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Next Step

By: Orange spanks



Her wrists were tied together and secured with her own pantyhose to the headboard. 

He had left the room, with her kneeling as best she could, legs spread wide, giving him a perfect view of her now glistening pink slit, and more importantly the tight pink rosebud above.

He said he wanted her ass. She thought they'd do some ass play for a little while and then he'd forget about it. But for the past two months he was persistent. 

She'd wake up some mornings with him massaging her checks, nibbling her neck making her wet. As soon as he knew she was awake he'd get his finger wet and slip it down the back of her panties circling her tight hole. Hearing her moan or gasp he'd add some pressure and slip it in to the first knuckle. 

She'd pull away a little and he'd whisper "no" and wrap his arm around her, holding her still. "Just relax and push down a little," he'd whisper pushing to the next knuckle.

She'd focus on her breathing and push down, the way he had taught her. She felt him pushing in more. "How far in are you?" she'd ask. "All the way now. See, that wasn't bad at all, you just have to relax," he replied kissing and nibbling her neck.

That's how it started out. After a week or two he wanted to play before they went to sleep every night. He'd start by rubbing her back then making his way down to her round ass. He'd pull her night shirt to her hips and kiss all over her perfect pink globes. She would spread her legs, getting turned on and knowing how close he was to her sex. As soon as she started writhing, he would pull her hips up and shove a pillow beneath them, spreading her cheeks more. Pulling her thong aside, he'd continue kissing along her cleft flicking his tongue down, circling her rosebud. She always squirmed when he did that and he always gave her a warning to be still or he would have to start spanking her too. He would dive in more enthusiastically, licking harder. She squirmed again and down came his hand 2 or 3 times, punctuating his command. "Don't move."

She stopped daydreaming and realized he was on the bed behind her now. Probably naked, getting harder at the sight of her spread for him on their bed.

He reaches to her hips and slips her underwear down her ass, down her legs and throws them to the side of the bed. Taking his hands and roughly spreading her he licks, nibbles, and finally pushes the tip of his rigid tongue into her. She moans, getting used to the sensations. 

He opens his mouth wide, obscenely pushing his tongue inside as deeply as he can. She starts bucking back against him. He pulls away, knowing he can do more now she is so turned on. He can smell the womanly aroma of her pussy.

He sits back admiring her. She looks back at him, taking her face from the pillow. He smiles. 

"More?" he asks. 

She just shakes her head yes. 

He reaches over her, his erection pressing into her back, to the bedside table, opening their drawer and grabbing the lube. He flips the cap open and squeezes a little out, taking it on his finger and spreading it on her hole, pushing a little inside. She presses her face back into the pillow and lets out a low moan. 

He knows that's his signal to keep going and he starts moving his finger in deeper. After pushing it all the way in he slides it out again, torturously. She pulls her hips into the pillow, trying to get his finger out faster. He slips his finger all the way out, adding some more lube and another finger, pushing back in to stretch her a more before he uses his cock. 

She wriggles a little and he pauses, letting her open up for his fingers. 

"Don't forget to push down."

He feels her push a little and moves his fingers in her more. He pushes all the way in slowly, then starts rhythmically fucking her with his fingers. In, out, in, out, speeding up a little with each stroke.

"How you doing baby?"

He hears her mumble "harder" into the pillow and he starts thrusting his hand back and forth a little more roughly, picking up speed as well.

He puts his other hand on her trimmed patch of pubic hair and finds her wet slit and engorged clit. He starts stroking it lightly, the way she's taught him over the years. 

She pushes back, writhes, and moans at this new sensation. Her breath gets deeper and less regular. She's getting close to cumming and he stops.

She lets out a little whimper and looks back at him as he's pulling his fingers from her. 

"Are you ready?" he whispers softly.

"Oh yeah."

With that he lubes up his now rock hard cock and spreads a little more on her back entrance. He moves closer to her and lines his cock up with her rosebud. Putting his hands on her hips, he pulls her back as he pushes forward slowly impaling her with his cock. 

She sucks in her breath and slowly lets it out as he waits for her to adjust and get used to feeling so full. She feels him push deeper into her and in a few moments she feels his balls against her wet pussy.

He pulls back until only his head is in her and then pushes back in, quicker and a little rougher, his balls slapping against her sticky pink slit. He keeps building up speed with each thrust. Pulling her back toward him, pressing his fingers into her hips. 

He grunts into her with each thrust and reaches above her head to untie her hands. 

"Play with yourself," he whispers into her ear. And she eagerly puts her hand underneath herself, rubbing her clit.

They move back and forth together, now moaning and grunting in unison. He thrusts a little too rough a couple times and she winces, but playing with her clit makes it all feel so good.

"I'm close babe," he gasps while pushing in and out of her.

"Come in my ass baby. I want it to be just like when you're in my pussy. I'm almost there too."

Her blessing makes him hump her ass faster. Using short quick strokes, closing his eyes feeling her ass beckon the cum out of him. He thrusts hard, shooting cum deep in her. Another spurt comes out of him as he pushes in her again. 

Beneath him, she starts moaning and howling, bucking back onto him, her climax pulsing through her, her ass squeezing down on him, milking him of his cum. 

He collapses on top of her kissing her neck. "I love you."

"I know," she responds; pushing back against him, his now limp cock slipping from her. "We might have to do that again soon." 

Next Step to Nirvana



As I sat on the bench at the mall, I tried to calm myself. I thought I had prepared myself and planned everything. But my breathing was fast, my hands were sweaty and my nerves were wired. I was home for holiday break from college and had decided to take the next step in cross-dressing.

Up until now, most of my dressing had been secretly taking my older sister's underwear. It started when I could no longer resist my curiosity. Finally, one afternoon when I was home alone, I snatched the first pair of her panties that I could find, ran to my room, and quickly pulled them on. It was electric.

As a teenager, my hormones were already racing. This sent them off the chart. My legs felt weak and I could barely stand. I couldn't keep my hands off the panties or myself. They were tight. They were soft. They were smooth. They were pretty. The smell was subtle, but overwhelming. My mind was muddled, but also hyper-sensitive. I was certain every little noise in the house was someone coming home who would discover me. Although I wanted this feeling to last forever, I managed to take them off and return them to my sister's room.

I collapsed on my bed and tried to sort through the rush of feelings and emotions. I was simultaneously scared, guilty, horny, exhilarated, and ashamed for being exhilarated. Mostly, I was confused. It had only lasted a few minutes and my frazzled mind didn't remember all the details, but I knew two things for certain. First, I would never forget my first panties. They were burned in my memory: deep green tricot fabric with delicate, lacy white trim. And secondly, I knew it wouldn't be my last time wearing woman's lingerie. 

My dressing evolved from that life-changing first time. I became adept at sneaking my sister's underwear so I wouldn't be detected. Rachel was naturally messy, so it made things easier. I thought I knew her panties better than she did. How she folded and stored the clean ones and where to find her used ones. Which ones were perfumed, and might arouse suspicion. Which were her favorites, and would be missed. Which ones weren't, and could become my regulars. Most importantly, which ones were special and had to be avoided, because someone else wearing them could be easily detected. 

I proceeded slowly. Fear of discovery and humiliation was a powerful restraining factor. But complete resistance was out of the question. I never felt as alive as when I slipped the panties up my thighs, snapped them in place and smoothed them over my bottom. Cocaine couldn't have had a stronger grip on me.

Sometimes, there were weeks between panty sessions. Other days, I was obsessed. It was all I could think about and the urges were impossible to resist. In school, I couldn't focus. My mind kept imaging the panties the girls in class were wearing and how they would feel on me. On those days, I rushed home to indulge and release the pent up energy. While I tried to be cautious, sometimes I had to take chances to get a quick fix. Occasionally, I would dress while Rachel or my parents were in the house and sometimes when they were in the room next door. If possible, the risk increased the pleasure.

With time, I expanded beyond panties to discover the pleasures of other female attire. First, other lingerie. Then, the entire feminine wardrobe. But always in private. Rachel was not clothes-obsessed, but to me her bedroom was a treasure chest of discovery and desire. I went through phases. For a time, I was obsessed with baby doll nightgowns. Their touch, their frills, their peek-a-boo shortness, drove me crazy. Once, when I was wearing a particularly feminine pink and black baby doll, I was overcome with the compulsion to go public. I wanted to go to the living room, or the park, or the school cafeteria and twirl around so everyone could see how pretty I looked and how glowing I felt. How could clothes have such a hold on me?

While I had friends and sports and hobbies and interests, cross-dressing became my secret passion. Rachel's bedroom was always my primary female closet. However, I dabbled elsewhere. Visits to my female cousins were no longer boring, but adventures. Summer jobs provided new opportunities. The mirror became my best friend. I experimented with make-up, but clothing was my love. On several times, it was almost my downfall. I became so enthralled in my fantasies that once I failed to notice Rachel arrive home. She was seconds from seeing me in her favorite above-the-knee, yellow sun dress, complete with bra, camisole, slip, panties and sandals. When she came into the room, I had barely pulled up my shorts (over the floral, high cut briefs). Rachel commented on how pale I looked. I mumbled about coming down with something. She mentioned it to my mother and I got the next day off from school. I used it for an all day dress-up. 

When I went away to college things changed. The new setting, high academic demands and the lack of privacy forced me to cut back. On my two weekends home, I binged. It was less than fully unsatisfying. Rachel was also away at school and most of her best clothes were with her. My mother's clothes would do in a pinch, but they were the wrong size and unstylish. My needs and standards were increasing.

That's what brought me to the mall. I had resolved it was time to move from panty thief to panty purchaser. I wanted something that was truly my own. Panties that were sexy to me because I had selected them, not because they were available. 

However, sitting here in the mall, it was apparent that it was easier to resolve, than to act. As strong as my desires were, I didn't want my obsession discovered. But, I was determined. Over the last couple of days, I had thought about little else. I had chosen an average department store in a mall away from my home, to minimize the likelihood of meeting anyone I knew. It was also a weeknight and shortly before closing in the hope there would be few customers. The holidays helped with my "cover story". If anyone asked, I'd say the purchase was to be a special present for my girlfriend. I figured that if I looked nervous, that would be normal for many men purchasing lingerie as a gift. Finally, I had worked out back-up plans. At worst, I could simply walk out. Or, I could just buy anything, and be in and out in minutes. At least, it would pop my cherry and I would no longer be a panty-buying virgin. As I sat on the bench and went over these plans, I became calmer and more confident. I took a deep breath, said "Now or never" to myself, and headed into the store.

I stopped just outside the woman's department to check things out. As I hoped, it was relatively uncrowded. A few customers strolled around absorbed in their own shopping. The clerks were busy at the registers. The time seemed ripe. I entered at a slow walk. I didn't want to seem too eager or draw attention. A slow pace gave me a chance to furtively look around and get my bearings. I was in dangerous and foreign territory. The lingerie department was in the back. I hesitated. So far, I was just walking through the store. Crossing that threshold seemed to be something more. An inner sanctum. Forbidden. Taboo. But as much as the cautious, rational part of me was hesitant, a stronger, emotional part was drawn in. My thoughts had shifted from determination, to a strong and willing attraction. I entered.

Once inside, my perspective seemed to shift. My reluctance and fear were momentarily replaced with awe and excitement. I couldn't believe how huge the lingerie department seemed. The men's department had a few shelves for underwear. But, this seemed to go on for endless aisles and corners and cubbies. It must have covered half of the floor. As I took it in, I became dazzled. My eyes were awash with sensation. Everything was silks and frills, bows and lace. A rainbow of colors. The whole department seemed soft and pretty and girlish, and somehow inviting. My well-planned calm was in pieces. My skin was tingling, my hormones raced, my penis aroused. 

I wasn't prepared for the choices. Where to start? I checked my watch. Less than 30 minutes until closing. I had to get to it. A quick look around revealed just a couple of women off at a safe distance and a single clerk at the register. Perfect isolation. I moved further into wonderland. I fought to keep a silly kid-in-a-candy-store grin off my face. The panties were spread throughout the department depending on material and brand. It dawned on me that I had no idea specifically what I wanted. The infinity of choices wasn't helping. If I was rich, I would have bought one of everything. But I had a very limited budget, so I forced myself to focus. I moved toward a display of panties against the wall, more because they were away from people than a decision they were what I wanted.

I quickly became engrossed. I touched some panties hanging on the racks and the air seemed to buzz. I hadn't thought I wanted plain white. But some of these were too gorgeous for words. Ruffles and trim. My mind imagined them slowly moving up my legs and I almost had an orgasm. I no sooner saw and touched and imagined one pair, then the next one beckoned. No wonder girls had so many pairs of panties. The miracle was that they didn't have more. So many styles – bikinis, briefs, thongs, tap pants, boy shorts. I drifted among the aisles. An ocean of colors – beige, black, white, pastels, hot red, mint green, baby blue, pale yellow, royal purple, metallic silver, rich gold, racy champagne. And pink. Everywhere pink! My favorite PINK! The design selection was even larger – dots, stripes, contrasts. Cute bunnies, lovable puppies and silly sayings. How was a girl to choose? My reverie continued as I soaked it all in.

"Can I help you?"

I jumped. Then turned, and then froze. A pair of frilly, sheer, pink panties were clutched in my right hand. I was so lost in my fantasy that I hadn't noticed the salesgirl approach. With the abrupt return to reality, all my fears came back in a wave. They were compounded by the surprise.

"I'm sorry I startled you." she said with a look of concern on her face.

"Th…that's OK." I stammered, trying to slow my hammering heart and regain my composure. 

She looked at the panties in my hand and said, "Those are very pretty. Would you like them?"

Before I could think, I said with a little too much excitement, "Yes, very much!" Then quickly realizing how that might sound, I added, "I mean no. I mean maybe." Suddenly, this shopping trip seemed like a very bad idea.

She looked at me quizzically. I'm slight of build and a little shorter than most boys and she was just a little shorter than me. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, with shoulder length brown hair pulled together in the back. She wasn't stunning, but had a healthy glow and an overall attractive, girl-next-door appearance. None of this was going through my conscious mind. It was quickly beginning to think solely about escape. But in the tight aisle, I would have had to rudely push past her. I stalled for time until I could make a break.

"What I mean is, I don't know. I'm trying to find a special present for my girlfriend. For the holiday. I'm afraid I don't know very much about this and I don't know where to start." Telling the story I had planned helped me regain my balance a little.

"Oh", she said with a nod. "That's fine. Don't be nervous. That's what I'm here for. I'm an expert. My name is Donna."

Relaxing a little further, but still on guard, I replied, "My name's Chris".

"That's a very nice name," she said with a warm smile. "So Chris, let's get started. As you can see, we have lots of selections." Donna waved her arm toward the merchandise and slowly started to move me further into the store. Perhaps she'd dealt with nervous customers before and didn't want to lose a sale by letting me get too close to the exit. "We have some of the best brands. All sorts of materials and designs. Do you have any ideas at all?"

"No cotton." I said.

"Of course." she nodded. "For a special present, something a little sexier." 

"Yah," I mumbled, "that's what I was thinking".

"Good, that helps. Let's look over here." We moved past rows of treasures, to a section that, if possible, had even more erotic panties. She started to show me the various selections. She had me feel some on hangers and held them up from bins. "These are all very pretty, aren't they?"

I just nodded my agreement. As my nerves calmed, I got more back into the business at hand. A little excitement started to stir in my belly again. I began examining the panties with a more critical eye. With Donna's willing help, I might just pull this off. 

"So, no cotton. Any ideas on styles? Perhaps a thong or bikini?" Donna suggested.

Continuing to finger a pair of beautiful, midnight black panties, I said offhandedly, "No thongs. I was thinking more about high cut briefs or tap pants with some delicate lace trim".

Donna stopped and turned to stare at me. She seemed to ponder for a minute, and then did a quick scan of my body, as if focusing on it for the first time. "You said you didn't know anything about this. You sound like quite the expert."

I did a mental head slap. Why couldn't I keep focused? Of course most men wouldn't talk about panty styles so casually and with such knowledge. This lingerie, and the anticipation, and the pleasure were disorientating me. I tried to quickly recover, "I…I think those are styles she mentioned."

She still seemed suspicious. Most of her previous talk had been light and airy. Now she continued in what seemed a more determined and inquisitive manner, "What size are we looking for?"

This was one of the things I had prepared for, "Size 7". That was the size of one of Rachel's panties that fit me best.

Donna smiled a little. She eyed my waist and hips as if making a professional assessment. Then she nodded to herself as if confirming a theory. I began to worry. "Size 7", she repeated. "That's about the size a girl with your build would wear."

My throat tightened. I didn't like the way this was heading. I didn't know what to say, and before I could say anything, Donna pressed on.

She paused for a second, as if doing a mental calculation, then looked me in the eye and asked, "What's this special girlfriend's name?"

My eyes widened. "Excuse me?" I croaked.

"You're buying these panties for a special person. What's her name?"

I felt pole axed and began to panic. My mind was blank. I hadn't expected such a question and I'm sure my jaw dropped. I couldn't speak.

Donna crossed her arms, shifted her weight from one hip to the other, and tilted her head to one side. She seemed to enjoy my discomfit. She kept me in her gaze. Her smile almost said she had solved a puzzle.

I knew hundreds of girl's names. But they all seemed to disappear. As the seconds stretched, my deception seemed more and more obvious. In desperation, I glanced around. My eyes fell on some panties with a floral pattern. My lips moved before my mind could think. "Rose", came out in a weak squeak. "Her name is Rose." As I said it, my face involuntarily squinched, as though even I didn't believe it.

Her eyes followed mine to the floral panties, and then returned to my face. We both knew she had caught me in a lie. We both knew I was trying to buy panties for myself.

I flushed beet red. My shoulders drooped. I was certain that she would call security and have me removed or arrested as a pervert. I glanced toward the exit and started to step away.

Donna moved to block my departure. "I think I better go." I mumbled.

She touched my arm gently and it was enough to stop my flight. She whispered in a low voice, "There's no need to leave. Everything will be alright."

I looked at her face and some hope glimmered in my despair. Her face seemed open. No trace of anger or disgust. Still, I was torn. Part of me wanted to leave and avoid further risk and embarrassment. Another part felt I had come too far to leave empty handed. I glanced again at the exit.

"I'm certain I can help you." Donna continued. Then she smiled and winked.

It tilted the balance. I decided to stay. "OK." was all I could muster.

"Great," she beamed. "Now Chris, why don't you go look in those bins. There's no one back there. I'll take care of these last customers and then we can spend some time together." I still didn't move. "Go on now", she said. "I'll only be a minute". She gave me a gentle nudge toward the back of the store. I walked off in a docile daze.

Donna waited a second to make sure I'd keep going. Then turned and moved off to the cash register. As I glanced back, I noticed for the first time her black patterned pantyhose. I also followed the gentle sway of her hips under the short, pleated skirt. My penis stirred. Amazing. Even under extreme stress, primitive urges emerge. I shook my head and checked my watch. Closing time. I didn't care. I was putting myself in Donna's hands and just seeing where it took me.

True to her word, she was back very quickly. "There," she exhaled in a friendly and reassuring voice as she rubbed her hands together. "It's just the two of us. The store is closed. No one will back come here. We can get down to some serious shopping."

Her casual manner and talking like this was a normal, everyday occurrence drained my tension away. In fact, it relaxed and excited me.

She looked at me and said, "Let's buy that special present for a special person."

It warmed my insides. I smiled and nodded.

"You said 'no thongs'. I can't blame you. They're a pain in the ass", she said without a trace of irony. "And 'no bikinis'. Let me guess. Not enough coverage." She glanced at me for confirmation.

I expected to be embarrassed by such a question from a stranger. But she was so professional, it seemed perfectly normal. I simply said, "Yah, that's right."

"No problem. We still have plenty of choices. First, we have to get this size thing down. How did you decide on a size 7?"

I was relaxing, but I didn't want to go into a long story about filching Rachel's panties. I gulped and shrugged and said, "They just seemed right."

Donna took it in stride. I liked her more by the minute. She started to instruct me in the mysteries of lingerie. "You see Chris, there are no standard sizes. Each company sizes their panties and bras differently. With panties, some companies label larger sizes a little lower, because every girl wants to feel smaller. It's the opposite with some bra manufacturers. It makes it all very confusing, even for experts. You just have to try them on for comfort until you learn how the brand fits you. Let me show you." She moved around the bins and racks expertly snatching up a variety of racy, high cut briefs.

She laid them out on the counter. "These are all size 7's. But they are all different." She held a couple of pairs together by the waistband and put them right in front of my face. "See. The front ones are much smaller."

I noticed the difference, but I was looking more at how pretty they both looked and getting more aroused by their proximity. I'd be thrilled to own any of them regardless of the slight variation in size. I licked my lips. Donna noticed my excitement and said, "Easy girl. Try to stay focused."

I giggled. This was becoming fun. In all of my worry about my first shopping trip, I never imagined it could be fun. Donna returned to sorting among the panties. I looked at her more closely. Maybe it was because she was so kind and non-judgmental, but she seemed to emanate an energy and intelligence. She was different from your garden-variety sales clerk.

"Do you work here full-time?" I asked.

"No. This is part-time," she said absently, engrossed in the business of finding merchandise. "I'm a grad student at the university. This helps pay the bills, and I get a great discount on my clothes."




Next Step to Nirvana



She scooped up a half dozen pairs she had collected and handed them to me. "I want you to go into the dressing room and try these on to see which fit best."

I recoiled a little. Not panic, just hesitation. I had achieved a number of breakthroughs this evening just getting this far. However, I didn't think I was ready to try on panties. In a public place. With a girl I barely knew. 

"I don't think I need to do that," I said. "I think I can just buy one of these. They'll be fine"

"Don't be silly. I want all my customers to be satisfied," she said earnestly.

"Oh, I'll be satisfied," I said with a grin, getting into the friendly banter.

"I'm sure you will," she said with a knowing smirk. "But seriously. We're just friends here. It's the same I do for all my serious customers." She again touched my arm gently. This time it sent a buzz through me. "You're a first time shopper, right?"

"Yes".

She leaned closer, "Well, we want to get it correct, don't we?"

Her closeness was arousing me. I shifted my hips to try and move my penis to a more comfortable position. She glanced down and noticed it clearly straining in my jeans.

She smiled, but ignored the distraction and continued, "Look Chris, it will make it a lot easier the next time. When else are you going to get this kind of help?"

Her logic seemed impeccable. But in my addled state, I wasn't sure if my mind or my penis was in control. I asked, "Where's the dressing room?"

Donna smiled again, stepped back and led me around the corner to the dressing room. She stopped at the first cubicle and pulled back the curtain. It was much nicer than the men's changing room. It was roomier and had a nice padded bench on one side.

"There you go," she said and gave me a gentle pat on my butt as I stepped in. This was becoming too much for me to keep straight. Was she flirting with me, or was I so off balance with my good fortune and the excitement that I couldn't think straight? "Try those on and tell me which fits the best," she said while closing the curtain. "I'll scout around for some more. Is pink OK?"

"More than OK," I replied.

I heard a sweet laugh as she walked away.

I dropped the panties on the bench and removed my shoes and pants. When I took off my briefs, my engorged penis sprung out. I gave it a gentle slap to try and get it under control. I told myself that this was serious and the fun could come later. I wanted to do this quickly and without shooting a load in the dressing room. Donna had been more than friendly and helpful, but I doubted she'd be amused if I spurted on the merchandise.

I picked a pair of panties at random from the pile. Well, semi-at-random. My hand seemed to go involuntarily for a pink pair. They were cute and I couldn't help but smile as I examined them. Sensuous fabric. Lace on the sides. Scallops around the openings. And a darling little bow at the waistband. My heart literally fluttered. I rubbed them on my cheek, and then quickly pulled them up my legs. 

The familiar electricity shot through my body. Intensified by the setting and by the idea that these panties could be mine. Not borrowed. Not stolen. But selected, paid for, and cherished. There was no hope of my erection going down now. It throbbed and grew even stiffer. If it was a panty meter, it was gonging off the chart. I heard Donna return.

"How's it going in there?" she asked. 

"Fine," I answered, certain that my arousal came through in my strained voice. It was not helped by the fact that I was half naked and a hot girl was only a thin curtain away.

"I meant the size," she replied with a little happy lilt.

Her question brought me back to reality and I tried to examine the panties analytically, not emotionally. Regrettably, I had to admit they appeared to be too small. "These are great, but a little tight," I said with disappointment.

"Give them to me and I'll see if they come in a larger size."

I peeled them off and handed them to her over the curtain.

She said, "Here's a couple more to try." Three more pairs came around the curtain. They were all shades of pink. But all different and all beautiful. I almost swooned. I was never going to be able to choose. As Donna went in search of a larger size, I set about the business of sorting. I moved through the pile as fast as I could, trying each on in succession. I struggled mightily to stay focused on the fit and not the erotic feeling they all gave me. I had eliminated some and even narrowed the choices down to ones I could purchase. When Donna returned, I was modeling a particular favorite in hot pink and with ruffles in all the right places. I almost pranced around the dressing room trying to get views from different angles. I didn't think I was a ruffles kind of girl, but these were adorable.

I caught myself in mid-thought. Had I just referred to myself as a girl? That had never happened before. In all my panty wearing experiences, I had always remained firmly a man in my mind. Aroused by both the lingerie, and by thoughts of women. I had masturbated to orgasm dozens of times in panties. But my fantasies always involved women, even when I wore women's clothes in those fantasies. I had pondered what it all meant for my sexual orientation. However, this was a new twist. Was I not only a panty wearer, but a wannabee lesbian? I didn't have time to pursue that emotionally charged question.

"I found the next size. Any more progress?" came the voice from just outside the curtain.

"I think I'm about set. Several pairs seemed to fit perfectly." I said as I pulled up my shirt and bent over to get a better look at my ruffled behind. Suddenly, Donna stepped in around the curtain. I actually squealed as I gasped "Donna!" I had never felt so exposed. I took a quick step to the corner with my back to Donna and looked over my shoulder in horror.

"Oh, don't be a baby," she said matter-of-factly. "It's getting late and we have to make sure they really are a good fit. And we've already determined you're not an expert."

"But…but...I'm wearing panties," I protested, realizing how non-sensical that sounded.

"Yes," she responded very practically. "That's what we're here for, remember."

While she seemed unperturbed, I was anything but. Despite all my claims to masculinity, I was acting like a flustered school girl. 

Donna continued with a little more calming sympathy in her voice and on her face. "I apoligize. I thought you were getting relaxed." She stepped forward and patted my shoulder. The cubicle suddenly got smaller. "We're past embarrassment. You're not the first man to shop here for his panties, you know." My reaction told her I hadn't considered that possibility. "Oh, come on, dear. You don't think you're the only boy who loves the feel of silk and lace." she giggled. "It happens all the time. Though not all the men keep themselves in as good shape as you do." she said, giving my body a quick scan.

I was too confused to appreciate the compliment. However, the knowledge that I wasn't the first man Donna had helped buy panties did have a beneficial effect. My shoulders relaxed slightly and I caught my breath. She noticed the change and took charge. "If a girl can't trust her panty saleswoman, who can she trust," she said returning the atmosphere to a lighter level. "Now step over here so I can take a look," she said while pulling me toward the center of the room. I didn't resist, but I still wasn't ready to turn around. I backed slowly toward her, with short, girlish steps. She took a step back and looked at my bum. "Pull up your shirt, so I can get a look," she said, tapping her index finger on her lips.

I did as she said.

"Nice, very nice," she said with a nod. She stepped forward and ran her hand across my pink ruffled behind. I stiffened, but didn't move. I smelled a soft whiff of her lilac perfume. That, in combination with her hand on my behind revived my deflated organ. Donna continued her examination. She smoothed the fabric across my ass. Her hand lingered a moment and then gave it a little rub. "Yes, very nice indeed," she said slightly breathless, or was that just my racing imagination. "I think these are a good fit," she said softly. Next, she slipped a finger under the opening at my right leg, massaged it, then snapped the elastic back in place.

My cheeks were burning. Both sets. I don't know what she was thinking, but I was getting close to losing control. Much more of this and these panties would be filling with gushes of my sperm.

Donna tilted her head forward and whispered in my ear, "Take your shirt off. It's in my way."

I started for the top button, but apparently was too slow. She leaned into me, reached around and began to open my shirt. Her breasts were pressed against my back. They were aroused and firm and she moved them slowly back and forth. As here hands worked the buttons of my shirt, they massaged my chest. Even in my overheated state, I knew this time, it wasn't my imagination. 

I moved my head back and breathed, "Donna" toward the ceiling.

She continued to remove my shirt and massage her tits across my back. Now her hips pressed against my ass and joined the motion. Between heavy, quick breaths, she said, "Oh Rose, beautiful Rose." 

She called me Rose. Not Chris. Rose. I shot her a glance. Her eyes were closed. Her face flushed. She wasn't being sarcastic. She was enveloped in passion. I didn't bother to correct her; I was lost in my own ecstasy.

When my shirt dropped to the floor, she spun me around and gave me a hot, lingering kiss. I responded by drawing her toward me and wrapping my arms around her. My erection was painfully obvious as it stretched the panties and pressed against her vagina. We kissed and tongued and ground into each other.

She was still fully clothed and all I had on were a pair of pink panties. And with my erection, I was barely in those. I leaned back and reached to undo the buttons on her blouse. She stopped me.

"No. I can't wait." She moved my hands to her behind, reclosed her eyes and leaned against my chest. I didn't hesitate. I reached both hands under her skirt and slid them up her legs. I quickly realized she wasn't wearing pantyhose, but stockings. I should have expected it from a lingerie salesgirl. I lingered at their lacy top and rubbed the insides of her thighs. She moaned and her movements urged me on. Miraculously, I hadn't come, but it wouldn't be much longer. My balls were quivering.

I reached her panties. They were beyond moist, they were soaked. I twisted her slightly and placed one hand on her ass and the other firmly on her vagina. She responded by pressing forward into my palm. I started a slow circular motion in both the front and back. Despite being lost in her own universe of pleasure, Donna moved her hand to engulf my penis through the panties. She started a rhythmic massage that matched my own on her swollen lips.

We both seemed to be moving toward the edge and accelerated the pace. Through clenched teeth, she murmured, "Faster, Rose, faster."

I slipped my hand into her panties and found her clitoris. Within moments, she stiffened, her tongue slipped between her teeth, her body shook, and my hand was soaked with liquid pouring out of her vagina. At the same time, her hand spasmed on my prick and sperm erupted. We were both lost in orgasmic nirvana for several minutes and clung to each other to keep from falling.

As her breathing slowed and Donna regained her senses, she turned her face to mine. Tiny beads of perspiration had formed above her upper lip. She gave me a quick, soft kiss and pulled away. She swept the panties aside and plopped down on the bench. I joined her.

Donna leaned her head back and giggled, "Now that's a special holiday present." We looked at each other and laughed. The sex had been more raw, pent-up animal heat than seduction and skill, but we both seemed extremely satisfied. Even sitting here in panties, in an absurd situation, I was fully at ease for the first time in weeks. Donna leaned over and kissed my cheek. "We better get cleaned up."

She rolled forward and pulled some tissues from her purse. She handed me some and then stood up. As she pulled up her skirt to clean herself, I actually saw her bikini panties for the first time. They were pink. Pink background with chocolate colored polka dots. They had small white ribbons at the waist on each side. I stared shamelessly. My loins stirred. I wasn't sure if her body or her panties excited me more. I decided it was probably both.

"I love your panties," I said.

She looked down as if to remind herself which pair she was wearing, then grinned, "You do have good taste." She glanced at the cum drenched panties I was futilely trying to clean. She pointed at them and said, "Let me repeat the question I asked you earlier. Would you like those?"

I answered the same way I had earlier, "Yes, very much!" But there was no retraction this time. It brought the giggles back to both of us. 

"Good. I think you should wear them." 

I hadn't thought about it, but it seemed the obvious and normal thing to do. "I think I will." She reached over and expertly removed the tag. How could I be so comfortable, in such a bizarre situation, with a woman I had known for less than 90 minutes? I gazed at Donna with something akin to wonder.

She patted her skirt straight. "Have you decided which other ones you'll take?"

"Just these," I said holding up another pair I had decided upon before our tryst.

"That's all. After all my salesmanship," she teased.

"I'm afraid I'm on a tight budget," I shrugged.

She took the panties from my hand and said, "Buy two more. I'll use my discount and it will cost almost the same." My night kept getting better and better. "You get dressed and pick two more pairs. I'll start to ring these up and close the register." She took a glance in the mirror to ensure she didn't look disheveled, picked up her purse and left the dressing room. "Don't be long, dear," she said back over her shoulder. 

I pulled on my clothes. The wet panties under my jeans felt warm and sexy. I decide on the bonus panties and followed Donna to the register. She took the final two panties and rang them up and told me the price.

Given all that had happened, it would have been a bargain at twice the cost. I handed over the cash.

"With every holiday purchase, you also get a little gift." She showed me a small bottle of perfume and slipped it into the bag. I felt a quiver of joy at the freebie. Donna gave me the change, put the receipt in the bag and handed it to me. Before she released it, she looked in my eyes and said, "I hope you'll be very happy with your purchase, Rose." She appeared to be waiting to see my reaction.

Rose. Not in the passion of the moment, but later. Calm and deliberate. Rose. It seemed weird. It also seemed right. I'd have a lot to think about when I got home. For now, I just smiled with genuine warmth and said, "Thank you, darling Donna. I'm sure I'll love them."

She shook with pleasure, stepped around the counter and gave me a hug. "Since the store is closed, I'll have to walk you out. Let me grab my coat." I waited while she went to the storeroom. My brain was starting to slow down but it was still spinning. I relived the night's events. So much had happened on so many levels. I couldn't get my mind around it. But I knew, for the moment, it was all good.

Donna returned. She slipped her arm through mine and we headed for the exit. She looked up with a sly grin on her face and said, "Rose, it's still early. How would you like to come back to my apartment? Maybe we could play with your new toys." Then she pinched my ass.

Rose, again. I was beginning to like the sound of it. I pulled her close and said, "That would be wonderful."



Next Steps



This story is based in part on an idea submitted to the Literotica Story Ideas Discussion board by Ann Taylor on December 23, 2000.

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This is going to be the best week of my life. My eighteenth birthday is Thursday, day after tomorrow. My family has planned a little party for Thursday night. My girlfriend Susie’s coming over, then afterwards we’re going out. On Saturday, Dad and I are going to Automax, the largest used car dealer in the area. He’s going to help me pick out my first car. I can hardly wait. I’ve had my driver’s license since I was sixteen. It’s taken me two years to save enough money to buy an economy car and pay the insurance. I’ve been working at Blockbuster Video. I’ve been fortunate; the Blockbuster is just up the street from my house, so I haven’t needed a car for work. Dad’s been willing to loan me his car, a 1994 Ford Tempo, when I wanted to take Susie out. I haven’t decided which car to get; I’m going to see what’s on the lot and make a decision there. I’d love to be able to get a Mustang or a Viper, but I don’t think I can afford that.

I have a pretty good family. Mom and Dad were strict with us when we were growing up, but after I turned sixteen they started treating me more like an adult. They’ve been pretty cool about letting me go out and stay out late if I need to. Getting a job and paying some of my own expenses was part of the reason why; keeping up with my schoolwork was another. As my Dad always says, “Adults take responsibility.” As long as I’ve showed them I can be responsible, they’ve let me do the things I’ve wanted to. They’ve treated my older sister Melissa the same way. 

She’s twenty now, eighteen months older than me, and finishing up two years at Harford Community College. She’ll be transferring to the University of Maryland, Baltimore campus this fall. She’s still living at home with us. Dad says as long as she’s doing well in school, he’ll support her. I’m glad she’s still living at home. We’ve been close, and she can give me advice about college life. I’m in my senior year at Edgewood High School, and I’m probably going to Harford Community College in the fall. I really don’t know what I want to major in. I guess I can take a couple of years of college classes before I have to decide. Melissa is studying to be a psychiatrist.

Susie and I have been dating since September. I’ve been able to date for a couple of years now. That was one of my parents’ rules: No dating until you turn sixteen. When I was younger I really hated that rule. I still resent it a little, but now that I’m a little older, I can see some reasons why the rule makes sense. I was fourteen when the guys started coming over to take Melissa out. Melissa insisted that they come up to the door to get her. Any guy that drove up, honked his horn, and expected Melissa to come running out was disappointed. She wasn’t the most popular girl in school, she went out about once a month until she started going out with Mike. She went steady with Mike for about a year, and then they broke up. She hasn’t had many guys over since she’s been in college.

Susie and I do our homework together, and I’ll take her to the movies or out to eat about once a week. She’d like to go out more, but between schoolwork and the job, once a week is all the time I have. While we’re out, we hold hands and kiss. Susie showed me how to french kiss, and likes to practice. She lets me put my hands on her breasts through her blouse or sweater, as long as we’re alone. We haven’t gone any further than that, though. Sure, I’d like to, but I don’t want to push Susie into doing something she doesn’t want to do. I don’t want to disappoint my parents either. As strict as my parents are about a lot of other things, they are open about sex, especially masturbation. They’ve let me know many times that if I get horny, I just go up to my room and jerk off. Sometimes I hear Melissa in her room playing with herself. I know she’s my sister and everything, but some of the noises she makes when she’s doing it get me so aroused that I have to do it too.

The week dragged on, but finally it was my birthday. I was teased a little in school. I was looking forward to going out with Susie after school, so I spent most of the day dreaming. School seemed like it went on forever. Finally, the last bell rang, and I was free. I got on the school bus, and almost missed my stop daydreaming. I picked up the mail from the mailbox, and went inside. Mom was in the kitchen.

I went in to see what Mom was making for dinner. “Hi Mom.”

“Hello Brad. How was school?” Mom was making spaghetti and meat sauce.

“Pretty good. Have you made the birthday cake yet?”

“It’s right here on the counter, Brad.”

I looked over and saw a nice German chocolate cake. My favorite. “Thanks Mom.”

“You’re welcome. Now go and get your homework done. Dinner will be ready in about an hour and a half.”

“Ok.” I went upstairs and started on my homework. I was about halfway through History when I heard Mom call.

“Dinner’s ready.”

I went downstairs. Dad and Melissa were already sitting at the dinner table.

Dad asked me, “So son, how was school today?”

“Pretty good, Dad.”

Melissa asked, “Are you excited about your birthday?”

“You bet Melissa!” I was pumped. “How was your day?”

“Oh, nothing special. We found out a little more about the experiments we’ll be doing later this year in Psychology class. Maybe you can be one of my test subjects.”

“If you need me to, I’ll be glad to help.”

“Thanks Brad.”

Mom brought the spaghetti and meat sauce out, along with some garlic bread and salad. Mom and Dad talked about work and some household chores that needed to be done while they ate. Melissa and I didn’t talk; we just ate. After we finished dinner and cleared the dishes, Mom brought the birthday cake out and put it on the table. Susie was due in about fifteen minutes. Mom had just finished setting up the table for the party when the doorbell rang.

I shouted out, “I’ll get it.” Dad and Melissa laughed. I answered the door, and let Susie in. She was wearing a nice light blue sweater and a navy blue skirt.

“You look great, Susie.”

“Thanks.” Susie kissed me. She said, “Hello” to Mom, Dad, and Melissa.

Mom said, “Everything’s ready, let’s sit down.”

We went and sat down at the dining room table. Mom had put eighteen candles on the cake. She lit the candles, and everyone sang “Happy Birthday”. I made a wish and blew out the candles. Susie kissed me, and gave me her present while Dad was cutting the cake. I opened it, and saw that she’d given me a nice hunter green cardigan sweater. I said “Thank you” and kissed her.

Melissa gave me her present next. I opened it, and saw that she’d gotten me a new portable CD player. “Melissa! Wow, thanks.” I gave her a big hug.

“You’re welcome Brad.”

Mom and Dad’s present was next. It was an envelope. I opened it, and it was a humorous birthday card. Inside was a check for $500. I couldn’t believe it! “Mom, Dad, thank you!” I gave my Mom a huge hug.

Dad said, “You’ve been working hard, saving up for a car. I know it’s not a lot, but we wanted to help you get a little nicer car.”

I gave my Dad a hug. “Are you kidding? $500 is a lot of money! Thank you.”

Mom was getting a little teary-eyed. “I know you and Susie are going out tonight, so we don’t want to keep you. I hope you liked your birthday party.”

“Let us finish our cake first, Mom,” I kidded with her. “Yes I liked it very much. Thank you for the party and thank you for the nice presents.” I finished my piece of cake, and brought the presents upstairs.

When I came back down, Melissa gave me another hug, and whispered in my ear, “Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Dad handed me the keys to the Tempo and said, “Have a good time.”

Susie and I left the house and got into the car. I had no idea where we were going, and neither Mom nor Dad had asked. Susie had said that she wanted to surprise me on my birthday. I turned to Susie and asked, “Ok, where are we going?”

Susie kissed me and answered, “We can go to Rock’s Park and make out.”

I smiled and said, “That sounds good.”

Susie grinned and said, “Or…”

“Or what?”

Susie french kissed me and said, “We can go over to my friend Julia’s house and do a little bit more than make out.”

I was happily surprised. “Oh. That sounds even better.”

“Well, let’s go then.” Susie kissed me again and we drove off. Julia’s parents had a nice two-story house with a large finished basement. We’d gone over to Julia’s house several times before to watch TV with Julia and her friends. We pulled up in front of Julia’s house. Susie kissed me, and we got out of the car and went up to the door. 

I rang the doorbell, and Julia answered. “Hey, Brad, Susie, come on in!” We went inside. 

John, Julia’s boyfriend was in the living room. He got up and shouted, “Hey the birthday boy is here.” I hoped John wasn’t going to kid me too much about finally turning eighteen. John and Julia’s eighteenth birthdays were several months ago. Susie’s eighteenth was last month. 

Susie went over to John and gave him a friendly hug. “How ya doin’, John?”

“Pretty good Susie, and you?”

“I’m doin’ great, thanks.”

Susie and John went into the living room and sat on the sofa. Julia and I sat down on a love seat. Julia turned to me, kissed me on the cheek, and said, “Happy Birthday, Brad.”

“Thank you Julia.” I smiled.

John smiled and said to Julia, “Tell Brad about the present we got for his birthday.”

Julia turned to me. “Brad, Susie wanted to give you something special for your eighteenth birthday. We were talking about it a couple of weeks ago, and I came up with an idea that Susie thought would be great. My parents have gone up to New York for a couple of days. We have the house to ourselves. John and I are going up to my bedroom in a little while. You and Susie have the basement all to yourselves.”

It took a while for it to sink in. Susie had arranged for us to be alone for a few hours. I turned to Susie and said, “Thank you.” I turned back to Julia, kissed her on the cheek and whispered, “Thank you.”

Julia smiled and said, “You’re welcome.” She stood up. “Come on John, let’s leave these two love birds alone.” John got up and followed Julia upstairs.

Susie stood up, took my hand, and said, “Let’s go.”

I got up and followed Susie downstairs into the basement. Susie locked the door and we sat down on an overstuffed sofa. Susie looked at me and whispered, "Brad, I want to do more with you then we’ve been able to do at Rock’s Park, but I don’t want to have intercourse yet. Please don’t try to force me to do that.”

I looked deeply into Susie’s eyes, and kissed her. “I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. And yes, this is much nicer than the front seat of the car at Rock’s Park.”

Susie stood up and took her sweater and bra off. I hadn’t seen naked breasts before, except for my sister’s, and I’d never touched naked breasts before. She sat down on the sofa, took my hands, and showed me how to squeeze her nipples. She sat in my lap and let me squeeze her nipples and breasts while I kissed the back of her neck. Her breasts were soft, and a little more than a handful. Her nipples were soft at first, but hardened like pencil erasers when I squeezed them. After a while she got up and said, “Take off your shirt, Brad.”

I got up, took my shirt off, and sat down. We french kissed for a while. Susie’s hands wandered all over my chest and back. My hands stayed on her breasts and nipples. Susie stopped kissing to catch her breath, and whispered, “Why don’t you take your pants off too.”

I took off my shoes and socks. I got up, and took my pants off. I was about to sit down when Susie whispered, “Take everything off.” I took off my briefs, and sat down. My penis was erect. Susie went, “Ooh”, and put her hands around it. She stood up, unbuttoned her skirt, took her panties off, and sat down. Her hands surrounded my penis. She squeezed and released it over and over again. It felt nice, but I was used to rubbing up and down.

“Uh, Susie…”

“Yes Brad?”

“I’d like it better if you rub my penis up and down, rather than just squeezing it.”

Susie took her left hand off and moved her right hand up and down. “You mean like this?”

“Yes Susie. Oh, yes.” I never had someone else masturbate me before. It feels pretty good when you play with yourself. I can’t begin to describe the felling of being stroked by someone else. It’s a hundred times better. “Don’t squeeze quite so hard.”

Susie loosened her grip a little. It felt much better. I was about to orgasm when Susie stopped and let go. 

“Susie, Why did you stop? I was disappointed.

“You’ll see.” Susie slid off the couch and on the floor. She took my penis into her mouth. She used her tongue to lick the head of my penis. She sucked on it for a while, and I came into her mouth. She coughed once, but she swallowed it all.

“Susie, that felt fantastic.”

“Happy Birthday Brad. I’m glad I could give you your first blow job.” Susie grinned at me from the floor. “Would you like to do the same for me?”

“Uh, sure, but I have no idea how to give a girl a blow job.”

Susie laughed. “I’d never heard of a girl getting a blow job before. Brad, when you use your mouth on a girl’s vagina, it’s referred to as “eating”. Like, I want you to eat my pussy, or eat me. Trade places with me, and I’ll explain what I want.”

Susie got up and sat on the sofa. I got up and sat down on the floor, in front of Susie. She spread her legs open, and pulled her vagina open. “Can you find my clitoris?”

I looked at Susie’s vagina. Yes, I’d seen drawings in sex ed. before, but I’d never seen an actual vagina before. Not this close. I was so fascinated that I almost forgot what I was supposed to be looking for. And no one had mentioned the smell before. I guess I should say scent; it didn’t stink or anything. I had no idea that a vagina could smell so… so… so interesting. I couldn’t compare it to anything I’d encountered before. Everything was so pink and red.

“Brad!” Susie was almost shouting.

I looked up at Susie’s face. “Yes?”

“My clitoris. Can you find my clit?”

“Oh, sorry Susie. It’s just I’d never seen a vagina this close before.”

“I’m sorry if my pussy is hypnotizing you, but I want to have some fun too. Have you found my clit yet?”

I looked at her vagina again. I spotted the hood covering the clitoris. “Yes, I see it.”

“Ok, good. Lick it with your tongue.”

“Ok.” I licked the hood with my tongue.

“Yes, that’s it. Lick it, lick around it.” Susie wiggled around on the sofa.

I licked Susie’s clit for a few minutes. I remembered what she’d done to me, so I tried to suck on her clit. It was a little difficult at first, but I was finally able to get my lips around it and suck.

“Yes Brad. God Brad, that feels so great. Keep doing whatever it is you’re doing.”

I licked and sucked for a while. Susie’s vagina got wet, and I licked up some of the fluid. It tasted interesting, maybe a little salty. I was licking when Susie convulsed. She calmed down, and pushed my head away from her vagina. “Brad that was fantastic. Thank you for eating me. That was my first time, too.”

“You’re welcome Susie.” I guess girls convulse when they orgasm. I’m glad I don’t.

“Come back up here Brad.” Susie patted the sofa.

I got up and sat down next to Susie on the sofa. She kissed me, and said, “It felt so good when you were eating me, Brad. Some of my girlfriends tell me they can’t get their boyfriends to eat them. Now I know what they’re missing.”

I didn’t remember the subject coming up in the locker room at school. Mostly what I’d heard was guys talking about girls giving them a blow job or having intercourse with them. “I don’t see why not? It only seems fair that if your girl is willing to give you a blow job, you should be willing to eat her pussy.”

Susie squealed and gave me a big hug. “That’s what I love so much about you Brad Johnson. You’re not worried about what other guys think. You’re a caring, sensitive guy, and I’m so lucky to be going out with you. We’re both sitting here naked, and you haven’t done anything to me that I didn’t want you to do.” We french kissed for a while.

Susie stopped kissing and asked, “Would you mind eating me out again?”

I answered, “No, I don’t mind.” I slid off the sofa on the floor.

Susie got up and said, “Lay down on the rug.”

I lay down on the rug. I watched as Susie knelt down over my face, then got on her hands and knees. She positioned herself over my chest. Her vagina was over my mouth, and I licked and sucked her clitoris. I was surprised when I felt her hand stroking my penis. It felt nice, but I’d just had an orgasm, and I wasn’t that horny. I licked her vagina fluid and sucked on her clit until she convulsed and had an orgasm. She slid forward and rested on my chest.

Susie whispered, “That felt so good, Brad. I could get real used to this.”

“I certainly liked the blow job you gave me.”

“Oh Brad, I’m sorry. Would you like another one?” Susie propped herself up and twisted around so she was her face was over near mine.

“Yes, but not right now. I’m not that horny.” I kissed Susie. We french kissed for a while, lying on the floor. She lightly stroked my penis with the palm of her hand while we kissed. It felt very nice. I stopped kissing to catch my breath, and asked Susie, “Can I suck on your nipple?”

Susie slid over so that her nipple was by my mouth. I sucked on it.

Susie moaned, “Ooh, that feels great. Keep doing that.”

I rolled my tongue around her nipple. I alternated the rolling with sucking until Susie pulled her nipple out of my mouth.

“You got me all horny again, Brad. Would you mind eating me one more time?”

“Give me a minute to rest my mouth first.”

“All right. But I’m timing you.” Susie grinned. She straddled my face again, and I licked and sucked her to another orgasm. She slid forward and said, “Brad, it feels better every time you eat mer. We’d better stop, or I won’t ever want to.” She got up and got dressed.

I got up and got dressed. We went upstairs. John and Julia were still up in her bedroom. We went into the kitchen and made a couple of sandwiches. I got a couple of Cokes from the refrigerator.

Susie asked, “Did you like my birthday present?”

I took a bite of my sandwich. “Yes, the green sweater will look nice with my navy blue slacks.”

Susie threw a napkin at me. “That’s not the present I meant!”

“Oh, this evening. I enjoyed it a lot.”

Susie shivered. “I think I enjoyed it even more than you. I still can’t get over how great it feels to have you eat me.”

“I’m glad that you enjoyed it. I definitely liked the blow job.”

Susie took a bite of her sandwich. “I want to stay a virgin, but tonight tempts me to change my mind. I wonder what intercourse feels like?”

I had no idea. I was still a virgin myself. “I don’t know.”

We finished our sandwiches and went into the living room. John and Julia were sitting on the living room sofa. Julia looked up and smiled at us. “Did you enjoy yourselves?”

“Oh yes Julia, we sure did.” Susie grabbed my arm and held it tight.

“That’s great.” Julia shifted on the sofa. “We had a pretty good time too.”

We sat down on the love seat and talked about school and other stuff for another fifteen or twenty minutes. I looked at my watch, and mentioned to Susie, “We’d better get going so I can get you home on time.”

Susie kissed me and replied, “Yes dear.” Susie and Julia laughed, and we got up to leave. John got up and hugged Susie goodbye. Julia got up and hugged me, and we left.

I took Susie home. I kissed her before we got out of the car, and said, “Thanks for making my birthday special.”

“You’re welcome Brad.”

I walked her to the door and kissed her. “See you next week Susie.”




Next Steps



This is the follow on from "In the Beginning". Thank you for the kind comments. Please remember this is a true story. 



The weeks that followed our first, brief meeting in the car park were filled with frantic sexual contact between Rob and I. I recall lying totally naked on my bed and stroking myself until I came all over my chest and stomach as he told me over the phone of his desire to be inside my mouth. 

Then came the day we were chatting online. Both of us at home on a work day.

"Come over to my place. Now." He typed. 

My heart raced and my cock swelled. Could I be about to fulfil my fantasy? Could I? Should I?

"I don't know. Are you sure?" I replied. 

"I really want you to suck my cock," he instantly typed. 

A few moments later I found myself in my car. Rob lived about 40 minutes drive from me. He had been a bit reluctant to give me his address so gave me directions to a meeting place from where I would follow him back to his. 

The drive was somewhat distracted. I was incredibly excited, scared and nervous all at the same time. All of which meant I got a little bit lost. However I eventually got to where we were to meet. Rob was there in his car. He waved at me to follow and we set straight off. Ten minutes later I was stood behind him as he unlocked his front door. 

We walked into his living room. I was barely taking in my surroundings however. I think Rob asked me if I wanted a drink. I had not come there for a drink. Still standing in his front room I took the two steps needed to get close to him. His hand instantly went to the front of my trousers and rubbed my erection. I responded in kind, feeling the outline of his cock in his jeans. 

This was it. This was the moment. 

I knelt down before him. My hands went to his belt buckle and undid it. I paused for a moment and rubbed him again. Then I undid the button at the top of his jeans. The zip came down. I eased his jeans over his thighs. 

He was wearing tight, white briefs. I could see his hard penis arching upwards in his underwear. It was inches from my face. I reached out my hand once again and rubbed him through the thinner material of his pants. This was the closest I had been to someone else's cock. It was thrilling. 

I had thought about this so often but, of course, I had no experience. Rob could sense my hesitation. 

"Suck me," he said, quietly. 

I moved my face closer to him. I used to have a girlfriend that would drive me wild with her mouth on me through my underwear. I reckoned that was as good a place to start as anywhere. So I placed my open mouth over the mid point of his shaft and let my warm breath permeate through the fabric and onto his skin. 

The moment was getting closer and closer. I kissed the white material that was stretched over the tip of his penis and then inserted my fingers into the waistband of his underwear. Pulling them down his cock fell towards my face. 

There it was. A naked, hard cock. A cock that was hard because of what I was doing to it, in anticipation of what I would do to it. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and gave him a couple of strokes. 

And then I did what I had been dreaming about for years. I opened my mouth and took his cock inside me. 

I recall the manly smell of his groin as I let his cock slide past my lips. The sensation of my mouth being filled by his hard dick. The thrill of feeling my saliva lubricate his cock. I probably did no more than bob my head up and down his shaft a couple of times before I let his cock fall from my mouth. I took hold of him with my hand and pushed him upwards, revealing the underside of his shaft. I licked the length of it and kissed his balls. Forming an "O" with forefinger and thumb I wanked his cock as I kissed his sac. 

Soon I returned my mouth to his cock. This time I was more confident. I twisted my head from side to side as I slid his cock in and out of my mouth. The wet sound of me sucking him filled the air. The actually sensation of sucking him was nothing too pleasurable but the thought of what I was doing had me rock hard. 

"That's it," he cooed, "suck my cock, that's it, oh yes, now you are my cocksucker aren't you."

The addition of the sort of things he would say to me over the phone almost made me cum there and then as I continued to work on his hard shaft. 

"Let me see your cock," he asked. 

Still on my knees and still with him inside my mouth I undid my trousers and pulled my achingly hard cock out of my boxers. 

"Lick my tip and let me see you wank that straight cock of yours," Rob began to issue you instructions. 

The space created by moving my face back so I was just licking the tip of his cock allowed him to look down and see me slowly stroke myself. 

"Get in the bedroom," Rob said with a degree of urgency in his voice. I followed him somewhat awkwardly with my trousers open and my erection bouncing in front of me. I did not remember it happening but Rob left his jeans and underwear behind on the living room floor. 

In his bedroom he pulled off his t-shirt. 

"Get undressed," he told me. Moments later I was naked. 

He stepped towards me and kissed me. His tongue was in my mouth, one hand round the back of my head and one hand on my shaft. 

He broke the kiss and the hand on the back of my head guided me to my knees once more. He knew how much being on my knees and sucking a guy had been central to my fantasies. I had told him often enough. 

This time Rob added a bit of movement himself. Easing his cock backwards and forwards as I sucked him into my willing mouth. I sucked, licked and kissed him for all I was worth. 

He pulled his cock from my mouth and turned to his bed. He threw back the duvet and climbed onto the mattress. I followed him. 

He guided me to lie down on my back and he lay next to me. Bending at the waist he took me in his mouth. All I could see was the back of his head but could feel the wet and the warmth of his mouth and tongue. He would slide all the way to the base of my shaft and then pull all the way off the end of it with a loud slurp. He did this perhaps half a dozen times and then let his head rest on my stomach as he started to wank me. 

I was so turned on. 

"Rob, I am going to cum," I warned him. 

"I am going to wank that cum out of you, you cocksucker, that's it Jay, cum for me," those few words and the attentions of his hands were all I needed to cum as I moaned his name. My legs twitched and trembled as my balls emptied. 

He passed me a towel to clean myself. We lay on his bed for a bit chatting. Time had moved on. I had been there about an hour. I needed to get back. I dressed, thanked him and left. It was only when I got in the car that I realised he had not cum. That was selfish of me. And a bit disappointing. I would not make the same mistake next time. 

Of course I returned to Rob's on another day. If you want to know what happens, let me know. 



Next Steps



“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Bye.” I turned around and left. I drove home, thinking about what we’d done. I couldn’t wait until Susie and I got back together!



Next Stop: Never-Ending



The drive to the station was unnerving, traffic uncooperative, and she already had a headache. After parking the car and dragging her luggage to the check-in counter, she felt completely exhausted, so it wasn’t too surprising when she snapped at the mere mention of a delay in the arrival of her train.

Across the terminal, amidst the crowd of travelers, he watched her, studying the way she tossed her long hair with the back of one hand. She seemed frazzled, even at this distance, yet intensely focused, or perhaps it was just distracted. He was fascinated, and continued to watch as she walked to the boarding line – a dark, mysterious shadow in a black silk blouse and long straight skirt, carrying an expensive leather briefcase.

The train opened for passengers, and she waited until she was in the next car before looking for a seat. She selected a window seat and immediately pulled out a pad and pen, beginning to write.

He saw her halfway through the second car, and took the adjoining aisle seat. She didn’t look up, acknowledge him or cease writing. He touched her thigh with his, a subtle and casual attempt to get her attention, but she simply moved away, continuing to write.

He wondered what she was so intent on.

In fact she had noticed him at the train station. He gave her too little credit for observation - points lost for that. But points gained for following her. Perhaps this would be a more interesting trip than she originally thought.

Already it was dark outside, and she could no longer see to write without turning on the overhead light. He was curious about the notepad - she hadn’t taken the pen from paper for over two hours.

She leaned back against the seat, soft mounds protruding from her chest like shadows in the dark. The words she had written played in her mind like a movie reel… a seductive fantasy with no inhibitions or boundaries - pure pleasure the only wish, ecstasy the final desire.

Long dark lashes fluttered on closed eyes as she imagined what he felt like.

His eyes adjusted to the dim light of the moon in the train windows, and watched her, an erection unmistakable under his jeans. She looked like a woman who was being fucked… and it was an unbelievable turn-on. He lightly brushed his hand across her thigh, and she looked up at him for the first time, a hypnotic gaze that lured him closer.

She had blue eyes, striking crystals that seared him all the way to the end of his cock when she looked into his face. He was amazed at her soft, natural complexion, untouched by makeup. She didn’t speak, her lips slightly parted and she reached for his hand. Long, slender fingers teased his palm, and she continued to keep her eyes on his.

She was already hot, the fantasy playing out just as she imagined.

There was a long slit up the skirt, and she lead his hand inside - he felt the heat as she guided him gently until he touched the satin-covered treasure between her legs, then she squeezed his hand against her so that he could feel the depth of her lust.

She reached across and deftly began unzipping his zipper, quiet in the dark car.

Only a few other passengers rode in this section, and most seemed asleep. She lay across his lap, taking him silently into her mouth, knowing he would have to stifle any urge to moan. Lapping with her tongue, sliding his growing cock in and out of her lips, sucking then swirling - holding his balls in her hand possessively.

He moved her panties aside, exploring the lush lips hidden beneath. She was wet and slippery, and completely shaven, her skin smooth and inviting. He traced the tender folds with skill… and she responded by pushing against him, pleading for more.

His cock stood hard and aching: now a glistening tip in the moonlight. She wanted to fill more than her mouth with his delicious shaft.

He reached under the blouse, feeling bare breasts beneath. She pressed against him, and then slithered up his chest, kissing him, pulling at silky hairs with her teeth. Their breathing synchronized as her mouth met his - pausing before their lips touched – thrilling, infinite desire that electrified. She wanted to feel him inside her, and whispered the invitation as she slipped her sweet tongue into his mouth.

He didn’t need to hear it twice: her sultry voice sent messages throughout his every vein, until he thought he would explode. He already knew how tight she was - he had explored the luscious, moist entrance with his fingers and it was a tempting treat.

She loved the taste of him in her mouth, and was anxious to feel his thickness thrust deep inside her - every sense enhanced, the darkness enveloped their silhouettes, disappearing into one as she slithered her body over his.

And then he began the whispers - telling her fantasies she had imagined, until she merged into the seductive tales, neatly woven into his web. She felt his breath against her neck, and she fell farther under his spell. She danced in the darkness, knees on the seat either side of him… guided his cock inside her molten pussy until she sat on his lap. Back and forth, back and forth… rocking until their flesh burned in fiery passion and their moans of pleasure were lost in the roar of the train along the tracks.

Two tickets purchased for travel to places unknown, but their final destination was… forever, never-ending.

copyright 2002



Next Stop... Release



I was boarding the bus, alone, for the first time. It was a misty, foggy day in June. I was a little nervous, I had to admit. Riding public transport alone was likely an irrational fear and I wanted to overcome it. That, and I wanted to check out the organic foods store. I had become more interested in healthy eating, as I was now an age where normally people cook for themselves.

I looked around for an empty seat, but the bus was pretty full. I ended up sitting on an aisle seat, so I could be sure I'd escape in time for my stop. It probably wasn't so necessary, but it eased my mind a bit. Whoever was sitting next to me was falling asleep inside the hood of their swishy black jacket. I decided they should be amongst the least intimidating people to sit next to on the bus.

It was pretty silent on that bus except for a few Spanish mumbles coming from the back. I would have tried to eavesdrop, attempting to figure out what they were talking about, but they were just too quiet, and far away. I had neglected to bring a book or a music player, figuring it wasn't too long a ride and I would keep entertained just by looking at the window. That, I did, but it was a little boring.

Of course I looked all around the bus at who was riding, out of my typical curiosity of people. There was an old woman with a rain bonnet on, carrying one of those patriotic striped laundry bags. She was staring straight in front of herself, out the window, probably lost in thought, as I was. There was this full-lipped young lady in a black uniform-type shirt with a logo I couldn't quite read. She styled her hair in the wet look and wore hot pink hoop earrings. A black wire from headphones was visible framing her face and I wondered what she was listening to. I couldn't hear any of it, as I was too far away.

I looked out the window as we passed a Turkish restaurant and wondered how the food would be. I didn't plan to stop there today, though. We then passed a home improvement store I had applied to work at. I had mixed feelings about the place. The lady who had interviewed me gave off a cold, impersonal, possibly unfriendly vibe. "Vibes" aren't always correct though. There was also the fact that most of their customers would be men. I was bound to ring up many attractive men, which might lead to flirting, which might lead to guilt. I was married, after all.

The bus stopped loudly. I heard a loud mumble next to me, and the hooded person flinched. The screeching must have woke them. Thick tan fingers reached to remove the black hood. It was a tired-looking man, maybe in his thirties, waking from his slumbers. Waking from his siesta, you might say. He fixed his short black hair a bit and his eyes darted around to quickly take in his surroundings. Did he miss his stop? He yawned, and blinking, widened his eyes for a bit. 

"Donde estamos?" he asked me, assuming, as white as I was, that for some reason I knew how to speak Spanish.

"Pienso... Centerford." I replied, noting the name of the local fire department we had passed.

"Ahh, gracias." he replied, more calmly.

I wondered where exactly he had planned to get off, as I tried to take in the sight of him without appearing to stare at him. It must not have worked, because he turned to look me straight in the eyes as I did so. He shot me one of those polite smiles that people give, as he continued looking out at the scenery.

He had big dark eyes which reflected the light grey daylight coming in from the window next to him. His lips were full and chapped and he sucked them, to give them moisture. I think he was chewing his mustache as he did so, as it kind of needed a trim. This reminded me of my husband, and I smiled a bit.

We had reached Oakville and we were probably about half way to my destination. I still had some time to be nervous about getting off at exactly the right place. The formerly hooded man yawned and it was a low-pitched soothing kind of sound. It was getting darker outside, looking more like it would rain. The yawn proved contagious.

He glanced at me. I returned his glance, also looking down at his outfit. An unremarkable black jacket, zippered half way down, revealing maybe a white printed t-shirt. Dark wash blue jeans. Ratty black work boots. I caught him looking at mine, too. A form-fitting burgundy blouse. A plain black skirt just covering my knees. I saw a smile form for a half second at the corner of his mouth, before he resumed looking out the window.

"Por que piensas que hablo Español?" came gradually, choppily, from my English-speaking mouth. I asked why he thought I spoke Spanish, probably not perfectly.

"El papel en tus manos." the paper in your hands, he said.

I looked down at the note I had written myself; the address of the grocery store, written on the back of a small part of a Spanish "word of the day" calendar. One side said Taste of Nature, 490 Cedarcrest Hwy, Seaview, New York. The other side had part of the word "preguntar", which meant "to ask". I had forgotten that the backs of my little scrap papers at home contained hints of my interest in the Spanish language.

"Ohhh," I replied. He smiled and chuckled just a little.

"¿Donde vives?" he asked me where I lived.

"En Westford, ¿y tú?"

"Sunbrook." he replied, his accent obvious with his double "o" sound.

"¿De donde eres?" I asked where he was from.

"Ecuador. Hace dos años que vivo aqui." he replied that he'd moved from Ecuador two years ago.

"Ohhhh," I replied, not really knowing what else to say to that.

There was a silent pause between us. I saw him looking at the note in my hands, or so I thought. Maybe he was looking at my ring. I kind of hoped he wasn't.

"¿A donde vas?" he asked where I was going.

"Un supermercado, natural."

"Ohh, que bueno."

Another silent pause. A little awkward. We looked out of our window. Actually, he was looking out of the window. I was admiring the side of his face, the way his strong jaw line came into his full lips he was licking and sucking for moisture. I wanted to talk more with him, but I was nervous and was trying to translate my thoughts of what I'd say to him in Spanish.

"Puessssss.." I said nervously, barely audibly. "So...", it meant.

"¿Como te llamas?" he asked me my name.

"Lisa, ¿y tu?"

"José."

"Encantado, José." It was nice to meet him. I hoped I was using the right word.

"Igual. Mi esposa se llama Lisa, también."

He revealed that he was married. I was a little disappointed. But then again, I wasn't exactly single either, was I?

"Estas casada, Lisa?" he asked if I was married too.

"Sí."

"Pero, eres tan joven." (But you're so young.)

"Sí. ¿Entonces?" (Yeah, so?)

He then said something which I couldn't understand, the word "matrimonio" being involved.

"Mmm.. que?" I asked.

"Lo siento." he apologized for throwing a few too many words my way.

"Solo hablo un poquito de Español." I told him I only speak a little Spanish.

"Hablas bastante bien." he replied that I speak it well enough.

"Gracias."

There was another break in the conversation. A chance to just look around again. I noticed his finger had no ring on it and I wondered why. I remembered the times I felt sick of being engaged and didn't wear my engagement ring, though I hadn't done anything like that since we got married.

The bus stopped fairly short. I was pushed into him. I fell on his shoulder a bit. He smiled. He smelt of cologne, but so lightly as not to offend in the least. Or maybe he was freshly showered and it was his shampoo. Maybe his deodorant. One of those "fresh mountain" scents or something. I didn't know. Was he wearing cologne to see a woman other than his wife, or so he might flirt with a woman other than his wife? I didn't know and I didn't dare ask. I was in no position to judge either way.

It felt nice being close to the heat of his body. I didn't want to get up, but I knew it would look awkward if I stayed there. 

He glanced down at me and a big smile formed on his gorgeous full dark lips. I was striken with his handsomeness. I just wanted to kiss him so passionately.

Our eyes locked for a good moment. What seductive eyes he had. What is it about their eyes?

He reached over with his left hand and stroked my long dark hair which he had been admiring, just once. My heart was starting to beat pretty quickly. He smiled and looked back at the window, with the trace of that smile still remaining.

The bus was nearing to Seaview, my stop. I'd rather get a view of his bedroom. In maybe another five minutes, I had to get off. I wanted to get off with him.

I took my head off of his shoulder. He shot me a glance as though I had disappointed him, and looked back out the window.

I wanted to touch him, to do something with him. I could tell he liked it. He was very responsive to touch, which I had forgotten men could be.

I put my dainty white left hand on his big dark right hand. The contrast was something else to me. I wonder if he thought the same. He shifted in his seat. I wonder if that'd meant anything physically. I glanced down at his jeans. He seemed to have caught me looking.

He withdrew his hand, only to cover mine with it, resting innocently on his upper thigh. I wondered how his flesh would look under those jeans. I had never seen a man with such dark skin nude before. He pressed my hand down firmly and guided it closer to inside of his thigh. 

He leaned in close to my ear. He whispered in his sexy low voice.

"¿Te gustaría tocarme allí? (Would you like to touch me there?)

God, yes, would I.

A big smile snuck up onto my face and I looked him in the eyes, hand being lead just where he wanted it.

The bus slowed down substantially. A loud and clear announcement came on over the P.A.

"Now approaching... Seaview."

He glanced at the paper in my hand and back into my eyes. I wasn't really sure what to do. I wanted to take my little trip as planned and arrive at a certain time to be home at a certain time. If I stayed on the bus with him, who knows where I would end up and what time I would get home. My husband would worry.

I decided to leave him with a kiss on the cheek. I was excited over him, definitely, but this was the right thing to do.

I put my lips to his razor-knicked cheek for a little kiss. He wasn't about to accept that.

He turned quickly and my lips landed on his, him grabbing and holding the side of my face to make sure we had a big serious kiss.

He leaned into me and kissed me so lightly, slowly, gently. My head was spinning. I wanted his tongue inside my mouth. The way he moaned so slightly as he kissed me just drove me wild.

"Now stopping at... Seaview." the system announced loudly, clearly, and unmistakeably.

I couldn't move. And I certainly couldn't get this much excitement from an organic food store.

The bus stopped completely. The old woman with the rain bonnet exited the bus, slowly, cautiously. I remained seated.

She was out the door, approaching the sidewalk. Nobody else had attempted to exit the bus. I still could have tried to leave.

I remained seated.

His hand still holding the side of my face, stroking my cheek, he laughed, smiling deviously at me.

"Next stop... Plain Bay."

I wondered where exactly Sunbrook was, if that's even where we were headed. It had to have been pretty far East, as the far East contained all the places which names I had never, or barely ever heard.

It was pretty grey outside. On the windows, I'd noticed a few tiny drops of water.

I was staring outside, kind of worried, and his lips were slowly leaving a trail of kisses on the sensitive skin of my neck. My body tingled for him. I put my hand back on his thigh, rubbing it up and down teasingly over his jeans. He grabbed my chin and directed me toward his pouting lips, holding my chin dominantly, kissing me so slowly, gently introducing his tongue into my mouth.

My hand found a warm bulge in the center of his thighs and stroked it softly. 

"Mmmm," he managed to moan with an accent, as he thrusted his hips lustfully. 

My fingers found the outline of his manhood and began to rub back and forth, as if stroking his penis right through his jeans.

"Ahhhye, por Dios." he uttered breathily, with obvious excitement in his voice.

"Now approaching... Plain Bay."

It was raining now. The clouds were so dark up ahead. It looked like it could pour. The sound was pretty calming.

"Now stopping at... Plain Bay."

The bus stopped and nobody got off. The bus was no longer crowded, but still fairly occupied.

The bus driver rose from her seat and walked half way down the aisle. My hand jumped away from the action.

Her eyes were fixated on us in particular and she said, "Hey hombre, will you watch yourself on my bus? We got kids in the back." She glanced over at a blonde mother and child toward the back of the bus.

I felt the heat of a blush in my face and he responded, "No entiendo." (I don't understand.)

The bus driver sighed with annoyance, shook her head, and made her way back up to the front of the bus. I felt pretty embarrassed. I only imagined how José would feel, being the one that was actually reprimanded, for some reason.

"Next stop... Shadebrook." the bus informed us.

Shadebrook? Was that near Sunbrook?

"¿Es cerca de tu hogar?" (Is that near your home?)

"Sí. Ven conmigo." (Yes. Come with me.)

I smiled. I decided that would be a good idea. So long as his wife wasn't home, or wouldn't be home. If she would be, why would he invite me?

"Mi esposa es trabajando hasta las nueve." (My wife is working till nine.)

"Eres muy mal." I told him "you are so bad". I wondered if his wife had made him feel as starved for affection as did my husband. Was he really so bad?

"Tienes hijos?" I asked if he had kids.

"Sí, dos." He had two kids.

Perhaps the kids had made him feel obligated to stay, or he couldn't bare to leave them, or something. But he was so starved for affection that he'd go crazy if he didn't find it elsewhere. Or maybe he was just a prick who goes around seducing strangers and taking home people's wives on a regular basis. Who knew?

"A mi esposa no le gusta hacer el amor." He told me that his wife doesn't like to make love.

Now we were on the same page. I would tell him the same of my husband, but would he believe me?

"Mi marido tampoco." hopefully he would understand.

I wondered if they had always been like this, or did it become this way? Did she lose her sex drive after having kids? Did she fall into depression? Was she diabetic? Did she lose her good looks? Maybe she never liked sex, but he married her regardless, under-estimating the effect it could have, marrying her just for love?

I felt a little less alone after he had said that.

"Now approaching... Shadebrook."

I turned to him and kissed his lips softly, not planning to go further until going home with him. Hopefully he could control himself till then. I didn't want us getting kicked off the bus and having to walk to another town in a downpour.

"Me encantaría tocarte abajo de tu falda." his whispered in my ear, his raspy Spanish words meaning "I would love to touch you under your skirt".

"Yo también. Estoy mojada para ti." (Me too. I'm wet for you.)

"Mmmm." he moaned, beginning to lick his thick lips suggestively.

I loved the idea of him wanting to eat my pussy. There's nothing like having a man enthusiastic about giving you oral, not that I had often experienced that. I glanced at his lips and tried to imagine what they would feel like on my throbbing clit, what his mustache would look like with a light glaze of girly cum on it. How nice it would be to suck my juices off of his delicious full lips.

"Now stopping at... Shadebrook."

The bus stopped. A young lady put the red hood of her jacket up and prepared for the downpour. An old man followed her, no hood or umbrella in sight. He took a newspaper and held it over his head as he ran toward an apartment complex.

It looked like night, but the screen on the bus said only two PM. It was pouring and you could hear it through the bus windows. Twenty percent chance of rain, my ass.

"Next stop... Sunbrook."

I got excited. I definitely was wet for him and I couldn't wait to take him home and lay him on his bed.

He put up the black swishy hood of his jacket. He looked so cute that way. It seemed to draw out his eyes.

"Cuantos años tienen tus hijos?" I was worrying about every little thing that could go wrong. I asked him how old his kids were.

"Seis y ocho." six and eight, he said. "Estan en escuela." They were in school.

"Whew." I said. He laughed a little.

There was a silent pause.

His raspy voice told me, "No puedo esperar." (I can't wait.)

"Now approaching... Sunbrook."

Butterflies were doing backflips in my stomach, maybe some somersaults.

He zipped his jacket all the way up and sat up a little straighter, adjusting himself in his pants.

"Now stopping at... Sunbrook."

I rose, straightened my skirt for a second, and waited for him to guide me out the door. We left the bus together and I wondered if anyone noticed. I boarded the bus alone and was obviously leaving with this strange hombre. The blonde mother shot us a dirty look as we left and her daughter stared at us curiously.

The bus drove off and he took me by the hand into his house. The door creeked rather noisily as we entered, though there were no sounds after that except the rain. There were many windows in the house through which the darkness of the sky came in. He guided me down the dark, unlit hallway to the door to his bedroom. Another creeky door.

He had a modest twin mattress and there were papers and empty cans left randomly on the desk and dresser. All the hygenic supplies on the dresser were men's. The only thing that would indicate the presence of a female was a family picture on that dresser. For all I knew, she could have slept on the couch.

Hand in mine, he lead me to the bed and sat down with me. We were on the edge of his bed. I looked into his big dark eyes and took down his hood. I put my hand on the side of his face and began kissing him slowly and gently. As I kissed him, he zipped down his jacket. He tossed his wet jacket over a nearby chair and I could see more of his deliciously dark flesh. Our tongues met and he was breathing heavily. I could see the erection in his jeans.

"Quiero eso cuerpo." he whispered to me. (I want that body.)

He pushed me gently by my shoulders down onto his bed. He kissed my neck and trailed over to my collar bone, his hand moving up to my breast and cupping it, kneading it gently. My nipples were visible to him through my tight-fitting blouse, although I was wearing a bra. He traced one with his thumb and kissed the other over my blouse, taking it between his lips and I think even licking it through the blouse. 

My pussy was waiting for him, easily accessable through the skirt and my thin panties. I was so ready for him. I wanted to take him inside me so badly.

He kissed me again, his dark eyes dim and staring into mine. His hands traced so slowly from my breasts, to my stomach, to my hips. I reached over me to the bottom of his white tee, which his dark skin just barely showed through. I lifted it up, and he took it off the rest of the way. His chest was a bit hairy and there was a trail of hair under his belly button down to his jeans. I traced it with my finger and he laughed quietly. 

He undid his belt slowly, staring straight down into my eyes, pretending the belt was his cock and he was rubbing himself for me. He took off the belt and dropped it onto the floor. He undid the fly of his jeans and took them off, tossing them to the floor as well. His erection stood tall under the thin grey fabric of his boxers. He lowered himself onto my body, straddling me with his very erect penis giving my wet pussy the slightest hint of a poke under my skirt and my panties. I took off my shirt and threw it on his floor.




Next Stop... Release



My nipples were erect under my sheer black bra. He undid my bra and tossed it off the bed, massaging my breasts afterwards, kissing them, taking my nipples into his mouth and sucking them. I watched this dark foreign stranger making love to my white flesh and thrusted my hips upward, in the hopes of receiving his cock.

I felt the head of it poking my clit and wondered if his boxers were getting little wet spots on them. I grabbed at his cock and massaged it with my hand, firmly and slowly, making sure to poke my pussy with it and rub it around on my panties.

"Ummf," he moaned, enjoying the little massage. He took his boxers down slowly and his cock sprung out from under them. I had never seen such lovely dark flesh on a cock before and was in love with it. I noticed little beads of precum forming at his tip and wanted him to rub those warm juices all over and inside my pussy, no matter how dangerous it was. I took my panties down slowly and their color was darkened from wetness. I put them to his nose and he inhaled. He moaned and licked his lips. 

"Mmm.. quiero comerte." he moans to me. (I want to eat you.)

He moves further down onto the bed and positions his head over my pussy. He kisses it lightly on the clit and I thrust my hips in encouragement. He starts leaving little kisses from my clit down to my entrance. He tilts his head to the side and teasingly gives my entrance the slightest flick with his tongue. He points his tongue and licks firmly from the bottom, up to my clit. He sucks on my clit. I wanted his cock so bad; I really didn't need any more teasing. I wanted him to fuck me good and shout things in Spanish and make me cum on his cock.

"Fuck me, please." I plead with him.

"Hmm?" he says, smiling, as if he knows I said something naughty.

"Fuck me, now." I whine, thrusting my wet pussy up toward him.

"Quiero tu verga." I tell him. (I want your cock.)

He comes back up to meet me face to face. He grabs his cock in his hand and very gently inserts just the tip of it into me. I know where all the precum that was on his tip just went. It shouldn't have, since technically I could get pregnant, but I wanted it there, lubricating the inside of me, not that I wasn't already very lubricated. He inserts it again, slowly filling me with the entire length of his warm cock, holding it inside me, pulling it out so gently, but not completely. He strokes his base hard and fast as if he's planning to jerk off into me like I'm some kind of toy.

There he is, on top of me with half his cock inside of me, jerking it like he's ready to cum right inside of me, unprotected. He's staring into my eyes, panting so heavily as he's doing so, and I'm getting so scared and aroused at the same time. He stops stroking so quickly and goes back to long firm strokes. I'm hoping to God he hasn't just inseminated me. He pulls out slowly, still panting. I'm looking into his eyes like a deer trapped in headlights. I look at his cock and down into my wide open pussy. I can't see any trace of semen; maybe it's buried too deeply within me.

I'm desperately trying to figure out how to ask what just happened in Spanish. He kisses me deeply and plunges back into me, as if nothing has happened. I feel so wet, he must have just came inside me. He inserts himself fully into my wetness once again, coating his cock in all my juices. He pulls completely out slowly and repeats this several times. I'm on the verge of orgasm and the verge of going insane, thinking I've just been impregnated by a total stranger. Shouldn't he be getting softer if he just came though?

He puts his cock back inside and begins to fuck me at a normal pace.

"Mmmmmm." I moan quietly into his ear as he's thrusting in and out of my tightness.

"Mmmm." He moans back.

"Digame algo sucio en ingles." Tell me something dirty in English, he says. I laugh at the thought.

"I want you to fill me with your cum." I whisper seductively into his ear.

"Que significa eso?" he asks me.

"Quiero que... te llename con tu leche?" I attempt to translate, unsure of myself.

"Mmmmmmmf." he moans loudly, pumping himself faster in and out of me, the sounds of my wetness barely audible.

I watch him biting his purple lips as he's thrusting so hurriedly on top of me, filling me so completely with his hard cock. I caress his back, making more eye contact with his beautiful dark eyes.

"Aye," he pants. "Ahhh." 

I'm wanting to cum just thinking about him cumming in me. I grip his back tightly, as if forcing him down onto me, forbidding him to stop pumping.

"Oh, God." I moan.

"Aye, Dios." he replies, panting exhaustedly, slowing his pace. His eyes press shut for a moment, his mouth falling open, moaning "ahhhye".

I feel his sudden hot spurts of seed shoot deeply into my hungry pussy, and almost immediately I spasm around his spurting cock, ensuring the liquids fall deep within my womb. He pulls out, pulling my legs up by under my knees, forcing his twitching cock to completely drain itself inside of me as he watches. He rubs the head of his cum-covered cock against my clit and vulva, pushing in and out gently as his orgasm subsides.

"Uhh, José." I moan.

He removes his flaccid cock from inside my messy cunt and glances at the digital clock on his bed stand. "Aye," he says. The clock reads 3:30.

"Tienes salir." he says, reaching for a tissue, wiping the cream off his cock.

I look around for a pen and find one under a folded paper on his dresser.

I take out my little Taste of Nature note and write my number on it. I leave it on his bed.

"Realmente." He kisses me deeply and rips some random piece of paper off a sheet on his dresser, giving me his number also.

"Llamame antes las nueve." (Call before nine.)

He inserts the note into my back pocket and pats my bottom, nodding toward the door. His kids must have been coming home. I can understand he didn't want to explain the strange woman in the house to his kids. I winked at him, quickly wiping my messy girl parts, throwing my clothes back on, and left.

I walked to the bus stop and waited for the 4:00 bus headed toward Westford. As I was walking, I could feel his seed dripping from within me, most likely wetting my panties more than they had been. I felt so dirty. I had a feeling I could get used to riding public transport alone.



Next Stop: Strap-on



We only just met a week ago, yet you'd never know it. I look at her, sitting across from me in our semi-private train car, and I know she is the one who is going to take me through all my fantasies. 

We got on in Amsterdam after a day of shopping. I don't mind shopping with her, especially considering the stores she likes to frequent. We picked up some new toys there, and I could barely wait until we got to Copenhagen and to the hotel so that we could try them out. It's going to be one long train ride if my mind keeps going in that direction. 

She smiles at me from across the way and crosses her legs. When she does, her skirt rides up a little, and I can't help but look down. She was waiting for that. As soon as I look down, she uncrosses her legs again, spreading them a little, giving me a better look. 

I shouldn't have been surprised at what I saw, but I was. She was wearing the harness we just bought, and attached to it was the good sized life like cock that I had chosen for her. The one she was going to fuck me with. My eyes are glued to the cock for a long while, and she stays like that, legs spread, allowing me to get an eyeful for as long as I want. 

Eventually I look back up at her. She winks at me and crooks a finger at me, beckoning me to her. I bite my lip. I'm nervous as hell, but I move to sit next to her. Only, that's not her plan. 

She reaches out to stop me from sitting beside her, and instead moves me to sit on her lap, straddling her. I can feel her hardness pressing into me. Then she pulls my head down and brings me in for a kiss. Long, slow, intense. She pushes herself up so that her cock presses into me harder, then she leans back and looks me in the eyes with a smile. "Do you want me?" She asks coyly. 

"Yes." I nod and give her a shy smile. 

"Show me." She says, sliding her hands down to hold my hips. 

"Right...here? On the train?" Despite my hesitant words, my hand slides down between us and grips her cock, rubbing it up and down through her skirt. 

She leans her head back against the headrest and grins at me. "Yeah...right here."

I lift up off the seat to stand in front of her. "Should I..." My eyes move down towards the outline of her cock, then back up to her eyes. 

She just bites her lip and raises her eyebrow at me, not saying a word. 

I understand and fall to my knees in front of her, pushing her skirt up to her hips, revealing her new cock in all its glory. 

Her eyes close for a moment, and then she pushes her hips up towards my face. "Yeah...suck my cock Blake. Right here. Right now."

I take in a deep breath, my hand gripping her cock, and then I lean in towards her, mouth open, eyes closed. I lick just the tip. 

"Suck it." She says forcefully. "Take me in your mouth." She puts a hand on the back of my head, urging me forward, forcing me to slip the head in my mouth. 

It's my first taste of her cock, and I love it. I start sucking hard, pulling her cock into my mouth by a good few inches. 

"Mmmm..." She moans. "Yeah, that's good." She moves her hips, fucking my mouth slowly.

My head bobs up and down in her lap as I continue to suck her off, working up a rhythm. I moan around her cock appreciatively. She moans too, relaxing back into her seat, letting me set my own pace now. 

Just then, the door to our car creaks open and a man steps inside. He opens his mouth to speak, but stops when he sees me on my knees in front of her, sucking her dick. She looks over at him with a smile, then puts her hand on the back of my head to keep me just where I am. How we love an audience. I only look over at the man for a moment, but I don't stop sucking her off, her pink phallus sliding in and out of my mouth slowly, the tip poking my cheek when my head is turned. 

She licks her lips and turns her attention away from the newcomer and back to me. "Yeah...you suck my cock so good Blake..." I know this is for the stranger's benefit as much as it is for mine. "I'm going to fuck you with it next you know..."

I just nod my head, my excitement doubled knowing someone is watching. I push myself down on her cock, taking it all in my mouth at once, deep throating her until my nose presses against her harness. This makes her moan, and her soft hand on my head now grips my hair "Yess..." She hisses. "Yeah...just like that baby."

I keep her deep throated for a moment or two before I slide back up, her saliva coated cock glistening. She lifts me up from my knees and reaches out to undo my pants. All I can do is watch in amazement. She's really going to fuck me, on a train, in front of some stranger. I am so hard it hurts. My cock strains against my boxer shorts as she pushes my pants down, slowly. Agonizingly so. When she hooks her thumbs into the band of my boxer shorts, I take in a breath an hold it. 

I give a glance over to the man standing in the doorway. He's got his hand on his own bulge in his pants, stroking himself. She pushes my shorts down to my ankles and reaches out, taking my hardness in her hand. She pumps me up and down three times, then turns me around to face the other way. I can hear her reaching for something in a bag, and I turn around just in time to see her slathering lube all over her cock, stroking herself up and down. "You are going to fuck yourself on my hard cock, aren't you?" She asks me. 

I nod my head, looking back towards the front as I position myself to squat over her. "Yes...yes I am." I can feel her guide her cock towards my willing hole, and she puts one hand on my shoulder, bringing me down on her. The tip presses at my opening for only a moment, and then it slips inside me. We both groan. 

I push myself down slowly, sliding her entire cock inside me until our skin touches. I feel so full with her seven inches in my ass. Both of her hands are on my shoulders now, and she holds me there, steady. I look over at the stranger again, and he's moved all the way inside, closed the door behind him, and is staring at us intently while he strokes himself through his pants. I moan out, wriggling slightly in her lap, enraptured by the sensation of being so full. 

She eases up on my shoulders, and I slowly rise up, sliding her cock out of me a few inches before coming back down on it again. Every time I take her in me all the way, she moans and grinds her hips up into me. My own cock twitches at the sensation and I gasp. 

My hands grip the seat on either side of us, and I use them as leverage to lift myself more. Slow at first, I start to pick up the pace, eventually bouncing up and down on her cock. She groans again as I move faster now, and reaches around to me take one of my nipples between her thumb and index finger, pinching it. 

I moan louder, loving it all. My pace gets faster and faster as my ass loosens up around her cock. "Yes Sapphire...fuck me!" I yell out. 

Her hand moves down from my nipple and grips my cock, stroking me up and down while I bounce on top of her. She starts pushing up into me as I come down on her, the pace so fast now, I can't tell who is fucking who anymore.

Then she lets me know. She pushes up against me so hard that we are both lifted from the seat, and I fall forward into the chair in front of me. She really lets me have it then, pounding herself into my ass, stretching me out fully. She grabs my hips and thrusts even harder. My hands grip the seat in front of me, and I push my ass back into her like a cock hungry whore. "Fuck me harder!" I yell out. 

"Yeah? You like that?" She asks, obliging me my pumping just a little harder, her pelvis smashing into my ass with a sting. "You like my cock deep inside you Blake?" She asks. 

I have to tell the truth. "I love it Sapphire. I love your cock." 

She keeps one hand on my hip as she keeps thrusting, and moves the other to my hair, tugging on it while she slams herself into my ass. "Yeah...take my cock." She moans. "Take it like the whore you are."

I can only moan in reply now, my legs almost buckling from the pounding, but somehow I manage to take it all. 

"Touch yourself." She commands. "I want you to cum with me inside you..." She thrusts deep and hard, grunting with pleasure every time her pelvis hits my ass. "Cum for me Blake!"

My hand reaches down to touch my cock, and my ass tightens around hers as I do. A torrent of cum sprays instantaneously out of me as soon as I do and I cry out. She keeps pumping me as I come, then she starts screaming herself. "Yes! Oh fuck yes! Oh Blake! I'm cumming too!"

My semen sprays all over the seat as my hips buck and my heart races. "Ohh...Sapphire..."

She slows down, eventually stopping, but she doesn't pull out of me. Her body is shaking against mine, her orgasm still flowing through her. My body shudders too, and I wiggle my ass, reminding her that she is still inside me. 

She rubs her hands up and down my back, and almost reluctantly she pulls out. I feel empty without her cock inside me. She grabs my shoulders and turns me back around, kissing me hard on the lips. I return it, full of passion, and my hands rub up and down her body, grabbing handfuls of her breasts in my hands, squeezing. 

Finally, she breaks the kiss and pushes me back, her eyes on the seat all full of my cum. "Look at the mess you made..." Her voice is admonishing. She reaches out a finger and scoops up some of my cum, then brings it up to me, stopping just before she reaches my mouth. "You'll have to clean that up...won't you?" She grins coquettishly. I can't deny her anything when she looks at me like that. 

I nod and stick out my tongue, licking the finger and finally sucking it of. She moans and closes her eyes, and I just keep sucking her finger, licking it until it's clean, swallowing my own cum for her. 

"Such a good little cum slut you are..." She pulls my head in for another kiss, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth, so she can taste my cum too. We kiss for a long while, and then as if remembering, she looks over at our stranger. He takes a step towards us, but she holds up a hand for him to stop. "Get out. Show's over."

The man looks disappointed, but her voice is one that is not meant to be argued with, and he reluctantly leaves. 

"They can watch..." She says with a grin. "But my cock is just for you..."