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Unexpected Encounter

By: Sweetness



On a sunny afternoon I went to play a round of golf with my buddy. Afterwards we went to the restaurant located on the golf course to have some drinks and dinner. We sat at the bar and ordered some drinks while waiting for our table. The bartender was a woman in her late 30's. She is smoking hot. She is about 5.6, close to 130 lbs, very nice round ass. The kind I like to call "a substantial booty." She has D cup breasts and very very hard nipples. Her tee shirt was very tight on her and her shorts were very very short. Add light brownish-blonde hair and blue eyes to that and any man is bound to lose his senses around her.

I am a frequent customer of hers. For the last few weeks we have had engaged in normal chit chat about whatever. At times I had sensed a little hint of flirtation from her but seeing a big rock on her finger always made me reject that idea and blame it on my delusions. But tonight the flirtation was a bit more obvious. I was a little confused but at the same time very turned on by her advances as well as her attire. She was wearing a plain black rather deep v-neck tee shirt tucked into her tight short short shorts. Her shorts were clinging to her nice round sweet "substantial" butt so well that her thong was visible. For over 10 minutes I literally followed her with my eyes as she bent over to pick up something or stretched herself to reach for something on higher shelves.

One by one guests were getting seated. One of my buddy's client called and he stepped out of the restaurant to take the call. I continued to talk with her about her day. 

I asked, "So what does your husband do?"

She kinda rolled her eyes and said, "He runs a sales division for Taft Electrical and is having an affair with American Airlines and Double Tree." She chuckled and I smiled. 

"So what airlines are YOU having an affair with?"

This caught her off guard. She blurred out "None yet"

I smiled and looked at her straight in her eyes, smiled and asked:

"Well when you're ready let me know I know a good one" 

She turned a bit serious and showing curiosity and interest said:

"Oh really now. What if I am ready right now. Can you set me up with your airline?"

I almost choked but managed to say "Well yeah its right here and its ready"

I looked around and noticed that my friend was still outside on the phone. The table was not ready yet. I looked over at her a couple times. She was smiling and biting her lower lip while filling up drinks for other customers in the dinning room. Finally I asked her: 

"Do you guys have a wine cellar?" and she said with a smile, "We sure do." 

I said "I am a wine collector. I'd love to see what sort of red wines you have in store." 

She said, "Come back let me show you." 

She signaled her manager to cover for her while she took her break early. I followed her sweet wiggling ass as we went through the "employee only" door and into the back where there were several office doors. She stopped in front of the "Storage" room, turned around looked at me, winked, smiled, open the door and walked in. I waited for a few seconds, forced the thought of that rock on her finger out of my mind, and followed her into the storage room. First thing she did was grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard on the mouth. Her tongue forced its way inside my mouth and touched mine. I noticed that her hands were bare. She was no longer wearing her ring. While we kissed our hands were roaming each other's bodies. I caressed her ass, her waist, her lower back and her breasts. She paid much attention rubbing the front of my pants but also grabbing my butt and squeezing my cheeks. Pushing me more and more into her.

A few minutes of groping she pulled back and looked me straight in the eyes. She gave me one of those wicked naughty smiles while biting her lower lip. She got down on her knees, took my pants off, slid my FAT hard cock out of my boxers and swallowed the whole FAT fucker down her throat. When fully aroused I am close to 7" long which is not much but I am about 4" thick. I shave my crotch, cock and balls. I have large heavy balls and a huge swollen head. I looked down and saw how much my cock was filling her mouth. How her soft lips looks wrapped around the FAT thickness of my thick fuckmeat. After a few licks and sucks she pulls my cock out of her mouth and says:

"Oh God you've got a big FAT one. I can think of so many things to do with it. Its fucking huge. I am gonna love fucking it" 

At just the sound of those words I must have twitched and grown an inch. As she finished her words she stuffed my fat "cockmeat" back into her hot warm wet sucking mouth and started sucking me hard and massaging my balls. With the other hand she was stroking the foreskin of my cock back and forth. She sucked my balls one at a time until I was ready to cum. I placed my hand in the back of her head and shoved my cock in her mouth deep until I could feel the tip of my cock slide inside her throat and hit the back of her mouth. That was it. I shot gobs and gobs of cum down her throat. She couldn't swallow all of it. Some of my thick white cum started dripping out from the side of her mouth but like a good girl she kept her mouth wrapped around my cock. When finally I was done and started to get a bit soft she took my cock out of her mouth, cupped by balls, looked up at me, smiled and said:

"Ummm you taste very good."

She scooped all the cum from the side of her lips and licked it all up. She continued to suck my cock preventing it from going limp. At one point she even slid my cock inside her v-neck cleavage an let me feel her warm soft breasts. I started to get hard again. In a few minutes of her sucking, stroking, and fucking my cock with her mouth and tits I was hard as a rock. After a few minutes of sucking I placed my hands on her shoulders, guided her to stand up, kissed her lips and started to take off her shorts. Once the shorts were down and off her I slid my hands around her tiny waist and turned her around to face away from me. I didn't even bother removing the thong. I simply guided her to bend over and rest against the big food rack. Spread her legs wide and moved her thong to one side exposing her puffy pussy lips which were dripping her, her hard clitty and her gorgeous sexy ass crack with dark pink puckered ass hole. Like a mad man I started to lick and suck her pussy, her clitty, her swollen pussy lips and even tight little ass hole. I licked and fingered and sucked on every sexy part of her body while she was bent over with her ass sticking out.

I then got up, spread her legs wider, and shoved my FAT hard thick cock deep inside her tight little pussy. Sliding it all the way up to the hilt and then pulling it out leaving just the swollen head inside her pussy. Since I had just came so much it took me almost half an hour to shoot my 2nd load. I had to grind my crotch into hers, fuck her sideways, upwards, downwards, hard, very very hard, slow, and any other variations that I could think of. I lifted her one leg to the side and fucked her tight pussy that way too. With every angle and with every thrust I made sure to grind her hot hard clit with my swollen head or thick shaft. She came so many times we lost count.

"Oh God fuck me with your fat cock. God its so fucking huge, so fat and so hard. Fuck me. Just ram that monster inside my pussy. I need a good fucking. Please don't stop fucking me. Oh shit yes yes fuck my horny pussy. Just shove that fat fucker inside my pussy please"

After almost 20 minutes of fucking her pussy she said:

"You need to cum soon 'cause I have to get back to work." 

I said "Work your pussy muscles and milk my cock." 

We tried for a few more minutes but she was getting very tired standing in an awkward position. She finally said;

"Just slide that bad boy out of my cunt and put it in my ass. Just fuck my anus. Its very tight. I need you to come inside of me. Cum in my ass hole. Put the fat fucker in my butt quick and Just fuck my tight ass." 

I didn't need to be told twice. I slid my pussy cream-dripping cock out of her pussy, spread her ass cheeks, exposed her anus and shoved my cock up her pink puckered ass deep, hard and up to the hilt. She said:

"Easy baby I am an anal virgin. Be gentle with your fat fucker in my ass please.

This lady was deprived. That did the trick though. Knowing that she was anal virgin made my cock swell up, get thicker, fatter, harder and bigger and I shot the biggest load down her anus. I shot so much cum again some of it leaked out of her anus and slid down into her pussy and onto my balls. All she could do was muffle her screams. I could hear her curse, swear and enjoy my fat cock deep inside her anus. A few minutes after I had came in her ass and she had already came several more times I slid my cock out of her anus. She turned around, looked at me, smiled and got down on her knees to suck my cummy cock clean with her wet tongue. She sucked me dry in no time.

She got up. We both put on our clothes and kissed each other without saying anything. She slowly opened the door and went back to her bar duty. A minute or so later I walked out and went back to my chair at the bar. My buddy was returning from his phone call when we got called for our table. I smiled at her, paid my tab and walked over to our table. Throughout the dinner my friend kept asking me why the fuck I had a stupefied evil grin on my face. All I could tell him:

"Life is Good"

Unexpected Encounter



Let me present myself: I am a 28-year-old man from Europe currently living in Orlando, Florida. I'm a pretty good-looking guy; 6 feet, 180 pounds, and I work out often. I have lived here for 2 and a half years, and I have a good group of friends. Almost every weekend we go out to have a couple of beers and flirt with some girls. Typical guy stuff, you know.

I've been single for a month or so now, so I was really looking forward to this particular weekend-- it had been a while since I got laid. I'd struck out on my last several bar trips, but I was feeling lucky. I went out with my buddies, got a few beers as usual, and started cruising the bar. There weren't as many hot chicks around this time, and the few that were there weren't interested. So I added a couple of shots and soldiered on to the next bar on the itinerary.

Now it was 2 in the morning, and I had nothing to show for it. I was a little drunk and sick of getting shot down so many times, so I decided it was time to give up. I waved to my friends and stumbled out onto the sidewalk, looking for a cab. After a few futile minutes, I realized that I had to take a leak. My place wasn't that far away, but it was too far to walk. I still couldn't catch a cab, and now my bladder was vehemently making its situation known.

This was not my night.

The only thing I could think of was to keep walking and find a bathroom. With my luck, I'd get caught for indecent exposure if I tried to go outside. I hobbled my way down the street, looking for anything that was open, which wasn't much. Finally I spotted another bar-- somehow I'd never seen this one before. No time to wonder how I'd missed it, though. I hurried inside.

It was dark, and I narrowly avoided tripping over a table. As my eyes adjusted, I could see there were only men inside, and they seemed to be checking me out. I remember thinking that they looked too masculine to be gay, and decided that they were simply surprised to see a new face in this crappy place. I asked the bartender where the bathroom was, and he told me-- of course-- that it was customers only. I slapped down the money for a beer, took a sip, and left it on a table on my way to the bathroom.

By now I had to go so badly I thought I might piss my pants, so I took the first urinal I saw, which happened to be right next to another guy. Usually we try to keep at least a two-urinal distance away from each other, but this was an emergency. I undid my pants and let go. What a relief! It was so good that I closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened them, I happened to glance at the guy next to me. His arm was moving. I couldn't stop myself from looking down, and yep, he was masturbating. I felt the color drain from my face and looked quickly away. I hoped I'd finish up soon; I wanted to get the hell out of here. Way too close for... comfort...

I found myself looking at him again, just for a second, and I was beginning to feel something other than discomfort. I was actually starting to feel a little turned on. But I'd never been attracted to men in my life! 

"You can look if you want."

Shit. I jumped a bit at the guy's deep voice.

"No thanks," I mumbled.

By now, thank god, I was done pissing. I put my cock back in my trousers and zipped up, turning to leave. But the guy stopped me.

"Come on. Just look at it and tell me if you've seen a cock this big before." I looked back, against my better judgment, and saw he'd turned toward me.

Too embarrassed to look at his face, I had nowhere to look but down. My eyes grew wide. His cock was cut, a good 8 to 9 inches long, and thick, with a perfectly shaped red tip. I found myself hypnotized by the sight of it, of the guy's hand stroking it. My mouth was dry, my heart was beating hard in my chest and my face was on fire.

"So," he said, a smile playing on his lips, "do you like what you see?"

"Yes." Shit! "I-I mean, no."

"It's okay, we're alone in here. Just tell me what you think."

"It's... It's beautiful." I was beyond confused. Nervous butterflies filled my stomach and my own cock was hard. My brain was fighting to understand what was going on. I was straight, wasn't I? In my mind I was sure of it, but my whole body was attracted by this natural beauty.

"Do you want to touch it?" 

I was about to say no, but my right hand thought otherwise. I touched it gingerly, with just the tips of my fingers and soon after he took my hand, placed it around the shaft and moved it up and down with his. I was stock still, barely breathing, watching my hand move on his cock like it wasn't a part of me... and it felt totally natural for him to abuse my hand like this. 

After a few long moments, I heard him say, "Let's go in here." Together we moved into the handicapped stall, my hand never leaving his cock. After he closed the door, he let go of my hand, but I didn't stop. I continued to stroke him on my own. I knew now that I liked what I was doing, and I was starting to want more.

The next thing I knew, as if I had done it a million times I was down on my knees in front of his cock, kissing it. The taste was strong, a mix of sweat, precum and piss. Finally I put the tip in my mouth and then went farther, taking his cock in as much as I could, until I nearly gagged. I was blowing him like my life depended on it.

The guy's moans were encouraging me to go further, harder and faster. He was touching my head like he was caressing a puppy, I was his bitch; I wanted his juice in my mouth. In the back of my mind, I was freaking out at the situation-- me, the player who loves to dominate women in the bedroom, on my knees in the dirty bathroom of a dirty bar, worshiping this beautiful cock.

After a few minutes, he gripped my head with both hands and started fucking my mouth, the way I would fuck a nice little whore doggystyle. I knew he was about to cum. I had hardly finished the thought when he plunged his dick deep in my mouth, and then I f felt the first splash of hot cum against the back of my throat. Then another, and another, and I was fighting to breathe and swallow at the same time. I managed to swallow some, the rest dribbling out of my mouth and down my chin.

He let go of me, and I pulled back for a breath, trying not to cough. Then I leaned back in and licked his shaft clean like a greedy slut. When I was done I collapsed against the wall, breathing heavily.

The man gave a satisfied sigh. "I knew you were a good cocksucker," he said with a chuckle, putting his cock back in his pants. "Why don't you give me your number so I can call you the next time I need a blow?"

Mechanically, I told him my number. He tapped it into his phone and left without a word.

As I sat there, gathering my thought and trying to slow my heart rate down, the realization of what I'd done dawned on me. The heat of shame lit my face and traveled to every inch of my body, propelling me up and out of the bathroom, out of the bar and down the street, where I finally hailed a cab.

I felt sick all the way home. I thought I might throw up. Instead I brushed my teeth zealously, at least 5 times. But I could still taste the traces of that guy's cock in my mouth. I hardly slept. I almost felt like crying. What was wrong with me? I felt totally lost.

I had sex with a girl 3 days after that experience and enjoyed it as much as I had before. I hooked up with a bunch of girls, trying to reassure myself of my sexuality. And even when I had a good time, I kept flashing back to that bathroom, the man and his cock. But I didn't feel sick about it anymore. Ironically, I got laid more often in a week than I ever had...

And a week was all it took to convince me that I really had liked sucking that guy's cock. Maybe I did like men, or maybe it was just him. I still wasn't sure. And even though he had used me so callously, I found myself hoping that he would call. I wanted to play with his cock again, maybe more.

Well, guess what? He called me.

But that's another story....



Unexpected Encounter



Having forgotten to set my alarm, I was late for work. To make matters worse, traffic was bad and I needed to stop at the petrol station to fill up my car. It was going to be one of those days. There was a long queue at the petrol station and I had to wait quite a long time for my turn. Finally I was on my way!

I rushed into the building and caught the lift just as the door was about to close. It was packed but at the next floor, half the people left and I heaved a sigh of relief. 

I hate crowded lifts and I was going right to the top floor. However my relief was short lived as there was another surge on the next floor. 

I was pushed to the back and was feeling quite annoyed when I thought I could feel a hand on my hips. It was quite insistent and seemed to be working its way to my waist under my jacket. It was too crowded for me to turn around or move away and short of making a scene, there wasn't much I could do. 

By now the hand was caressing my back and to my surprise, I was quite enjoying it! Especially when I felt it pushing under my jacket and touching my right breast, one finger brushing my nipple. 

It was like an electric shock and my nipple immediately hardened. I turned slightly to the right so that my whole breast was cupped in his hand which was squeezing it and pinching my nipple. My sheer silk blouse and unpadded bra was no barrier and I was well and truly turned on by now. 

I pushed myself against his body and felt his hard bulge in the small of my back. The lift reached my floor and I managed to push my way out of it. 

I felt rather than see that there was someone behind me as I walked down the corridor. It was still early and there was no one about, all the offices were quiet. 

He reached out his hand and stopped me as we passed the door to the visitors' room. I opened the door and felt his hands on the small of my back gently pushing me inside. 

The blinds were closed and it was dark in the room. He was close behind me as I walked over to the leather sofa in the middle of the room. I understood that I was not to turn around.

I felt breathless and excited as I felt his body against me, his hands roaming under my jacket, cupping my breasts and squeezing them, fingers pinching the nipples. 

I moaned and arched my back as he bent down to kiss the back of my neck, his hands pulling my blouse out of the skirt waistband. The touch of his hands on my bare skin made me gasp, especially when he undid my bra and squeezed my bare breasts and nipples. 

I reached behind me and touched his hard bulge, rubbing its rigid length and heard his sharp intake of breath. I found the zip and pulled it down and reached inside to find he wasn't wearing any underwear. His thick, hard cock was already oozing pre cum as my fingers stroked it. 

The urgency was mutual as he pushed my skirt up to my waist and bent me over the back of the leather sofa, parting my legs wide. 

I almost screamed as his hand touched my throbbing pussy, my panties already soaking wet. His fingers rubbed it up and down, circling my sensitive clit before he slipped them inside. 

I felt him pull the panties to the side and his hard cock rubbed my pussy over and over again until I felt I couldn't bear it any longer ... I wanted him inside me, pushing into my hot, wet, tightness, filling me up, over and over again. 

At last he did just that! We both gasped as his cock slid into me, all the way to the hilt, before he pulled back, only to push it all the way in, again and again, his hands holding my hips as I pushed back into him, his balls slapping against me. 

It was hard and fast and it wasn't long before we both came, he pulling out and spilling his cum on my bare cheeks. With trembling legs, I collapsed onto the back of the sofa. He wiped my cheeks, pulled my panties into place and pushed down my skirt.  

I heard the door close behind him. I managed to make myself look presentable again and legs still trembling, left the room. The corridor was empty and there was no sign of him. I wasn't sure whether I was disappointed or glad.



Unexpected Encounter



Just starting out, hoping for feedback. If it's good great, but if it's bad then as long as it's respectful, that's okay too.

*****

I truly felt like a fish out of water when it came to travelling, maybe it wasn't so much to being in a different place, it was just the moving around, not being able to do anything which I would consider constructive. I hadn't really wanted to go on this stupid training course but my boss had nagged me persistently to go on this thing, I'm convinced he wanted to send me to do me good, not just do the business good. 

The rooms we were given was plush, big double bed all to myself; but being honest I'd still rather be home. My Xbox on hand, a DVD collection to rival anybody I knew; my sound system and anything I wanted to eat at anytime. It felt like such a chore to do anything. It was late in the evening and I wasn't in much of a party mood after travelling so far. Milton Keynes might be a couple hours drive for some of them but to me it might as well have been to the moon and back again. I might feel a bit more adventurous tomorrow, get my bearings with daylight.

Just as I was about to gulp the last of my coke and ice; trying to at least pretend there was something like Morgan's in it; in the corner of my eye I kept noticing this flash of pink. A woman in a brightly coloured coat turned away from the reception desk looked over in my direction to find the nearest chair, her eyes fixed on one that seemed to be the one next to mine. Actually if she got mine at the very least it would be warm. She seemed to be carrying two huge holdalls which she was clearly struggling with; as she placed down her bags she sat shot a glance at me, making firm eye contact she smiled and made a little nod. 

Expecting her to sit down delicately she just collapsed deep into the chair with her arms flopping out to the side, she was seemingly exhausted; or fed up. Her sandy blond shoulder length hair bounced off the collar of her jacket, her blue eyes looked around the room, seemingly looking for faces, but from the look on her face she didn't find anyone. Once again she looked at me; but then again I was already staring back. I smile again.

'Long trip,' I suddenly said stupidly.

'Feels long.'

Her Scottish accent was very thick, but her voice was soft.

'Going far?' I nodded to her bags.

'Coming back actually, kind of killing two birds with one stone, I was at a wedding. I was supposed to be here yesterday but missed one of my connections.' She loosened the chunky buttons on her jacket and wriggled in the chair to make herself more comfortable. 'Are you here with family?' she asked back.

I made this stupid gesture with my face 'scarily enough I'm here myself. My boss kind of pushed me on one of these product shows. Seems like there's half a dozen going on at the same time.'

'There always is,' she spoke from experience.

I checked my laptop bag at my side, I had the strap looped around one foot, maybe I was just paranoid. When I'd moved I must have shown my name badge, she somehow managed to read it.

'Are you from Parson Electrical's?'

'Yes' I replied. But she already knew the answer.

'I work for Hansons' in Birmingham. We supply you with a lot of goods.'

'I'm from Kendal.'

Her eyes lit up, 'busy little place.'

'Seems to be.' I couldn't think of anything else to say. I looked back at her and tried to think, 'Louisa! isn't it?' I chanced, twirking my head to the side. I wasn't really sure though.

Her eyes lit up again for a moment.

'Jack?' she took her own chance.

I smile back.

'It's nice to put a face to the voice on the other end of the phone,' she remarked.

For some reason I offered out a hand for a handshake like I was living in the sixties, she gently took it and gave it a single shake. Her smile was becoming infectious, my own smile was turning from a defense for being slightly uncomfortable to one that was genuine.

Something suddenly struck her thoughts, she even put her hand over her mouth.

'Oh my god, I'm just remembering, I must have seemed like such a bitch last time we spoke on the phone. God I'm so sorry,' she put her hand out and touched mine ever so gently. I looked down at it. Her bright nail polish glistened in the light. 'I was having such a bad day that day.'

'It happens,' she seemed to be making more of it than what it actually was.

'I'm so sorry,' she again proclaimed. "I'm not normally like that."

'It's okay, everyone has an off day. I've spoken to you often enough. If I have to call I hope it's you, you're better to deal with than Christina. And don't tell him and Alex is an annoying prick, he sounds like one of those call centre people who call you up and try and con you into something."

Her pale cheeks blushed with colour, she gave me a reassuring nod as she tried to hide her giggling. Louisa tried to get over the moment of embarrassment she looked to the door to see a group of people heading out the door.

'Are you heading out on the town?' she asked, nodding toward the group of people. It was impossible to hide the gleeful sound in her voice as she tried to stop herself from smiling.

'I've had a heck of day travelling, I think I'm really just looking for my bed.' I replied softly

'I know how you feel.'

I looked at the key swinging in her hand, she woe it like a ring but I could see she wasn't married.

'506!' I said

She looked at her key. 

'I'm in 499, we can't be far away.'

She seemed to say nothing.

'Would you like a hand' I once again motioned to her bags.'

'I'll manage' she reassured.

'I'm about to head anyway.'

Her smile was so soft, 'a gentlemen,' she said.

We got to out feet and I decided to give her my laptop case so that I could take both her bags. It wasn't so much their weight as their bulk that was the awkward thing. The lifts were busy with large groups of people coming and going so the stairs seemed to be more hassle than their worth. By the time we climbed a couple of flights she was carrying her pink coat and as she went ahead of me to open the doors to the corridors I couldn't help but stare at her bum. The jacket had make her look dumpy, but her figure was nice. 

I felt that having talked to before, even it most of it was just work stuff, I was comfortable with her. We kept talking about random stuff as we walked up the stairs, but everything seemed to lead to relationships; or rather our lack of them. 

As we got to the floor where our rooms were she pushed open one of the double doors and let me carry the bags through. In the bar outside reception all I could seem to smell was the hint of cigarette smoke coming out of everyone's clothes. But now... as I walked past her I could smell the sweet vanilla of her perfume, it was subtle, not so strong as to be sickly. And there was something else that I could smell, something that I liked; but didn't know what it was.

We were almost there, she started fumbling for her key, managing to open the door she stepped inside; it was only once I got in with her bags that she turned on the light. The room was a mirror image of mine, I kind of liked this way better for some reason, maybe the bed seemed to be more like the layout of my room back home.

'Just put the bags down there,' she said softly as she nodded so the wall.

I put them down gently in case there was anything important inside them.

'Thank you so much,' she winced.

'It's okay,' I replied. "It kind of actually feels good to do something physical, too many people seem to be getting lazy, they can't lift anything bigger than their mobile phones.'

Every smile she had given was so genuine, it felt good to make her smile. Louisa threw her coat across a chair and immediately reached down to take of her heels, the first came of easy, but as she struggled with the strap of the second she stumbled, making a small noise as she did so.

Reaching out I tried to stop her from falling, but she fell towards me, I caught by her arm but her breasts pushed against my body. I looked down at where our bodies made contact, being much shorter without here heels she looked up with an embarrassed grin, her head half resting on my chest. She'd caught my eyes in those moments I was staring at her body.

'They are real if that's what you're thinking,' she tried to embarrass me.

'Do you usually use them for attacking people,' I countered. We were both blushing like crazy, I could see the redness in her face and I could feel my own burning. She stepped away and put her fingers through her hair, she exhaled a breath; as she stepped towards me again she stood up on her tiptoes as kissed just to the side of my mouth. The kiss made me take a deep breath, but I didn't want to pull away from her. 

We looked at each other for a moment, I'm not sure if either of us knew what was going on, our hearts were beating, but not out of fear. She reached up to kiss me again, this time on the lips.

It was unlike any kiss I'd ever had, not that there had been that many, at least not compared to some of my friends. Her kiss had been soft and gentle, not rushed.

Louisa pushed her body against mine again, her breasts felt firm, but at the same time soft. Even through all our clothes we could feel each other's warmth. As I looked down at her body I could see the button's on the front of her satin blouse straining. I kept staring at her body, the more I looked at it the more amazing it got, every inch of her was womanly, nothing that anyone should want to change... and I didn't.

I reached to my collar and took off my top, I'd done it because I was hot, it was only once I'd done it occurred to me what she might think. Not meaning to, my T-shirt had been pulled half out the band of my trousers. I kept wanting to apologise, but nothing came out of my mouth. 

Louisa then began to open up the top buttons of her dark blue blouse, two at first. I could see the edge of her white bra, it seemed shiny and satin like the rest of her clothes; and her skin.

Now with her heels off I was the best part of a foot taller than her, I Kissed the top of one of her full cheeks set on her high cheekbones. It made her look like she was smiling all the time, and the short while I'd been around her she did smile.

Thinking I would stop at one kiss, I felt like I was outside of my own body and watched myself kissing down the side of her face; and down her neck. Before I knew where I was I'd found the top of her collar bone, but it was there I stopped.

After looking at me for a few moments she reached out and grabbed the loose part of my T-shirt. Checking my reaction; which there was none; she began to lift it up, but even at full stretch she could only get it so far, I had to pull it totally off.

Blinded for a moment as it's material stretch until it final would pop off, I felt her hands creeping down over my body. Although she had longish nails, which were painted a pink, only a shade darker than her coat had been. All I felt was the softness of her finger tips.

I always considered my body to be average not lean, but not to fat either; some muscle but it wasn't obviously defined. The hair on my body was patchy, some around my nipples, a few hairs on my chest which ran all the way down my body in a single strand, till it encircled my belly button, which was luckily clean. There was another small patch of hair that dropped down from my belly button to below where my trousers and my belt sat. Louisa had run her fingertips all the way down those hairs which were soft, not hard like stubble. Her nails had made a clicking sound as they brushed off my belt buckle, the noise seemed to fill the room.

Having her hands so close to me stirred something in my trousers, it hadn't hardened, but I felt a tightness; and a heat! My heart was beating in my chest, hers must have been as well, but I still wasn't sure it was for the same reason.

In reaching up to take off my T-shirt, her blouse had pulled out of her black pencil skirt. To my eyes her clothes didn't seem comfortable; functional perhaps, it kept her perfect figure trapped like a bodice. Tenderly, I reached around her hips and began to tug her blouse out of the edge of her skirt. Her struggling made me step back a little, but I noticed I was still touching the tops of her hips with my hands, I took only an instant to realised she wasn't struggling from me, but she was undoing the buttons of her blouse. Each of them popped with their own sound that was almost both a pop and a rip. 

As she slipped it back over her shoulder exposing her large breasts to me I was already trying to kick off my shoes with the laces tied tight. I wasn't sure if the laces would be the first to break or if it would be the bones in my foot. 

Within the same heartbeat our bodies embraced each other, our hearts thinking alike. Her warm skin was soothing on my own, her back arched back as he breasts were so big they stopped parts of our bodies touching. Louisa tilted her head back, I leaned my tall body over her and kissed her lips, I could feel the glaze of her lipstick transferring to my own lips, but I didn't care.

Passion had taken both of us, or me at least; my body was telling me what to do, and something told me hers was doing the same. The tops of her hips were beginning to grind against my groin, now I was becoming so stimulated. As it grew within my jeans it was almost beginning to hurt, but I couldn't adjust it's position. The urgency became more apparent with each beat of my heart until the discomfort was almost intolerable.

Louisa noticed the wincing on my face, she looked down and saw it's form; she didn't need to feel it to know that it was there. She delicately flicked out the end of the belt; but with even more gusto she yanked it to the side to clear the pin. As I took a deep breath my body pushed the strap through the buckle, the zip was already spreading open by itself, it too realised the urgency of the situation.

Both of were trying to take my trousers down, as if we couldn't decide who's job it was. By this time however I was beginning to sweat and they were clinging to my skin, they did not want to come away easily. In her exuberance she tapped me with her shoulder, and though not deliberate that small push was enough to put me off balance. 

Before I fell all the way back onto the bed we managed to get my trousers down to my knees. Without delay I strained forward and fully took off my trousers, my socks were loose and without even trying they came off too, as my jeans flung themselves to the floor they landed with a thud.

I found myself sitting there in front of her, her breasts were at my head height, I could have looked at them till the sun came up again. Instead I reached out to her and pulled her close to me, I pulled her so hard she almost landed on top of me. She had been trying to undo her skirt but didn't seem to making much headway, in truth she had only had enough seconds to fill the fingers of one hand.

Finding the seam of the smooth zip I traced it till came the sharpness of the delicate tag, pulling on the zip I found it resisted me. The shape of her hips tried to force it to stay closed, instinctively I tightened the clasp of my arms around her so she couldn't move. The material of her skirt was pushed together just enough for me to dawn the zip downwards.

I needed every inch that the zip could give me, even with the space it had given me I had to pull firmly to slide it down from her hips. There was nothing subtle about the curves of her body, I could name a dozen girls my age, all of them slimmer than Louisa, but there is nothing I would change about her figure. 

Her skin was soft and pale like driven snow, for some a sense of colour would seem healthier, but again the more I explored her body the more I found it to be flawless. As I stared at her my eyes became fixated on her belly button set atop her soft pot belly. A tiny dot somehow made itself clear to me, it seemed to be a healed scar from a piercing, I found myself wishing that whatever had been, was still there. I began to wonder what more secrets I would find.

Between us we could muster three items of clothing, I couldn't imagine my heart could beat any faster, but there was more to come from both of us.

I'm not sure what happened next, if she fell on top of me or if I pulled her towards me, but together we fell onto the bed. The cool satin like sheets contrasted the warm satin softness of her skin. I could feel the underwire of her bra digging into me, but it didn't matter.

We lay looking at each other for a moment, sharing each others warmth, together we calmed our hearts. Still beating far faster than normal, I could at least now feel the rhythm of the engine with my chest. As Louisa lay on top of me her breasts were pushed up towards my face, but we stared in each other's eyes. I had noticed her gentle perfume when our bodies got close, but I was only now I was realising that some of that perfume had been sprayed deep down on her chest. In releasing her breasts she had released a new wave of her scent, the warm of her body thrusting it into the air.

Keeping eye contact she slowly began to crawl up on top of me until she straddled my body, she was more sitting on my ribcage than my groin. 

She slowly reached behind her back and fiddled for only a moment before the definite sound of the 'crack' seemingly filled the room. The straps of her bra went loose but she held her arms in front of her as if considering for a second if she should. As if keeping her promise, her arms dropped to expose her breasts. Despite their size they were firm, the soft pink of her areolas were capped off by her large dark nipples.

Louisa let out a sigh of relief, as if she had been released, it was almost orgasmic in the way she reacted. I stared up at them, I was almost staring straight up. My hands were touching her delicate calves, softly rubbing them. She massaged her breasts, cupping them underneath and rubbing the skin, I could see the patterns of where her bra had been. I watched as she continued to caress them, I could feel myself hardening as I stared at her; but this wasn't some video from the internet, she was sitting on top of me.

Slowly she shuffled back, her breasts swayed gently in front of me. As her body touched my cock, we still both had our underwear on to separate our bodies. Edging over me she sat on top of my groin and pushed my hard cock onto my body, there was something about it that drove me wild. She nestled onto me, feeling me, Louisa smiled.

Gently, Louisa reached down to find my hands which still touched her legs, she griped them and pulled them away. Her hands were soft and gentle, I let her manipulate them and lift them, her thumbs pressed into my palms working them, a contact so intimate and tender. She guide my outstretched hands to her breasts and I let her place them as she wanted, her nipples took the place where her thumbs hand been pressed, as if she was softening them up.

At first my hands just sat there, she took hers away and placed them on my body and gentle stroking my skin. Her stimulation encouraged me to work my own fingers, I was gentle at first but the more she purred with pleasure the firmer I became. Her nipples hardened by the second, I had no idea that a woman's body could react so quickly. I swapped from rubbing and empty palm onto her breasts to squeezing their whole form with my fingers.

'I haven't done this in so long,' she let out with a groan.

'I haven't been with anyone either,' I replied, 'for a while,' I then added hurriedly.

'I wasn't looking for anything either, I don't know what's wrong with me.'

'Sometimes you just connect' I spoke. 'Things just happen.'

'Not to me, not like this,' Louisa said softly.

'You must get a lot of guys throwing themselves at you, not that I did much throwing myself,' once I said it I wasn't sure how she'd react to it.




Unexpected Encounter



'Not the nice guys,'

'How do you know I'm a nice guy!' I prodded.

'It's obvious,' she said simply.

How do I know you're not just a nymphomaniac.'

'Don't make me blush,' she waned with a wry smile. 'Or I'll make you blush back, and you don't have enough blood to do both,' she nestled down onto the bulge of my cock again. She pushed herself so deeply onto me that it was almost uncomfortable.

'The last time I had sex with a guy in his twenties, I was still in my twenties myself.'

I froze for a moment and considered what to say; but I couldn't lie to her, that would make things way more complicated later on.

'I'm twenty,' I said. 'In August.'

Louisa froze.

I took my hands away from her breasts and placed them on the bed, it seemed the right thing to do.

'Oh my god,' she panted concernedly, 'I can't believe you're nineteen.'

'Closer to twenty,' I reminded, 'but yeh.'

'My god, why didn't you say anything,' she said.

'It didn't seem important, you took the lead and what has happening to me felt good. It felt right.'

'But nineteen,' she repeated.

Louisa covered herself up with her arms, but she didn't move.

'How old do you think I am?' she insisted.

I was taken aback, I didn't know how I should reply, whatever number I seemed to pick in my head it seemed to risk being a wrong answer. Too high or too low, both seemed to be as bad as each other.

'Thirties,' I said.

She looked at me

'Late thirties' I added honestly, but sombrely.

'I'm forty three," she said solemnly.

Now my heart started beating with an odd rhythm. Perhaps we were both out of our depth.

'Jesus,' she ran her fingers up through her hair. 'Oh my god,' she added.

I looked at her, then something struck me, a question that I felt needed to be answered.

'How old did you think I was?" I asked. 'Am,' I corrected myself.

She looked at me.

'Twenties,' I reminded her, 'but twenties where?'

When I looked in the mirror every morning, I see a nineteen year old, and couldn't conceive being looked at as anything else.

'Early twenties, she admitted.

Louisa became flustered, perhaps even more flustered than before, I reached to her nervous hands which were shaking. He looked at me and found my eyes staring straight back at hers. This was a huge and unexpected thing for both of us, but all I could think about was her feelings; I didn't want her to feel like this.

'God this is wrong,' she said aloud.

I licked my dry lips before speaking, 'why is it wrong?' I asked. 'It felt right a few minutes ago, it felt right when we smiled at each other on the way up here.'

The way she looked at me changed.

'You're a great guy but...'

'Louisa if you don't want to do this I understand, but I like you. Age never came into it, I could have pulled away; but I didn't. Because I... like ...you. You're open, your fun, you're happy, age won't change that, it's just you. I know it's unlikely that we'll meet like this again; be at the same place; at the same time. Whatever happens tonight, I won't have any regrets in meeting you.'

Louisa was surprised at the tenderness of his words for someone so young, perhaps she thought they were kindred spirits.

'I like you too,' she said, 'and you're not like most guys your age. Actually you're not any guys of any age; but...'

She couldn't say what she was trying to say.

'It's okay,' I spoke softly, 'I understand.'

I pulled myself up the bed a little, and tried to look away from her, knowing that she was still half naked. Seeing that my eyes were averted she drew herself up to the top of the bed, she used the sheets to cover her body. She sat there in silence.

Although I could have moved, or rather should have moved, I stayed where I was, given her space by keeping my eyes averted. She lay still in what seemed to be an awkward posture, she seemed deep in thought. As I prepared to get off the bed, protecting my modesty, more for her benefit than mine.

In the moment I moved I felt her hand touch to my arm, my eyes turned to her and we looked at each other for a moment. Before I could gather my thoughts, Louisa made a dive across the bed and kissed me clumsily on the mouth.

Tonight had more twists and turns than the whole of any relationship I had ever had, but around her even a bad twists didn't seem to be that bad.

'I can't believe I'm about to do this'

'Do what?' I don't think I managed to say those two words; only think them.

'You're right,' she began, 'I do like you, and that should be the only thing that matters. I want it to be like that. And you're right about that we might not meet again. I might have regrets about what's we're about to do, but I know I'll have more regrets if I don't.'

Before I could reply she kissed me again, this time more passionately on the lips, her tongue reached in to touch mine, but it was her lips that did most of the work. But just as quickly as she kissed me she pushed her body off me and onto the body of the bed. It took me a couple of heartbeats to realise she was removing her final piece of clothing. 

A couple of heartbeats later I realised I would have to do the same. Flicking my own body down the bed so that I could remove my boxers. My body had turned away and for a moment I lost sight of her and I couldn't even feel the be move behind my back. When I turned back I half expected this to be some weird dream, that when I'd look across I'd see nothing but an empty bed. But Louisa was there.

She was unashamed of her figure and I looked down over her body to see as strip of hair that was neither long or short. Either side of her landing strip was perfect shaven, or waxed, or something; it was just as perfect as the rest of her. Louisa's eyes looked down my body, she found me to be trimmed and it seemed to please here; but maybe it wasn't the hair that mattered to her.

She touched my body, rubbing her hands over my hips and down my thighs, this gentle stimulation aroused me once again. As she explored my body I allowed myself to touch hers as well, the caressing of each other's skin was just as arousing as touching of our intimate parts themselves.

Touching her breasts I could almost feel the beating of her heart, and as her hand worked up my cock she could tell the rhythm of my pulse. The slow stroke of her hand drew the skin down to my balls and all the way back up to my tip. She knew how to manipulate me to make me harder still.

Tingles began to run through my body, and with those vibrations came a desire. Gently leaning my body to push her onto the bed I slid myself downwards, I began to give my attention to her ample breasts. I kissed them ever so gentle, planting my lips on the body of her breasts, working my way in towards her areolas covered with tiny bumps.

With my tongue I explored them, using the rough of my tongue to rasp them before flicking the tip of my tongue to sooth them with it's soft underside. I had never paid this much attention to the breasts of anyone else I had been with, but Louisa's were so big compared to any of them and they responded to my stimulation. When I came to the nipple I kissed them so gently and gave a tiniest suck that was no more than what a peck on the cheek would be.

...At first.

As I sucked on her nipples they hardened and lengthened, my cock was undergoing a similar experience as she continued to work. As if daring each other, the more I sucked on her, the harder she tugged on my member, and the more I sucked again.

Our bodies continued in this way until we spoke to each other with our eyes; once again it was her who to took control. Letting go of my cock she touched to my body again, with the gentlest of contact she guided my position, lay me on my back in the middle of the double bed. My head slipped between the two pillows and almost locked me in place looking up at her.

Once again she climbed up on top of me, but this time there was no clothing to come between us. Without using her hands she expertly positioned her body and prodded her warm pussy onto my cock. To some this would seem clumsy, but this was teasing; working ever closer to my cock. I could feel her warmth getting ever closer to me until finally her moistness found me and with a slow push she slid herself down onto me as far as she could go.

The slow, deep push, let me feel every inch of her softness as she pushed me inside. Before she withdrew the first time her muscles worked around my shaft, exploring it. This was another feeling that was new to me, there was so much more to making love than what I'd experienced before.

Although our bodies twisted and writhed in a slow rhythmic flow, we never separated our bodies until after the moment of my eruption. It pumped into her with the same beating of my heart, slow and strong. I could feel it's hotness and by her reaction she could feel it as well, her head arched back against the pillow, she didn't groan, but I could hear and almost feel her breath exit her.

After the moment had passed and our bodied final separated, I didn't feel the desire to get up from the bed. With my experienced before I'd always been sober, and it had always been mutual consenting, I'd never been the one to pressure and I'd never let myself be pressured. And yet it always felt like a violation. But here and now I wanted to stay in the bed, even though it was hot and sweaty, I just wanted to stay.



Unexpected Encounter



I got off work at midnight. I was working 3:30 to midnight at a factory that makes electric motors for everything from fans to huge industrial applications. I had to get up for an eight o'clock class at the university the next morning. I was a second semester junior majoring in mechanical engineering and this was a tough math class. I was hungry and I stopped at an all-night diner for a bite to eat. There were about five customers in there and I sat in my usual booth until Florence came by to take my order. I got breakfast just like I always do; three eggs, sausage patties, hash browns and biscuits and gravy. She brought me my glass of milk and stopped to talk a minute.

"Eric, would you mind if I asked you for a favor?" she asked.

"Well, as long as it doesn't require me standing up, I'll do anything," I told her. "Is this a tonight favor or a some other time favor, Flo? You're my Mom's best friend and if I want to stay friendly with her, I better help you out."

"It's a tonight favor," she said. "It isn't for me, Eric. See that girl over there?"

I looked and there was this tiny little slip of a girl sitting in a booth looking out the window. She had this mane of dark blond hair swirling around her until I could hardly see her face but she looked young.

"What about her?" I asked.

"She's been here for two hours and Tony's complaining about her. He's going to kick her out. She's only ordered coffee and I don't know what's wrong with her. She's been crying from time to time and I think she's in trouble. I don't think she has any money and I was hoping you'd buy her something to eat. That way Tony can't kick her out. I'd do it, but Tony's watching me and he'd see me put the money in the till."

"Your boss is an asshole," I told her. "Take her what I'm having. No, don't do that, she might not like it. Get her a couple of cheeseburgers, some fries and a coke. Everybody likes those."

"Thanks, Eric," she said. "Can I tell her you bought it for her?"

"Don't do that, Flo. Just tell her it's on the house."

She went away and I heard her yell in the order. By the time my breakfast was ready the girl's order was ready too and Flo dropped it off at her table on her way to mine. The girl said something to her I couldn't hear and then Flo brought me my food. I saw the girl looking after her and she took a look at me too. I got the impression of huge brown eyes and freckles before she looked at her food and started eating.

Flo gave me a wink and went back behind the counter. I put salt and pepper on my food and began to eat. I was concentrating on eating when a shadow fell across the table. I looked up and that girl was sliding into the booth across from me. She had her plate and her coke and God she was gorgeous. She was obviously very young and her eyes were all red from crying. She looked at me and I just stared back. Those eyes were big enough to drown in. She had a little button nose and full, puffy lips that were made for kissing. She was thin, but she had something going on under that t-shirt that made it hard to look at her face. Her boobs probably weren't that big, but on that tiny frame they looked huge.

"Thanks," she said.

I wanted to hear her talk more. Her little voice was husky and low, sounding like wine, smoke and old jazz.

"Thanks for what?" I asked.

"Thanks for buying me some food," she said. "I was starving. I didn't have the money to buy food and I think the owner was just about to throw me out."

"It wasn't me," I told her.

"Bullshit," she said. "The waitress told me. I'm grateful; I'm not busting your chops."

"Flo has a big mouth," I said. "You're welcome though."

"She didn't really tell me, but I got you. So, the next question is why? Why did you buy me food?"

"You looked hungry and I had the money," I told her.

"Do you want something from me?" she asked.

"Yes, I want you to eat it," I told her.

"See that fat trucker over there," she said. "I was working up my nerve to ask him to help me. I'm glad I don't have to do that."

"What did you need help with?" I asked.

"Well, it's 27 degrees out there, I'm broke and I think I'll freeze to death tonight unless someone helps me," she said.

"Jesus Christ! How did you get in this fix?" I asked.

"I lived about five miles from here," she explained. "This afternoon, I came home from school and told my Dad I'm pregnant. He grabbed me by the hair, dragged me to the front door and threw me out on the lawn. He told me I'm a slut and to never show my face again."

"Can't you go to your boyfriend's house?" I asked.

"I don't have one," she said. "I told him at school today and he dumped me."

"You had a bad day, kid. I'm very sorry. Are you really pregnant?"

"Yes, I made a bad mistake. I'm not a slut, Mr... Mr... "

"I'm sorry, I'm Eric Brand," I held out my hand.

"I'm Pennelope Ring," she shook my hand. "Do you live around here, Mr. Brand?"

"About ten miles away. I work down at Brisco," I told her. "I go to school at the University."

"Well, you seem like a nice guy that won't hurt me. I'll make you the same offer I was going to have to make that truck driver. If you'll give me a place to stay, just for tonight, I'll be very nice to you," I saw a tear squeeze out and run down her cheek.

"I thought you said you weren't... never mind, Miss Ring. Let me think about it."

I saw her stiffen up as I was about to remind her she wasn't a slut and I was glad I shut that remark down. More tears rolled down those little brown cheeks and she was breaking my heart.

"Okay, here's the deal," I told her. "You finish that food, I'll get the check and you can come home with me. You're going to be nice to me, but not like that. I don't ever want to hear that again. You're not a slut. That's what you told me and I'm holding you to it. I'll put you up and you can get a good night's sleep. I have an eight o'clock class in the morning that I can't miss. I'll skip the rest of the day and we'll talk and decide what to do. Is that okay?"

She nodded and finished her second cheeseburger and the fries. We got her a coke to go and she went out with her hand in mine. When we got to the car she squeaked a little.

"Is this your car?"

"Yes, do you like it?" I asked.

"I love it," she breathed. "What is it?"

It's a Charger Hellcat," I told her.

"It looks fast. This is going to be fun," she said.

I oPenned her door and put her in. She buckled up and I went around and got in. When we got to the entrance ramp to the freeway I oPenned it up and we were doing 85 when we merged. The 700 horsepower from that supercharged hemi had her pinned to her seat and she was wide-eyed and laughing. She was giddy with excitement and she looked like a vision, giggling and clutching the armrest.

"Oh, my God; that was like being shot out of a cannon! Do you mind if I play the stereo?" she asked.

"My iPod is down there somewhere." I fished around in her floorboard and she stiffened up when my arm rubbed against her thigh. I took it away and she relaxed.

"Pennelope, you're safe with me," I told her. "I won't hurt you or molest you. You're going to find out you can trust me."

She looked up at me with those big brown eyes full of tears. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm very grateful."

"How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm seventeen," she said. "Does it matter?"

"No, but I don't have sex with underage girls," I told her. "You're safe. Just relax."

"Okay." She reached down and found my iPod. She put it on the stand and dialed up a song by Big Data called "Dangerous." The heavy bass beat throbbed and she laid her head back against the leather and closed her eyes. When I pulled into the garage she oPenned her eyes.

"We're home," I said.

We got out and I showed her around. My house is one of those log types and the inside looks the same. There's one bedroom downstairs and three upstairs. One is in a big loft area and I gave her that one. It oPenns out over the living room and there's a bathroom next door. I located her a toothbrush and showed her where soap and towels were.

"I'm sorry, Pennelope, but I'm out on my feet," I told her. "If you're hungry or thirsty there's stuff in the kitchen and you can have anything you want. I'm sleeping right under you and if you need anything just knock."

She came and threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug. Her head came up under my chin and she stood on tiptoes to kiss my cheek.

"Thank you, Eric," she said. "I promise I'll find some way to make this up to you."

I patted her and went downstairs. I took a shower and crawled in bed. I heard her come downstairs and the refrigerator door oPenn as I drifted off. When I woke up there was a delicious smell in the house. She was cooking breakfast and she fed me bacon and eggs. We talked for a few minutes over coffee and I had to go.

"Eric, do you have anything that I might be able to wear?" she asked. "I only have the clothes I had on last night. They're dirty and I don't want to put them back on."

I showed her the washer and dryer and told her to go through my closets. I was going to have to come up with something different though. She was just too little to wear much of my stuff.

I aced my test that morning and took the rest of the day off. I called in to work and told them I had some personal stuff to take care of. I had 12 days coming and they didn't give me any grief. When I got home she had found a pair of board shorts with a drawstring and a University sweatshirt. It swallowed her up but she looked as cute as a button in it. She said she was pregnant but it didn't show. It must be very early. She made us roast beef sandwiches and we ate chips and drank apple juice. I lit the fireplace and we talked.

She was one of four children, the oldest, and she had two little brothers and a sister was the baby. Her Mom had passed away two years earlier from breast cancer and her Dad drank. They were strict Catholics and the whole pregnant before she was married thing was a huge no-no. That also precluded an abortion and she was determined to have the baby.

"I did something wrong. It was a huge mistake," she said. "I'm not going to make another by killing a baby."

I figured that was her choice to make so I didn't offer any comment.

"What about your baby's dad?" I asked her. "Are you sure there's nothing there?"

"Yes, he's a tool," she said. "I knew it when I went out with him. There was just something about him that I couldn't say no to. I wanted to, but he kept pressing me until I just let him do it." She was crying now and I pulled her over against me and hugged her.

She sobbed for a minute and I got her some tissues. "It was really bad and painful," she sniffed. "He was just the most popular guy in my class and all the girls were so jealous. I knew he slept with a bunch of the other girls in our class, but I just fooled myself into believing that it would be different with me. I'm so stupid and now I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm in big trouble, Eric. I would have had to fuck some greasy guy last night to keep from freezing if you hadn't come along. I'm just that desperate. What do you think I should do?"

"Well, I don't know enough about it to tell you," I said. "I know some things we should do. I think I should go and talk to your dad, for one thing. He might be regretting what he did. I think we should take you to a doctor and make sure you and the baby are following some kind of plan so you'll both be healthy. I think you should be going to school. There's only a month left and it would be a shame to quit in your junior year when you're almost through. You'll have the baby this summer and go back and finish after it's born."

"How will I do that?" she asked. "I think I need to get a job. I have three dollars in my pocket. My baby is going to need things. Where will I live? Oh, my God, I don't know what I'm going to do!" She began to sob again and I just couldn't stand it. This gorgeous little waif was heartbreaking. Right then, my life changed and it was never the same. I was going to take care of her. There was no way she deserved any of this. Being young and stupid shouldn't have consequences like this.

"Penn, do you think you might like to stay here with me?" I asked her. "If we can't talk some sense into your father, would you stay here?"

She looked up at me, her eyes full of tears. "Why would you do that?" she asked.

"Call it an investment," I said. "I think you're going to be someone special, Penn. I'm willing to take that chance. I'd like for you to meet my Mom. She's pretty special too. She raised me by herself. My Dad cheated on her several times and finally an irate husband beat him to death in a sleazy motel room when I was four. She taught me that if you have a chance to help someone you should. You'll never regret being kind to people. That's what she taught me and I try to live that way. You need help and I have the ability to help you. I'll do it if you'll let me."

She laid her head against my chest and closed her eyes for a minute. I saw her lips moving and she seemed to be praying. When she was done, she looked up at me. "I've never met anyone like you," she said. "I can't believe I got so lucky. I think someone was watching over me. I promise you'll never regret helping me, Eric. I'm going to be so grateful that you won't ever have a minute when you're sorry you helped me. I think I should forget about school though. I need a job."

"No, that's one of the conditions of me helping you," I told her. "You're going to go to school and you're going to do well. I'll get you a job after school until your due date is close. I'm kind of a big deal where I work. I'll get you a job there. It will be decent money and I'll get you on the insurance so you won't have to worry about that. My company has big plans for me after I graduate and they'll bend over backward to keep me. I'm going to go over and talk to your Dad. Will you go and stay in the car?"

She was as nervous as hell about it, but when we pulled up where she had lived, I just patted her and told her to stay put. I went up and pushed the bell but nothing happened. Evidently, it was broken. I beat on the sagging screen door and after a few minutes, a large, hairy man answered it.

"Mr. Ring?" I asked.

"Who wants to know?" he growled.

"Sir, my name is Eric Brand," I told him. "Do you know what the temperature was last night?"

"It was cold,"

"Do you know that your daughter could have frozen to death?" I asked. "I think if I talked to the police they might be a little upset with what you did. I think they might even arrest you for child endangerment."

"That whore is no child of mine," he blustered. "She'll be plenty warm rotting in hell with her whore friends!"

"No, she's going to be just fine," I told him. "You're a real ass though. I made a mistake coming here. She's better off getting away from you. I just feel sorry for your other kids. Any time you want to get rid of them, have them call their sister. The way your breath smells, maybe you already have cirrhosis. You should have your liver checked."

I turned and walked down the sidewalk toward the car. The bastard actually made a big mistake then. He came out on the porch, grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around. "You did make a mistake coming here," he snarled. "Did you bring the whore with you? Maybe she'd like to watch me beat your ass."

I buried my fist in his big, soft gut up to the wrist. All that foul breath exploded out in a rush. I eased him down to his knees and he doubled over and puked. I patted his shoulder. "You should be more polite," I told him. "You're setting a bad example. Some kid might hear you. Now you clean up that mess and think about your sins; if I hear that you've been talking nasty around the other kids like that, I'll come back. I won't be so gentle next time."

I left him there and we drove away. Penelope was looking at me with something like worship in her eyes.

"I can't believe you did that," she said. "He's twice your size. I've always been scared to death of him."

"Well, he should watch his language," I told her. "Not everyone is afraid of him. I suppose he can terrorize 100 pound girls, but grown men don't like to be talked to like that."

I drove along for twenty minutes and we didn't say anything. She got the iPod and played Thin Lizzy. It was "Black Rose." It's my favorite song by them.

"Do you know Thin Lizzie?" I asked her.

"No, but I liked the name," she said. "I really like this song too. Where are we going, Eric?"

"We're going to the mall," I told her. "You need clothes and stuff."

"We could just go to the thrift store," she said. "That's where Dad always takes us."

"I don't mind the thrift store," I told her. "The problem is that you need everything and we won't find a tenth of the stuff you need there. I'm pretty dubious about buying underwear there anyway."

She laughed. "I've never bought underwear there. I get that at Walmart."

"That's okay too, but I don't want to shop all day. We can get everything at the Mall."

To my dismay, we spent all day shopping anyway. All that stuff packed the trunk pretty good and we had to go to Walmart anyway to get stuff. I never realized that girls take so much different stuff than men do. She seemed to think my toiletries were defective. I just use a bar of soap or shower gel for everything, but she needed stuff like cream rinse, moisturizer, body spray and all kinds of combs and brushes. I dreaded getting my credit card bill. I blew off school the next day and we went to the doctor. Patricia is a friend of Mom's and she agreed to see Penelope over her lunch hour so she could get in. She thought she was as healthy as a horse and the baby was coming along nicely. She gave us a list of things that Penelope should do and eat and got her some prescriptions for prenatal vitamins and things. We got her set up with appointments and I took her to see Mom.

I could tell that she was as nervous as hell. Her legs were bouncing and she squirmed like a worm on a sidewalk all the way over. When we pulled up in Mom's driveway, she froze. She grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go.

"I can't," she started to cry. "She'll probably think I'm a slut and she'll hate me. Please don't make me go in, Eric."

"Nonsense!" I told her. "She'll love you the minute she sets eyes on you. She's really sweet and kind, Penn. I love her with all my heart. You don't have to go in, but I just want you to give her a chance. Will you try?"

She wiped her eyes and nodded. I went around and opened her door and she got out. I thought she was going to squeeze my hand off when I rang the bell. Mom answered the door and Penelope hid behind me. Mom is a tall, willowy redhead. She's put on a little weight over the last twenty years but she's still one of the world's ten most beautiful women. She has a heart to match and she threw herself on me and kissed me.

She looked over my shoulder at Penelope and she could tell right away the kid was scared to death. She pushed me out of the way and took Penn's hand away from me and hugged her like they were best friends.

"Penelope, this is my Mom," I told her. "Her name is Mary and she's my best friend. Mom, this is Penn. I told you how we met. Please be kind to her, okay?"

"Of course, Eric; it would be awful to do anything else. Come in here, honey. I made a pie today and I'll feed you. Pregnant girls are well known for liking ice cream. I'll heat up the pie and we'll have ice cream on it. If you want pickles I have some of those too."

Penn laughed. "Thanks, Mrs. Brand. I'm not craving pickles though. The pie and ice cream sound good though. What kind of pie is it?"

"Apple," Mom told her. "I love a good apple pie. It's Eric's favorite."

We sat and ate pie and got acquainted. Penn warmed up to Mom right away and Mom is warm to everyone. "You know what would be good?" Penn said. "A hunk of cheddar cheese."




Unexpected Encounter



Mom laughed. "I love that too, Penn." She got a block out of the refrigerator and broke it into three pieces. We nibbled on it and talked. Mom was a little uneasy with Penn staying with me. She asked her if she wouldn't rather stay with her. I felt Penn immediately tense up and squeeze up against me. Mom saw what was happening and she came around and hugged her.

"I wouldn't dream of taking him away from you if that's what you need," she kissed her. "I'm sorry, honey; I just thought you might be more comfortable here. I know I'd love the company."

"Thanks, Mrs. Brand; but I want to stay with Eric," she said.

"Please don't call me that," Mom told her. "My name is Mary. Mrs. Brand sounds so old."

I think they fell in love with one another that night. We stayed for an hour and a half and I took Penn home. I went to work and when I got home she was asleep, curled up like a kitten on the sofa in front of the fireplace. I woke her up and she told me she wanted to go back to school the next day. She didn't want to go to bed before I got home. I scolded her a little.

"I don't get much sleep these days and I don't need as much as some people," I told her. "You're pregnant, Penn, and you need to rest. Don't you stay up like this again."

I was wasting my breath. She was always asleep when I got home but she never went to bed until I got there. Sometimes she'd be lying there with a book open on her stomach and papers scattered all around, but she refused to go to bed until I got home. I have a Dodge truck with the hemi in it and she drove it to school when the weather was bad. It's four wheel drive and I felt like she was safer in it. When the weather was good she drove the Hellcat and I drove the truck. I got her a little job working from three to five for my boss in his office. He loved her right away and she seemed to be a good worker. We got her on our health plan and she didn't have to worry about that any more. By the time school was out she was growing a little tummy. I don't think she gained more than ten pounds the whole time she was pregnant. She ate like a horse and I think her hair grew a foot. It was below her butt and it looked amazing. She brought her report card home the last day of school and it was great. She had all A's except for one. She had a C in Anatomy and Physiology and she apologized to me.

"I promise I'll work harder next year," she said. "I hate those kinds of classes where you just have to memorize all that stuff. I can do better and I will."

"Hey, you can't be good at everything," I told her. "You don't have to apologize to me, Penn. If you're disappointed in yourself or happy with yourself, that's all that matters. I know it's been a tough year."

We spent every available minute together. As her tummy started to grow she made me rub it with lotion so she wouldn't get stretch marks. I rubbed her feet and ankles too. They were swelling a little and she loved me rubbing them. Her boobs were growing too. They became even more noticeable and that was saying a lot.

She was four weeks away from her due date when she waddled into the garage. We had been taking classes on birth and parenting and we sort of knew what to expect. We kept bags packed and she was carrying them. She kicked my foot that was sticking out from under the truck where I was changing the oil. I rolled out and saw her face.

"My water just broke, Eric," she said calmly. "I think I need to go to the hospital."

We were there in ten minutes and in another ten, she was in a birthing room. She was starting to feel it pretty hard and I asked about drugs. The nurse was one of those militant "natural childbirth" types and she looked at me sternly.

"The anesthesiologist might not get here in time," she said. "Women have been doing this without drugs for thousands of years.

"Well, you go and look for him," I told her. "Nobody gets an award for enduring the most pain and a lot of those women died. Doctors didn't wash their hands either for thousands of years. If he isn't here in five minutes I'm going to find him and squeeze his nuts to see if he likes pain."

She huffed off and Penn and the other nurse died laughing. She didn't laugh for long. She started having contractions and I thought she was going to break my hand. The anesthesiologist made it in four minutes and he gave her an epidural. The pain went away and we enjoyed the birth of the most beautiful baby girl I've ever seen. They let me cut her cord.

"What's her name?" the Obstetrician asked.

"Abigale Erica," Penn told him.

They filled out the birth certificate and gave it to me. I looked at it; more than a little confused. "You need to sign it," the nurse told me. "You're her father."

I looked at Penn. She nodded. "Please," she mouthed to me.

I noticed that the name was Abigale Erica Brand. I got a big lump in my throat. I felt like I was going to choke. Tears were filling my eyes and I could hardly see. I took the pen and signed my name and Penn held out her hand. I gave her the certificate and she signed it too. The doctor signed and that was it. Abby was my daughter. The nurse held her out to me and I could see her bright blue eyes looking up at me. I took her in my arms and one little hand grabbed my finger and held on. I know it's just a reflex, but that one motion stole my heart and I never got it back.

They let us go home two days later and Abby gurgled in her little car seat in the back. Penn sat in the back with her and I drove carefully home. Our lives were chaos for the first month. I was out of school for the summer and it was a good thing. We made one of the bedrooms upstairs into a nursery and I moved up into the other one so Abby was between Penn and me We took turns getting up with her. Penn breast-fed her for a while until school started again. Mom came over and took care of her when we were at school and you have never seen a more devoted grandmother. She wouldn't hear of putting her in day care and she loved taking care of her. When Penn and I got home from school Mom went home and we spent the rest of the evening spoiling her rotten until I had to go to work. I'm surprised she ever learned to walk the way we carried her around. We both had homework to do and it was grueling trying to fit everything into twenty-four hours. It's a good thing I don't need a lot of sleep. Penn does, but still she never went to bed until I got home. I'd been promoted three times and I was now working in the engineering department. It was even more demanding than production had been and I was feeling pretty stressed.

Penn was doing okay and she had started talking to her siblings on the phone. She saw them at school and they told her that their father was drunk all the time. By the time we both graduated, Abby was walking and starting to talk a little. I was sitting on the sofa one day trying to study while holding her and keeping her entertained. Penn was doing homework too and all of a sudden Abby pulled her pacifier out of her mouth. She looked up at me and said, "Da-da." I didn't quite catch it and I just kissed her absently. She said it again; "Da-da."

I looked over at Penn and she was crying. "Did you hear that?" she asked.

"I think so," I told her. "I think she just called me 'Da-da' to get my attention. It's her first word, Penn!"

I squeezed that perfect little angel up against me and she cooed. "Da-da."

Penn came over and put her arms around us. Abby looked at her. "Ma," she said.

We laughed and cried until it upset Abby and we had to calm her down again. She picked up words after that the way a vacuum cleaner picks up dust bunnies. By the time Penn's nineteenth birthday came around, she knew "Gra" too and she could name a lot of objects around the house and in her books.

I took Penn out for her birthday and Mom kept Abby. I took her to her favorite restaurant. It's a local place and they have really good food. We got a booth and Penn made me sit with her. She held my hand until I could hardly eat. She was sitting very close and I could feel how warm she was against me. She just kept staring at me and I started getting a little uncomfortable.

"Is something wrong, Penn?" I finally asked her.

"No, everything's so right," she said. "I can't begin to tell you how right everything is. Eric, did you know that we've been together almost two years?"

"No, I didn't know that. It seem like twenty years to me," I told her.

"You big lunk," she punched me.

"I'm serious, Penn. It's hard for me to remember when we weren't together. So much has happened it makes the rest of my life seem like a few minutes."

"That's so sweet," she said. "Are you sorry, Eric?"

"Sorry about what? Sorry that the most gorgeous girl in the world lives with me? Sorry that the sweetest person I know waits up for me on the sofa every night? Sorry that I have a little girl that calls me Dad? Am I insane?"

"Well, you don't have a girlfriend. You haven't been on a date since we've been together. Are you lonely?"

"I don't have time for that," I told her. "I don't have time to date either and I'm not interested in it anyway. I thought I was on a date now."

"You mean, with me?" she asked.

"Do you see anyone else here?"

"Eric, do you think I'm pretty?" she asked.

"You're the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen," I told her.

"Why haven't you made love to me then?" she asked.

I nearly choked on my water. I sputtered around while she laughed at me. "Jesus Christ, Penn. What kind of a question is that? I didn't know you would be interested... I was afraid... you were so young and I promised..." I stammered like an idiot.

"I've been trying to seduce you for a year," she told me. "I rub my tits on you; I kiss you all the time. I run around the house in next to nothing and my pussy is wet every time you touch me. I rub myself off every night thinking about you. I'm beginning to think you're gay."

She rubbed one of those hard little boobs against my arm and it looked like her nipple was about to shred her shirt. My cock was as hard as iron and I felt her hand slide up my leg onto my crotch.

"Ooh, I guess you're not gay," she said.

"No I'm not, and stop that," I held her hand. "Someone is going to see us. What are you doing, Penn? Are you trying to drive me crazy? I noticed all that stuff. I just thought you were comfortable with me. I've spent a long time trying to show you you could trust me. I wasn't going to screw that up by perving on you."

"I'm trying to tell you I love you, Eric. I've loved you since the day you took me to see Dad. I'm in love with you. I want to be your girl. If you don't love me, I'm going to move in with Mary. It's going to be too hard for me to be around you any more. I've been dying inside trying to get you to notice me. I can't stand it anymore. I need to know if there's a chance for me. I'll always let you have our daughter whenever you want to, but if you don't love me, I need to move on and so do you."

Her eyes were starting to well up with tears and I took her cheeks between my hands and looked in her eyes. I kissed her and it went on for a long time. Someone cleared their throat and when I looked up our waiter was standing there.

"I love her," I told him. "She loves me too."

He got a big smile on his face. "Did you just find out?" he asked.

"Yes, I knew she really liked me. I was afraid I was in the friend zone."

He went away and came back with two pieces of cake. "Congratulations," he said. "The cake is on me. I thought you two were married when you came in here."

He left the check and went away. I looked back at Penn and she was glowing. She took my arm and rested her head on my shoulder.

"I'm so happy, Eric," she said. "I may burst!"

On the way home, she took off her seat belt and crawled across me. She leaned her back against the door and sat on my lap with her arms around my neck. "Don't have a wreck," she said.

"I may," I told her. "I'm having a hard time concentrating with a little gypsy on my lap."

She didn't get off when we got home and I carried her inside. Mom's face lit up like a light bulb when she saw us.

"He loves me," Penn told her.

"I knew it," Mom said. "See, he just needed a little push."

"You two planned this!" I exclaimed. "My own mother is scheming around."

Mom snorted. "Well, someone had to take some initiative around here. You two were just going to dance around the rest of my life. I want more grandkids before I'm eighty!"

"We'll get started right away," Penn giggled. "Is Abby asleep?"

"Yep, and I'm gone." She got her purse and left.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked Penn.

"You take me to bed," she said.

I carried her to the stairs and set her down. She wiggled her butt all the way up the stairs in front of me and it was a sight to wake the dead. Her perfect little ass jiggled under her jeans and I had to give it a squeeze. She gave a soft little squeal and ran the rest of the way up. We melted together and I couldn't get enough of those luscious little lips. We fell on the bed and she climbed on top of me. She unbuttoned my shirt and spread it out before kissing all over my chest and belly. I started undoing her shirt and she sat up and let me. It fell away and she undid her bra. Those breasts sprang out. They were everything I had imagined. They weren't really that big, but she was very small and they sat so high and proud that they looked big. I had seen glimpses when she was nursing Abby but this was Penelope in all her glory. She had a lot of glory too. I pushed the shirt and her bra off and she lay on top of me. Her nipples were sweet and brown and they were poking holes in my chest. They were hard enough to shatter and she scraped them across mine.

My hands slid up and down that beautiful back and she felt like silk under my fingers. I slid my hands down and felt the explosion of her hips and waist. Her hips weren't wide but her waist was tiny and there was a dramatic curve there. I felt her unbutton her jeans and I slid my hands inside and up over that fantastic ass. She was getting impatient and she wiggled around until she kicked them off. Her panties went too and I rolled on top of her. I shucked out of my pants and boxers and looked at her. I froze. She looked so good it hurt. She just had a few little blonde curls down there and she kept them trimmed. I could see her skin through them and her little pussy was bare and pink. I wanted, no I needed, to taste it. As I got close I could smell her; a mixture of soap and horny girl. She was shy about letting me in there but I pushed her legs apart and there it was. I couldn't get enough. I lapped and sucked and nibbled and she went off like a bomb. She thrashed around until I couldn't keep up with her any longer. She pulled on my hair and I nibbled my way back up until I could claim her lips again.

She tried to push her tongue down my throat. "Damn, Eric; were you trying to kill me?" she gasped. "That was so amazing! I've never felt anything like that in my life. No one has ever done that to me. I thought it was good rubbing myself off, but it's nothing like that."

"I want to watch you rub yourself off," I told her.

"You're a nasty boy," she giggled. "Do you want to fuck me now, or do you want me to do that to you first?"

"I don't want to fuck you, I want to make love to you," I told her.

"Okay, but I'm doing that before the night is over," she warned me.

I moved up over her until I could feel all that hot moistness against my cock. She was very wet and the head of my cock slipped in easily. She gasped.

"Easy, Eric, it's been a long time since anything's been in there."

I took my time and before long, I was inside the tightest, hottest pussy I've ever felt. After giving birth, I didn't expect it to be that tight, but it was. The hotness was just Penn. She always felt like she had a fever when she touched me and this felt scalding! I started to move and she moved right back. It was slow and sweet as honey for a while and she had a small orgasm. I wasn't going to last long. Being inside this amazing woman I was so in love with was driving me to the edge if we hadn't moved. We were moving and the friction was exquisite. She was climbing the hill again and I took her hand and put it between us to hurry her along. She rubbed her clit and I plunged in until we both exploded together. She writhed and moaned like she was dying and I heard a male voice too. I realized it was me, and I pumped her full of cum.

My cock never went soft and I slowed down for a while, just cruising until I felt her begin to tremble again. I rose up on my arms and pounded her. She was gasping and moaning again and when we came this time, she let out a little shriek at the pinnacle. We collapsed together and I heard the pitter-patter of little feet going down the hall to my room.

"Daddy, whe ah wu?" Abby called.

"In here in Mommy's bed, baby," I called.

She came in and stood by the bed. "I hud something," she said. "Why ah you quishing Mommy?"

"We're just playing, baby," Penn told her. "I'm sorry we woke you up. Do you want to go back to bed or get in with us?"

She climbed in in her little white nightgown and we collapsed, giggling like school kids.

She giggled too, just joy at being with us and I climbed over her. We squished her between us and fell asleep. I was having an amazing dream. An angel was sucking my cock and it felt so good I was about to cum. When I opened my eyes it was true. Penn was bobbing up and down, nearly sucking the skin off my cock. She stopped when she saw I was awake and held her fingers to her lips.

"I put her back in her bed," she whispered. "Don't make any noise."

She was the one that wound up making the noise as I mounted her from behind, straddling her legs and giving her everything I had. Her moans and cries would have woken a cemetery when she came and I was right along with her. Amazingly, Abby didn't wake up at all. We showered together and wound up back in bed and I fucked her again.

"Jesus, Eric, you're killing me," she whispered as we held each other. "I love it. I never knew it could be like this. It was just painful the first times. I thought I must just be frigid. I know now. It just takes the right guy. You're the guy for me. There won't ever be anyone else."

We fucked like bunnies for the next six months. I fucked her in every room in the house and in the garage too. We fucked two or three times a day and it really wasn't a surprise to me when she came and sat in my lap one evening.

"Eric, I'm pregnant again," she told me.

I had been waiting for this moment. "Hold that thought," I said. I went out to the garage and unlocked the bottom drawer of my toolbox. I got out the little box and went back in. I knelt on the floor in front of her and her mouth fell open.

"Penelope, will you make an honest man out of me?" I asked her. "Will you marry me?" I opened the box and she squealed like she'd been stabbed. I took the ring out and slipped it on her finger.

She threw herself on me, sobbing and giggling at the same time. "Nothing would make me happier," she said. "Yes, yes, yes, I'll marry you. I've wanted to forever. I'll love you forever."

She did too, but that's another story.



Unexpected Encounter



"Well if this isn't the mother of coincidences!" I exclaimed when I saw Michelle at the shoe store. Michelle was an exquisite lady 8 years my senior. We had become intimately acquainted some 10 years past during a brief affair when we worked together at a department store. Looking surprised and a bit off guard, Michelle paused momentarily as her recognition returned. 

"John Anderson. I never thought I'd see you again. What brings you back to these parts?"

I gave pause for a moment slowly taking in the beauty before me. Michelle's tight cupped breasts were expertly highlighted by the fuzzy purple sweater pulled tight and tucked into her knee-length black skirt. She still had her ample ass connected to her slender waist. Hour glass could not be more perfectly described. She was eight inches shorter than me, but kept her long curly bleached hair in the '80's style bun that added a few inches to her appearance. Feigning impatience, she crossed her arms in mock annoyance. 

"Me. Oh I moved back about a year ago." I replied while gathering my thoughts. "Yankee livin' isn't all it's cut out to be. How 'bout you? Still workin' retail I see."

"Yeah. I've worked my way up the ranks." she acknowledged, pointing at her manager name tag. "Once they hook ya in, they never let ya out. Natalie, my daughter, just got her driver's permit. Tony and I bought a house awhile back. He's still an asshole. We're still married. Nothing much happenin' with me right now. You?"

"Cushy job. No baggage. Lookin' to readjust to southern living" I cajoled. "I must say, you are just as beautiful as I remember you and twice as tasty." Michelle tossed me a perplexed look, but didn't ask. We made small talk for a spell while she helped me find a decent pair of loafers. 

"You're a big fella. Could you give me a hand with something in the back?" Michelle asked as we made our way to the counter. Having no important plans, I agreed and followed Michelle towards the back room. Along the way, Michelle stopped by the other clerk, Dana, to tell her to watch the store. She'd be back in a little while. Following Michelle into the supply room, I could see where I might be of assistance to the vertically challenged. Looking up for the impending heavy load, I let Michelle get a couple of steps ahead and she disappeared into what must have been her office.

When I rounded the door behind her, I was choked up by the view. Michelle was kneeling on her desk with her skirt pulled onto her back revealing her gorgeous ass. She wore a pink thong which disappeared into her ass crack at the base of her back then reappeared as a neon shroud straining to conceal her swollen pussy lips. 

Looking over her shoulder, Michelle's eyes fell hungrily upon the bulge in my pants. "It's been a while since I've been serviced" she cooed. Mesmerized by her gorgeous ass, I quickly approached her and pulled her panties to one side. Her pussy lips were definitely swollen and a glimmer of moisture was creeping through the split. I parted her lips with my tongue and savored Michelle's sweet sticky juices. 

Michelle responded by arching her back, pressing her stomach toward the desktop. This further pushed her pussy lips out to meet my waiting tongue. I shoved a thumb into her pussy. With my other hand, I spread and stretched those pussy lips to pull the skin around her clit taunt. I continued licking and thumbing her pussy for a few minutes until she could barely stay on the table.

"Oh yeah. That feels sooo good. I love the way you eat my pussy." Michelle moaned. Reaching back with one hand and grabbing her ass, Michelle pulled her cheeks apart revealing her lovely asshole. Her asshole was slightly puckered with an open hole just the size for a wandering finger. 

"My pussy's fine with your tongue. Why don't you put that thumb to better use?" Michelle suggested with a glazed look in her eyes. Michelle's ass was one of her fruits that I hadn't tasted during our original fling. A fruit I had ached to reap since running into her today. I promptly inserted my thumb, slick with pussy juice, into her asshole. Feeling little resistance I shoved my thumb up her ass as far as it would go. I got a rhythm going with my thumb and matched it with my tongue flicking across her clit. I released my other hand from her pussy lips, moved it to her ass and spread her ass with my thumb and index finger. Standing up, I repositioned myself so I could shove two fingers into her pussy as I continued to thumb fuck her ass. She let out a small pout when I stopped eating her pussy but quickly recovered as my fingers and thumb matched a hard steady rhythm. 

"Oh yeah. Oh yes. OH YES. YES. . YES! . . YES! . . YEEEEAAAA!" Michelle finished with a roar. Her orgasm was powerful, draining the strength from her legs. She flopped to her side on the desk. Not wasting a second, I released my cock from my pants, lifted one of her legs and slid my cock into her drenched pussy. 

"Your pussy is so tight" I muttered while delighting in the feeling of her wet pussy massaging up and down my shaft.

"Your cock feels sooo good. Much better than the toys I've been wearing out" Michelle responded with a sinister smile. She reached down and began rubbing her clit in rhythm with my strokes. After a few minutes her eyes rolled back and her breathing got heavier.

I could sense she was nearing another orgasm and didn't want to miss my opportunity. With one hand I grabbed her ass and spread it wide. On an out stroke I withdrew from her pussy and easily shoved it into her ass. A smile creased across her face as her asshole swallowed the full length of my cock. I was amazed how quickly I penetrated her, but figured her toys weren't just for her pussy.

"Oh that feels so good", Michelle moaned. "Usually I only get butt fucked by my toys. You're the first man to actually fuck me in the ass." Michelle's dirty talking acted as more stimulation and I instinctually increased my strokes. As her pussy juices began drying up, the increased friction pushed me closer to orgasm. Sensing the tension in my balls, Michelle's light touch brought my attention to the bottle of lotion she was holding out to me. 

"Squirt a little of this onto you cock before it gets too dry" Michelle directed." Don't use too much. I LOVE a little friction." I pulled my cock out of her ass with a pop and Michelle rolled onto her back. She pulled her legs back almost behind her head. This position held my cock straight out as I entered her. As I neared the brink of orgasm, Michelle started clinching her ass muscles to match my strokes. This was more than I could take. As a mind boggling orgasm took control of me, I began furiously butt-fucking her. The fingers on Michelle's clit matched my maddening pace. As cum began gushing from my cock and filling Michelle's ass, she reached another orgasm. Her orgasm was so strong it tightened her asshole until I could no longer move. I stood there admiring the site of my throbbing cock thrust inside her beautiful ass and her glistening pussy juices flowing down her ass.

Gradually my orgasm subsided and I began to notice my surroundings. I was startled to see Dana quietly sitting in a metal chair beside the door. She must have come in while I had my face in Michelle's pussy. From the panties carelessly tossed aside and the blue vibrator she was working in and out of her pussy, she must have been there for a while. 

"Did you enjoy the show?" Michelle asked. 

"Most definitely! I can see this little friendship will be a lot more interesting than our last one." Dana replied with a cock hungry smile.

That, Of course, will be the next chapter.

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I hope you enjoyed reading my first story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'll post the next chapter as soon as I finish editing it. Please feel free to email me with any comments, criticisms, accolades, questions, or whatever you may have. Just be sure to put the story title in the subject line 



Unexpected Encounter



A co-worker's wife comes in at a party with her hubby. She wears light black thigh highs, open toe heels with a black glossy touch, a thin, silver ankle band around her left ankle, loosely hung black silk one-piece barely on her shoulders, with her brunette hair done up with some strands naturally falling on the back of her neckline. It is apparent she wore her bra insider her dress, yet it is quite thin and lacy that both the bra's lacy texture and semi-erected nipples are lightly resembling on the surface of her thin garment.

And as my passionate, intense and lusty gaze follows her physique, movements, and expressions: lifting of her index and pinkie when she picks up a wine glass, and her playful nudge on the edge of the glass. Crossing of her legs, exposing her thighs up the level her thigh high's upper bands are slightly exposed... and a useless attempt to pull her skirt down while it rides back up immediately. Her toes intermittently rubbing each other as her ankle lightly bounce up and down with her heel hanging just on her toes. Occasional brushing of hair and touching of her neck with her long fingers down her neckline to her collarbones... and the middle point of her breasts. A very subtle movement of her tongue wetting her already moisture lips, parted slightly.

Added to this, even from a distance, I can see her breathing a little heavily after noticing my intense gaze on her, and stealing my gaze while biting her lower lip lightly. But the presence of her hubby keeps her next to her.

As the night deepens and the party gets wilder, most of them are drunk--including her hubby ... and finally she excuses herself for a restroom from her already-unconscious hubby's side. As she makes her way up the stairway, she looks at me briefly but turns her gaze instantly away from me, going up her way.

Unnoticeably, I follower her up the stairs ... already some couples are making out in the hallways, not looking up from the act of mischievousness they are engaged in. I see a glimpse of her movement going into the restroom located in the master bedroom of the host, who is also quite merry and drunken and occupied with some silly conversations in the downstairs couches.

I go in to the bedroom, sensing her presence in the bathroom across the bed, and lock the bedroom door behind us. It is a daring movement ... what if she refuses me? What if one of her acquaintances begins to look for her while we are here together? But her beauty and presence totally intoxicates my reasoning and initiates a desire driven act from the deep down my heart.

Now, I hear her flushing the toilet as I approach the slightly unclosed bathroom door, unbuttoning my shirt, revealing my well-defined chest. There she is just fixing her underwear ... she is wearing a tiny black silk thong, barely covering her front .... and pulls her skirt down, leaning toward the mirror, fixing her lip lines.

I open the door and step into the bathroom, my body right behind her ... our eyes meet through the mirror, both facing front. She seems instantly frozen and shocked, not making any movement... .yet her eyes change from a state of being shocked to expectant desire .. .and then she inhales a short, gulping gasp.

This is a sign enough for me to throw my arm around her thin waist, pulling her hips toward my bulged front, and the other hand sliding under her right arm, gently yet firmly squeezing her right breast over her garment ...feeling her nipple erecting even harder under my pressing palm.

A weak protest of "no" comes out of her opened lips, yet I feel her grinding herself rhythmically on the huge bulge of my pants, as my two hands already uncovered her gorgeous, white breasts with pink nipples, protruding so hard ... as if they would be popped if touched. My lips and tongue are already heavy on her neckline and the backline down to her bare shoulder. Her dress fell down to her waist level, while its bottom portion in the back area is rubbed up to the top of her now exposed white hips. Her bras have a snap in the front middle, opened now, hanging loosely by arms supporting her upper body by leaning on the sink slightly.

No ... this is insa ... ahhh. As she makes another protest and tries to deny what her body passionately reacts to, my right hand, gliding down her flat stomach over the front of her thong, my middle and ring fingers smoothly follow through the thin line of the silk thong, locating her wet spot. She cannot even finish the word, insane. We can't do this ... I am marri ... huhgh. As she tries to attempt another verbal protest, my experienced fingers pulls the thin portion of her thong's bottom to the side, and dips a half of my middle finger into her wetness. And no, she cannot even finish the word, married, this time.

Using my other hand, I pull down her thong from the top of her hips. There is a slight protest of her hips, wiggling, but as her body instantly reciprocates with my fingers applying intricate techniques to her clit and wet pussy, she is actually helping herself out by her thong is pull down to the bottom of the hips. Then I switch the hand, using my left, gliding into her wet middle portion where my right hand fingers are working on and continues the stimulation. And my right hand pulls the front portion of her thong down to the middle of her thigh.

The view is even more erotic at this point. Her bare white hips, exposed with a slight openness, her lacy black thong tucked in the middle of her beautiful thighs covered with elegant black thigh highs, her thin black garment down on the bathroom floor, loosely wrapped around her feet, partly stepped on by her bare left feet, which was on its toes, balancing her right feet still with a heel on, her arched back with a lot of her brunette hair strands fallen down. In the mirror, her head is tilted to the left side, eyes half closed, glittering lips wide opened, and her breasts are protruded out to the front, fully exposed.

As I turn her around, her bras fall down to the floor as well, she stands in front of her hubby's co-worker, violating her lustfully, fully exposed body except for her thigh highs on her legs. But this time, there is no resistance. My lips rush to hers, and my tongue immediately finds its way into her mouth ... her tongue entangles with mine passionately. She wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls down my shirt. While I hurriedly unbuckles my belt, letting my pants and under garment fall down by her dress, our thighs also entangles rubbing each other's erogenous zones with the upper portions of each other's thighs. My chest is pressed by her breasts, and our breaths are lustfully mixed in each other's mouth. The texture feeling of her thigh high, rubbing my cock, is absolutely heavenly, and she desperately rubs her wet pussy on my right thigh, lined and developed by an intense muscular exercise.

I pull her toward me, moving ourselves all the way to the bed and as we fall together on the bed, her hair is completely undone. I pose myself on top of her, still kissing passionately, and spread her legs apart and ... slowly ease my hardened cock into her wet pussy. She begins to moan ... and as I further enter her deeper, she wraps her stocking legs around my waist. And I ease my 9 inches completely in her as her pussy is amazingly tightened, wrapped around it.

She begins to pant heavily, making continuous erotic moans, occasional cries, her mouth wide opened as I begins to pump her pussy with my thick rod. At each deep penetration, I feel a new wave of wetness, juicing out of her pussy, and at each light penetration, her moaning becomes heavier.

I push her thighs even wider apart and push them up, exposing her bottom completely to my view... she seems to be even more excited by that. Her thigh highs' black laces make a delicate contrast with the uncovered portions of her white upper thighs, leading up to her well-trimmed pussy. And on her left ankle, a thin silver strap glitters dimly by the toned down room light, and on her right ankle, her soaked wet black silk thong still hanging. Visual images added up by audible excitement, makes me even more vigorous.... and I begin to thrust into her harder and harder. And at each rate, her body becomes stiffer and her back arched even more intensely. Her hips so perfectly bangs down to the root of my 9 inches ... so tight and so eager.

Oh, no... oh, god ... ahhhh ... ahhh ... harder ... harder ... she cries. And the room is echoed with a noise of her heavy breath and a sound of thudding, wet poundings of hard penetration of my cock into her wetness. Soon as I feel her entire body shivers with overwhelming orgasms ... a series of orgasms, rushing over her entire being from the toe end to the head top, I burst my cum into her wetness, totally losing controls. She feels a warm liquid bursting within her, and another wave of orgasm overwhelms her. 

I collapse on top of her ... our mouths an inch away from each other, still breathing heavily at each other's face. Our body covered with sweats. Her face is so beautiful. So erotically beautiful, it is. And my cock hardens again as a new plan begins to form in my mind.

I go to the top of her, my knees under her armpits... her hands on top of her. My left hand begins to masturbate my hard cock, circumcised, vain protruding around, glittering with the mixture of her cum and mine. And my cock's head is pointing toward her breasts and face. My right hand is massaging gently of her abused clit and pussy.

As I begin to work on it, it becomes clear to her what I am up to. Her eyes become wondering, shocked... but soon filled with wanton desire of lust. My cock becomes redder and bigger with my intense movement up and down, and she begins to open her mouth, wantonly. Not long after, I shoot another huge load of white wads toward her face. It bursts out over her breasts, her face, into her mouth, over her lips and tongue and her eyes. Her pussy becomes even wetter as her bottom reacts desperately to my moving hand, and she gasps with excitement again.

Then, I ease down my cock into her mouth... let her suck it for a while, holding down her head toward my cock, thrusting it gently into her warm mouth. She begins to suck it so hard... her tongue moves so delicately, her lips tight around... I begin to shoot another round of cum, this time directly into her mouth and throat. I cum so much ... even heavier than the other two, it fills up all her mouth. She could not hold it all, and begins to pull her head away from my cock. But this time, I force my cock even deeper into her mouth, all the way back to her throat, holding her head tight, giving her but a choice to swallow most of it... only some portion of white cum are drooling down the side opening of her lips. That could not be helped anyway. It made her look even more erotic … even sluttish. Moaning heavily, she swallows it... and sucks it hard.

As I pull my cock out of her mouth, she desperately kisses the head of my cock as if she want some more. We eye each other... and kiss deeply.

We both know that we breached a line we should not have breached. But also known is that there is no way we can break away from this lustful encounter.

Realising the time we spent, she hurriedly picks up her garments from the floor, goes into the restroom and cleanses herself. And I dress up quickly, and check the outside. They are still talking and still so drunk. About an hour has passed, and no one notices our absence. Her husband fast asleep on the couch.

She comes down later, people asking her where she's been. She just says that she lied down on the bed upstairs and took a little nap. No one questions her anymore. It often happens. And she looks at me ... meaningfully.

A few minutes later, as I was drinking water in the kitchen, she carefully comes to my side and places a thin garment in my hand. It was her thong, still wet from our encounter up there.

You are bad, she says with an awkward smile. A pause. Let's meet again, I say. When? And she looks around to see no one's around. Tomorrow. I know where you live. She nods. After my hubby leaves, ok? A little smile. And we quickly kiss ... our tongues meet instantly and depart. An abrupt separation.

She walks away to her hubby's side again. She turns herhead back again toward me ... We will meet again tomorrow. Another day of lust and passion waits.



Unexpected Encounter



Minding his own business, Alec Aubrey was sat with his laptop on his knee making use of the bar's free wi-fi facility. It was an excellent way to keep up to date with news, sport and investments back home. Spain was no longer a backwater, but still, the internet saved waiting for a newspaper the next day, and his apartment didn't have a satellite TV. He was a regular visitor to this particular seaside town in Andalucia, and the internet was one of the reasons why.

He had just ordered a second coffee, when he briefly looked up to see a couple come through the double glass doors in front of his comfortable leather sofa. The man was a non-descript sort of fellow, and Alec paid him little attention. The man's wife –he'd immediately spotted the ring- was much more interesting. About 40 or 41, she had a body many women ten years younger would dream about. As she walked through the bar her brown hair bounced over her shoulders and her breasts moved freely behind the material of her 'T' shirt. As most men do, he considered her and thought, 'yeah, I would'. Her behind amply filled her jeans, he saw as she turned around looking for a seat. He thought perhaps she wasn't wearing a bra, as her breasts were moving so freely against her top.

The bar was busy, and as he sat watching them he realised that he was sitting in the only area where there was free seating. The sofa he was sitting on was across a coffee table from an identical twin. They both looked and their gaze settled on his table.


"Do you mind if we sit here?" The man asked.

"No not at all. Please do." He replied. This would give him a good opportunity to admire this very attractive woman. She wasn't classically beautiful, but she had an air of sexual confidence about her that he was immediately attracted to. Perhaps it was her confident eye contact and purposeful manner; perhaps it was the absence of a bra. He liked that very much. Very few men wouldn't spot that she wasn't wearing one, and he suspected she knew that.

The couple sat down, and the waitress soon approached to take their order. It was by no means unusual to see other Britons in the bar, or indeed in the town. It was increasingly popular with ex-pats and independent travellers alike and the town had managed to avoid the package tour crowd; it didn't have many large hotels. Neither party was the least surprised to engage with each other in English without trying any other language first. You just knew.

"Una cerveza para mí, y un vino rojo para mi esposa." The man ordered. Confirmed, it was his wife. Using Spanish to the waitress was probably unnecessary, as Alec was almost certain she was English, but he understood why he'd done it. If the waitress was Spanish, she would respect an English person who'd taken the time to try and speak her language. So many came and just assumed that the natives would speak English that it could be insulting. 

As their drinks were being prepared Alec turned back to his coffee and browsing, he soon forgot about the couple across the way as he mulled over the merits, or otherwise, of various technology stocks he was considering. The market had been good to him, and it was as a direct result that he was able to spend so much time in Spain, and the time he spent there could be productive as well. 

His peripheral hearing wasn't completely inactive however, and he could, in those spaces of the mind reserved for such things pick out the tenor of the conversation his new companions were having. She was talking, quite privately and closely with her husband. They seemed to be talking about some aspect of their relationship. The conversation went back and forward between them. No edge to it; no rancour. Jus a straightforward discussion between tow people on the same wavelength. 

Once the snippet "…but, I just need to be used, I want it, you want it…" had entered his conscious alarm bells went off in his mind and he tuned in directly. In the interest of not stemming the flow, however, he maintained his attention outwardly on the computer. The occasional click of a mouse button to completed the deception.

"It's been a while now: you know I like to be used, and you know that you like to know I've been used by another man. It's been 6 months since that night in London." She was keeping her voice low, and in the background hubbub it was hard to pick it out, but the more she said the more he was able to filter out the noise.

"I do; when I was sat in the bar of the hotel, I was so aroused, knowing you were having another man. It drives me to distraction. It's been a while though; I take it you getting the urge?"

"Getting the urge, I have the urge, desperately. We've been here a week and we've made love plenty, but I need that fuck."

Alec's attention was absolutely focussed now. A natural and instinctive investor, here was a prospect worth research.

Another round of drinks was ordered, and he took the opportunity while the waitress was taking the couple's order to get himself a gin & tonic. The sun was, after all, over the yardarm. He'd no worries about driving, and a little Dutch courage would perhaps be required.

"What do you want this time?" The husband asked. Had this happened more than once previously then, mused Alec?

"Hmm, this time. Hmm." She was thinking hard. Her bottom lip tucked under her front teeth. "I want to be told. I want to be told where to be, what to wear, what to do. I don't want to make any decisions; I just want to be used. I want to be some man's filth to abuse and discard. God, I'm turned on just thinking about it. I need it so badly."

The husband was plainly aroused. "I see. Used, eh? I only have one request. I want to see you immediately afterwards. No dressing, no washing, nothing. I just want to see you fully used. " They were rising to each other's bait now. Their voices weren't quite as low as they had been, but they were still restrained enough for no one else in the bar to have heard. He had heard though. Oh yes, he'd heard. But how did he move that one step forward to engage them. He wanted her, and he knew he could give her what she needed.

"Will you watch?" She asked her husband. "No, never, I don't want to. I want to nearby but unable to see or hear. My mind plays it all out for me. You can tell me afterwards, describe in detail what he's done to you. Nothing ever makes me cum harder.

Alec's gin had gone, and his laptop battery was running low. He closed the lid and looked up for the waitress. The service was good and he caught her eye straightaway. The couple's glasses were emptying too. This was his opportunity. The waitress arrived.


"A gin & tonic please. Would you care to join me in a drink? Your glasses are running dry?" He had made his move; they looked somewhat surprised and looked questioningly at each other. The pause was only momentary however.

"That's very kind thank you." And to the waitress, "dos más, por favor."

The ice was broken now; decisive action was called for, but in the right way. "My battery is running low and I've had enough for one day. Are you regular visitors?"

"Well, it's the first time we've been in this particular bar, but we've been to the town several times before. We like it very much. It feels like a bit of secret, a hidden treasure. It doesn't have the crowds of Marbella or Torremolinos. What about you?" Asked the husband. She still hadn't spoken to him.

"I come to town quite often. I have an apartment on the beach, and with the development of the internet I can work as easily here as at home. As for the bar, I like it I come here quite often. It has a good atmosphere, and it's very definitely not 'Brit's abroad'."

"No indeed." She said. There, the ice broken with the maiden. They passed the time of day some more. The drinks arrived. They downed them fairly quickly, and the husband, obviously wanting to reciprocate, ordered more. As the last of these drinks were being downed, perhaps despite himself, Alec plunged in.

"Look, I've not been entirely candid. I was listening to your conversation. And, unless I've completely misread the situation I think I can help. I want to help," he said, staring her in the eye.

"What do you mean listening? What do you think you heard?" This was her. Quite sharp, she was on the front foot, and suddenly he was on the back foot. "You, ahem, have some needs? Some needs you want fulfilling?"

She looked intensely at her husband. He replied after a nerve wracking pause. "Yes, yes she does. We hadn't intended to be overheard, and you've taken us entirely by surprise. But as we have, perhaps it's, maybe, cut out the middle-man. So to speak." He looked very embarrassed and he fired a questioning look at her. She nodded. It was barely perceptible, but it was a nod.

Alec stood up. "I'm going to the bathroom. I want to help. I can give you what you need. Let me know when I get back. If the answer is no, fine. I'll leave. It never happened. If the answer is yes, then we'll take it from there." He stood up and walked off to the bathroom. He could sense and electricity of atmosphere crackling between them and him.

He took his time in the bathroom. Truth to tell, without the gin, he'd have been a trembling wreck. The opportunity was too good though. An attractive woman, a willing partner – a wanting partner, and a husband seemingly needing to have his wife fulfilled. It was an opportunity that did not come along very often at all. He couldn't quite believe that he'd had the nerve to make such a bold move. It wasn't much like him at all. Bold in the market, sure, but never so bold in matters of love or sex. 

He mulled around in the bathroom for a good ten minutes. Long enough for them to be long gone, if he'd scared them to death. Long enough for him to know they were interested if they were still there. He left the room and walked back across the bar. As he rounded the final corner, he saw that they were still there – a good sign surely? He sat down working very hard not to tremble.

Without quite looking him in the eye, the husband said, "er, yes. We want your help." 

This was it – he now had to play his part. Looking at her: "if I understood your desires correctly, then you should leave your husband and me to make the arrangements." 

She looked at her husband and said, "I'll be back at the apartment." He nodded and she stood up. He touched her hand as she left. She never looked back; just walked out of the door she came in, and turned left out of sight.

"To business then…" Said the husband.

"Indeed. This is quite awkward, I have to stress that this is something I don't do very often, well never. Your wife is an extraordinarily sexy woman and I am very aroused at the thought of having her. Now, as I read the situation she wants to be, ahem, 'used'. Are you comfortable with that?"

"Yes. I love it. I live for the aftermath, when I find out what she's done and how she's done it. It gives me the greatest pleasure."

"Good. What are the taboos?"

"No violence. Certainly no violence, and no aftermath. No attempts at involvement. You don't know who we are, and we don't know who you are. Let's keep it that way." Alec nodded. "Other than that, she's an adventurous woman who will make it clear if you overstep the mark."

"OK. Violence is out of the question, completely. No 'afters'. I absolutely agree. Here are the instructions then. I will see her in your apartment, so I'll need the address. It's 5pm now, so I'll be there at 9. This will give her time to get ready, and get the items she'll need. Plainly she wants to be at the mercy of my whims?" A nod in the affirmative. "So I may as well make the most, and have some of my fantasies fulfilled."

"Yes indeed. From my point of view that would very much add to the experience. Name them, if we can organise them we will."

"Nothing too complicated or bizarre. She is to be waiting for me wearing black stockings. I like them the darker the better. Not hold-ups; a black suspender belt. She should be wearing and black high-heeled shoes. Nothing else: not another stitch on her. She should, if she hasn't already, trim her bush to a narrow line above her clit. I don't like a hairy pussy. Her labia must be bare, and no hair around her anus." He wanted to know f this was available to him. "Clear so far?"

"Yes, there's more?"

"Yes. She should have lubricant and some sex toys. Do you have any with you?"

"Yes – we never pack them in the hand luggage." He laughed. Alec smiled.

"What do you have?" Well all she's brought is a normal vibrator. She has more at home, but well…"

"Have you seen the sex-shop in town?"

"Oh yes, indeed." The husband was plainly aroused by this, and eager to find out more. "What do you want from there?"

"Get a butt-plug," the husband's eyes widened "and a large dildo. She must choose the size, but it must be larger than anything she owns."

"That could be difficult but we'll see what we can do."

"How do you want me to leave her?"

"Just leave her as you've done with her. I'd like you to call me when you've done so I can find her soon after."

"Then I'll need a number to contact you on when I've left. Make sure there is wine in the place and that she is as relaxed as can be before you leave. Do you want to know what I plan for her?"

"No, no. I enjoy finding out from her afterwards."

"Fine. One last thing. You have a dining table in your apartment?"

"Yes."

"Then, at nine, the door should be unlocked so I can enter, and she must be bent over the table, her legs open and waiting for me."

"Fine, yes, absolutely. I will be in the bar downstairs. They are open until 2am. Will that be enough time?"

"Yes, I'll call you when I've done with her."

"Fine. You'll need to get on. I'll speak with you afterwards."

He gathered his laptop together, slid it in its case and walked over to the bar and settled his bill. He left a good tip.

Shortly before nine, armed with the address, and astonished at his boldness, he was walking along the line of bars at the back of the beach. He half suspected to find the whole deal off, the doors locked and the lights out, but as he passed the bar below the address he had been given, he could see the husband sat at a table alone. They acknowledged each other with a nod. He carried on walking and entered the lobby of the apartments. The outer door had been left so that it appeared locked but was in fact ajar. The husband had thought of everything it seemed. Apartment 3B. Third floor. The top. He'd take the lift so that she might know he was coming and be ready for him. He could feel his passion rising in obvious ways. This could be one hell of an adventure.


The doors parted and ahead, in the tiled and mirrored foyer he could see just two doors, A and B. B was slightly open. Good. This is it then. His heart was pumping. He walked over and pushed the door gently, it swung open easily to reveal a plush and large hallway that was well decorated and expensively furnished. He pushed the door to behind him and locked the bolt. Several doors, which were closed, lead off the hall. At the far end was a corridor running off at 90 degrees. He heard a slight shuffle from that direction.

Rounding the corner he could see that the corridor opened up into the main living area. The kitchen was to one side and large living a dining room opening on to a large balcony ahead. This was the penthouse. Plainly money was not a problem here.

There she was, absolutely as instructed. She had her back to him. She was bent over that table. The stockings flattered her legs tremendously and the heels gave them great shape. He could see her lips between her legs. He pussy was completely bare as he had instructed. From this distance there wasn't a hint of stubble. She wanted this badly, he knew it now. Along side her on the table were the items he had requested. Plenty of lubricant. The toys: an entirely standard vibrator, a moderately large butt-plug, and a black dildo, massive. Ten inches long and four around. If she took this she was game.

He stood for a few seconds taking all this in and admiring her. He wanted to see her tits, but they could wait. He suspected she was expecting his cock driven hard and straight into her. He could have, he was ready, but he wanted her off guard a little. He dropped to his knees and buried his tongue in her pussy. Her breath caught – she wasn't expecting it. She was wet – dripping in fact. Plainly not long out of the bath she tasted fantastic. 

He withdrew his tongue from her and flicked it around her clit. Moving it slowly from side to side and across her labia too. She was breathing heavily now, plainly enjoying this sensation. He was on his knees on a tiled floor and he couldn't stay like this for long, so backed away and stood up. He reached down under her arse and pushed two fingers, quite roughly, into her pussy. She pushed back. With his other hand he pulled her shoulders from the table and pulled her head up towards his. She twisted to meet him and he plunged his tongue into her mouth: making her taste her own cunt. 

Her tits were exposed to him now and he took one in his hand. It wasn't large and beginning to show a hint of droop, but it was soft with large hard nipples. He took his fingers from inside her pussy and turned her round, still kissing her, groping her tit hard. Eventually he broke away from her stood back to admire her fine, sexy body.

Her stockings were very dark, almost opaque. They had a deep lacy top which he admired very much. He suspender belt was simple and plain. A belt with triangles of material leading down to the suspenders themselves. The straps ran down the front and side of each thigh. The stockings were quite high finishing almost at the top of her legs, beautifully shaping the curve of her behind. The heels were quite high and spiked. A strap around the ankle was a touch he liked. 

"Do you like what you see?" She asked.

"Oh, yes. Did you have to buy the stockings?"

"Yes. It was a hell of a run-around getting everything ready. But they feel fantastic; I feel like a want to be fucked in them. Will you fuck me?"

She was much more forward than he imagined, he liked it. "Oh yes. I'll fuck your cunt, I'll fuck your mouth and I'll fuck your arse." Her eyes widened but she didn't demur. "Do you like it behind?"

"Not often. Sometimes I hate it. Sometimes it blows my mind. Most times when I want it in the arse I fuck myself alone. I want my arse fucking, tonight. I want my cunt filling, I want my mouth fucking and want to be left covered in your cum."

"Well then, let me undress. While I do so, take that vibrator and fill your pussy with it." He said pointing at the device on the table. She opened the lube first and smeared some over its head. Then she opened her legs and drove it straight up he pussy. She breathed deeply, her eyes closed slightly and she started to fuck herself, as she was stood there in front of him.

He opened his shirt and then his trousers, letting both fall to the floor. His erection was poking well over his briefs. He could see her looking at it. It wasn't the biggest in the world, but it would do. He pushed his briefs down and let his cock swing free. It was hard. As hard as it had been in a while, and he relished the though of using it on her.

She was fucking away quite quickly. "Keep fucking yourself, but squat down and take my cock in your mouth. I love the sight of a woman in that position, her cunt and arse wide open." She did as instructed and once settled reached up with her free hand and took his cock in her mouth. God, that was good. It was all he could do not to cum then and there. She was an expert. Her tongue was everywhere at once. The vibrator was flashing in and out of her pussy, she was transported. He took hold of his cock and began wanking it into her mouth. She relished this and fucked herself harder. He was holding the back of her head and starting to fuck her mouth quite deeply. Then she was cumming, soft sobs from her cock-filled mouth. He legs collapsing under her. All of a sudden she was sat on her bare arse on the cold tile floor. He juices leaving a smear across the floor. His cock was stiff and proud in front of him.




Unexpected Encounter



"I hope you've not done with me," she said, "I've not cum like that in ages. I need more."

"Oh, I've not done with you at all. Lie down on the sofa. I want to eat more of your pussy." She did as he instructed. She looked fantastic in her stockings and heels, and he loved the feel of the nylon on his back as he went down on her again. The first few touches of his tongue on her clit met with a shudder and a whimper, but soon she relaxed, and soon he was lapping her juices from her and she was responding fully.

His cock was throbbing and he needed relief. Her juices were flooding out and he decided it was time to enter her. He lifted his face from her cunt and moved up her body, biting a nipple on the way to pushing his tongue into her mouth and his cock into her pussy. She gave up readily. He always felt that the best pussy had just been eaten. Thrusting deep inside her he lifted from her mouth to look at her. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard. He was banging her now, her gaping cunt taking him readily. Just as she was entering her final phase he withdrew from her pussy and moved around to push his cock at her mouth. She took it readily and immediately her hand went to her clit, pulling and pushing it, playing with it as he fucked her face.

He reached around to the table. He could just reach the butt plug and lube. She was watching. She kept his cock in her mouth and moved to her knees on the sofa. She wanted her arse opening. He lubed the plug and then his forefinger. While she was sucking his cock he could just reach her arse and with his now greasy forefinger he starting massaging her ring. She responded by pushing back trying to get him to penetrate her. Sensing her need he did pushing his finger in and finding the muscle tight. She moaned. Over the next few minutes he opened her up more and more, until he could get two fingers in her tight arse right up to the top knuckle. Now was time for the plug. He reached behind him for it and brought it round for her to see. She nodded and he pushed it straight in, no messing. He ring gave straight over the bulb and closed on the stem. She managed to get the words "Oh my fucking arse" out without letting his cock from her mouth.  

"Your arse is full then?" He asked her. She pulled back from his cock.

"Not as full as I want it to be."

"What about your cunt?"

"Fill me, fill me with anything. I want your cock in my mouth. He was going to ram her full of the big black dildo. She was wet enough, she was ready. He had already fucked her. She was ready for something big to complement her full butt. She would be full in both holes. When she was ready he would take the butt plug from her arse and replace it with his cock.

He couldn't reach her pussy from this position, so he pulled his cock from her mouth, turned her on her back and then put his rigid penis back in her hungry mouth. The butt plug didn't move, she wasn't pushing it out at all, she was quite able to take his cock, he thought. She was frantically gobbling his cock, he was struggling not to explode in her mouth; he had other tasks at hand and this helped him keep his cool.

He nuzzled her cunt with the massive dildo, teasing her open, and then thrusting he pushed it into her, only 2 inches, but up to a point where she was spread wide by its width. "More" she moaned. "Fill me."

He did. Four, five, six inches. She was full now. He daren't push any more. Her cunt was full, her mouth was full and her ass was full. She started raising her hips up and down trying to take more. She pulled back from his cock and moaned at him. "I'm so fucking full; you're using me like a dirty bitch. Give me more, I can take it." How could she? Surely that plug in her butt would prevent her taking much more of this massive black cock?

He pulled his cock from her mouth, wiping her cheek with its wet tip. He moved around between her lovely stocking-clad legs, deliberately rubbing his cock against the nylon; he loved that more than virtually any other tactile contact with a man-made product.

The dildo looked enormous sticking out of her dripping pussy. The base of the butt plug was partially blocking the cock's way into her. He took hold of the pink plug and turned it 90 degrees to make way. She groaned. He took hold of the substitute cock and gently pulled it from her slightly, no more than an inch, and then drove it forward again, six, seven this time. Deep gasping breaths from her. The massive brown balls were still two inches from reaching her lips. He drew it back again; pushing forward once more. She responded with a deep breath and a push forward. Eight inches of the massive cock were inside her now. She couldn't take any more he was sure. She said "enough, my cunt will split in two."

He moved back round to present his cock to her face "here you are take it – every hole is full. She seized it with her hand and dragged it to her mouth. It was obvious that her pussy and ass were so full that she couldn't comfortably move. He crouched and pushed his cock in her mouth. He took hold of her hair. She liked this he was sure, and pulled her head onto his cock, repeatedly fucking her face with his aching cock. He would give her a few minutes of this. He needed to regain some composure; he'd never had a lover like this before. He wanted to relish the moment with this truly wanton and wanting woman.

His urge to cum subsided, but his erection did not. She was massaging her clit with one hand while she held his cock in her mouth with the other. She had a little belly, but he could see the muscles beneath tightening and relaxing as she fucked the massive dildo gently but enough. Her nipples were rigid and pointing skyward even though her middle-aged breasts were sagging slightly towards her sides. He stood over her, admiring her. Eventually he reached down and took hold of the black proto-cock, her eyes widened, but he gently slid it from her.

He pulled her legs from the sofa as he withdrew his cock from her mouth. He sat down. "Sit astride me, ride my cock."

She did as instructed. He could feel the nylon of the stockings caressing his outer thighs as she straddled him. She reached down to guide his cock inside her, as she did so he wrapped his hands in her suspenders and pulled her onto his cock driving it upwards into her. No resistance now, nothing he could give her would match the beast she had just taken. But she was hot and wet for him. It felt great. He would have just loved to have relaxed and poured his cum into her then and there she felt so good on top of him. Her breasts were brushing his face as she rode above him. He looked up to kiss her and she pounced on his mouth, thrusting her tongue deep inside. He remembered then, with his tongue in her mouth, that she still had the butt-plug inside her. Now he thought of it he could feel its hardness pushing through the thin barrier between her rectum and vagina. This made him harder still and once more he had to fight the urge to cum.

He let go of her suspender with his right hand and pulled back from her face. He looked her in the eye and took hold of the plug. She smiled – expecting. He pulled the hard bulb against her ring and it eased out readily. In again, out again. Where was the vibrator? On the arm of the sofa. He couldn't reach it, but she could. "Pass me that." He said, nodding. 

"What do you want it for?" As if she didn't know?

"To fuck your butt and get it ready for my cock," he replied in a determined tone. She leaned over – still on his cock and grabbed it. "Lube, I need more lube." She said. The lube was on the table and neither could reach it. She would have to get off.

"Very well, get the lube. Bend over the table and fuck your own ass with it."

"Hmm, yes," she smiled.

She started to climb off him, but he kept hold of the butt-plug pulling it from her. She got up and staggered slightly on her heels getting to the table. She took a good measure of lube from the jar and smeared it on the vibrator. This she stood on its end on the table. She then, looking him in the eye, took a large scoop of the gel on her forefinger. She turned, bent over the table, looked over her right shoulder and reached between her legs to touch her ring. It was still pulsing from the plug and her finger slipped in easily. She was relaxed. She frigged herself with the single finger maybe ten times. Then introduced a second, deliberately pulling her hole open relaxing it, readying it. When she was ready, she reached for the vibrator and placed it between her legs, pushing the tip against her ring. Looking at him she smiled and pushed. In the head slipped with no difficulty. "I want your cock up my ass," she said.

"Fuck yourself first," he replied. 

"Oh I will, I will." The vibrator eased smoothly up inside her. Soon it was up to its hilt. She breathed hard, paused there for a while and slowly began to fuck herself with it. Small movements at first, getting longer. She was spread wide open before him, he loved what he saw. The heels, the stockings, the suspenders, her good body. 

He stood up and moved up behind her. He took her hand off the vibrator as it reached its deepest point and then, stooping slightly, he pushed his cock between her pussy lips. He couldn't get it all the way in, but still she had cock in one and substitute cock in the other.

"Two fucking cocks inside me!" She exclaimed. This couldn't last for long. He pulled out of her, and then gently eased the vibrator from her arse. She looked round and smiled. He pushed the head of his cock against her arse. It opened easily. She was ready. She wanted it. "How long is it since you've had a cock in your arse?" He asked as he pushed into her. It was hot and tight.

"Nearly a year. It was in London, with a friend. My husband was watching. He couldn't take it and had to leave. I can't wait to tell him how you've fucked my arse. Fuck it; I don't want to walk tomorrow."

He drove into her. He couldn't wait, like she had waited with the vibrator, he had to fuck her ass, had to bang it. Hear her groaning and simpering as he ploughed in and out of her tight inexperienced arse.

Her knees started buckling. It was a difficult position for her to maintain, and she'd been like it for fifteen minutes or more. He pulled her backwards from the table, and, still keeping his cock in her ass, guided her backwards so that she could sit on him while he sat on the couch. As he sat down and her weight dropped on to him, so his cock was driven to its deepest in her. "Oh…my…God!" She screamed. He was worried he'd hurt her.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Oh yes, fucking OK, I'll never forget this one. Ever."

His legs were nearly together, hers outside his. She was leaning back on him. He wished he could see her from in front, with his cock buried deep in her ass and her cunt gaping open.

She had control now. He couldn't fuck her because of her weight and her position. She was gently moving about on his cock. Not up and down, but more in circles. She was sighing and moaning. "The dildo." He demanded. It was on the arm of the sofa. She could reach it by leaning over. "Fuck yourself with it." He demanded. 

"What, with you cock deep in my ass?" She asked.

"Oh yes," he replied, "I want to fight it for space inside you."

She did as instructed. She was still wet and open. But this would be a challenge indeed. She nuzzled it between her lips and then started pushing. He could feel it immediately. A massive hard presence pushing against the front of his cock as it sat deep inside her. More and more it pushed, higher and higher. Eventually he felt its head pass his, still it came in to her. She was supporting herself with one hand and pushing with the other.

"Two fucking cocks. A big black cock fucking my pussy and a long white cock in my ass. I am a dirty bitch." She muttered. He didn't know whether it was for his benefit or that she was just losing control. He reached around to her bare swollen clit, rubbing it gently backwards and forwards. He could feel that the dildo was at least eight inches inside her, and his cock was six inches up her arse. He had never seen a woman filled to this extent before he was ecstatic. He wanted so badly to pour out his seed into her arse, but he wanted to cum on her face. She was starting to move faster and faster. The black cock was pushing in and out now, not far, but enough. He was still massaging her clit. He cock was immobile in her ass. He couldn't move for her weight and the massive presence in her cunt.

She was going to cum again. He wouldn't stop her, he would help her. With his free hand he firmly, no roughly, took hold of a tit and squeezed it, holding her nipple between his knuckles. Her head was back now, and she was moaning over and over "can you feel that? Can you feel that?"

"I can, I can, you can cum now," he whispered in her ear. And she did. In shattering waves. She let go of the dildo and it shot from her, her cunt driving it down and out of her.  She rolled off him his cock being brutally bent as she wrenched her ass from it. She lay sobbing with joy on the sofa. 

She was about to say something to him, but he stopped her. He stood up, took his greasy rigid cock in his right hand and pushed her back with his left. Deliberately he started wanking it in front of her, only inches from her face. He'd not cum in days, and he knew his flow would be good. Her sweaty gasping face would be covered in his cum.

She looked up at him, switching her gaze between his cock and his face. It wouldn't take him long, he'd been holding back for a long time now. And then it came, the first and most powerful jet hitting her just above her mouth. His knees nearly gave way. "Yes, he cried, fucking yes." His cum splattered all over her face. She didn't flinch, didn't close her eyes, she just let it splatter all over her face, her eyes, and her hair. When he had exhausted himself, she started licking his cum from around her lips. Seeing that he had a few drops left in his cock she grabbed it from him and took it in her mouth sucking the last few drops from. This hurt. He couldn't stop her though.

She lay back on the sofa, covered in his cum. Her cunt was flushed and swollen. 

She said nothing. He said nothing. He pulled on his clothes and walked out of the door. Taking the note he'd been given earlier, he called the number. It answered immediately. "I'm done." He said.

"You are, how is she?" the husband replied.

"Why don't you go and see?"

"I will, and thank you…I don't even know your name?"

"And I don't know yours. We should keep it that way. You'll have my number now. If you want me again, call me. Say that it's Mr Aubrey. I'll give you a date, time and place. "

"Mr Aubrey, right, I will. I think. I don't know. I must go."

The call cut off. He carried on walking, back to the bar where it all began. He needed a drink.



Unexpected Encounter



It was the fall of 2006 and Al was in Chicago at a sales conference for the marketing company he was employed by. It was just another conference Al had been to so many before. After a long day of meetings he found himself in a hotel lounge with a couple of sale associates having drinks when he saw someone across the room that looked familiar. It was a classmate from high school that he had not seen in years. She was surprised as he was to see him there. She was there for her work as well. "What are the chances that we would see each other here" they laughed. It was not long before both of their coworkers had moved on to other groups. The discussion moved from subject to subject he was married and had kids, she had a steady boyfriend. All through school they had secretly found each other attractive but had never made their feelings known, and every time they had been around each other since one or both where in committed relationships. After a few drinks the conversation moved to sex, as it usually did when they talked. This time there was something different an intensity that had not really been there before. Maybe it was the alcohol or the freedom of being away from home but before he knew it Al had his hand on Colleen's thigh. She was wearing a short skirt and the heat of her flesh excited him even more. He looked deep into her eyes as they talked and he could see the lust in her eyes as well. That and she made no attempt to move his hand, in fact she parted her legs a little so his hand could slide just a little deeper between her legs. He could see her nipples harden right before his eyes and he suggested that they move their discussion someplace quieter.

He paid the tab and they got into the elevator to go to his room. There where several other people on the elevator. Al stood behind Colleen and she slid her hand back and brushed up his leg and gave his rock hard cock a squeeze. She smiled as she heard him catch his breath. Floor by floor the elevator moved oh so slowly. Finally the elevator stopped at his floor. They casually strolled out the door and down the hall. It was empty so he had his arm around her waist feeling her hips move from side to side. The doors passed slowly as they said not a word, 631, 632, and finally 633. Al slipped his key card into the door and opened it wide as Colleen walked right in. Colleen commented on how nice the room was as Al locked the door. Al walked to Colleen and slid his hands down her sides pulling her to him and kissing her deeply. They had never so much as kissed before both their hearts where pounding lips caressing tongues swirling in each others mouths. This was such a hot embrace holding each other so tight. The air was charged with excitement and anticipation. 

Al pushed her against the wall, he knew she wanted it rough and tonight she was going to get just what she wanted. He pushed her arms behind her and slowly started to unbutton her blouse exposing her lacy bra and milky white perfectly round breasts. He cups them in his hands sliding his fingers across her nipples pushing hard against the fabric. Al spins her around to face the wall and slides off her blouse and unclasps her bra freeing her lovely tits. He slides his hands up her arms and plants her hands on the wall. Then slides on down her naked back to her waist where he finds the zipper on the back of her skirt. Slowly he slides it down the black fabric parting to expose a sexy red thong her sexy white ass curved and round just inches in front of him. The skirt falls to the floor over her stockings. Al leans forward and starts kissing Colleen's back as she pushes her ass back against him. He is holding her hands to the wall as he bites the back of her neck a bit just hard enough to make her feel his teeth but not hard enough to leave a mark. Al slides his hands down her arms again and around in front of her cupping her breasts in his hands slowly rolling her rock hard nipples between his fingers. She is moaning and grinding her hips against him.

He turns her back around and kisses her again pulling her against him. The heat between them is so intense now both their breathing is coming quickly. He guides her down to the bed and lays her back as he takes off his belt and tells her to give him her wrists. She quickly does as she is told and he wraps the cloth belt around her arms. She bites her lip as the belt is pulled tight and her free will starts to slip away. She would give herself up to him and do what ever he wanted. He has her lay back on the bed as he strips out of his cloths right in front of her. She is surprised at the large bulge in his underwear and the slight damp spot at the tip of his shaft. He is very excited as well. 

He straddles her thigh and can feel the heat through her panties on his thigh. Kissing her neck and working his way down to her chest he kisses across her upper chest his chest hair brushing across her nipples. Al reaches up with one hand and loops the extra length of belt around the head board and pulls her arms up tight. Colleen lets out a gasp as the belt pulls tight and at the same moment he lays his hot mouth on her hard nipple. She pushes her pussy against his thigh feeling his hard cock against hers. He has her arms held tight as he squeezes her breasts and sucks and nibbles on her tits. She is grinding her hips against him wanting more whispering that she needs more.

Without a word he starts moving down her body kissing his way down to her panties. He slides her to the edge of the bed and she lifts her hips as he pulls off her panties. He starts kissing her inner thighs working his way toward her already wet pussy. He inhales her deeply enjoying the sent of lust in the air. Al grabs her legs and puts them over his shoulders as he moves in and lightly begins to lick her. Opening her pussy lips with his tongue parting her wider with his fingers his hot breath on her hard clit Colleen is begging for him to suck her now she is dieing to be touched. Then finally his hot tongue crosses her hard clit. Her body shutters as her arms strain against the belt, her first orgasm washes over her as Al dips his tongue into her pussy the back to suck on her throbbing clit again. She covers his face with her hot juice witch he laps up hungrily. 

Al stands be the edge of the bed and helps Colleen down to her knees on the floor. He unties her arms from over her head and binds her again behind her back. All pulls off his underwear and holds his hard cock in front of her face, as she looks up at him he tells her to take it into her mouth. Suck it he tells her and she is happy to comply. He is so thick and hot in her mouth she can feel him throbbing as she takes the head of his cock in and out of her mouth. He tells her to suck the underside of his shaft and lick it as she looks up at him enjoy the pleasure she is giving him. She licks her way up to the tip again and swallows him again hearing him moan with pleasure. Oh yes he groans, you are a good little slut aren't you? Suck that cock good he says as he takes her hair in his hand and fucks her mouth a little. He is very excited fucking her mouth like this Al is feeding his cock to her deep making her gag a little on it. But pulling out to see how wet she is making his cock. Her saliva was dripping down to her tits.

He then helps her up to her feet and kisses her deeply her mouth so wet and tasting of his cock. Al unties her hands and puts her on her knees on the edge of the bed again, getting down on his knees behind her he starts licking her soaking wet pussy again. She is so wet and he is using his fingers well to work her clit pulling on it and rolling it between his fingers. Al orders her to reach back and work her clit while he licks her. He gives her ass a swat and a bit on the cheek. She is so exposed to him unable to see what he will do next. He is fingering her wet pussy first one finger then two. God it feels so good to have something inside her she moans and rubs her clit faster. Al leans down fingers still working her pussy and starts tonguing her ass, the sensation thrilling her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm when Al removes his fingers but keeps tonguing her ass devouring her making her ass so wet and open. 

Al orders Colleen to part her pussy lips as she stands behind her. She does as she is told and feels the head of his throbbing cock start to push into her pussy. She is so tight and wet wanting him to open her wide and fill her with his hard cock. She reaches back and feels his balls start to brush up against her clit. It does not take long and he is deep insider her filling her up. Oh God it feels so good she loves having him inside her, he is spanking her ass telling her to take his hard cock nice and deep. She is grabbing the sheets pushing back to meet each of his thrust deep inside her. Then he slides a finger up her ass at the same time as he plunges his cock even deeper inside her. Colleen is rubbing her pussy faster and faster, "That's it my nasty bitch take my dick you love it up your ass at the same time." Colleen can not hold back anymore and an incredible explosive orgasm rocks her as Al holds her tight his cock as deep as he can push it inside her feeling her squeeze him so tight.

He slides out of her and her juices run down her thigh. Colleen lies back on the bed breathless panting as the sweet cools her body her nipples still rock hard standing upright on her beautiful breasts. Al lies down crossing her from below putting her legs over his hip and guiding his still hard cock back into her dripping pussy. He reaches up with one hand and squeezes one of her breasts as she starts rolling her clit between his fingers. Colleen squeezes his cock again feeling a small yet surprising orgasm rush across her. Al asks her if she has ever taken it up the ass before and she tells him she has not. Al reaches down and pulls his cock from her pussy. I am going to take it slow and open you up but I am going to fuck your ass from behind when you are ready.

Colleen feels the tip of his cock against her wet ass, Al tells her to start by pushing out a little then relax. And as she relaxes he pushes his cock inside a little only to come back out when she pushes again. He slowly works his cock up her ass the whole time Colleen is rubbing her clit, it is so hot and dirty to have this man putting his cock up her ass. It is not long and she has him all the way inside her she is so tight around his shaft and she is so hard. Colleen is rubbing her clit even faster now getting closer and closer to another orgasm.

Al tells her to get on her knees again and easily slides right back up her ass from behind. "Fuck your good" Al grunts as she starts fucking her harder. She is rubbing her pussy so fast now feeling his cock swell in her ass. "God damn I am going to cum soon" Al says as he pulls his cock from her ass and wipes it clean. He lies back on the bed and tells Colleen to climb up on his cock and ride him. She quickly straddles his cock and parts her pussy lips so her clit grinds right on him. "OH fuck" Colleen moans as she takes him deeper now then she had so far. Al squeezes her tits as she starts fucking him grinding her hips filled with his hard cock the thought of taking it up her ass still swirling in her head. Oh fuck she is fucking faster now there is no stopping she is going to cum again. Al grabs her hips and forces her back and forth even faster. "Fuck me slut!" he orders as she grabs the head board and grinds her clit even harder against him so full of hard cock. Only moments now so close to cumming Al tells her he is going to cum deep inside her take my hot load my slut. That is enough to send her over the edge as they both cum at the same time throbbing and thrashing about hearts pounding and bodies quaking. Colleen screams out not even knowing what she is saying so load moaning yelling fucking so hard. She collapses in a heap on top of Al still holding his cock in her pussy his hot cum dripping out of her onto his balls. 

Al wraps his arms around her and holds her down on him as he makes his cock throb some more setting off an after orgasm squirting out his softening cock and a load of cum as well. They go off the shower and clean up only to start all over again. Needless to say the next couple of days there where a few meetings where people where absent and some long hard nights of debauchery. Never had a sales conference been so much fun before.

At the end of the week they parted ways with a smile still friends vowing not to share their secret with anyone else. Looking forward to the next time they might meet.



Unexpected Encounter



**I have been reading stories on this site for several years but this is the first time I have ever written one. The stories that turn me on the most are the ones that are true, or at least written as true. I decided that if I were going to write one I would only write about my real experiences. So what follows is my first account of something that happened to me about 5 years ago when I was living in Florida. The only thing that has been changed about this story are the names.

I moved to Florida for a new job in 2001. I was 27. The town I was living in was a small town and there weren't many young single people. After awhile I was getting pretty sexually frustrated and had resorted to more jerking off than I ever had before. I'm a pretty good looking guy, about 6' tall, 170 lbs with brown hair and bedroom blue eyes. 

I had moved into one of those master planned communities, you know where all the houses look exactly the same and are lined up like sardines. Most of my neighbors were older retired people and I knew most of them but didn't socialize with them beyond a wave if I saw them.

One day after about a year living there, there was a knock on my door around 6pm, after I had gotten home from work. I opened it to find Cheryl, a neighbor of mine that I had met several times when I had been out jogging. She looked somewhat distraught. She asked if my father was around. My parents had come to visit me twice during the previous year and Cheryl had met them several times and gone to dinner with them one night with her husband.

I was a bit puzzled by her question and told her that no, they were back in Connecticut. "Oh", she said with a disappointed look. 

"Is something wrong?" I asked. Bad question. She immediately starting rambling about her husband who had died a month before (I had not known). Then she said that her only son, who lived in Tampa with his new wife and baby, had been mugged and murdered the previous week. I was shocked to say the least. As I said, I didn't interact with my neighbors much so I knew none of this. By the time she got through what she had been through over the last month, losing her husband and only son, she was crying.

I felt bad standing there in the doorway, with her outside in the 90 degree heat so I put my arm around her shoulder and guided her inside. Apparently, she wanted to talk to my father, who was a lawyer, about the various estate matters that she was now faced with and that were just too difficult for her to deal with in her current emotional state.

Now, before I go any further, I have to say that I hadn't intended anything sexual when I invited her in. Cheryl is not an ugly woman. She had just turned 50 and had aged well. She had dirty blond hair, shoulder length, and was about 5'4". She was a bit over-weight, maybe 150 lbs, but wore it very well. Which is to say, she has VERY large breasts. I had noticed that when I met her months before. Regardless of what she wore, they were difficult to hide. I guessed her bra size must have been 38 DD or maybe even E. she was actually one of the younger women in the development.

Being from the northeast, the Florida heat was a killer for me and I always had the AC on very high. My home felt like an ice-box and I offered Cheryl a drink. She accepted a glass of white wine. She was wearing a pair of white shorts and a green v-neck t-shirt against which her ample breasts were beautifully framed. The AC had made her nipples hard and they showed through the shirt nicely. As we sat in the living room I began to get more and more distracted by those glorious tits as she rambled on about her son and what her daughter and grand-daughter were going to do now that he was gone. 

I know this sounds horrible so far but I hope you read the rest to know that I'm not a bad guy. 

Anyway, she started sobbing again and I moved from my chair across from her to sit beside her on the sofa. I sat on her right and put my left arm around her shoulders and she immediately turned and leaned her head against my shoulder. I put my right hand around her back and my forearm was resting against her massive left breast. 

She cried harder for a few minutes and I tried to comfort her, telling her everything would be alright. I had begun rubbing her back with my right hand, the whole time my forearm sliding up and down her breast. She didn't seem to notice that or care if she did. This was driving me crazy as I hadn't been laid in months. My cock was getting hard thinking about her beautiful tits and I decided I had nothing to lose. 

I let my right hand gradually move from rubbing her back to rubbing the side of her rib cage. I gradually let my thumb slide closer and closer to the side of her breast until it was firmly stroking the side of her large mound. She made no protest, and her sobs grew less pronounced. I was nervous. I didn't know how she would react to what I was doing. 

Her arms got a bit tighter around my neck and I took this as a sign that she liked what I was doing so I moved my hand to cup her breast completely. She was a little startled by that and she started to lift her head off my shoulder, but I just said to myself, "fuck it" and kissed her lips. I pressed my tongue between her lips and she reluctantly opened her mouth. 

We sat on the couch making out like high school kids, my right hand glued to her left breast. I eventually slid my hand under her shirt to get one layer closer to her amazing mounds of flesh. She didn't say anything and neither did I. But I wanted to take her bra off and she knew it. I didn't quite know how I should go about this. It's hard to get a woman's bra off while you're sitting on a couch. 

So I quickly removed my hands from her body and ripped my shirt off. She smiled a little at me, the tears still drying on her face. I stood up and grabbed her hand and pulled her up as well. She immediately started kissing my chest and as much as I wanted to get her shirt and bra off I let her do this for a few minutes. I was pretty damn hard now and my dick was making a tent in my shorts. This was pressing into her hip pretty strongly. 

I leaned down to kiss her neck and spent a minute or two doing this before spinning her around and cupping both of her breasts in my hands pretty roughly. I massaged them through her t-shirt and as I did this, she started pushing her ass back into my cock. I quickly slid my hands down to the tail of the t-shirt and lifted it up to her neck. She raised her arms in quiet consent and the shirt was finally on the floor. 

I love looking at a woman's tits in a bra and as we stood in the living room I could see our reflection in the window which acted like a mirror since it was now dark outside. I continued to kiss her neck, with my eyes open, mainly so I could watch her cleavage as I played enthusiastically with her gorgeous tits. She was wearing a white bra, open across the tops of her breasts and they were just as awesome as I could have imagined. She kept pushing her ass back on my dick and I obliged by pressing back into her and we stood like that, swaying back and forth, dry fucking if you will for a good 10 minutes. 

By this time, my dick was raging. She had kept her hands on my hips occasionally moving them over my ass during this time. Before I went for the bra I wanted to give her something as a distraction. So I quickly removed my hands from those massive tits and undid my shorts, sliding them and my boxers off my hips. My cock sprang free and because she was so tentative I took her left hand and immediately moved it to my cock, where she promptly began stroking me. It didn't take long for pre-cum to begin oozing out of me. I turned her face toward me and buried my tongue in her mouth, and she eagerly kissed me back. 

Now it was time. I moved my hands to the clasp of her bra and began working on it. Because her tits were so big and heavy she was wearing a bra with 3 hooks. The first one was the easiest to undo and they were harder to get after that. That last hook might have come off on its own. The damn thing was probably holding 10 pounds worth of tit flesh by itself! I felt her tits sag as the last one came undone and I slid the straps off her shoulders. 

Usually I'm pretty gentle with a woman's tits, but because it had been so long since I'd been laid and because I sensed how vulnerable this woman was and how I needed to be aggressive, lest she change her mind about this very taboo thing that we were doing, I felt I should let her know I was in control. So I kneaded those beauties between my hands like there was no tomorrow. Her nipples were extended and I could tell she'd breast fed her kids. Her areola were enormous, maybe 4 inches across and I was salivating over the prospect of nursing on them. All the while I played my tongue around her mouth, my eyes open the whole time to watch her glorious breasts roll beneath my fingers.

Every once in awhile I caught our reflection in the window and smiled at myself. What can I say? This was pretty hot. The arousal was building and I knew that I was going to cum eventually so I had a choice. Should I sit her down on the couch and try and get her to suck me off or should I go for the whole sha-bang? I hadn't made a move for her pussy and didn't know how she'd react. Although at this point, it seemed she was pretty willing to let me call the shots. 

I made my decision and grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bedroom. She hadn't said a word this whole time and I hadn't either. Usually I like to talk a little during sex. Anyway, when we got to the bedroom I started kissing her aggressively face to face now. Her breasts were mashed against my chest and they felt great. I ran my hands over her ass, clad in those loose-fitting summer shorts. I squeezed her ample butt cheeks which made her gasp again, and then moved my hands to the front and undid the button. I dropped to my knees pulling her shorts and panties with me as I went. 

I was thrilled to find her pussy both shaved and wet. I picked her leg up and put it over my shoulder while I went to work lapping at her clit. This drove her crazy and for the first time since we had gotten it on, she started talking. "oh my God" she said over and over. I suspected she hadn't been touched in a long time. I loved looking up at her tits while I licked her pussy; they looked just as good from underneath, lol. After a minute she took one of her hands and began playing with her nipple. She didn't last long, and squirted her first orgasm on my face. I lapped it up and stood up and kissed her hard, forcing her to lick her juices off my face. 

I pushed her back on the bed and held her legs up and knelt between them. Missionary isn't my favorite position but I wanted to watch her tits bounce around while I fucked her. My cock sticks straight up and so I pointed the shaft down and rubbed the head up and down her slit for a minute, coating my cock with her juices. I like pentetrating a woman right after she cums. Her puss is soaking wet and makes a great smacking sound while you thrust. I pushed the head past her labia and leaned over her to get myself fully into her. I'm only about 6 ½ inches but because my dick sticks straight up, it was straining pretty hard against her clit from the position I'd entered her.

I started thrusting, pretty slow at first, sliding my hands up and down her flanks. A few times, when I felt myself getting close to cumming I stopped pumping her and leaned down to suckle one of those gorgeous nipples. Then I got back up and started pumping her again. I used my thumb to rub her clit, which she clearly loved. I felt her cum again and she squirted over my stomach and onto hers. This really turned me on and I decided it was time to end the torture for myself. 

I let go of her legs and lay down on top of her to get my full weight into each thrust. Like I said, I love fucking a pussy right after orgasm and she'd had two, so she was absolutely soaked. I positioned myself as high up on her hips as possible, immersing my full length in her and began to thrust. She had her feet flat on the bed and I wanted her to rotate her hips a little more so I told her to wrap her legs around my back. She complied immediately and this really opened her up to my thrusts. As I said, she had a pretty plump ass so I was really able to drive her pussy with force. The feeling was amazing. Her pussy was loose and soaked and her walls were massaging my shaft like crazy. our bodies made a "smacking" and "juicing" sound every time I thrusted, because our stomachs & genitals were so wet. 

I felt that familiar heat building in my balls and quickened my pace. I lay my chest firmly against hers and slid my left hand under her right ass cheek to gain a bit more leverage for my thrusts and entered the home stretch. I couldn't take it any more and cried out, "Oh God, I'm cumming!" Lame, maybe. But I wanted her to know it. "oh my God," she said as she felt my heat rush into her. 5, 10 good bursts of semen filled her hungry cunt as I ground the base of my shaft against her labia, which were squeezing me back, milking every drop from me. 

I collapsed on top of her and she stroked my back while my cock settled down. We lay like that for a good 3-4 minutes, her massive breasts keeping me from going completely limp. 

The night wasn't over...

***My relationship with Cheryl continued for many months and got far more adventurous. However, if readers feel as though I took advantage of this woman, then I won't continue to write. I think we both look back on that period of time with great fondness and I think we both really needed what the other provided. Responses are welcome. This is the first time I have ever written anything.



Unexpected Encounter



I'm a 42 year old professional woman, reasonably pretty, with very long, straight, dark hair. In my late teens and early twenties I had a fairly wild time, but since then I've settled down a bit, and been in a couple of long term relationships, though I've never married - that final commitment just isn't my thing. These days I'm carrying about 20lbs more than I should, though I don't look too bad overall. Let's just say that I don't have a shortage of offers from the opposite sex, which does my ego good even though I seldom take advantage of any of the opportunities! 

However, one unexpected encounter I did have about 2 years ago made such a mark on me that I felt I just had to write about it.

I was away at a major conference in the US, along with a number of colleagues, including a few from one of our local affiliates. I'd vaguely noted that one of the men was rather attractive, but as Stephen was some 7-8 years younger than me, I thought no more about it. However, that night, as I was in the bar after the conference dinner, he came over to talk and we ended up chatting for ages, and getting on really well. It got to about 1am, and we decided to call it a night, downed our drinks and both headed for the lift. I pressed the button for my floor, and had to insert my key to activate the button - I'd been lucky enough to be allocated a room on the executive floor. This occasioned a bit of teasing about how come I'd managed to get a 'posh' room - were those for Head Office people only - and what was the difference in the room facilities? The lift stopped at his floor and he bent over to give me what I expected would be a brief goodnight kiss on the cheek - which turned into something more. The lift doors closed again and we arrived at my floor, with me slightly bemused at what had just happened! 

"I'd like to see the difference in the rooms..." Stephen suggested. 

Was I going to fall for that one? Well, my reckless side got the better of me, so I stifled my doubts and conscience, twined my fingers in his and led him down the hallway to my room. 

Once inside and the door closed, Stephen wasted no time in taking me into his arms again, and we kissed whilst his hands undid my trousers. They fell to the floor and he disengaged from me long enough for him to pull my top over my head and unclip my bra. I'd just about managed to unbutton his shirt and unbuckle his belt by then, so he completed undressing himself whilst I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of the rest of my clothing. Then I looked at him again, my eyes were drawn down to his cock, and I think my jaw must have dropped. He was bigger than I'd expected, not so much in length - he was probably about 8", but he was wonderfully thick, and as I reached forward to caress his cock, my hand was nowhere near closing around his shaft.

I couldn't help it, I dropped to my knees to kiss and suck his beautiful cock. I licked him from base to tip and sucked the head and as much as I could of his cock but there was no way I could take all of him into my mouth.

Stephen grabbed the back of my head and started to fuck my mouth, thrusting the blunt head of his cock against the back of my throat, making me gag and struggle to breathe. Suddenly, he withdrew from my mouth, pulled me up from the floor, and pushed me face down onto the bed. I felt the bed move as he knelt behind me, and spread my legs. He pulled my hips up until I was on my hands & knees, and he could see my wet and swollen pussy lips. The rough handling was obviously turning me on, and I was more than ready to be well fucked.

Oh god, he was so big! His cock felt so wonderful as, with no more preparation, he thrust it deep into my pussy, stretching me all at once, hitting my cervix and making me cry out in shock. Fortunately I was so aroused and wet that there was only minimal pain at the rough entry. He thrust in and out, the angle of the penetration stimulating me beyond belief. There's something about being fucked from behind that really turns me on, I think it's the vulnerability of the position, about knowing that the man fucking you is in complete control. All I could do was kneel there, my head buried in the pillow, and take the rough thrusts of his huge cock, and it felt so wonderful that I found myself begging him not to stop and to fuck me even harder. His thrusting brought me to orgasm, and I came harder than I'd ever come before, and as he continued to fuck me it felt as though I was coming again and again, my now sore pussy contracting around his hard cock. 

Stephen thrust as deep as he could inside me and leant down across my back. "You're such a dirty bitch that I'm going to fuck you in the ass" he hissed in my ear.

I felt my belly clench in fear. I'd been sodomised by a few men in the past, and though I'd thoroughly enjoyed my previous experiences, I knew there was always some pain involved with the initial penetration and stretching. Stephen's cock was twice as thick as any cock I'd taken up my ass before and so I was terrified and yet desperately aroused as I anticipated him thrusting his cock roughly into my rectum.

He withdrew from my wet pussy and I felt the massive, blunt head of his cock nudge between the cheeks of my ass, and then press against my anal pucker. He gripped my hips tightly and forced the head of his cock into my anus with one vicious thrust.

I cried out in agony as I felt my anal ring tear, the pain and burning making my knees go weak. I instinctively tried to pull away, but Stephen had obviously expected that and simply pulled me back onto his cock. He forced his cock further into me, stretching my rectum beyond belief and then, without a pause to let me adjust, rammed his cock in until I could feel his balls tight up against my pussy. The agony of being fully impaled on his massive cock was unbelievable, it felt like I had been ripped apart, and I couldn't move, only moan helplessly. He drew back, making me cry out again in pain as the base of the head of his cock stretched my anal ring again. Just before popping out completely, he drove his cock violently back into my anus, and then began to thrust in and out of my violated rectum. My head and upper body had dropped to the bed, and I gripped the sheets desperately and cried and whimpered each time Stephen rammed into me, it felt as though the head of his cock was hitting a barrier deep in my bowels, bruising my insides. 

Stephen let go of my hips and grabbed my buttocks, spreading them as far apart as he could so he could drive deeper into me. I screamed with agony as the wide base of his cock tore my anus even further while the head of his cock ripped past the barrier inside me, entering where no man had ever been before, his cock causing excruciating pain with each brutal thrust.

I kept expecting the pain to subside as the pleasure built, but this time, probably because Stephen's cock was so big, and the initial entry had been so violent, the pain never went away, but became part of the ecstasy of the experience. I felt complete submission to this man who was ramming his massive cock roughly in and out of my bowels, giving me more pain and pleasure than I'd ever imagined possible. I suddenly realised that I was moaning with lust and desire and I began to push back against his vicious thrusts, accepting his huge cock as deeply as possible into my bowels.

"You love it don't you" Stephen crowed. "You must be a slut, as only sluts like it hard up the ass." 

"Oh god yes!" I moaned, "Fuck my ass and make me beg, like the slut I am."

Yes, I moaned and begged for him to continue sodomising me, shocked and horrified at my desire and my acceptance of the violation. But gradually the pain overwhelmed me again, and just as I thought I couldn't take any more, Stephen ripped his cock out of my anus, flipped me over onto my back and knelt astride me. My eyes were drawn inexorably to his majestic erection, streaked with blood from my anus and rectum. He fisted his cock, gave it a few rubs, and then came all over my face and breasts. He collapsed beside me, panting and sweaty.

I lay there with him, my head spinning, marked with his semen, my pussy well-fucked and sore, and my anus & rectum torn and burning from his violent penetration. All I knew at that moment was that, despite the pain, I would want Stephen to fuck me in the ass again.



Unexpected Encounter



Sylvia hated the fact she was late finishing work, it meant an hour's journey on what she called "the sardine tin". She normally finished at 4pm, the underground was still busy but she always managed to grab a seat. Now it was 5.15, she was being sucked along with the throng of people all heading for Liverpool street station. 

Sylvia was 44, had been married 24 years with 2 boys both over 21. 

Life had become boring; social life wasn't very good and as for her sex life well forget it. Her husband Richard hadn't noticed her like that in 5 years; in fact looking back it was always her that initiated their love making, even that was nothing to write home about. Always the same position, same 5 minutes of foreplay, if the whole thing lasted 10 minutes she considered herself lucky. 

She always wanted to try other things but was worried what Richard might think. So she just went with the flow but now it seemed the flow had been turned off!

Work wasn't much better, she worked in the accounts department for an international insurance agent. Her career had taken the same path as her marriage, as she termed the phrase "same shit different day".

Sylvia was in good shape, the sort of hour glass figure that most men drool over, maybe her hips had expanded slightly but it only seemed to enhance her figure and at 5' 9" she could add a few pounds without worrying too much. She didn't work out but was always pottering in the garden, which managed to keep her in nicely shape. 

It was the middle of July; Sylvia had changed out of her business suit and put her summer dress on, that way she could pop it into the dry cleaners when she arrived at Ongar. When she finally reached the platform for the central line train, it was as she had expected, crammed full of rush hour commuters, the first train came and went without her managing to squeeze on 

When the next arrived, she didn't even feel her feet move as she was swept on to the train, everyone jostling for position. Sylvia managed to get to the other side of the tube, standing in front of a young guy of about 25, at least on this side she wouldn't have to keep moving when they arrived at a stop, because the doors only opened on the other side for the rest of her journey. There hardly seemed enough room to breath. The train started pulling out of the station, with the usual rocking motion. 

Sylvia was crushed against the young man behind her, she couldn't swear it but she was sure she could feel the outline of the man's cock pushing against her backside, as the train rocked merrily along, she felt it grow larger and nestle itself between her buttocks, then she had no doubt what it was she had nowhere to move and just resigned herself to have the intruding object there until the train emptied out a little. She didn't for one minute think it was done purposely; she just presumed he was a typical young guy maybe thinking of what he would do to his girlfriend when he got home! "Lucky girlfriend" she thought. 

They went through 3 stations and nothing changed except Sylvia was starting to get wet, as the guys cock was gentle rocking up and down her arse crack it was sending tingling messages directly between her legs and horror hit her mind that she was getting sexually aroused by someone as young as her son. She could actually smell her arousal and wondered if anyone else could. 

The train pulled into the next station and seemed to gain a bit more space, not a lot just an inch or two. She felt the guy behind her move slightly and could no longer feel the prominent bulge pushing into her, she breathed a sigh of relief but also felt a little sad, after all it was the nearest she got to any kind of sex in a long time and boy had she missed that. 

Deep down she wished the guy had become turned on by her backside pushing against him. No sooner had the thought escaped her imagination, she felt something brush along the cheek of her bum and knew instantly it was his finger tips It sent a shiver right between her legs and she felt sure her juice were beginning to trickle down the inside of her thigh, she clutched her business suit to her stomach, hoping maybe that would filter the scent of her arousal. 

She felt his finger tips trace along her panty line but in a way that felt natural with the train movement, she carried on thinking it was an accident until she felt the palm of his hand cup her left buttock, she thought she would orgasm right then. Subconsciously she pushed against his palm and the young man got bolder, sliding his palm down the outside of her leg, stopping at the hem of her summer dress. 

When his finger tips touched her bare flesh, Sylvia's whole body shuddered, she scanned all around the carriage to see if anyone noticed but they were all either engrossed in their books, newspaper or nodding along to their mp3 players. The stranger's fingers crept slowly up the inside of her thigh. Sylvia inched her legs apart to give the stranger an unobstructed path until he reached the edge of her underwear. she knew he could feel how wet her panties were. slowly he started running his index finger along her panties pushing the material into her wet folds. Sylvia thought she was going to faint with desire, she had to muster all her willpower not to scream out YES! 

So much was going through Sylvia's mind as her invisible lover slowly penetrated her wet folds, his fingertip expertly tracing up and down her lips, when he rolled her clit with his thumb and forefinger, she thought her legs would give way. She was biting down on her bottom lip, eyes tight shut as she could feel his fingers doing their magic. Neither of them even noticed as the train pulled in and out of the stops. Next she felt him lift her skirt clear of her backside, with his other hand he, pulled her sodden panties to one side. He pushed two fingers inside her, what he did next she couldn't believe, he pulled his two soaked fingers out of her dripping flesh and started rubbing them around her anus, nobody had ever touched her there but she didn't want him to stop. 

The way she felt right now she would let him do anything to her; all common sense had long gone. She felt him gently probing her anus and she started to push back on his finger, feeling it slowly inch its way into her virgin arse and then it was gone, she felt annoyed, upset, empty, she wanted him to push it back in.

Sylvia felt him fumbling around behind her, and then she felt his hand on hers as he gently pulled her hand behind her back, her fingers touched his cock and she could feel the moisture on the tip of his cock! Sylvia slid her fingers gently down the length of his cock, marvelling at the size of it and how hot it felt then she had to grip back onto the handrail as the train gave a slight shudder. As soon as she grabbed the handrail, Sylvia felt his cock nudge between her cheeks. 

"Oh my god" screamed through her mind, He was going to fuck her there and then on a packed commuter train and she wanted it, yearned for it... My god she thought, I've turned into a slut, her I am letting a stranger fuck me on a tube train. As he edged inside her she had to stifle a moan. Inch by inch he slowly pushed inside her. Sylvia thought he would never stop filling her wet juicy hole. When she felt his balls push against her arse she started Cumming. She felt his cock grow immense and knew he was pumping his seed into her. They stayed locked together until he went limp and slid from between her lips. She felt him pull her panties back into place and her dress fall back covering her arse. When the train pulled into the next station, he whispered "thank you" into her ear and pushed passed and got off the train. Sylvia was still busy coming down from her orgasm to even catch a glimpse of her secret lover. 

She arrived home still in a daze, opened her handbag for her keys and noticed a business card, that she knew wasn't there before. A smile came to her face and a tingle between her legs, as she pondered not if but when she would call... 



Unexpected Encounter





AUTHOR'S NOTE:

1. This is an installment in the collaborative series called 'The Erotic Exploits of Exquisite Elaine', and contains the writing of more than one author. This one is posted by user tcwild100; but contains the words of another user to add both color and substance to the story. 

2. This is a work of fantasy/fiction with absolutely no basis anywhere other than my mind. Having said that, it is inspired by a fellow Literotican whose identity will become clear. I hope you enjoy.... 





Unexpected Encounter



"For later." I replied, walking toward her. In that position I could see the crotch of her panties peeking out between her beautiful legs. I knelt behind her and buried my face in her warmth, nuzzling the heat of her loins. "Oh... my.. God..." I whispered hoarsely.

"It's Elaine!" she giggled, wriggling her hips. Then she gently pulled herself away and sat at the edge of the bed. "Want me?" she asked, a glint in her eyes. 

Rather than answering, I began to unbutton my shirt; but was interrupted when she reached out and pulled me closer. "Allow me sir." she whispered, her fingers making quick work of the buttons before moving lower to unfasten my khakis. Then her hands took the shirt off and dropped the pants, which I stepped out of. "We can leave these for later." she said, snapping the waistband of my boxers before her fingers again grazed my cock. 

I picked her up and took her place on the bed, smiling up at her beautiful face. "My turn." I said, unfastening the buttons on her blouse and finding the zipper on her short skirt. My hands pushed aside the flimsy blouse as I moved my face to her chest, gently teasing her nipples through the lace cups before unclasping the garment to allow them freedom. "Oh goodness, these are beautiful lady." I whispered, kissing each nipple one more time without the bra. Then I pulled the blouse and bra from her body and tugged her skirt down over her knees. 

Elaine anticipated correctly, and turned around without losing contact with my hands. "Up close and personal, as requested sir." she said, bending forward to push her gorgeous ass closer to my face. She laughed softly, jiggling her fabulous rear. "I hope you're not disappointed!" she added. 



(Elaine adds...)

I never felt so naughty and so aroused before! I can feel my clit throbbing and feel myself very wet. Wondering if i should end this madness with my husband Joe in the back of my mind but at the same time i also wanted to enjoy and savor this feeling of pure lust. Knowing what was about to happen was taboo and so wrong perhaps even added to my excitement ..... with that thought i simply bent down and raised my rear, teasing him.



I grasped her hips, twisting her around and laying her down on the bed. Without thinking and with no hesitation I positioned her flat on her belly on the bed, her head resting on the pillows with her long dark curls flowing over her shoulders and back. She moaned softly when my fingers began massaging her neck. I straddled her hips for better leverage and worked my hands down each arm, tugging on each slender finger before returning to her back. I worked my magic fingers down her spine, spreading the motion toward her sides. Her little mewls of pleasure were music, the first movement of the evenings symphony. 

My fingers carefully avoided her cheeks and the sensitive flesh between her legs and I kneaded my way down one thigh to that knee, leaning forward to plant a little nibble behind it. Then her calf got the treatment as I approached what I had found to be one of the most sensitive erogenous zones – her foot. My fingers pressed hard on the arch, bringing a more intense moan from deep inside her. I kissed her heel, then traced my tongue along the edge of her foot until I took the first toe into my mouth. Her body trembled with each toe, my fingers tracing her calves up to the back of her knees. I moved to the other foot and gave it the same treatment, kissing the heel and tracing the side to her toes. Again her body trembled with each toe, her moans growing more intense. I worked my way up her other calf to the knee, again planting a wet kiss in that sensitive area before kneading the flesh of her thigh. 

This time I didn't avoid her cheeks, nor the heat of her crotch. My fingers deftly peeled aside the crotch of her panties and began gently teasing the soft folds while my lips and tongue covered her buttocks with kisses and licks. Her pussy was so wet by this time, the first finger slipped inside with ease. "Ohgawdddd..." she moaned softly, her hips writhing slowly against my finger. With the other hand I tugged the thong from between her cheeks to reveal her little pink rosebud, and teased at the little opening with my tongue. That sent shivers through her entire body, and I slipped a second finger into the wet heat of her cunt. "Ohhhhhh... yesssss.... Ahhh........ I love it...." Elaine moaned, her hips pushing upward. I dipped my head down and plunged my tongue into her pussy, my nose pressing against her little ring. I could feel the quivering of her sweet body; but this wasn't going to end this way. 

I slowly pulled away, trailing my tongue down the inside her thigh as her body tried to trap my head against her crotch. I gave her butt an affectionate slap and tugged her panties down and over her feet. "Other side honey." I told her, grasping her hips and rolling her onto her back. 

She ended up with her legs parted wide, a big grin on her face. "Okay." she giggled. I shook my head at her. 

"You are such a hot little wench." I told her. 

"And you wouldn't have it any other way, I'll bet." Elaine replied, squirming her backside against the sheets. 

"No, I wouldn't." I said, kneeling down to suck each nipple into my mouth until they were hard, rolling them in my mouth with my tongue. "You are just delicious honey." I said. "But we are in the middle of a massage." I added, pushing her legs together with my knees as I straddled her hips again. She reached down and slipped her fingers inside my fly, lightly stroking my erection as she looked into my eyes. I pulled my hips back and gave her a scowl. "You just wait young lady." I scolded, laughing loudly.  

"Awwww.... Do I have to?" she asked. 

"Yes." I said. My fingers worked their magic on her neck and shoulders and she closed her eyes. Again I worked the lithe flesh of her arms before tracing the edges of her breasts, watching the nipples get even stiffer without touching them. Again the soft mewls of passion escaped her throat as I worked my hands down her sides and over her belly. I leaned forward and followed the path of my fingers, this time using my lips and tongue. Her moans began to sound more like squeals as I got close to the little mound just above her pleasure center. I lifted one knee and slipped it between hers, letting her legs part slightly. Then I moved the other one and watched as the pink folds came into view. Kneeling between her legs I slipped my fingers behind her knees and pulled them upward, then traced her inner thighs with my tongue, teasing at the sensitive flesh of her pussy. "Mmmmmm..." I moaned with my mouth just above her sex. 

"Ohgawdddd.... Please.... Don't tease me...." Elaine begged. Then she reached her hands behind my head and pulled my face into the open maw of her cunt. Once there she used her hands to pull her knees back against her chest, splaying the plane of her cunt and ass wide for my exploration. I didn't... couldn't disappoint her, my tongue twirling around her clit while my index finger slipped inside and pulled back to find her spot. For a good forty minutes I made sweet oral love to her delicious pussy, eventually sliding a well-lubricated finger into the puckered ring of her anus. I sensed when she was about to cum at least a half-dozen times, slowing the pace to hold her just short of her climax each time. Quite suddenly the clenching of her sphincter said this was going to be it, and I hung on as my sweet friend began bucking her hips up against my face, her snug little butt squeezing at my finger. 

"OhGAWDDDD....OHMYGAWDDD...OH....MY...FUCKING....GAWDDD!" she howled, her pussy gushing it's sweet fluids into my mouth as I sucked at her throbbing nub. Her hands pulled at my ears, grinding my face against her wetness as her back arched in twitching ecstasy. I gradually slowed the pace of my titillations, letting her body soak in the passion. Slowly her orgasm subsided, the spasms diminished, and she finally let go of my head. I kissed her pussy, then each thigh before kneeling up and taking in the glow. 

"You are so fucking beautiful Elaine." I told her, still kneeling between her legs. 

She smiled weakly, looking back at me through somewhat glazed but still beautiful eyes. "Thank you sir." she giggled softly, still unable to move. 

"Let's see what's on this cart hun!" I suggested, climbing off the bed. 

Walking up to the cart I lifted the first cover to find a half dozen oysters, each with its own shell, and on ice. "Mmmm.. Care for an oyster hun?" I asked, not waiting for an answer. I lifted the second where there was a variety of fresh fruit in bowls – again on ice. Strawberries, cherries, pineapple, mandarin, and mango were all on the menu. The champagne was a pretty standard vintage and vintner for the area. Elaine was still lying on her back, her breathing back to normal, watching me. She waved and gave me a smile. I rolled the cart over to the bed and joined her, popping open the bubbly and pouring each of us a glass. Then I dropped a strawberry in each glass and handed her one. 

"Why thank you kind sir!" she said, giggling. She took the strawberry from her glass and pushed it between her lips, suckling at the juicy fruit as if it were... something else. Her eyes were on me the whole time. "Mmmm.... Delicious." Elaine whispered, raising her eyebrows as she nibbled the berry. When she finished eating, she clinked her glass against mine. "To Lit and new friends." she toasted with a smile and a wink.

I returned both the smile and the wink. "To new friends thanks to Lit." I said, taking a long sip of the wine. "Hmmm... not bad for a New England vineyard." I laughed. Then I took my strawberry and leaned toward her still spread legs. I pushed the berry between the luscious lips of her pink, twisting it to coat the fruit with her juices and watching her face as I did it. She began with a naughty smile that steadily grew warmer as I worked the strawberry just inside her folds. I gently withdrew it and put it to my lips, savoring the delicious combination of strawberry and Elaine's pussy. "Oh wow!" I exclaimed. "Now that is a delicacy hun. Care for a taste?" I asked, taking a small bite and holding it out toward her. To my surprise she leaned to capture the berry between her lips, sucking on the outside before taking a small bite. 

"Mmmm... that is good!" Elaine said. "Do I really taste that good?" she asked, giggling. 

"Absolutely; but of course the berry does add something in this case." I replied, taking another bite. "Damn that's good!" I finished the first berry and grabbed a piece of pineapple, dropping it into my glass. 

"Did you say something about oysters?" Elaine asked, sitting up on her haunches. 

"Yes I did, would you like one?" I asked, lifting the cover. 

"Or more..." she replied. "I heard they're an aphrodisiac." she giggled.

"Like we need that!" I laughed. "Tobasco?" I offered.

"Of course. Can't have cold oysters that aren't hot!" she chuckled. 

I poured a splash of the pepper sauce on one and handed her the small plate with a cocktail fork. "My dear..." 

"Mmm... thanks hun." She dug in and finished the delicious morsel in a single bite, then had another sip of champagne. She smiled at me. "I am soooooo naughty, aren't I?" she asked. 

I looked into her eyes, still a bit glazed from her pleasure. "Honey, yes you are naughty. No question about it. So am I, and we're just both lucky we have this opportunity to explore together." I told her. "And I am unbelievably lucky to be living this fantasy." I added, giving her a soft smile.

"Awwww... that is soooo sweet Rob. Gosh, I don't quite know what to say." Elaine replied, wriggling her way to the edge of the bed where I sat. "I don't know that anyone has told me that in person." she said softly, kissing my shoulder.

"And I'm the lucky bastard who has that chance." I replied. "Wow sweetie." Then we kissed each other – on the lips – for the first time. I didn't let it go too far, pulling away after no more than a few seconds. "Sorry hun." I said softly. 

"Oh no.... it's okay." she told me. "It was me, and it's okay. C'mere..." and she reached over with her hand behind my neck and pulled our lips together to continue the kiss. 

My God, I'm kissing Joe's wife! I thought; but there was no stopping it this time.

We finally broke the kiss, holding each others shoulders and looking in each others eyes. There was no logic, no sense to what had just happened; but we both knew we wanted more. Elaine spoke first. "My turn now lover." she said, pulling at me. "On your belly honey. Time for a little massage." 

I was beyond resisting my own conscience, and laid down as she suggested. My entire body tingled as she straddled my hips. I could feel her wetness on my buttocks as she began kneading my shoulders with her slender fingers. "Mmmmmm..." I moaned softly. She worked her way down my back and arms, tugging my fingers before I felt her swing one leg over to kneel next to me. Following my lead, she avoided the 'sensitive' parts as her hands squeezed and pulled at my muscles, her fingernails tracing lightly over the backs of my knees on her way down to my feet. Then I felt her lips grazing over my skin, first at my calves. Even with that my loins stirred, my cock beginning to stiffen in anticipation. She kissed her way up the back of my legs, her fingers gently rubbing along my inner thighs until they found my tensing organ. "ohhhhhhh..." I moaned. 

Elaine left her fingers there, leaning up to whisper in my ear. "Other side hun?" 

I didn't need another suggestion, and rolled onto my back. Again she threw a leg over me to straddle my torso; but now her wetness was pressed against my rapidly growing dick. She wriggled her hips playfully, smiling down at me as her fingers massaged my neck and shoulders. In moments my cock was fully erect, pressing against her sweet pussy. My hands moved to her hips; but she brushed them away and lifted up. "No-no silly goose. It's not time for that yet." she giggled. "But I'm glad I have his interest." 

She played the same game with me as I had with her, teasing her way down one leg and back up the other. Her lips and tongue traced along the tops of my thighs just as her fingers touched my erection for real, gripping and releasing the shaft. She moaned softly as her tongue drifted from my thigh to my balls, tickling the sensitive orbs as her fingers moved slowly along my length. I tried to relax as much as I could, the thought of what was about to happen filling my mind with concern about Elaine. What about her sense of right and wrong? Would I be spoiling the good thing she has with Joe? I worried – right up to the moment where her lips wrapped around the head of my penis....

"Ohhhhyessss..." I moaned, my hips trying to push more into her mouth. 

"Hmmmmm?" she queried, lifting her mouth free with a lewd plop. "Like that Rob?" she asked, lapping at the underside with long wet strokes of her tongue. Elaine didn't wait for a reply, engulfing nearly all of my hard cock in her warm mouth. 

Her fingers took my testicles and squeezed as her lips rode up and down my organ. I couldn't believe that Exquisite Elaine was sucking my dick. The Asian goddess of Literotica was doing a number on me – and she seemed to be enjoying it. "Ohgawdbaby... So nice... Suck it honey..." I groaned, loving the feel of her mouth as she suckled my meat. Then I needed more, and reached down to lift up her head. "I need to taste you again..." I said hoarsely. She knew exactly what I meant, and swung her lithe form around to straddle my face as she resumed her fellatio. 

The fragrant musk of her sweet pussy was almost too much; but she sensed my twitch and kept me from cumming as I once again worked her warmth with my lips and tongue. I love this position, as it affords me a perfect view of her ass just inches from my face. Elaine's little pink wrinkle was still moist; but I just stared at the opening as I concentrated on her soft folds and stiff little nub. She squirmed a little when I let my fingers drift down the crevice between her cheeks; but I left her anus alone for now, content to watch the clenching of her muscle as I brought her to the edge then pulled her back. Another reason I loved this sixty-nine position was that I could focus on pleasuring my partner, ignoring my own physical sensations in the process. Elaine's delicious pussy made this even easier, as she was so responsive to oral stimulation. Oh, I was definitely enjoying her mouth working on my cock; but I was determined to get her off again before I gave her my seed. 

I felt her tensing again, and moved my tongue up between her folds and out the other end to titillate her perineum – and just a rim around her pulsing little ring – before working my way back through her gushing cunt to suck hard on her clit. She really jumped this time, taking my cock all the way into her throat. Her beautiful body tensed as we both tried to pull her back – but it was too late. "Ohhhgawdddbaby... Ohgawd.. Ohmygawddd... aaaaAAAIIEEEE" she squealed, writhing her hips on my face. Just for affect I placed the tip of my pinky at her sphincter, letting her movement work it just inside her ass. "oh.. oh... OHHHHH... OHHHGAWD... CUMMMMINNGGGG." She growled, pounding my face with her gushing pussy. 

Elaine didn't even wait for her own climax to finish before she jumped off of me and laid down on her back next to me. "FUCK ME." she demanded, a look of pure lust on her lovely face. "FUCK ME NOW!" She reached over and grabbed my cock, using it to pull me between her legs then thrusting her hips upward trying to capture my member inside her. "P-PLEASE!" she pleaded. 

Still in shock, I pushed her knees back to open her up and positioned my cock at the seething entrance. Before I could move Elaine thrust her hips up, burying half of my penis inside her wet pussy. The heat was amazing, hotter than any vagina I'd ever experienced. "Damn... you are so fucking HOT honey!" I told her. She wasn't interested in talk. She wanted cock. Nothing else mattered. She grabbed my hips, digging her fingernails into me as she slammed our bodies together and began gyrating like a wild woman, her vaginal muscles squeezing at my dick on each thrust. We had a good rhythm going, our bodies working as one passion-crazed entity focused on only one thing – a powerful, mind-numbing orgasm. She began cumming almost immediately, her body a mass of twitching muscles and squeals that were music to my ears. I reached down to grasp her lithe hips, pounding my cock into her sweet little body as she spasmed from one peak to the next. 

"Ohkkk... Gawdd... FUCKMEEEE..." she shouted, loud enough I knew the neighbors would hear if they were there. "Cum in my pussy Rob. Cum for me." she begged, her hips bouncing up off the bed as the muscles of her cunt clenched around my cock. It didn't take much after that.

"Ohbaby... ohhhhbaby... oh... I'm gonna cum honey... ohyeah.." I grunted, leaning down to kiss her panting lips. She looked into my eyes and smiled, then gripped my cock with her pussy, ripping the orgasm from my loins. "ohmyGAWDDDD..." I howled, my hips blurring as I emptied my stores into her hot pussy. Thrust after thrust brought more semen, and she kept clenching those muscles and writhing those hips until I couldn't move any more and collapsed on top of her. "Damn Elaine..." I whispered hoarsely. 

Her hands gently stroked up and down my back as my breathing returned to normal. Once I recovered, I slowly rolled myself off of her and lay next to her on the bed. My cock was still hard; but quite satisfied for the moment. 

Continued?