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A Brief Encounter

By: ScarlettAmbyr



Skye lay on her bed, permission granted from Mistress to pleasure herself for part of the evening, after having removed her clothes. Her large and perfectly shaped breasts and her wet pussy were thankful to be free from clothes. She moved onto her hands and knees first so that Mistress could approve her freshly shaved pussy. Skye had missed some spots two days before and had received quite a spanking in return. She tried very hard that day to make sure she had gotten herself smooth, Mistress liked it smooth and wet. 

The wet part was never difficult to arrange, Skye spent 95 percent of her days walking around wet knowing that at any given moment Mistress would demand something of her and that she would willingly oblige whatever task it was Mistress asked of her. Mistress ran her fingers over Skye's pussy, careful not to even place a tip of one inside of her much to Skye's displeasure.

She was horny and while she never minded the toys Mistress wanted her to play with, Skye loved it when she used her fingers inside her best. Satisfied with her shaving job, Mistress took out the toys Skye was to use for that evening. The first was a large jelly dildo, it was a new one Mistress had bought for her. Skye wasn't certain that it would fit it was so thick but she was anxious to try it if only to please Mistress. The second toy was a smaller, harder dildo and Skye knew this was meant for her ass. She could take larger, but tonight it was not to be. Skye was a little disappointed by the size of the second dildo, she loved to have both of her holes filled. Mistress then pulled out two clothespins, the last of that evening’s toys and set them on the bed for Skye to be able to reach them.

Skye closed her eyes, knowing that Mistress was sitting in her chair watching her intently. She ran her fingers over her tits, bending her head down to take each nipple into her mouth flicking it back and forth with her tongue to make them even more erect than they were. Her pussy was getting wetter from her toying with her nipples. She slid a hand over her belly and down to her pussy. She played with her pussy, teasing Mistress slightly by rubbing her fingers around her pussy, spreading her lips wide so that Mistress could see inside. Skye waited to put her fingers inside of herself, prolonging the teasing for as long as she could. One by one, though, unable to stop herself any longer she inserted three fingers into her pussy, fucking herself good and hard with them while Mistress looked on.

She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and brought them to her lips, licking them clean. She groaned softly as she tasted her own juices on her fingers. Knowing she was wet enough, she first took the smaller dildo meant for her ass and thrust it in and out of her pussy a few times to get it lubricated. She then positioned herself on her hands and knees again as she inserted the dildo into her ass knowing Mistress liked having a clear view of the toys going in. She was slow and deliberate in thrusting it into her ass, feeling her muscles contract around it as it slid deeper within her ass.

Rolling back onto her back Skye wiggled on the bed for a while working the dildo in and out of her ass with her body’s movements. Her legs were spread wide, giving Mistress a perfect view of the end of the dildo, her pussy and her ass. Skye then began working the monstrosity that was to be her cock for the evening. She licked the length of it, her eyes closed, doing to it just what she’d do to any cock Mistress told her to suck. She slid it into her mouth; deep throating it as best she could and then lowered it to stimulate both of her nipples before she brought it to her pussy. Her back arched and her hips moved off the bed as she started working the mammoth dildo into her pussy. She let out an audible moan as she pushed it further and further into herself. Skye couldn’t believe she could take as much of it as she could, and she loved the feeling of being stretched she was experiencing right now. She wasn’t sure she’d had anything so thick around inside of her before.

"Thank you for the new toy, Mistress," she managed to say in between her audible moans of pleasure. Next came the clothes pins, she played with her nipples again both dildos still inside both of her holes. She wanted to ensure they were good and erect before she clipped the clothespins on. She let out a gasp once she’d closed the first clothespin over its targeted nipple at the conflicting feelings of pleasure and pain running through her. Things Mistress bid her to do usually brought her both; with Mistress pleasure and pain went hand in hand. Skye had known this before giving herself to Mistress and she had never regretted her decision.

Her eyes fell closed; her head and back arched back, her hips raised as she was busy working the huge dildo in and out of her pussy. She wanted to see how much of it she could take now that her pussy had had time to adjust some. The dildo in her ass wasn’t getting as much attention as she would have liked, but she could worry about that later. Suddenly she felt a harsh slap on her clit causing Skye to cry out. Skye opened her eyes to see Mistress standing over her with a cat o'nine tails that she proceeded to use on her clit and pussy lips around the dildo. It was too much for Skye to take with both of her holes filled, her nipples clothes-pinned and now the pressure on her clit of the leather strips flogging her. "Oh, Mistress, I'm going to cum." Mistresses’ floggings to her clit increased in tempo and in intensity, which Skye took as permission to come. It was a good thing too because Skye came hard. She lay still for a moment, feeling her pussy contract around the dildo inside of it and the one in her ass felt so good as it always did after she’d come. "Thank you, Mistress," Skye murmured softly still coming down from the good orgasm.

Mistress had returned to her chair by now. She demanded Skye lay on her belly with her legs together on the bed with only the large dildo in her pussy. Skye removed the dildo from her ass; a regretful groan escaped her lips once it had come out. She then did as she had been bid. She lay there like that for some time; the anticipation of what was yet to come was both arousing and frightening.

Suddenly she felt hands on her back along her waist, caressing her in a possessive almost predatory way. A gag was placed in her mouth, which Skye objected to only briefly. She knew she had little choice in what was done to her, so there was no point in arguing. Rough fingers fondled her nipples and breasts, which were overly sensitive just then due to the clothespins having been on them. Skye had always liked having her nipples played with roughly, so she enjoyed and was aroused by the rough treatment they received. And then the hands were at her clit and her ass roughly poking and prodding her. Whoever it was, Skye was not allowed to look at her partner when in this position, he was there to cause her pain.

They roughly pushed their fingers into her ass causing Skye’s head to fall back slightly. The gag prevented her gasp from being heard. She had no idea how many fingers he had inside of her ass, fucking her ass raw, but she knew it was at least two. As rough as he was Skye’s ass was already somewhat loose from the dildo that had been in it earlier so it didn’t take much for her to start enjoying it.

The fingers were removed almost as roughly as they had been inserted into her and were replaced with a cock in one swift, deep and hard motion causing Skye to cry out quietly through the gag in her mouth. Her reward for her outcry was a series of swats to her ass by the earlier used cat o’nine tails. This and her head was roughly pulled back by her hair.

Mistress' voice spoke from somewhere in the room, presumably her chair. "You are not to make a sound when you're in this position you little slut." More spanking followed her words. "No looking, no sounds; you know the rules, Skye." Mistress laughed. "I'm giving you what you deserve, slut, to be fucked like a bitch in heat. That's all that you are, don't think I don't know that."

The man’s thrusts became harder, pounding into her ass as if inspired and aroused by Mistress’ little show until finally he came and pulled off her. "You can lie down on your back now, slut."

Skye did as she was told; Mistress stood over her and removed the gag from her mouth. "That's all for you tonight, slut."

Skye nodded her head numbly; her ass still recovering from the violation that just occurred. She removed the dildo still in her pussy groaning softly as she heard her pussy make a wet, sucking sound as the head popped out.

She spread her arms to her sides so that Mistress could put the restraints on her wrists; she no longer restrained her legs. Mistress left the room, turning off the light and closing the door behind her as Skye lay there a load of fresh come seeping from her ass making the sheets beneath her wet.

A Brief Encounter



I was drinking a coffee in the college refectory after delivering my first of a series of talks and workshops on the art of writing erotica, when I felt rather than saw, her looking at me. 

I looked across to where she was two tables away, sitting with a group of other women, all aspiring writers I surmised, but she was not a part of the group - I was the sole focus of her interest.

She was a brunette, a bit flat chested, but most certainly attractive – and a wide generous mouth of the sort I always find sexy. I did not have any other lectures that day.

I returned her frank stare - holding eye contact with her. Her lips parted, her tongue sensuously flickered across them. I got to my feet and picked up my bag. Signalling her with the slightest inclination of my head, a wink and a movement of my eyes in the direction of the door. Without waiting for her to acknowledge my summons, I strode out of the refectory. In the lobby I stopped by a notice board turned and watched the doors, seconds later she came through them.

"My room is probably better than yours," I placed an arm around her and led the way to the accommodation block where the Summer School tutors and lecturers had been allocated rooms.

As we walked she told me that her name was Ginnie. To this piece of information I quipped, “I hope you're not!” and she dutifully laughed.

I closed the door behind us and adopting the direct approach asked, “have you read any of my books?”

“No.”

“What do you know about BDSM?”

I knew she was hooked when she looked me in the eye and without hesitation replied, “I have never tried it if that is what you mean.”

“Are you willing to experiment?”

“Yes I'll try anything, but what happens if I don't like it?”

“You say we stop and that is the end. To be absolutely frank with you Ginnie straight sex, what is sometimes called Vanilla does no more for me than a wank.”

“Are you always so direct?”

I grinned, “do you always make, 'take me eyes' at strange men?”

“Touché,” she laughed. “So what happens now? Are you going to paddle my backside or flog me with a whip or something like that?”

“No I am not. Pain can be and often is part of a BDSM scene, but for me it is only a part of the whole. The essential thing is submission and trust. You submit to my will and trust that I would not do to you or order you to do anything that was really dangerous.” I paused, getting started is sometimes a problem and so it was now. “Ginnie hold the hem of your skirt and lift it above your head so you expose yourself to me.”

Nice legs, trim flat stomach – no Venus but then I am no Adonis I thought as I glanced at her pantyhose and panties. “Lower your skirt.” She had a nice face when she smiled and that big mouth was begging to be filled. “OK now I want you to go to your room, take off the pantyhose and your panties – when you return only wear a garter belt and stockings. No panties, I want you naked under your skirt.”

“Are you serious?” I saw the doubt in her eyes.

“Ginnie this is lesson one, I would not instruct you to do something if I did not mean it. Now go and do as you have been told.”

Once Ginnie had gone out of the door I began to prepare the room. I took out the toys from the metal photographers case I always kept them in. I washed and disinfected the two vibrators and the butt plug, although at this stage I did not know if I would use them. On the bed I laid the Cat-o'-Nine-Tails, a paddle and the school cane – next to them I placed the handcuffs and the spreader bar. I set up my tape recorder.

I looked at my watch - she had been gone about five minutes. If she came back, she would do whatever I asked her to do, within reason, and if she did not come back I had expended very little time or energy.

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From Ginnie's Journal Like many others I had some misgivings when I arrived at the summer school and saw on the time table a slot entitled, The Art of writing erotica. Was this some sort of a rip-off, maybe porn writers are cheap to employ? I knew very little about real erotica, the hottest novels I had read were Jacky Collins and Jilly Cooper – the genre that in the eighties were called “Bonkbusters”.

When Don Aretino stepped up to the lectern, he looked like an ordinary man, I don't know what I expected a writer of erotica to look like, but it was not ordinary. 

He used a scanning look that seemed in turn to make eye contact with everyone in the room. “Why write about sex?” he asked, “Answer because I know about it, because I do it, because I am lazy and can do all my research in bed,” this comment got the ice-breaking laughter he had wanted. “And finally I enjoy sex - therefore I enjoy my research. Oh I should have said anyone who is embarrassed by talking about sex, anyone who does not enjoy sex, anyone who cannot spell cock or cunt may if they wish be excused from this module of lectures and workshops.” 

No one stirred – not even the people who earlier had been threatening to boycott his lectures. Personally I was enthralled, he used “Rude Words” so unconsciously that they slipped off his tongue as if they were a natural part of his vocabulary – which I suppose they were.

Something attracted me to him as if I was an iron filing and he was a magnet. Maybe it was his arrogant honesty. After delivering his talk he set up a flip chart and began a workshop on constructing a story line for an erotic story. Pages of the flip chart were covered with Mind Maps. When it was time to end the session he closed the flip chart, “I hope you have made notes, because I shall be using these ideas in future stories. Now there is a lesson for all you aspiring writers – never let an opportunity slip through your fingers.”

In the refectory, when we communicated wordlessly, I knew we were right for each other. I was even more certain in his room. No one has ever told me to stand and lift my dress, yet when he commanded me, I did it. Showing myself like that I felt deliciously naughty – it was an almost childish pleasure. The one thing I did feel was guilt, and the one person I did not want to think about was Tim, for a few weeks during this summer school I was free and I intended to enjoy that freedom.

In my room I put some more make-up on before peeling off the pantyhose and my panties – how did he know I possessed a garter belt and stockings?

Walking along the corridors of the accommodation block, on my way back to his room, I was intensely aware of my nakedness. O.K. It was imagination, but I was sure everyone I passed could see that beneath my skirt I wore nothing but a garter belt and a pair of seamed stockings. I could feel their eyes, feel their heads turning looking after me, seeing my naked butt through my skirt.

As I took each step I knew that I should stop, turn around, return to my room, and put my panties back on. Then pack my bags and drive home away from this temptation away from the act of betrayal I was going to commit – but as if I was possessed by some unseen power I was drawn along that corridor back to him. 

What would he do to me? My imagination ran wild inventing and reinventing different scenarios with every step I took. Was I to be striped and whipped? Would he tie me up? This took my thoughts down another mental alleyway – would he use rope or handcuffs? Constantly one possibility triggered a thought process that conjured another separate yet linked range of possibilities.  The mental maps I constructed in my head as I returned to his room would have filled acres of paper, if only I could have transcribed them – I would learn later, he would have said I should have found some way to do that. 

In some way he had already transformed me. It was as if when he made me lift my skirt and reveal myself he had stripped away my good self, and unlocked some other aspect of me.

This side of me was not totally unknown, I had often enjoyed the danger of flirting with men, but until today I had never stepped across the line. Why had I gone with him to his room? - I was not that naïve, I had known going with him would lead to sex. From his earthy lecture and workshop I had known that for him sex was not solely confined to loving relationships. 

This thought drew back the veils from a forgotten period of my own life. Before meeting Tim, in my first two years at university I had enjoyed the freedom the pill had given women. Sex had been a fun thing and I had participated enthusiastically.

Go back now before it is too late, a voice I thought was my conscience urged me as I stood outside his door. 

A single word greeted my knock, “Enter.”

Opening the door I entered the semi darkened room. Standing with his arms folded in the middle of the room, dressed in leather jeans and stripped to the waist he cut an imposing figure. I did his bidding when he said, “close the door.”

“Remove all your clothes except for your garter belt and stockings.”

I should have anticipated that he would strip me by giving me imperious commands, but I had not. For a moment I hesitated – trying to comprehend what was going on – I had just arrived at the conclusion that he was testing me when he reacted to my not obeying him. “Ginnie when I give an order I expect you to obey immediately. Your disobedience will be punished.” As he spoke I dropped my skirt onto the floor and began to undo the buttons of my top.

He sat down on the bed, “over my knee.”

This might be fun, I thought, knowing that my bottom was going to be smacked – something that had not happened since I was very young. I draped myself across his knees. “How old are you?”

“Thirty-nine ... Forty-four,” I corrected myself – he might have looked at my file.

“Thirty-nine from forty-four is five, double that is ten, that is how many smacks you will receive, five for being slow and five for thinking of lying about your age, the sin of vanity and you know your lord does not like that.”

I had no time to think about the underhand jibe before his hand landed on my left buttock. I gasped – not because it was particularly painful – more because it happened without warning. “One,” I said when he instructed me to keep count.

“Two,” I counted when the second slap warmed my right buttock.

“Three,” I tried to quell the excitement in my abdomen.

“Four,” I parted my legs as hot sticky fluids welled up and over flowed from me.

“Five!” I yelped in a mixture of pleasure pain and shock, his target had been between my parted legs and my swollen vulva stung.

“Control yourself do not allow yourself to cum unless I tell you that you may do so. For unauthorized cumming we will start from one again. Is that understood?”

“Yes but I don't know if I can control myself – if you do things to me that will give me an orgasm.”

“You can control your orgasms if you use self control, and if you do not you will have a very sore butt!”

The next ten minutes turned into a battle of wills, I counted and fought against my body's desire to orgasm. Fighting against his fingers trailing sensuously in my crack as he slapped teased and tormented me trying to make my body disobey his command.

With the tenth smack counted, he released the hand that pressed into the small of my back holding me over his knees – and in my naivety I thought I had won. I had forgotten he wrote the rules – I began to get up. I knew that I had made a mistake when he said, “Did I tell you to get up?”

I lay back across his knees. “No you like that too much. Kneel on the floor in the middle of the room – you must know how to kneel properly.”

Instinctively I knew he wanted me to kneel straight-backed. He walked around me, looking critically at my posture. “Very good for a beginner, I guess you get lots of practice,” he said gently nudging my knees apart with his booted foot.

His erect cock sprang out at me when he unzipped his jeans, “open your mouth.”

An unnecessary instruction as my lips were opening to accept his cock. I was curling my tongue about to stimulate his bell-end when he grabbed my head and thrust his cock into my mouth. Instinctively my throat gagged trying to eject the intruder. But his grip was more powerful forcing me to swallow and accept what he was doing. 

The stiff leather of his jeans and the brass teeth of the zip abraded against my face as he rammed his cock into my mouth, driving the bell-end into my throat. If I had not swallowed I would have choked. I have never been raped, but at that moment I felt as though I was being raped.

I was like a rag doll in his hands, a toy for him to use. I knew my mouth was no more than a receptacle for his cock. I was there for him to use, for his pleasure. I had no control over what was happening to me – I was afraid I could choke to death – and it seemed to be going on for ever and a day. Paradoxically I was also aware that this sense of danger made it the most exciting sex I had ever known.

Feeling his cock swell I guessed he was nearing the end – I was more certain when I felt the pressure of his grasp on the sides of my head increase. I was thinking what does he expect me to do when he cums? Should I swallow? I was still thinking when he solved the problem. 

Without warning he jerked my head back away from his cock. His semen hot and sticky jetted from his cock in a series of gobbets that landed hot and sticky on my face and stung as it splashed into my eyes. Stringy ropes bound us together. He pushed himself into my mouth – I licked and sucked, polishing his glans with my tongue when he said, “lick me clean.”

My face was stiff beneath the mask of rapidly drying semen. He pulled his cock out of my mouth. I knew I should feel dirty and used, that I should be angry with him. I cringed when he said, “now you are my cum slut. Tell me what you are.”

I was fast getting the rules I had to play by, I did not want to be put over his knee again. “I am your cum slut,” I replied dutifully. As I said the words I felt a warm sense of belonging and realised I was happy to call myself, his slut. If he had told me to crawl on my hands and knees over broken glass, I would have done it for him.

He held a mirror in front of my face, then he said, "you can see what a cum slut looks like." I barely recognized the face – at the front my hair was matted stuck with spunk - my eyes were red - my mascara had run, the black smudges on my cheeks looking like clown's tears. I should have felt embarrassed or guilty or both, but I did not. I only hoped that this was not all over.

“I want you to stay looking like that,” he said when I lifted my hand towards my face.

“Stand up.” He pushed his hand between my legs, his fingers parting my labia began to explore the sensitive slot. His finger pressed not too hard yet firmly against my aroused nubbin as the heel of his palm kneaded my mound. “You're very hairy, I want to shave you.”

Shave my bits! The idea had never even entered my mind – oh I was not that innocent, I mean I had read about shaving and Brazilians and so on in Cosmo' but the idea of doing it myself had never entered my mind. “Okay,” I heard myself saying.

Two minutes later I was sitting on the edge of the bath as he trimmed away a lifetimes growth with a pair of nail scissors. The cool shaving foam felt so sensual that I came before either of us realized what was happening – he tried to act angry but I could see the laughter in his eyes. The razor glided over my abdomen in different directions until my belly and the mound over my pubic bone were as smooth as a billiard ball. I stood up while he shaved my nether lips – a far more fraught experience. No matter that he asked me to trust him, and how often he promised he would not cut me, I was unable to stay relaxed as the blade moved within millimetres of my clitoris. 

When I went home I would have to use my creative imagination to explain why I had been tonsured!

He stood up and told me to wash away the soap, reminding me that I was not to clean my face. I stepped into the shower stall, unhooked the spray head to ensure I did not wash any of the dry goo from my face. I had never been so aware of the eroticism of warm water spraying onto my vulva. I could feel my labia swelling as the blood flowed into them. My finger felt the hardness of my clitoris – touching myself was not something I usually did, but at this moment I was fascinated by my state of arousal.

The shower curtain rustled as it slid back. “Cum slut stop fingering yourself.” This instruction was punctuated by a flip with the towel that made my buttocks glow. The heat in my slapped backside was mirrored by the glow in my abdomen, my legs parted as I came at the touch of the towel.

“Out of here!” he growled.

Like a whipped puppy I followed him back into his room. The cool air on my depilated mound made me acutely aware of my nakedness. Instinctively my hand moved to cover myself, he reacted to this by saying, “turn your back to me, stand still, put your feet two feet apart.” I did as he commanded. I felt his breath on my neck as he blindfolded me. “Now bend over and grasp your ankles.”

As I bent over I felt my buttocks parting and knew that I was totally exposed to him and that he would be able to see my distended nether lips and my anus. I was certain that my entire body was flushed beneath his unrelenting gaze. He did not move a muscle, nor say a word.

In the silence time seemed to stand still. I did not even know if he was in the room or not – had he crept out leaving me a statue in an obscene pose decorating the centre of his room? Was this some cruel joke? Now he had established his mastery over me, had he left me to be found by someone? 

His chuckle sounded like a fast running brook, he realized that I had held my breath in an attempt to hear his breathing. “Did you think I would leave you?”

“I ... didn't know,” I replied hesitantly, “it was so quiet and I feel as if I have been here in this position for an eternity.”

“I was admiring the view – did you know the lips of your pussy are puce when you are aroused.”

“I have never looked at myself when I am aroused.”

“How old are you? Forty-four! And you have never watched yourself? I think it is about time you started noticing things – the art of being a good writer is to observe.” It was some relief when I heard him say, “stand up, remove your blindfold and come over here.” 

The light hurt my eyes, blinking I waited a few moments after I had removed the blindfold, before I moved over to the bed.

I lay on the bed as he instructed, with my knees bent and my legs wide apart. He placed a mirror at the foot of the bed and adjusted it until I could see my vulva. I had heard about vibrators. I had seen pictures of them. I had even considered buying one, but doing so had been a problem – I had to consider Tim. I had never handled a vibrator until he handed me this buzzing pliable cylinder. “Pleasure yourself and watch at the same time.”

Handling it with caution – as if I was afraid it would bite, I touched the vibrating tip against my clitoris. A tingle coursed along my spine. I touched the tip to my clitoris again and once again felt that delightful stream of electricity flow through my body. My erect nipples were tingling in sympathy. I caught a glimpse in the mirror of my vagina appearing to open of its own accord as if lewdly inviting the vibrator to enter it – not wanting to see any more I turned my head. But my curiosity was too strong an impulse to suppress - I looked once more. In the mirror I saw myself on the bed, but in a pose I had thought was reserved for sluts and whores in pornographic films, not that I had ever actually seen a porn film.

Unable to resist the demands of my body I inserted the vibrator just into the entrance to my pussy – an action that instantly caused my abdomen to convulse as it squeezed out yet another orgasm.




A Brief Encounter



“Watch yourself! Don't look away. Now I want you to talk, describe what you are doing, what you see and how your body is reacting”

“I don't think I can do that.”

“Try,” he coaxed me.

I placed the tip of the vibrator against my clitoris, took a deep breath and said, “I have placed the vibrator against my thingy and inside I feel really excited.” I stopped.

For a long moment the only sound was the buzzing vibrator and my breathing. “And.?” he broke the silence.

“I am getting more and more excited.”

I wished he would not blaspheme when I heard him say, “Oh for Christ's sake!” Before I had time to protest he had leaped to his feet. He came over to the bed brushed away the vibrator. I gasped as he thrust his fingers into me saying, “this is your cunt! Say the words.”

Of course I knew the word, but I had never used the word or had it used to me in this context. He pushed his fingers deeper, “say the words!”

“This is my c... c..., oh it's no good. I cannot say it.”

“Yes you can. Say after me, cunt.”

I could feel the heat of my blush, I cleared my throat, “cunt,” I whispered

I felt myself being forced open, I looked down at the mirror, he seemed to be screwing all his fingers into me, “say it louder.”

“Cunt.”

“Louder.”

“CUNT,” I bawled like a fishwife. 

“Now tell me what is happening and what you feel.”

“Your fingers are forcing my cunt open.”

“Tell me what you feel.”

“I am very wet, it feels like I am boiling over. What you are doing hurts like hell and at the same time I don't want you to stop.” His fingers were moving inside me, their action seemed to be milking the orgasms from my overactive vagina. I was cooperating with him by moving my hips sinuously working myself onto the fingers that impaled me.

I saw the muscles and tendons of his forearm bulge hard as rope. Then simultaneously a number of things happened to me. I felt a pain like fire at the entrance to my vagina. I saw a multicoloured firework display in my head. I felt and heard a bang that travelled up my spine.

Then I felt full, there was a pressure on my bladder as if I wanted to pee, and the top of my legs seemed to be wedged apart. I hurt! I was having an unimaginably intense orgasm. From navel down I felt as if I had melted.

“Tell me what you feel now.”

His voice broke into my ecstasy, I realized my eyes had been shut when I opened them. I looked down at the mirror – I could not believe my eyes – I could only see his forearm and wrist – his hand was inside me. I now realized that my belly was distended and moving as his fingers probed deep inside me. “Oh my god! - What have you done?” I exclaimed.

“I'm fisting you – now tell me what you are feeling.”

I said the words as they came into my head. “Pain, I hurt – intense pleasure – frightened – frightened you've damaged me – but most of all I feel the pleasure. You haven't hurt me have you?” I asked anxiously.

“No of course not, lie back and enjoy,” he answered.  

His command was superfluous, I could do nothing else but enjoy what was happening. Physically my body was pinned to the bed like a glove puppet with his hand deep inside my womb. Deep inside me was some hitherto undiscovered spring of joy that he had tapped. It was a non-stop orgasm I was experiencing – which was far more intense than the much sought after multiple orgasm.

I discovered just how total his control of my body was when I tried to stop this hot torrent. Like most women I have to be in the mood to orgasm, and even if I am in the mood I can at will switch off and my body grows cold. I decided to test what he was doing to me by trying a mood change, I used all my usual tricks – allowed myself to feel angry with him and nothing happened. When I say nothing happened that is imprecise – I had been hoping to make nothing happen, for the flow to cease, but for the first time in my life I continued to orgasm. Becoming aware of this fact merely increased the intensity of the orgasm and brought to me a sense of serenity almost as if I was meditating and experiencing a revelation.

“What's wrong?” he asked gently, his hand stopped moving.

“Nothing,” I sobbed, “nothing at all it's just so beautiful I never want this to stop. Oh my god I could fall in love with you for doing this.”

His tone was tender, almost as if he was saying something he had reason to regret, when he said, “Ginnie your in love with the act, not the person.”

Eventually even the realms of seventh heaven can become too much for the body. My orgasm had become a total body state - it felt as though my every pore was excreting orgasmic fluid. I knew if he continued I would scream, not an angry scream, but the ecstatic scream like that of a teenage girl at a pop concert. “Please no more – I can take no more.”

“Try to relax, getting my hand out is going to take some time.”

Concentrating upon my vagina I could feel that it was pulsating, each time it went into a state of relaxation he withdrew his hand a fraction of an inch. Then in another spasm I would clench onto his hand so tightly I feared that I would crush his bones.


When he was out he sat holding me, my head lying in his lap. I was enjoying the sense of closeness. He moved my head – for the first time I was aware of his half-hard penis. Pushing my face towards it he said, “Suck my cock until it is hard.”

It must be like riding a bike, I thought as I remembered skills that I had not used for nearly a quarter of a century. Tim is not into oral sex, in fact sex with Tim has been straightforward, usually in the traditional missionary position, the most adventurous we get is me on top – and I am always the instigator. I drew back his prepuce and looked at the royal purple of his proud cockhead. A pearly jewel of moisture glistened at the slit. I lapped it away savouring his sweet saltiness. He groaned when I kissed down the gnarled stem, sucking his testicles into my mouth. Slowly I moved back along his cockstem raining kisses upon every square millimetre of his flesh, feeling his cock getting harder under the touch of my lips.

Opening my mouth I took in to it the head of his cock. I could feel it throbbing between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I heard him give another groan when I began to bob my head up and down. “Oh yes so nice,” he said, “but please be careful, I don't want to cum yet.”

I put a finger at the base of his cock and carried on working his cock until I felt the first tremors. I stopped, lifted my head. “Do you want me to finish you?”

“No,” he pushed me over so I was lying face down on the bed. I could feel him part my cheeks. I tensed when he touched my anus. “No not there,” I pleaded divining his intention – no one had ever done that to me.

He ignored my plea, I felt him anoint my anus with something cold and slippery. As he pushed it felt as though he was going to tear me in half. Suddenly my body yielded and I felt him inside me. His cock driving the breath from my body. He lay still, crushing my body into the bed. Accepting the situation I gasped the words as I tried to get my breathing back to normal, “Just give me a moment to get used to this.”

The sensation was not painful to the degree of pain I had felt when he rammed his hand into me, my anus prickled and stung as though I had been lightly beaten with a bundle of stinging nettles. Soon I had adjusted to the sensation. “You can do it now,” I said.

He slid his hands under me and crushed my breasts, his fingers gaining a vice like grip pulled on my nipples. Moving his hips he pounded his penis into me. It was then that I learned how sensitive and sensual my anus was. I could feel the whole length of his cock as it thrust in and out, there appeared to be more nerve endings up there than there were in my vagina. When he came I was not just wet, as I am when Tim cums in my vagina, I felt each spurt sploshing as it sprayed inside my bowels. “Oh please don't stop, not now ... not ever.” Using my muscles I was able to hold him inside me until he had grown hard once more. This time he was gentler in his movements and lasted far longer before once again I felt his hot juices flowing into me.

I got up from the bed and looked at the clock, it was the early hours of the morning. “Maybe I ought to go back to my room or people will be talking.”

“That might be a good idea, are you coming back tomorrow?”

At some moment whilst he had been taking me I had promised myself that this would be a one off and afterwards I would return to being a dutiful wife. “No I don't think so – in fact I think this is good bye. I ought to go home, back to what I know. There are reasons you know.”

“I know,” he said taking my face in his hands tilting it and kissing me.

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I threw my clothes into my case, and using a fire exit loaded them into the car. That is how I snuck away from the summer school after only one night away. By the light of the breaking dawn I drove away from the college.

There was not a lot of traffic on the roads at that time of morning. All the way home my mind was half on driving the car and the other half thinking about what I could say to Tim – he was sure to ask why I came back early. I ran through various scenarios and tried to anticipate the outcome of each.

The old clock in the tower of Saint Mary under the Hill greeted me by chiming a quarter after seven as I drove into the village. I went passed the Old Vicarage, the cold and draughty nineteenth century house that dominated the village, which the church commissioners had sold off. Passed the church, its bells once again mute. I turned into the next driveway, the tires scrunching on the gravel.

Tim was already up and in the study. “You're home early.”

“I had my reasons.”

“Something wrong?”

I took a deep breath, “I had a fling with a man.”

Tim went pale, he fingered his collar, “is it over?”

“Yes, that is why I am back.”

“How long?”

“How long? Oh you mean how long has it gone on for? Only one night or part of a night.”

I felt like one of his parishioners when I heard him say. “One night, everyone is entitled to make mistakes I can forgive you for that.”

I knew at that moment it was fortunate that he had not asked if it would happen again. I knew Tim could never satisfy my needs. I had wanted him to be angry to show his feelings – I would have been a joyful penitent if he had dragged me over to the church stripped me and scourged me at the altar rail.

“Maybe I should go back to the summer school I want to finish that writing course.”

“Yes of course you should – do you want a cup of tea before you go.”

The whole of the drive back I fumed with anger – tea – tea and sympathy that is all Tim seemed to have to offer – all the church had to offer and I, through some archaic belief in the vows we had taken, was tied to him and that church.

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A Brief Encounter



Last summer I was on a train. It was already late and there were no other passengers. I was reading a paper, when the train stopped and a young woman got in. She sat down in front of me.

She stared out of the window, which gave me the opportunity to peek at her from behind my paper. She had a beautiful face, with radiant eyes, a small nose and full sensual lips, made for kissing and for a lot more...

She was voluptuously built and wore a low-cut tight little top that showed a pair of magnificent breasts, with erect nipples standing out against the fabric. No bra for sure!

When I lowered my gaze I saw two shapely, slender legs under a very short miniskirt.

Still staring out of the window she pulled one leg up, put her foot on the seat and leaned with her forearm on her knee.

What she apparently did not notice was that her skirt had slid up, so that I had a free and full view of her crotch and, oh my, she wore no panties!

I saw a lovely shaved pussy with nice fleshy lips, made to be kissed and for a lot more...

I got a dry throat and my heart missed a beat. I was so perplexed that I put my paper down and could nothing do but stare at her like mesmerized.

Then she looked back at me and smiled with dimples in her cheeks. The sweetest smile I ever saw. A little embarrassed I smiled back. After a while however her eyes got wide. She swallowed and licked her lips, staring at me with her mouth half open.

Then I realized that she was not looking at my face, but at a lower part of my body. She was still smiling, but differently, with secret amusement. I followed her eyes down my body and... oh, dear me!

In my haste to catch the train I had apparently forgotten to zip my fly up. My penis peeped outside my pants, growing bigger and bigger with little spasms, until it stand proudly upright, in full splendour, like a totem pole.

What should I do? Putting it back, zipping up and saying "sorry" would be ridiculous. The woman was visibly pleased with what she saw, which I could understand, as my organ is a beautiful specimen, if I may say so.

Big and smooth, tanned in summer, like the rest of me, because I always sunbathe in the nude. It would be cruel to disappoint her by hiding the object of my pride and her admiration behind something like a zipper.

So I acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary and just smiled at her.

She, on her part, looked me in the eyes with a longing look. 

Then she lowered her hand and touched her pussy with a finger. After that she showed me her finger. It was dripping wet. She looked at my penis again, reached over, touched my penis and stroke it with her wet finger softly along the shaft.

It was enough to set me completely on fire. I trembled with excitement and on the tip of my penis a clear little drop of pleasure fluid formed, like a dew drop on a flower bud, that slowly trickled down.

With an eager expression she suddenly bent over and licked it up with her tongue. "Mmm," she said, tasting it with visible delight. I exploded almost.

Looking up at me she smiled again and put her lips around the head of my penis, exploring it with her tongue.

I moaned and groaned and my heart was thumping against my breastbone. Meanwhile she got my balls out of my trousers and played with them, fondling them softly.

Slowly she lowered her head and took my penis deep in her mouth. And then she began to suck me off: up, down, up, down, with slurping and sucking sounds. 

Her tongue fluttered around and around and made me almost crazy with desire.

Nervously my hand sought her pussy. It was all juice. My finger found her vagina and went inside, and out, and in, out and in.

She trembled and moaned, sucking faster and faster. Soon my finger got at her swollen clit and I tickled it. She let go of my penis, cried out and came immediately, time after time, in an almost endless tidal wave of orgasms.

Then she took my penis in her mouth again, as deep as possible. At that point I could not hold out any more and with an explosion of pleasure my pulsing penis squirted its cream deep into her throat.

When it was over she took my face between her hands and gave me a deep French kiss, sharing the semen with me, a wonderful act of intimacy.

All of a sudden the train stopped. She stood up, smoothed her skirt, blew me a kiss and got off the train, leaving me behind, bewildered and dazed, with only her body perfume as a lingering sign of her presence.

I never saw her again, except in some of my wet dreams.

Who was she and where is she? 

I'm looking desperately for her ever since. 

Could it have been YOU?



A Brief Encounter



I stand outside my brand new car, now pulled over to the side of the road. The man behind me says to place my hands on the hood of my car and spread my legs, so I do so. I place my hands equally apart on the hood of my car, leaning forward. My v-neck blouse falls open in the front and my little black skirt rises slightly as I lean forward. My heart beats like a freight train as he approaches me.

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" he asks.

"No," I respond quietly.

Here I stand in the middle of nowhere. Trees line the street for miles, but there are no people, houses, or even cars in sight. The sun has begun to set and a cool wind blows my skirt a little higher. The young cop comes up behind me and places one hand on my shoulder. I turn my head to the side and look over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of him. He is tall, maybe six feet and a few inches. He has clean cut brown hair, kind of spiky, and a very light complexion. His eyes are a green-gray, very soft and very sexy. His muscles bulge from beneath his blue uniform and I notice that his name badge is slightly off kilter. 

"Why have I been pulled over?" I ask.

He does not answer me. Instead, he pushes my face back to its forward position with a little bit of force. I turn my head back over my shoulder and shoot him a sharp look. Again he pushes my head back.

With one hand on my shoulder, he runs the other hand lightly over my back, down my ass, and over my thighs. Then he reaches around my front and runs his hands over my tits, down my stomach, then stops and my pussy.

"You're wet!" he says with a tone of surprise. "Aren't we a naughty girl?"

"Shouldn't one of your female partners be doing this?" I ask.

"You don't like it?"

"I didn't say that."

As I lean forward, the young man presses up against my back. I feel his warm breath on my neck as his lips come closer and closer to me. He presses his lips against my warm skin and kisses me just below my ear. I can feel his cock pressed firmly against my ass. I circle my ass against his crotch to tease him. This doesn't seem to faze him in the least.

He presses himself against me even harder, slowly grinding his cock into my ass. He wraps one hand around my waist and reaches down to the bottom of my skirt. As he reaches up underneath it, I move one hand from atop my car and slap his hand away.

"What makes you think I'd be so easy?" I ask laugh at him. "Do you really think I'm gonna let you touch me like this, right here, out in public?"

"Yes, I do!" he moans as he takes a firm hold of my pussy in one hand. "And you're gonna like it too!"

He slides my panties to one side and rubs his fingers on the outside of my freshly shaved pussy. He uses his other hand to force my body forward, jetting my ass back towards his cock. I try to press back up, but he shoves me down even harder. He forces my pussy lips apart and presses is middle finger hard against my clit. I can feel it pulsating against his fingers, getting harder by the minute. Then he slides his fingers down and inside my dark hole. They slide in with ease as I drip with juice.

I thrust my ass back against his cock, trying to push him off of me. His free hand wraps around my neck and presses down momentarily and then I feel it slide up into my hair. He grabs a handful of it and yanks back.

"Bitch, don't fight me!" he screams into my ear. "I feel you. You're wet and you want me!"

"Yeah, I do." I whisper back into his ear. "But if you really want it, you'll have to take it!"

With my head in his hand, he shoves my face close to the hood of my car. I feel him digging for his cuffs. The sound of metal clinking together echoes in my ears. He yanks my head back up and forces me to the other side of my car. On the side of my car, just out of sight of passerby's, he instructs me to get on my knees. I stand there in front of him in defiance, a little smirk on my face. With my hands in the cuffs stretched out in front of me, he forces me to my knees in the grass.

He pulls his zipper down as his cock pops out. It is long and hard, dripping with pre-cum. He tilts my head back and rubs it against my lips.

"Open your mouth!" he commands me. "Open it now!"

I open my mouth a little and lick my lips. He rubs his cock back and forth against my lips and then puts the tip in my mouth. I open my mouth and circle my tongue around the top, sucking the pre-cum off the tip. He holds my head back and thrusts his cock deep into my mouth. All eight inches are deep inside my throat, almost gagging me.

"That's right bitch," he moans. "You fucking suck that cock! Wrap your lips around it tighter and bob on it!"

Hands still in cuffs, I reach up and grab a hold of his cock and slide it deep inside my mouth. I run my tongue over it in circles and bob up and down, faster and faster. I grab his nuts and give them a little squeeze. Then I pull my mouth of his cock and run my tongue over his nuts. He moans louder and louder.

"You like that?" I ask him. "You like it when I suck your cock?"

"Ahhhh....FUCK!" I hear him scream, as he thrusts his cock back in my mouth again. "Don't stop sucking it bitch!"

I tighten my lips around his cock and slide my mouth all the way down the shaft, sucking harder and my mouth goes down. I have it all in my mouth. Then I slide my mouth to the tip and using my hands, I stroke the shaft as I suck, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. Then, just as suddenly as he shoved it in my mouth, he pulls it out.

He reaches down and pulls me up off of the grass. Hard cock still waving in the breeze, he leads me down the side of this little hill and through some trees. He finds a spot in the grass near a tree stump and tells me to lie down. I lay on the ground with my hands resting on my stomach. I move my wrists around as the cuffs leave little marks on them. I cross my legs at the ankles tightly.

"Spread your legs," he instructs me.

But I keep them closed. In fact, I press them even more tightly together. He gets down on his stomach, face at my pussy, and lifts my skirt. Then he grabs a hold of my thighs and forces them apart. I press my ass hard to the ground so that he cannot take my panties off. But that's not what he goes after.

He firmly rubs his hands over the outside of my panties. They are stained with the pussy juice that has been leaking out onto them. He grabs a hold of the sides and pulls the sides into my pussy, rubbing them all around the inside. It feels so amazing that I stop pressing my ass to the ground. That is when he tears them off and throws them aside. There I am, pussy completely exposed, dripping wet.

He runs his tongue on the outside of my pussy lips first, sopping up any pussy juice that is there. Then he spreads the lips and runs his tongue up and down the slit, stopping at my clit. Using the tip of his tongue, he massages the clit in little circles. I can feel it pulsate on his tongue as it gets warmer. I squirm a little but mostly just so that I can rub my pussy on his face.

His tongue makes its way down the slit and closer to my deep, dark hole. With one hand he uses his fingers to play with my clit. The other hand finds its way to my ass while his tongue plunges in and out of my pussy. He sticks a finger deep inside my ass. I scream out a little but then settle down. I find myself thrusting my pussy towards his mouth every time that he stops for even a second.

"You like that, don't you?" he smirks.

"God yes," I gasp. "Please, take these cuffs off of me. I promise I'll behave."

He stops what he is doing to take the cuffs off. I rub my wrists a little as they are a bit sore and then lay back down. I motion for him to come back between my legs and commence the munching again. This time though, I tell him to straddle my face. He shoves his tongue back into my pussy as I grab his cock and put it in my mouth. I grind my pussy all over his face and I bob up and down on his cock. I can feel his cock throbbing in my mouth and taste it as it drips cum onto my lips.

"Stop!" he yells. "I'm not ready to come yet."

He raises his body from on top of me and sits up. I straddle him in the grass, shoving my tits onto his face.

"Grab them," I tell him. "Play with them."

He grabs a hold of my DDD tits and rubs on them as I slide my pussy across the top of his cock, making sure that he doesn't go inside of me. My nipples get harder as I slide back and forth. He takes them in his fingers and pinches until they are red. Pain shoots through my tits and down my back, but I like it. He puts one tit in his mouth while he twists the other tit's nipple and then switches.

"I wanna fuck you so bad!" he moans.

I get up from his lap and walk over to the tree stump. He follows me over and sits down carefully. The large oak stump makes a perfect little bench for us. He sits down at the edge of the stump with his legs spread just slightly. I sit down on his lap facing the same direction and slowly move up and down. His cock slides deep inside of me, hitting that G-spot each time. Every time that I rise up, he grabs my hips and forces me back down. As my pussy swallows his cock, I grind my ass against his crotch, making little circles, then raise back up. He thrusts harder and harder each time I bounce.

"Ride me bitch!" he yells.

I bounce back up and off of his lap. I turn and face him, sliding my pussy back onto his cock. My pussy juice runs down his shaft and he takes a finger and wipes it up. He offers me a taste of myself but I put his finger in his own mouth, grinning the whole time. My tits bounce against his face as his cock throbs inside of me.

"You like that?" I ask him coyly. "You like this pussy? You like it when I fuck you?"

"That's right. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you ain't gonna be able to sit down."

"Am I your bitch?" I scream. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

Each time I scream for it to be a little harder he grabs my shoulders and shoves more of his cock deep inside me. He reaches up my back and grabs for more of my hair. Yanking my head back, he thrusts harder and harder. I wrestle out from his grasp and stand up. 

"What are you doing?" he cries.

I don't answer him. Instead, I get on the stump, resting on all fours. I am at the perfect height for him. He grabs my hips and works his cock back into my pussy. I lean forward and every time that I do, he pulls me back. He continuously thrusts in and out, pausing only to get a better grip on my hips. He begins to let go of my hips and reaches up with one had, grabbing my tit. The other hand finds its way to my pussy and down to the clit. With each thrust of his cock deep inside of me, he circles my clit with two fingers. My pussy tightens around his cock, tighter and tighter.

Finally he pulls it out. I look back over my shoulder to see him stroking himself. I watch him for a moment, using my own fingers to massage my clit. Then he comes up behind me again, this time spreading my ass apart. I feel the head of his cock rub the inside of my asshole. He gently rubs it around the outside and eases it in a little at a time. I tense up.

He reaches with his hand and sticks one finger inside my pussy and another on my clit to relax me. He works his fingers inside of me as a method of distraction. He is now almost all the way inside my ass.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

"Um hum," I whimper.

He slowly slides his cock in and out of my ass, moving only centimeters at a time. He feels me tighten back up so he begins to play with the pussy a little harder to make me relax. As I relax he moves his cock in and out a little faster. I moan in surprising pleasure.

"Harder!"

"Harder?" he asks me.

"Yeah...harder!"

One hand still massaging the pussy and the other on my shoulder, he slams his cock inside of me. I scream at the top of my lungs, "Oh, shit!"

He forces his cock deeper and deeper into my ass with every little whimper. As he pounds away my pussy swells with anticipation. He tries to slide his fingers inside of me but I am ready to cum. He pounds faster and faster and faster.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

I take a brief look back over my shoulder. He has pulled his cock out and is smacking it against my ass. As I start to raise up, he pushes me back on all fours, ass in the air.

"Stay there!" he commands.

I watch him as he runs his hands quickly up and down the shaft of his cock. He pounds away furiously while he bites his lower lip. I hear him grunt and moments later I feel his warm cum shoot up onto my back and into my hair.

Cock still hard, he rams me from behind, shoving his cock into my wet pussy. There mere sight of him cumming on me has me ready to explode myself. With just a few thrusts forward, my cunt tightens around his cock, as if to suck all the remaining juice from him. I arch my back and scream. He pulls his cock out, pulls me up to face him, and slaps it across my face.

I never did find out why he pulled me over!



A Brief Encounter



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Looking down the concrete stairs at the bar entrance, she asked herself yet again if she wanted to go through with this - the answer was the same as always. She took a deep breath, forced her foot forward and started down the steps to the battered door which advertised that cheap domestic beers were proudly served on the premises. Pushing the door open she found a dimly lit bar smelling of cigarette smoke and stale beer. Five guys at a table in the corner openly flouted the new city-wide smoking ban, the bartender half-heartedly asking them to stop. Hard hats hung on the wall behind them. Five pairs of eyes fell on her, roaming her body from head to toe, silently undressing her.

She felt conspicuous in her power suit so far from the safe confines of the financial district downtown, a thirty four year old mother of two standing alone in this blue-collar bar. She set her jaw and strode confidently to the bar to have a seat. An admiring whistle from the corner caused her to turn her head partway but she caught herself, not wanting to give them any satisfaction.

"Did you see those legs?"

"And that ass?" another chimed in.

"What're you talking about?" said a third. "All I saw was her huge rack."

All five laughed heartily. They talked about her as if she wasn't a person, merely an object or a piece of meat they hungered for. And they didn't care if she heard them. In fact, they wanted her to hear their raunchy comments.

Finally, one said, "Hey, baby! What say you and me go out to my truck and I'll let you suck-"

"Knock it off!" the bartender yelled, bringing them a heavy glass ashtray he'd retrieved from behind the bar. He set it down with an angry clunk. "Mind yer fucking manners!" he scolded in a gruff voice, earning more laughs from the table.

The bartender walked behind the bar and set a drink napkin in front of her. "What'll it be, miss?"

"A glass of chardonnay."

He poured and set it in front of her. In a low voice he said, "First one's on the house. Sorry about that." He jerked his head toward the corner table. According to his shirt pocket his name was Tony.

"Thanks, Tony, it's okay. I'm a big girl, I can handle those guys."

Tony shook his head in quiet disagreement and moved down the bar, turning his attention to the TV hanging in the corner. In the mirror above the bar she watched the corner table. The men were now taking turns pantomiming various sex acts they'd like to do to her, each one more outrageous than the previous. Outwardly she ignored them, but inside she was flattered and aroused by all the attention, attention she rarely got these days. It'd been a long time since she was able to elicit such a response from a group of strangers. Moist heat pooled between her legs.

The only other people sitting at the bar were a man trying to enjoy his beer and the woman who was hitting on him. His eyes looked the woman up and down, taking in her heavy makeup, her nicotine-stained teeth, her slightly shabby clothing and he determined she'd been around the block a few too many times. He shook his head and turned his attention back to peeling his beer label. The barfly vacated her stool and tried her luck with the corner table - they quickly drove her away under a barrage of verbal abuse.

She sipped her wine and covertly studied the man five stools down from her with sidelong glances. He was some common laborer, probably a construction worker, with his five o'clock shadow, faded flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up exposing tan, muscular forearms, and worn blue jeans tucked into his work boots. His blond hair was cut short, his face rugged and good-looking, and all he needed was a hard hat and metal lunch box to complete the picture. He noticed her, too, looking her over carefully as she watched him in the mirror. His eyes spent a long time on her legs and a good amount of time on her chest.

He motioned to the bartender for another beer and talked to him in a quiet voice as the bottle was set down. Moments later, Tony appeared in front of her refilling her glass. She looked up questioning and Tony jerked his head towards the man down the bar. She turned and gave her benefactor a slight smile of thanks and he tipped his beer in her direction.

He picked up his bottle and moved down to her, sitting with one empty stool between them, and as he sat down, their eyes met. He nodded and she nodded back. His eyes, she saw, were a mix of grey and blue, his gaze intense and penetrating but also kind. The table in the corner had grown quiet, watching.

He studied her out of the corner of his eye, taking in every detail discretely and his eyes fell on her left ring finger - an indentation but no ring. He casually put his hands in his lap, and when they reappeared she saw his own wedding band was gone. He was sizing her up, trying to figure her out. Maybe her husband was screwing the secretary and she was out to get even. She smiled into her glass as she sipped her wine. Whatever story works for him was fine with her. He turned to her.

"You know," he started, his voice a deep soothing rumble, "there are only three reasons why you would be in a bar like this." He looked at the room around them. 

She regarded him coolly. "Really." It was more of a tired statement than a question.

"Sure, either you're lost," she shook her head, "or you're meeting someone," she shook her head again, "or . . . you're looking for something," he finished.

Bingo, she thought but she shrugged and stared at her wine intently.

"Such as?" she asked finally, still not looking up.

"I don't know: company; you know - someone to talk to."

She let his words hang in the air for a long time before replying. "I'm not looking for someone to talk to."

There was a flicker of hope in his eyes. "Well, there are other things besides talking."

She sipped her wine. "Like what?" she said, turning to him and fixing her deep brown eyes on his. There was a look of determination in them, challenging him, daring him to go on. There was also a hint of lust in her eyes.

He looked around before moving onto the stool next to hers. The air between them became electrified, raising goose bumps on her arms. Her nipples instantly became erect at the closeness of his body to hers and in anticipation of what she hoped was about to happen.

"You know, we could act all coy and innocent and beat around the bush, but we're adults and I ain't got time for those games. In the end we both know what I'm talking about." He leaned closer and went on, "There's a hotel nearby - it's a little rundown but it's clean." He held his gaze steadily on hers for a good thirty seconds before she dropped her eyes.

She looked down at the bar for a long, drawn out moment. It felt as if she had stopped breathing - this is what she'd come for. "Okay," she said finally, "let's go," and downed the rest of her wine.

He tossed a twenty on the bar to cover their drinks. Tony was getting a fat tip, but he didn't want to wait for his change. She was standing, her brown leather briefcase in hand, looking impatient, as if she had a meeting to get to. He steered her out the door and up the stairs to street level as the table in the corner hooted after them.

"Where's this hotel?"

"Just around the corner. This way," and he led on. "I'm J-"

"No!" she commanded in a firm voice, holding up her hand, walking briskly. "No names! Got it?" 

He shrugged and turned the corner.

The hotel had seen better days, certainly, but when, she could not imagine. The neon sign over the door announcing it was indeed a hotel and not an abandoned building had the 'E' burned out. It was the type of place that rented rooms cheaply, sometimes briefly, preferred cash, and didn't ask questions. She saw he had signed the register 'J. Smith' and she noticed quite a few John Smiths were presently staying there.

The door to the room swung open and she entered, snapping on the light. The air was stale but otherwise the room seemed clean. The wallpaper clung desperately to the walls, yellowed with age and cigarette smoke, and a worn comforter draped over the tired looking bed. She nodded at the room, finding it acceptable. She set her briefcase down and took off her glasses while he locked and chained the door. With a pull of a couple of pins, her brown hair cascaded down to her shoulders and she heard him kick off his boots. Taking a deep breath, she turned and stepped quickly to him.

The faint smell of his sweat mixed with the bar odors of beer and cigarette smoke hit her nostrils, stoking the furnace of her arousal - suddenly all the available blood in her body rushed to her sex, making it swollen and ripe. The loss of blood to her brain made her dizzy and she could only hold one thought in her head: she wanted him, wanted him more than she'd wanted any other person. He started to speak but she was afraid he'd spoil the moment, so she kissed him hard on the lips. 

In an instant his strong hands were all over her, running from her head down to her ass, caressing, squeezing, exploring. One hand went up the back of her jacket while the other went down the back of skirt, his fingers running over her silk panties as they kissed feverishly. She drove him back against the wall of the short entryway, their bodies pressed together, and through his tight jeans she could feel his bulge growing against her lower belly. Her fingers worked at his buttons, undoing the top few before she became impatient and tugged his shirt off over his head. Running her fingers through his chest hair she kissed him again.

He started to pull her jacket off her shoulders but she pushed his hands away and ran her hand down in between their bodies, squeezing and sizing up his package. His hands went to her shoulders, weighing her down. Hiking up her skirt she squatted in front of him, her hands undoing his belt, tugging at his zipper and unsnapping his jeans. Looking down he could see her skirt had ridden up her thighs revealing the tops of black stockings and garters. His already full erection felt even harder now, straining in its skin like an over-stuffed sausage. She tugged his jeans and briefs down and off, his cock jutting out at a right angle from his body. 

Reaching out, she gripped his shaft and slowly stroked, watching as clear fluid seeped from the tip. She kissed the end, smearing his pre-cum over her lips, tasting his salty musk. Mesmerized, he watched as she pulled her head back and a long, thin strand of saliva and pre-cum hung from his cock to her lips. Still stroking, she looked up into his eyes, her lips twisted in a naughty smile. With her mouth open, her tongue out just a little, her eyes still locked on his, she leaned in and took just the tip into her wet mouth. She sucked lightly, feeling it twitch, her tongue swirling over the fleshy head and he let out a low, soft moan.

A hand went to the back of her head, his hips moved forward and back, slowly pumping his cock in and out her mouth. She let him control her, use her mouth to pleasure him. His rod plunged deeper on every stroke until the tip pressed against the back of her throat, making her gag slightly and he stopped. She let him slide out of her mouth before leaning in and kissing the base of his shaft. Moving lower, she sucked first one, then the other testicle into her mouth, bathing each with her tongue. The sensation made his eyes roll back into head, and another moan escaped his lips.

Her lips moved back to the base of his shaft and she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, licking every one of his seven and a half inches before tonguing the hole at the tip. His hands urged her head down again, her full lips wrapped around his manhood, and she slowly took him in, her tongue undulating, her hand and mouth working together, stroking his full length. His hips resumed moving, the tempo steadily rising until once again his cock pressed against the back of her mouth. To his surprise, though, she fought through the urge to gag and continued on another inch. Her throat constricted around the knob, driving him mad. Her other hand fondled his balls, tickling and teasing him, and in a very short time his breathing became labored. He cupped her face in his hands and pulled her to her feet, and he kissed her hard, their tongues dancing. He pushed her back against the opposite wall, his hand exploring under her skirt and feeling the heat radiating from between her legs.

"Are you married?" she panted between kisses.

"Yeah. You?"

She nodded and kissed him even harder, sucking his tongue eagerly. Rough hands pulled her blouse open violently and buttons plinked on the floor across the room. He undid the clasp at the front of her bra, freeing her large breasts, and he marveled at them for a moment before lowering his head and taking one in his mouth. His tongue lavished her breast, his lips grazing against her nipple, making her coo. He licked and sucked each in turn, teasing her nipples, making them rock hard as she cradled his head. Soon, she was panting and she could feel the wet, white hot heat of her pussy growing. With her hands on his shoulders, she pushed him roughly onto his knees and rubbed her pussy against his face through her skirt.

Hands moved up her thighs, fingers grabbing, and she heard the ripping of fabric as her now ruined panties fell to the floor. Pushing her skirt up, he exposed the neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair surrounding her pink slit. She hooked a leg over his shoulder, pulling him in, his face pressing into her crotch as his tongue parted her outer folds and plunged into her. His stubble scratched the soft skin of her inner thighs, but mostly she felt the electric touch of his tongue darting over her clit. She leaned against the wall for support, her legs weak and her hand on his head, holding him close. His lips sucked on her outer labia, making them swell before his tongue traced her sex from top to bottom, causing it to unfold like a flower greeting the morning sun. When his tongue danced over her clit again and again, she pulled him hard against her, crying out as her orgasm quickly rolled through her. His licking slowed, his tongue gently lapping at her dripping pussy.

He stood, his hand hooked under her knee and she pulled her skirt up higher as he stepped between her legs. The knob of his rod pressed at her opening, dividing her, slowly pushing into her. He pulled a little ways out before pushing in deeper, paused and slid the rest of the way in. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hung on tightly as his hips began to slowly move, his cock sliding in and out of her. His face was shiny with her juices and she tasted her sex on his lips as she kissed him again, thoroughly lost in the moment. 

Here she was, in some dingy hotel room having sex against a wall with a man whose name she didn't know, someone she'd just met in a bar, and she hadn't even gotten her clothes off. It all felt so wrong and yet so good. His movements became faster, his thrusts sharper, the sensation more intense, and her teeth clamped down on his shoulder. His body stiffened at the sharp pain of her bite but he continued thrusting, until with great effort she shoved his body away.

She slipped her jacket, blouse and bra off before unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor, and walked towards the bed wearing only her stockings and garters. Before she got there, however, he grabbed her from behind and turned her roughly toward the low, shabby dresser. His strong hands bent her over at the waist and she gripped the edge of the dresser for support, his cock pressing between her buttocks. She trembled with anticipation, wondering what was coming next, a mixture of fear and excitement on her face. He stepped back, and she felt his hand move between her legs and a thick finger slide inside her pussy. After a couple of strokes, a second finger joined the first, and then a third, making her gasp. Her mouth hung open in pleasure as she watched him in the dusty mirror, his eyes looking hungrily down at her ass as he finger fucked her.

His fingers slid out, he held them in front of her face and smeared her juices over her lips, and she sucked each finger in turn, tasting her nectar. His hands dropped to her hips and he stepped forward and entered her from behind. Now with each stroke the head of his cock rubbed squarely against her G-spot, making her moan softly each time. His hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pumped in and out, and now he watched their reflections in the mirror, her heavy breasts swaying in time with his hips. Soon she was moaning loudly and with each thrust her volume increased, and with each moan his pace increased. The room was filled with her cries and the slap-slap-slap of his abdomen against her buttocks, exciting her even more. She came, long and hard, crying out, panting for air, and he stopped, waiting for her to catch her breath.

She stood on trembling legs and turned away from him, his cock sliding deliciously out of her pussy, and pushed him back onto the bed. He lay there looking up at her, his glorious cock glistening with her juices and pointing at the ceiling. She smiled hungrily and walked around the other side of the bed where his head lay and crawled on all fours over him, settling her dripping sex on his face.

Immediately his tongue went to work, licking from the bottom of her slit to the top of her clit, his hands tightly gripping her firm buttocks. She moaned with pleasure before lowering her mouth onto his waiting cock, tasting her on him. She alternated between sucking and jerking him off, the intense pleasure between her legs disrupting her rhythm, but she knew he was close by the way he'd pause every time her tongue swirled around his knob. Her pace quickened, wanting to drive him over the edge just as she came again, but her whole body shuddered as another orgasm rocked her.

Her moans were muffled by the cock in her mouth and it slid from her lips while waves of pleasure coursed through her. Out of breath, her hand continued to rapidly stroke and twist on his shaft until suddenly, he moaned loudly and his hand was on the back of her head, urgently pushing her down. She opened her mouth to take him in but the first jet of cum hit her cheek. She quickly devoured him, the rest of his seed pulsing into her mouth until he was still. She rolled off and looked up at the cracked ceiling, scooped his cum from her cheek and sucked it off her finger. The room was silent except for their breathing, and they lay there studying the ceiling, their bodies lightly touching.

"Thanks," she gasped after a few minutes, "I really needed that."

"My pleasure." He stretched his arms over his head, completely relaxed. "I love your outfit. Christ! I nearly came when I saw those garters and stockings."

She laughed. "I'm glad you liked them, I'll have to use them again sometime." Her hand went to his chest, her manicured nails lightly dragging across his skin. "I nearly creamed when you ripped my panties off."

"Sorry about that, I'll buy you a new pair."

"No, don't apologize. Like I said, I nearly creamed at that moment." They were quiet again before she started giggling. 

"What?"

"Who was that woman at the bar, the one who hit on you?"

"I have no idea," he grinned, shaking his head. "I thought you had arranged it."

"Nope, not me," she laughed again, the sound light and musical. "But she did fit right in with the scene."




A Brief Encounter



"Yeah, she did," he agreed. He propped his head in his hand and looked up her long body. "Next time, it's my turn to pick the fantasy."

"Sure, what will it be?"

"How would you feel if I'm a professor and you're a young coed who has to get an 'A' in my class or you'll lose your scholarship?"

"Hmm, sounds intriguing." She sat up to look at him. "Let me guess: I'm willing to do anything," her voice dropped lower and became husky, "and I mean anything, to get an A?"

He stared at her, his eyebrows arched, his mouth slightly open in surprise. She gave him a wicked smile and the slightest of nods, and all sorts of dark thoughts raced through his mind. He sat up and kissed her passionately, his member stirring to life. 

"When do we have to be home?" His hand roamed over her breast.

"Eight," was her answer, her lips pressed to his.

"Who's watching the kids?"

"Sandee, but she has a term paper to write for tomorrow so we can't be late."

"No time for round two?" he asked, his hand moving between her legs, his mouth gently kissing the soft skin of her neck.

Her answer caught in her throat as his finger entered her, stroking the walls of her vagina, sending a wave of pleasure rippling through her body. His mouth moved down, latching onto a nipple, his tongue teasing, but now she had a clear view of the cheap clock on the nightstand.

"Sorry," she sighed, reluctantly pushing his hand away. "We really do have to go," and she stood and collected her clothes. She dropped her panties in the wastebasket and started dressing.

"This was much too brief," he protested as he pulled on his clothes. "Maybe next time the kids could stay with my parents for the weekend," he offered.

"Sounds good to me," she replied, pulling him close for a deep kiss. 

His hands wandered up the back of her skirt, caressing the soft, smooth skin of her ass, threatening to delay them. She broke the kiss and picked up her briefcase. 

"Come on, my love, you can finger me in the cab."

"Deal," he said, holding the door open for her. "Let's go home."

They walked out into the city night holding hands, their step light, in search of a taxi.



A Brief Encounter



He waited for the elevator to come to the 5th floor. His life was a lot like the elevator; lots of ups and downs, but never seeming to go anywhere. The door opened, and there appeared the regular crowd: The cute girl who gets off on 9, the half mad guy from 11, the nice woman from 12; always said good morning to him. And then there was her. Tall, brunette, extremely classy, always on her phone, the Blackberry or her briefcase. She never seemed to look, never noticed how much he stared. She went up when he got off on 15. That meant she was with the investment firm that took up 16 and 17.

He entered the elevator, asked the cute girl to punch 15 for him. She smiled. Oh wow he thought, at least a smile today. The nice lady said hello and he answered back, the door closed and that imposing silence, the elevator silence, engulfed them. The beautiful lady was on the Blackberry today, probably texting some giant deal. Everyone got off at their respective floors and he was left with her. Then suddenly it happened. 

She looked over at him, jotted something on a piece of paper and handed it to him. She spoke. "Here, this is my personal number. Please call at exactly 10 AM. I have meetings until then. I want to go to lunch with you."

The door opened on 15 and he stood there with the note in his hand. "Are you getting off on your floor or coming with me?" she asked.

My floor, she knows my floor he thought in amazement. He still had not spoken yet. He was in shock, could barely breathe, but he managed to squeak out the words: "Yeah getting off here, I promise I'll call, lunch of course."

She stopped the door from closing as he stood in the entry way looking at her. "Listen," she said, "you are very handsome. I have seen you in here every day. I like handsome men. Please call me."

He stood there even more dumbfounded. She had just called him handsome, and he was trying to fathom where this would lead. Her...she...lunch....the gorgeous woman from above....call her. His morning passed slowly. He did his work, robot-like, but without his brain. It was elsewhere. He tried keeping his mind off of her. He kept looking at his watch, the minutes were passing so slowly, but finally it was five till 10. Call now, no wait she said 10...his heart was racing...At 10:00:15 he picked up the phone and called...A woman answered, but it wasn't her voice. 

"I was calling Ms...." he was cut off in mid-sentence. "She is expecting your call. I'll put you through said the voice."

"Hello," he said. 

"Hi there" she answered. 

"I'm calling about lunch," he managed to say. 

"Well," she said, "this is a special lunch." "I am going to be very direct here. I want to make love to you," she said. 

He dropped the phone, juggled it in mid-air. "Why yes, make love." he stammered. 

"Shhh,"she said. "Let me explain. Please do this. Go the Stephen Austin Hotel, know it?" 

"Of course," he said. It was just around the corner. 

"Ask for the Concierge, his name is Stephen. Tell him that Ms. Mary has sent you. He will know. He will take you to a hotel room. You need to be there by 11:45, can you do that?"

"Yes," he said.

"Wait there for me. I'll explain more, promise. And trust me...what is your name?"

"Michael," he said. 

"Michael, this is what I really want....I've seen you looking at me...I have been watching, believe me...and I want you. I'll see you then."

He hung up. He was dripping everywhere. He was sweating, his nose was running...why was that he thought?...he was dripping precum....He felt very warm all over.

One of his co-workers peaked in and looked. "Hey, you ok?" he asked. 

"Oh I am fine. I need to take an early lunch today." "No problem." said his friend.

He left the office at 11:30, walked slowly to the hotel. He went in. He had never stayed there. He saw the sign for concierge. He walked over and said, "May I speak to Stephen?"

"That's me," the man said grinning. 

"Ms. Mary sent me and said you would know..."

"Oh yes," he said. "I know, just follow me." He grabbed a key card from under his desk. "You are one hell of a lucky guy," he said. 

"Yeah tell me."

"She is exquisite. Always. If she is doing this, well, let's just say, I know how to be discreet; and this doesn't happen often." "Are you here for the big meeting today?" asked Stephen.

"No, she just talked to me...asked me...I am still a bit confused."

They entered room 1625. "This is her room. I am sure she will be here shortly." Michael started to tip him, but the Concierge refused. 

"That has already been more than covered my man."

There were suitcases already in the room. He looked around. What should he do: undress, no, too gross. Sit on the bed, no too direct. A chair, sit in a chair. He did. Five minutes later he heard the card slide, and lock slip...it was her.

"Michael, ummm so glad you could come. I know this all may be very strange. I mean we have never spoken, but I have noticed you, noticing me mostly." She stood there, 

immaculately dressed...totally beautiful. He thought he looked like a schlep compared to her. 

"Michael, I really need this today. Today, this afternoon to be precise, downstairs, I will open a meeting about the biggest merger of software companies ever to take place in this town. I have brokered the deal from Day 1. It means millions of dollars will change hands and obviously our company will greatly benefit. But me Michael, I need someone to make love to me. I have to go in there, completely relaxed and confident. I need to be fucked, and I want you to do it. We have until about 1:30, when unfortunately, people will start arriving downstairs. I am all yours."

She walked over, slipped out of her jacket...then unbuttoned her silk blouse. "Please understand, I want you; crazy yes, but you."

She took off her blouse, and then slipped from her bra in one move. She stood there. He looked. Her two breasts looked perfect. She was perfect...makeup, hair, body. 

"Well she said...do you like what you see so far?" 

He walked over to her, took her in his arms, and kissed her, not just any kiss, but one they both would remember. Their tongues danced as he fondled her tits. When he stopped, she was gasping.

"Had I known you kissed like that, this would have happened six months ago." She grabbed him, pulled him into her waiting tits, "Try kissing these." He did as she asked and kissed her breasts. As he playfully kissed and licked, he felt her nipples growing larger and harder, begging him for more attention. 

The next hour and fifteen minutes were filled with love making. He sucked on her tits as she slipped out of her skirt, her slip, then her panties. She had a gorgeous ass. He

grabbed it as he sucked harder. She leaned back, already moaning...already. 

"Your tongue feels wonderful rolling on my nipples she said....so wonderful." She started helping him undress. His dick was harder than he had ever felt it. Her own body was responding with delicious warmth and incredible urges. 

"Oh yes she said...I want that," as she reached inside his shorts. She knelt down and slipped his waiting dick into her mouth. "My turn," she said. He stood there in complete ecstasy. She sucked him softly, getting his dick deep into her mouth. 

"Ummm.....magnificent." she said.

Suddenly she stopped and pulled back the blankets and opened the sheets...she was on the bed. 

"Please Michael, lick me from behind." 

His mouth was suddenly all over her; all over her waiting pussy. She kept moving, he kept tonguing.

"Get my ass hole," she said. "I want it wet." He licked all over her; from her pussy back up. She moved with his rhythm. He had never done this; not like this. She was so willing, so ready; he had never felt such wetness. She began fingering her clit. 

"Keep going, right there, your tongue, there. I want to do this so badly." 

As he kept licking and tonguing, she kept fingering her clit. Suddenly she exploded. Oh fuck yes. She shoved his face deep into her pussy. 

"Now my ass again please, oh please." He did what she wanted. He almost came. 

"God not yet," he thought...not yet....

He stood up and began fucking her doggy style. It seemed they each knew exactly the right thing to do. He kept pumping her, her moans and sounds were driving him crazy. She stopped him, put his dick in her mouth again and began sucking. 

"I love my own juices," she said. He almost came again. No wait he thought; inside of her. She pulled him on the bed and told him to keep going. 

"This time in my ass. I want you to fuck my ass." She grabbed some oil from the table. "Use this, then fuck me, I am aching for you to fill my ass." 

He put the oil on her. Her ass was already wet with his sucking and licking. He pushed gently but easily slid inside of her.

"Yes," she said. "Oh gods yes. Now...make me cum." 

He began sliding in and out of her. He could see her tits as he looked around her moving back and forth as he moved.

"Oh god, yes, yes, Fuck me Michael, I want you to fuck me," she kept saying. He did. He kept pumping, slowly at first then with a nice rolling rhythm. As he moved she did. She was enjoying it so much. She was moaning and laughing; crying out and pushing with her ass. 

"Now I am going to cum," she said; and she did. "Oh shit...fuck..."she cried. "Ooohh," she cried. "Oh my god yes." Suddenly, just as she screamed, as he felt her ass contracting in deep pulses, he came, he screamed. "Oh yes," she said. That was what I wanted; you cumming up my ass."

She collapsed on the bed. He was on top of her. They lay still for five minutes. He could feel his dick, still half hard on her ass, as he moved, she wiggled under him. She turned over, staring up into his eyes.

"Michael," she said. I needed fucked, but what I got...well...damn...Michael...that was wonderful."

He looked down at her...makeup a bit smeared...hair ruffled, but still gorgeous. Her tits were swollen. Her nipples ached to be sucked. He gently kissed them and sucked. 

"Now kiss me again," she said. "Like that first time." He did, very gently, very purposefully. "Ummm...yes...." She could feel him getting slightly hard again...

They lay on the bed forever it seemed. They would kiss more, and then fondle each other. After a bit, she reached down and felt him very hard again. 

"Let me see if I can do this." She flipped him over on his back. She got between his legs, and sucked. She pumped him with her hand as she sucked and licked. 

"Your dick tastes wonderful," she said looking up. "Now cum in my mouth." As she sucked, he lost track of where he was, what was going on. He just felt her. Then he came, he arched his back and still felt her licking and pumping. 

"There," she said. "Even steven, two apiece." She laid down on his chest. "Where have you been she asked?"

She finally looked at the clock. "Damn. I have to get ready Michael." "Watch me dress before you go?" She went to the closet and pulled out another tailored suit. This is my killer suit she said. I wear it at every big closing. She opened her suitcase retrieved silk panties and bra. All lace, all silk. He lay there totally amazed. She put on her slip, the bra, and a lovely light green blouse, and then her skirt. 

"Will you need these," he asked, as he handed her the silk panties she had slipped out of when they began. 

"Hmm, no, I think you should keep those, as a reminder of our lunch date. Michael, that was incredible. I mean I needed fucked, but what I got was well..."

"Come," she said. He went into the bathroom with her. "I need to freshen my makeup."

What she didn't know was that he thought that was one of the sexiest things women did. He watched her fix her hair, then touch up her eyes, a little color; more mascara. 

She glanced over at him. "Like this huh?" He just shook his head. She took out some coral lipstick. "Not red, not for a closing, too pretentious," she said. He watched

as the lipstick glided over her lips. He was dying to kiss her again. "No,"she

said. "No more kisses, not today." She smiled. She touched up her blush, moved

three strands of hair, and then stood up straight. "Well what do you think?" she asked. 

"Am I ready?" 

He stood there, almost out of breath. "You have no idea," he said. "For months I have seen you in that elevator. I have wanted to talk to you, say: Good morning; grab you and make love to you in the elevator with everyone watching." 

She grinned. "A bit kinky...never done that," she said.

"You have no idea how many times I have wished for a moment, an encounter with you just like this, just like now," he said. 

Mary looked at him, deep into his eyes, reached over and touched his face. "Dream no more Michael." Then she kissed him again. He tasted her lips, her lipstick, her tongue, all inside of her mouth. "Now let me fix that lipstick again," she laughed. "Dreams do come true, you know?"



A Brief Encounter



Contents:


1.	Anticipation 

2.	Irritation

3.	Hunting

4.	Anger

5.	Retribution 

6.	Despair

7.	Satisfaction






1.	Anticipation


Susan was pleased to see that the brightly lit lift was empty when the silver doors smoothly whished opened in front of her. 

She was on the fifteenth floor and it would be a longish ride down to the lobby of the modern, city centre hotel. The wall length mirror on one side of the enclosed space not only made it look bigger, but it was also the perfect opportunity for Susan to check out her appearance before she appeared on her 'stage'.

This was one of the highlights of any business trip for the smart young lady gazing back at her reflection in a mixture of pride and anticipation. She was tall, but not too tall, tall enough to carry a good, slim figure. Her shoulder length blonde hair was beautifully combed, sleekly cascading around her narrow, elegant face and absolutely shining in the bright lights. All that brushing had really been worth it!

The steel grey eyes narrowed slightly as she adjusted one of her long black eyelashes, ever so slightly out of place. No-one else would probably have noticed, but she'd got where she was today by being a stickler for detail, among other things, and that wasn't going to desert her now!

Her eyes dropped to her plain white blouse, shaped perfectly around her narrow waist and tightly around her bosom. She'd realised early in life that she wasn't a 'big' girl, but she knew how to display what she had. The two respectable bulges projected far enough out to stretch the material tightly across her lilac bra which peeped tantalisingly out from between the buttons straining to hold everything in! The top three buttons were undone, displaying the two swellings of her upper breasts in between which nestled a simple silver locket on the end of a matching, thin chain.

She ran her hands down her side to feel the tightness of the fit and then onto her waist, covered in an absolute knockout, black pencil skirt. She'd stumbled on this item on a previous business trip. It fitted her perfectly. Tightly across her slim, rounded behind and almost imprisoning her legs together as it ran over her thighs to finish a couple of inched above her knees. Had it not been for the long slit cut into the back, she wouldn't have been able to walk and even so, there was no way that she could wear anything underneath except the skimpiest of thong or g-string. 

Today she'd decided on the lilac and black g-string, matching the delicate half-cup and extremely uplifting bra. It felt skimpy. It FELT heavenly!

She'd briefly considered suspenders, but knew that they'd be wrong with the tight skirt. She wanted to look hot, but not 'tarty', so she'd finally pulled on a pair of sheer black hold-up stockings. Sheer that is apart from the artificial 'seam' built into the back! She twisted her hips slightly to check that they were straight. They were – inevitably!

And propping this all up were a pair of sleek black high heels with murderous looking three inch silver stilettos. She'd wanted to look hot. She laughed. She did look hot!

Satisfied, she noted the numbers fast counting down, straightened up and gave a quick, practiced check of her subtle make-up.  Just the right balance of light rouge to accentuate her soft, moist lips delicately coated as they were in a deep red lipstick. "They look so kissable! Perfect!" she almost giggled to herself in her excitement.  

The muted lift tone as it reached the lobby was an almost annoying distraction. She dragged her eyes away from the mirror, took a deep breath before letting a practiced, confident expression spread over her face as the doors opened. She had arrived on her stage!


2.	Irritation



Cynthia was perched on one of the shiny chromium plated, black leather stools spread along the front of the hotel bar. It was all very modern, very bright, very 'in-your-face'. It just wasn't Cynthia!

She twirled her straw idly in the tall glass of fresh orange for a few more minutes, feeling the annoyance build within her yet again. She glanced up into the long plate glass mirror behind the bar. It was covered with bottled drinks dispensers, but in between she saw her reflection. That made her even more annoyed.

It wasn't that she looked ugly or anything so dire. Her figure was full but not plump. Her dark brown hair was pulled back tightly behind her head into a short pony tail. She was wearing a modern grey business suit with matching jacket and skirt, the jacket unbuttoned now allowing her plain white blouse to reveal the curves of her generous breasts. She thought that she looked okay, and there had been one or two men's heads turning as she'd walked into the bar. She ought to have been pleased, but she wasn't.

She looked more closely at her face. It was rounded and pleasant, her brown eyes looked warm, despite the narrowing of her eyes which had emphasised some of the lines in the surrounding skin.  "Well, late thirties gal," she sighed to herself in exasperation, "you can't expect to look like a young movie-star!"

Her eyes dropped back to her drink. 

"If only........." she thought for what seemed like the hundredth time.

If only she'd got the Head of Sales job! It was rightfully hers after all. She was good at her job, everyone said so, and she'd been with the firm since leaving college. She'd been promoted regularly, she'd worked hard. She'd put the hours in. More hours than she'd needed to if truth be told! She'd put the job before her private life, still single, she'd wanted to succeed. She still wanted to succeed! God, but it was so frustrating!

She took in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, trying to remain calm.

If only the board hadn't decided to bring an outsider in! If only it hadn't been that dreadful woman Susan Chambers!

"Where the hell is she?" she thought grumpily. This was just like Susan. They'd eaten dinner early, soon after arriving so that they could compare notes about the big presentation tomorrow. Cynthia had gone to the bar to get the drinks in, and Susan had disappeared upstairs to 'get into something more comfortable'. That was forty minutes ago! She glanced at the other drink in front of her and took some satisfaction in seeing that the ice in the gin and tonic had melted.

She knew exactly what was coming next. That was the really annoying thing. She'd had to accompany her new boss on a number of business trips since the usurper had taken 'her' job six months ago. At first she'd been shocked, but now she tried hard to restrain her feelings, struggling with the embarrassment that she couldn't quite get over.

It was the noise that alerted her to Susan's arrival. Well, actually, the lack of it. All big hotel bars have that underlying buzz of conversation going on in the background. Cynthia had been in the bar long enough for her brain to have filtered it out, but when it suddenly stopped, her eyes shot up and in the reflection of the big bar mirror, she saw that her tormentor had appeared in the bar's entrance.


3.	Hunting


Susan had enjoyed the short walk from the lifts across the large marbled lobby which was busy with latecomers still checking in, and over to the entrance to the hotel bar.

She'd walked like she owned the place.  Head held high, shoulders back, bosom out, hips swaying and glossy blond hair bouncing on her shoulders as she flounced across the open space, her stilettos tapping out a loud drumbeat to mark her progress. She kept her eyes straight ahead, but was acutely aware of the heads turning in her peripheral vision. She smiled. She still remembered the time when she'd had a wolf whistle in the lobby of the Hilton a few years ago. It had sent shivers down her spine to receive such overt attention in that classy environment. It still did!

She wondered for a moment why she did this, but only for a moment. In the depths of her soul, she realised that she was probably hooked on the attention that she could generate. It gave her a buzz. It made her feel alive. She was like a new person. 

It was strange, she thought, that she could act out her fantasies like this on business trips. She was happily married to Geoff, a fourth generation banker back home. She lived in a big suburban house, had two adorable young children and a cat. It would have been easy to sink into the life of a spoiled mum, but she'd never been tempted. She had a career and she intended to make her own mark in the world, and look-out anyone who got in her way! Oh, and she intended to have some fun as well! Flirting a little was just part of the game after all! 

Ok it had led to a few one night stands over the years, but not that many. She liked to flaunt herself, but it took something special to tempt her to go beyond that. But every now and then, someone special came along. A little thrill ran though her as she wondered whether it might happen tonight?

At the entrance to the bar she paused while she opened her purse and rummaged about inside. 

It was a well rehearsed act. It gave those inside time to absorb her appearance, and it gave her time for a surreptitious glance around the room. She had immediately seen Cynthia at the bar and disregarded her. It was the men that she was interested in! 

She was slightly disappointed to see relatively few 'targets'. A group of four middle-aged businessmen at a central table were in the middle of a joke when she noticed one make a comment and all their eyes swivelled around. Well, at least that was encouraging! An older couple were relaxing in the background, the man looked distinguished, grey hair, but sparkling eyes. She smiled as she noticed his partner look up, and then give him a deft kick on the ankle to regain his attention.  

A couple of teenagers were busily downing strange bright drinks and messing around on some game consoles. It was unbelievable! They were so engrossed that they hadn't even spotted her! 

Her attention finally centred on a youngish looking man in a blue suit sat at a table near to the bar. His head was down as he typed away on a laptop, a cup of coffee close to hand, but she saw him glance up and eyes widen briefly before dropping hastily down onto the laptop again. He had short, sandy hair and even from a distance she'd spotted his powerful looking frame. "Mmmmm ............. interesting!" she thought.

As she snapped her purse shut and began to stride across to the bar, her attention was back on Cynthia. Typically, she'd not changed out of her grey business suit and looked distinctly dowdy in Susan's eyes. At least be there'd be no competition in the attention stakes! 

She was slightly surprised that Cynthia hadn't moved on after being passed over for the Sales job. Maybe it was a good thing though. It had given Susan time to ease herself into an unassailable position with the board whilst knowing that there was always a safe pair of hands in the background to keep things ticking over. There was no doubt that Cynthia was good at her job, a great researcher and developer of sales pitches. It just needed Susan to bring off the deals and take the credit!

However, she'd already decided that now was the time for a parting of the ways. At next month's performance review she was going to lay it on the line with her older subordinate. She'd offer her a good package of course, she wasn't mean after all, but she'd be firm and show her the door. Cynthia simply wasn't needed any more.

As she reached the bar, she beamed at her colleague, leaned over to give Cynthia a little insincere peck on the cheek, considered complaining about the lack of ice in her drink but decided against spoiling the moment because she was contemplating how best to hoist herself up onto the chrome and leather bar stool.

She was ideally placed a few yards away from the handsome young business man with the laptop, who'd hardly be able to avoid seeing her climb onto her perch. She was half in conversation with Cynthia, but acutely aware of the man's eyes as she stepped onto the stool rail and swung her shapely behind up onto the leather. By squirming a little to settle in, she'd been able to drag the hem of her black skirt high up her thighs. Perfect. And to finish off the effect, she twisted her legs round to face the young man before slowly crossing them in front of him. He could hardly have missed the tantalising view between her stocking clad legs!

She glanced fleetingly across at him. He hadn't. 

He'd dropped his eyes when he saw her looking his way, swallowed and pulled up his hand to loosen his tie. She thought that she heard something like a subdued cheer from the table of business men, but ignored it. That was why she preferred to flirt with singletons!

For the next quarter of an hour her attention was divided. She managed to keep her side of the conversation with Cynthia going about the next day's meetings, but her real attention was focussed on her young man. She'd decided that he was late twenties, strong shoulders, blue eyes and a cute face. Very nice, very fancyable!  Maybe tonight really would be special she wondered fleetingly.

She'd managed a bit more squirming on her chair to drag up the hem line of her skirt almost to her stocking tops, and re-crossed her legs a couple of times to keep his interest. She could feel her own excitement rising with each hungry glance that the young man directed at her. Finally she caught his eye briefly and slowly moistened her shiny lips with the tip of her tongue. She laughed inside as she saw him swallow again before looking down and tapping away even harder at his keyboard.


4.	Anger


Suddenly her attention was dragged back to Cynthia. What was that she'd been saying? She struggled to pick up the threads of the conversation.  

It was something about the Ladies Powder Room for Christ sake! Cynthia had been going on about how luxurious it was, how the decor was so good, and now she was getting off her stool! 

Finally Susan's memory caught up. Cynthia had said that she might have left some documents in there and was going to retrieve them. Really, the woman just had to go!

Susan spent the next few minutes casually sipping her new drink, twirling the ice around and gazing into thin air as she lazily fantasized about the young business man, now safely trapped and naked on her hotel bed. God, but she was getting horny! She glanced at him again, busily back at his laptop. His fingers were quick on the keys, but looked big and strong. She shivered a little as she imagined them running over own smooth skin. She swallowed. Wow, maybe this was going a bit too far, even for her? She checked her watch and realised with surprise that Cynthia had been gone for nearly twenty minutes. "Christ," she thought in annoyance, "What WAS keeping her?"

After another five minutes as the anger gradually boiled up inside, her lips pursed and her brow deepened, she finally snapped! "Damn that woman!" she snorted as she finished her drink and slammed it down on the bar. She was going to have to find her! 

Without a further thought she slid forward on the stool as her feet reached out for the floor. She immediately saw her targets' eyes widen as her skirt caught on the stool edge and rode way up above her stocking tops. In a moment's confusion as she completed the dismount, she stooped and quickly dragged it down to respectable levels again, but not before the whole room had enjoyed the exposure of her long legs. Normally this wouldn't have bothered her too much, but this had been an inadvertent act that had left her feeling flustered, a feeling not helped when she glanced across the room at the table of businessmen, one of who was grinning broadly and bringing his hands together in slow motion, silent applause!

"Damn, Damn, Damn that woman!" she breathed as she stormed out of the bar. Cynthia was going to pay for this!

In the reception area she paused to calm down, get her breathing steadied before quickly looking around. This time it wasn't for men.

She identified the gold letters on the wall by the reception desk indicating the Ladies Powder Room, and followed the sign into a small corridor. Her feet moved noiselessly over the plush carpet until she pulled up in front of the door where she did a quick check of the gold symbol to ensure that this really was the Ladies Room. She raised her eyes expressively as she recalled her total embarrassment when she'd simply waltzed into the Men's Room at the Holiday Inn a few months back after just a couple of drinks too many. Men could be such children at times!

As she entered she worked out a suitable scathing remark to make to Cynthia and was ready to give her both barrels!

 It was wasted. The place was empty.  

"Where the hell has she got to?" she thought in exasperation. 


5.	Retribution 


She scanned the room again. Cynthia had been right about the decor. The lush, burgundy carpet spread out before her led up to a row of spotlessly white wash basins, half jutting out from a teak bench. Above the sinks ran a long mirror. The walls were done in soft pink, mixed with bands of more burgundy. The ceiling lighting was soft and indirect, but above each basin was a bright make-up light. Only one of them was switched on, in the middle of the row. 

The only fault that she could find was a failed light at the far end, making one corner of the room a little darker, where half a dozen stalls lined the other wall.

She checked the doors. They were all part open.

"Cynthia, are you there?" she called quietly. Silence was her only reply.

"Damn the woman!" she repeated to herself as she went over to stand in front of the bright light. 

As she stood in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but pose. She imagined what the men must have thought in the bar, particularly as she'd got off the stool. She could smile at it now. Here, on her own.

Her eyes glinted as she bent down a little and gradually lifted her skirt hem up her thighs, enjoying the narcissist thrill as her legs and stocking tops were slowly exposed. She lifted a little higher, over her bare thighs and finally exposing a flash of lilac between her legs. She bent one knee across the other to enhance the sexiness of the pose, her eyes transfixed. "Wow," she thought breathlessly, "You're so, so hot!"

She was so engrossed that she nearly missed the sound that brought her out of her reverie. 

She twisted sharply round, skirt still around her bottom and was shocked to see that a figure had slipped in through the door.  Normally she would have dragged the skirt down in embarrassment, but this time she was so surprised, she just stood there, eyes wide. Bending down by the door was the young man in the blue suit, apparently twisting a key in the lock!

She was frozen in place as he straightened up, and quickly started towards her. Her mouth opened, but she couldn't generate sound. She felt paralysed.

Within seconds he'd reached her, sandy hair bouncing as he approached, deep blue eyes boring into her, a slow smile spreading over his face.

Deep down she realised that now was a good time to take action – at least to drop her skirt! But still she didn't speak ...........or move. Just waiting for him to arrive, transfixed.

Absently, she registered that he was taller than she'd thought, over six feet probably. The wide, muscular shoulders she had spotted though, revealed briefly as the suit jacket swung open. 

His arm came up. She cringed back a little from the blow, but his firm hand had simply wrapped itself around the back of her neck and was pulling her towards him, towards his moist lips. She should have twisted away she realised, but those lips were acting like a magnet as she felt her own soft lips open slightly in response, and then they were covered by his as he bent forward.




A Brief Encounter



For a second she did resist, placing a hand on his chest as his lips began to work on her own. There was a momentary withdrawal backwards as he pressed down on her, but within seconds she felt her own lips pressing back against his, her tongue starting to fight its way into his mouth as her body instinctively pushed back into him. Suddenly, her heart was pounding as she was lost in the moment.

The kiss was becoming frantic as her hands reached up to wrap around his neck, fingers combing through his hair. His hands had dropped from her head and were now roaming across her slender back, sending delightful little shivers up her spine. Then they were dropping down and with a start she felt the hem of her skirt being dragged up even higher, over her waist, the strong hands dropping further to caress the hot, exposed cheeks of her bottom, pressing her tightly against his hard body. Her muscles tautened as she felt the fingers press hard into her soft flesh.

She gave a little moan as his lips finally pulled away, but at the same time she felt the hands on her bottom grip even more firmly and suddenly she was being lifted upwards. Her head was spinning as she soared into the air, before she dropped down again, the soft cheeks of her bottom now resting on the curved edges of two of the adjacent porcelain bowls.  The cold hard surface under her hot flesh brought her quickly back to reality. He'd sat her on the edge of the table, between two bowls, pushed open her legs and his hands were now busy on her blouse, dragging open the buttons until he reached her ruffled up skirt. She was hypnotised by the speed of his fingers as he pulled the blouse open to reveal her pretty lilac bra, the delicate half cups leaving plenty of rounded flesh open to him and her heavy breathing was lifting them up and down mesmerizingly.

He stopped for a moment to admire his handiwork, drinking in their beauty. From deep within her, a voice was still telling her to push him away, to jump down, to escape. 

She did none of these things. 

She just watched on in apprehension, her breathing stopped as his hands lifted up towards her chest. She couldn't stop the long drawn out sigh escaping from her lips has the hands finally cupped her bra covered breasts, her skin becoming almost electric under his touch. He squeezed them briefly, before slipping his fingers between the smooth flesh and the soft bra, easing the material sideways to expose both of her gorgeous orbs. When his fingers traced their way back across the sensitive, curved flesh to rub against her erect nipples she felt a surge of pleasure that absolutely blew away any thought of resistance. Now she just wanted more of that pleasure, more of those strong fingers!

Her head rocked back, her eyes shut tight, her heart pounded as he gripped her nipples between finger and thumb, squeezing and twirling them relentlessly. They felt like they were on fire. They felt like they must be a foot long. They felt glorious!

Then, suddenly, the tantalising fingers were gone! She groaned as she opened her eyes, just in time to see his head dropping down and seconds later, the fingers had been replaced by his wonderful mouth. His lips and tongue explored her taut nipple briefly before she felt his teeth on her, nibbling hard. She gave out a little cry of shock, but soon her head had shot back again as, incredibly, the pain seemed to intensify the pleasure that was now washing around her brain.

The lips and teeth soon completed their handiwork on one breast and transferred to the other. This time, there was an added distraction for her befuddled brain. She felt a hand on her stocking clad knee. As her breast was being tantalised, half her brain was tracking the hand as it rose smoothly up her inner thigh. As it passed the elasticated top of her stockings, it paused briefly, the fingers feeling the edge of the material and running around the bare flesh above them in little circles. They were now only inches from her thong covered mound, and she could hardly breathe as the tension of waiting to be touched there built up to levels that she thought might explode her heart.

Suddenly the fingers moved quickly to firmly cup the damp, triangular shaped material between her legs. She let out another cry as the electric messages from between her legs swamped her and the accumulated air in her lungs shot out in a long sigh. The area around her pussy and labia had been getting hotter and hotter as the man had brought her this far. Now they felt absolutely molten!

For the next few minutes, Susan just squirmed in pleasure on the hard surface as his fingers delved and explored between her legs, the thin material of her thong proving no barrier whatsoever.  Vaguely she heard strange little animal-like sounds, as if from a long distance. With a subdued sense of surprise she realised that it was her mouth that they were coming from. She had no control of this, her body was simply responding to the way that the man's firm fingers were playing her. Like a master pianist bringing out sensual music from his instrument.

She felt that this could have gone on for ever as the fires between her legs brought her higher and higher, the incredible sensual tension rising remorselessly. It didn't. All too quickly his fingers abandoned their exploring, hooked themselves under the material of the thong between her wide spread legs and began to drag them downwards. The material stretched, but the thong was firmly positioned high over her waist. He pulled harder. Susan could feel the material starting to strain, but she wanted it off almost more than he did. Her hands shot to her waist, easing the straining chords over her hips as she raised her bottom slightly to allow him to pull them away. The little triangle of lilac material disappeared downwards remorselessly as he pulled her legs together so that he could drag them over her feet, one of her expensive high heeled shoes dropping to the floor alongside the flimsy fabric.  

They were both breathing hard as his he bent back up, his hands quickly on her knees and dragging her legs open again. She wasn't dramatically hairy. The small triangular tufts of light brown hair between her legs pointed straight to the sexy folds of skin beneath, the lips already parted invitingly and glistening with her juices.

He didn't give that sensual sight more than a quick glance however as his hands went to his waist, unbuckling the narrow black belt, releasing the zipper and easing down the blue suit trousers. Her eyes followed his movements with a kind of animal like hunger.

Susan watched on in a kind of dread anticipation as his hands returned to his waist and dragged down the powder blue boxers underneath. She gasped as she saw the mighty erection which, once released, rose up to point straight at her. It looked enormous. It looked so, so good! She was enthralled by what she knew was coming next.

She didn't have to wait long. 

In seconds he was back in front of her. She looked down between her exposed breasts in awe as his cock pushed up towards her juicy labia lips. She'd stopped breathing again as the tip nestled up to her most sensitive flesh, she shut her eyes, waiting helplessly for the moment of penetration, her whole being focussed on the nerves around her vagina.

Nothing happened. 

She opened her eyes in shock and puzzlement. He was just looking back at her quizzically. She couldn't understand. She just wanted him in her. The seconds dragged on and her frustration sky-rocketed. She tried pushing her hips forward, but his hips just just swayed back with her, the tip of his cock still nestling up against her red hot opening.

She searched his eyes with her tormented own. Finally, in a small, almost little girl voice she whispered, "pleeeeeease". Her tormentor smiled at last, placed his strong hands back around her bottom cheeks and pushed forward hard.

Susan's head shot back once again, her eyes closed as she wallowed in the red hot feelings from below as his cock finally invaded her innermost space, relentlessly advancing until she was sure that it could go no further. She was wrong. After the initial pause, his fingers tightened under her and his strong arms pulled her bottom hard forward just as he gave a last push. The breath rocketed out of her as she felt him drive even further into her welcoming cavern, the shock of their two bodies abruptly meeting sending delicious shivers dancing around her clit.

She wanted to savour the feeling, to wallow in the warm sensation, but no sooner had he driven so deep within her, than he began to pump away between her legs like a machine! 

They were short, hard, almost merciless and continuous strokes.  Each one crashing home between her legs like a ram, setting her whole body quivering as he almost lifted her up from the bowls. Her head was spinning, her breasts jumping like crazy tops. She had to wrap her arms around his neck to hang on. As the fire between her legs developed into a blaze, a continuous high pitched whine began to escape from her lips as she felt herself heading for an enormous climax. Time stood still.

Then, incredibly, it stopped. Her befuddled mind couldn't quite grasp it at first as she felt that red hot poker sliding smoothly out of its lair. What was happening? She was so, so close!  


6.	Despair



As a long low moan of disappointment escaped her lips, she suddenly felt his hands under her bum again and she was soaring upwards like a rag doll, and then downwards as he dropped her onto her knees in front of him on the soft carpet. Her pleasure filled brain was still struggling to catch up, but she could see that her face was within inches of his erect cock. It was waving about a little in front of her, still mightily erect, glistening with a coating of her juices, veins standing out like dark snakes. His hands were ruffling her hair as he began to lean towards her.

Then she finally realised what was happening! He wanted her to suck him off! It was incredible she thought in despair, she just didn't give head to anybody! It wasn't her style. She didn't know how to do it. She'd never lost control of sex like this before.

Whilst all these thoughts were racing through her brain, the glistening cock was nosing its way up to her mouth, the hands in her hair holding her face towards him. For a moment she tried to twist away, but it was too late as he thrust forward and the head pushed its way between her soft lips and invaded her mouth.

For a second she gagged but almost instantly, with a life of it's own, she felt her tongue wrapping itself around the monster feeling its way over the firm, invading flesh, tasting the combination of their juices. He seemed to tense as he felt the tongue going to work, savouring the moment himself, before he was easing it further and further forward. She didn't think that she'd be able to handle it, but he twisted her head slightly and it slid easily into her throat. Her tongue was still busy on the stem of the cock and she could feel it almost quivering under the caress. He seemed to be struggling to control it himself as he drew back slightly and then, with a gasp, pushed forward and she was shocked to feel the convulsions ripple along it as he climaxed and warm, viscous fluid spurted into her throat.

She swallowed. So that was what it was like! 

He stood before her breathing hard for a few minutes, and then she heard herself wail slightly as he withdrew from her mouth, his penis a limp imposter from the mighty cock that had been pounding her just a few minutes earlier.

The wail was self-pity. She'd been so near a climax herself, and now it was all over! He'd taken his pleasure and was now going to leave her frustrated. How could she have let this happen?! 

She watched in frustrated silence as he pulled up his boxers, hiding the instrument of her torture, followed by his suit trousers and quickly buckled up his belt. 

Then he surprised her again as he bent down, firm hands reaching under her bottom again as he lifted her effortlessly up onto her perch between the washbasins, the cold porcelain again digging hard into her soft cheeks.

For some unknown reason, her legs opened automatically again and her sopping pussy was back on display. She was feeling frustrated, miserable and a little scared as he picked up her right hand and fed the fingers into his mouth letting his tongue caress them briefly before pulling them out. He stared deeply into her eyes as his own fingers led her moistened digits down towards her pussy.  She couldn't fathom his mood but his intention was obvious. If she wanted a climax she must do it herself! His fingers were already pressing hers into the soft flesh around her labia as she tried to bring herself to reject him. She should push him away. She couldn't!

Her fingers were soon feeling their practised way around her most treasured area, easing apart the delicate folds of flesh pushing up against her most sensitive spot of all. She shivered as her clit responded, encouraging the fingertips to start little circular rubbing motions, the kind that she knew would bring on a climax fast. Suddenly she didn't care that he was watching, only the sensations radiating from between her legs mattered now. She shut him out by closing her eyes as she just lost herself in her feelings.

He smiled to himself as he watched her masturbate, her other hand soon lifting up to her breasts to tease and pull at her nipples to add to the excitement. He straightened his tie in the mirror, and smoothed down a few strands of stray hair. He checked his watch. It had been no more than ten or fifteen minutes. He wondered whether she knew?

His attention was finally dragged back to Susan as he saw her body arch and tense before sagging back onto the mirrored wall as a long drawn out sigh signalled her own, much delayed, climax.

He waited for her eyes to open again before smiling and then turning away from the woman's wanton looking pose. He took a step or two towards the door before turning and stooping to the floor.

She felt totally drained as she listlessly watched him pick up her lilac thong from the floor. He brought the delicate material up to his nose before smiling to himself and stuffing it away in his jacket pocket. He looked back at her for one last time, winked and then strode towards the door.

She couldn't believe it. He'd just taken her so roughly, so forcefully and now he was winking at her! She swallowed hard as she realised that, during the entire episode he hadn't said a word! 

She heard the key turning in the lock, and in a second he was gone. She was alone again. Her breathing was returning to normal when she suddenly realised with a start that the door was now unlocked. Someone could come in at any moment!

She groaned as she pushed her weary body off her perch, tottering briefly on unsteady legs as she urgently grabbed hold of her skirt and dragged it down from around her waist to cover up her nakedness. Her foot found and captured the missing shoe, and she turned at last to face the mirror.

She sobbed at the sight. Her hair was all over the place, her lipstick smudged, her soft blouse was gaping open, her gorgeous breasts hanging out over the useless bra cups. But worst of all, as she opened her mouth in silent shock were the angry red bite marks all over them. "Oh God," she whispered to herself in horror as she ever so delicately eased the bra cups back over the sensitive skin, "How am I going to explain them to Geoff?"

She flicked a frightened glance at the door again as she urgently buttoned herself up and tucked in her blouse. She used a wipe from the vanity table to clear away the worst of the smudges and looked at her hair. She had equipment in her purse to fix it, but she couldn't face it. She just wanted to get away, retreat to her room and soak in a hot bath. 

With a little whimper, Susan patted her hair into place as best she could, grabbed up her purse and stumbled out of the room, away from the torment.


7.	Satisfaction


The powder room was silent for long minutes after Susan had dragged herself out. Despite the relatively early hour, no-one came in.

Finally, with a little squeak, the door of the end stall swung fully open. It was the one in the darker corner where the faulty light had hid it in partial shadow. A figure emerged. It was a middle aged woman in a grey suit. It was Cynthia.

She took a couple of cautious steps into the room. She was carrying a small silver camcorder that she quickly switched off and hurriedly slipped into her shoulder bag.

She was breathing heavily, even now. She looked at the washbasins, picturing yet again Susan's semi-naked body being ravished by Peter. She had never seen sex so raw, so powerful! Even now, she could still feel the tingling between her own legs as she'd been caught up in imagining her boss's torment.

She went over to the rows of porcelain basins and ran her hand around the curved, hard surfaces that had so recently been digging in to Susan's shapely behind. She laughed harshly. There would be no sympathy from that quarter!

She looked in the mirror at her slightly flushed features and grinned. That really had been the best four hundred dollars that she'd spent, ever! 

It had been so simple. 

Her call the previous week to 'Hunk', the local male escort agency had led to the meeting earlier with the sandy haired Peter in the bar. He'd sounded a little dubious when she'd sketched out her proposition, even after she'd explained the background and she'd wondered whether he'd go through with it, but Susan's outrageous performance in the bar had evidently been the clincher.  Served her right!

She smiled back at herself, tipped her head slightly to one side and almost as an afterthought unbuttoned the top of her blouse, allowing the gentle mounds above her bra to peek out a little. The smile widened. She swallowed slightly in anticipation. 

After all, the best part was yet to come. 

She closed her eyes briefly as she pictured the naked form of Peter showering in her room upstairs as he prepared for her, for a night of passion. She shivered as she imagined those strong hands on her own body, how she'd run her own hands over his muscular frame. God, she just had to have him!

With a husky laugh, she twirled away from the mirrors and strode confidently towards the door. Absently, she patted the little bulge of the camcorder in her bag. 

Next month's performance and salary review was going to be a REALLY big surprise for someone!



The End 



A Brief Encounter



This is my first submission to Literotica and any constructive feedback is most welcome. Both characters are, of course, at least 18. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2012. 

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The branch line was one of the quieter stretches of railway that I'd encountered. The carriages were an old-fashioned style with no corridor, only a door on either side that opened out onto the platform. Perfect for an uninterrupted journey and an opportunity for me to tackle to pile of patient reports that I'd brought with me. Travelling from London had been arduous so far and I was looking forward to a relaxing final leg before attending my niece's wedding.

I took my seat on the old banquette, facing the direction of travel, by the window so I could take in the rural vistas when my paperwork became too tedious. I took out my copy of The Times and lit a cigarette, the smoke rising and meandering its way through the sunlight towards the small open window. A mote of ash fell onto my pinstripe trouser leg and I flicked it away with my left index finger before settling into my seat and waiting for the old train to wheeze its way out of the station. I turned the page, idly scanning the text, my mind on other matters.

The knock on the window snapped me out of my reverie and I looked onto the platform to see a guard gesturing at me to open the door. As I swung it open the guard stepped to one side and I saw he was standing next to a young girl dressed in a school uniform, a satchel over her shoulder, her trunk by her side.

"Sorry to bother you Doctor Hamilton," said the guard, "but this young lady is travelling alone and her guardian has requested that she be accompanied by a, as she put it, 'respectable' travelling companion throughout her journey. Forgive the imposition, but I wondered if you would mind her sharing your compartment?" The guard spoke with a deferential air, something I found mildly irritating yet reassuring of my position in society.

"No, no, that will be quite all right", I said briskly. I glanced at the young girl, quickly observing that she was a student at one of the better public schools in this part of the country. "Do come aboard my dear," I said to her, standing and holding out my hand to help her up the step. "I do have rather lot of work to be getting on with so please forgive me if I don't interact much."

My travelling companion looked up shyly, and said, softly, in a most refined accent, "Not at all sir, please don't let me a nuisance to you at all."

"I'm James Hamilton," I said, "and you are?"

"Elizabeth Spencer," she said with an almost imperceptible bend of the knee. 

"Charmed, charmed," I said absently, gesturing in the direction of the opposite seat.

She took a seat on the opposite banquette, a little way away from the window as the guard busied himself with her large trunk. I glanced in her direction and took in a little more of her appearance. She sat very upright, her hands folded in her lap. She was quite tall although clearly not fully matured. I estimated her height to be around 5 feet 6 inches, and she had a slender figure, although the signs of womanhood were immediately apparent. She wore a navy blue blazer and grey skirt that reached her knees, where it was almost met by perfectly white socks, smoothly pulled up. On her feet she wore black, lace-up shoes, her feet, like her knees absolutely together. Under her blazer she wore a white blouse and a neatly knotted tie. On her head was a navy blue, wide-brimmed hat that, as she sat with her head slightly bowed, covered much of her face. Her hair was tidied away inside the hat but I noticed from the wispy hairs on the back of her neck that she was blonde. Something inside me stirred at the sight of this primly presented specimen of wealthy society, her safety entrusted to me for the next couple of hours, at least.

I stubbed out my cigarette and crossed my legs, turning the page of The Times as I did. The guard blew his whistle and the train began to creep away from the station.

"My cousin is an alumnus of your school", I said, looking over the paper toward the girl. "Before your time, of course", I added.

She lifted her head and caught my gaze. This was the first time I had fully seen her face and I now saw that she did indeed have blonde hair, a neat fringe visible below the brim of her hat. Her large blue eyes became animated as she prepared to speak, clearly relieved to have something to talk about should this older man decide a conversation would be in order.

"Oh, how interesting," she said, "I'm in my final year there then Mummy wants me to go to finishing school in Geneva. May I ask what house your cousin was in? I'm captain of Bowness, you see". She stopped abruptly; suddenly aware she may have spoken out of turn. "I'm sorry; you said you had a lot of work to do. Please forgive me." Her head bowed once more, hiding her face.

"Please, please," I said encouragingly, "I'm always interested by connections, no matter how tenuous. Cousin Sophie was in Ulverston, I believe".

She looked up again, smiling. "Oh, wonderful, Mummy was in Ulverston too! How funny!" Her face had lit up, her full lips revealing perfectly white teeth. She was very pretty. My mind began to wander.





A Brief Encounter



"Don't worry, my darling", I reassured her as I knelt before her. "Please relax."

I kissed my way up her slender legs, from the top of her white socks, my hands on her firm buttocks. When I reached her mons I planted a kiss on her labia, then her clitoris, then softly began to lick. A whimper came from above me and I glanced up to see a shocked look on Elizabeth's face. 

"I told you it would be pleasant, didn't I?" 

A reluctant nod gave me my answer. I turned back to her soft, blonde pubic hair and licked the length of her labia, flicking my tongue over her clitoris. Elizabeth tasted as wonderful as she looked -- exquisite, sweet and somehow innocent. My licking, flicking and occasional soft sucking was having the desired effect and she was becoming very well lubricated. Her hands were now rubbing and pushing on my shoulders and my head, her fingers pressing into me as I stimulated her. She was whimpering and gasping, her legs already trembling as the pleasure built inside her. I hadn't imagined I could give her an orgasm, such would be her nervousness and reluctance, but her body was clearly building towards a climax as I licked and flicked. She was obviously a highly sensual creature. I used my finger inside her once more and increased the speed and pressure of my tongue on the centre of her femininity. Suddenly Elizabeth cried out and gripped my hair with her hands. She leant back against the window and I held her firmly by the bottom to prevent her legs giving way as my tongue danced across and around her hard button. She shuddered as her orgasm surged through her, pulsing around her body. Her whole body tensed as if electricity had replaced her blood and sinew.

As the waves of her climax ebbed away she became limp and I rose to hold her. Her skin was hot and damp, a sheen of perspiration covered her entire body. I held her in my arms as she recovered her composure, my still erect penis trapped between our bodies.

"I know this may experience may have been rather unexpected Elizabeth but I trust you found that enjoyable?"

"I've ever felt anything like that before, Doctor," Elizabeth said quietly, her voice weak and unsure. "Was that an orgasm?"

"Indeed my dear, it did occur to me that you may not have had the pleasure before. I'm only glad I was able to provide it", I said matter-of-factly. "Perhaps I may have been a little forward in my approaches but I do hope that has been countered somewhat now?"

Elizabeth looked at me nervously, regarding the stranger who little more than an hour or so earlier had been entrusted to ensure she remained safe during her journey. 

I glanced at my watch and noticed the arrival time at the next station was fast approaching.

"Now, Elizabeth," I said, looking down at my tumescence, "we don't have much time". Before she could open her mouth to speak I kissed her deeply once again and placed her hand on my erection as before. After I let go, pleasingly she maintained the rubbing motion on my penis as I took her breasts in my hands. 

"Turn around my darling," I whispered in her ear. Unsure what was happening I encouraged her to turn to face the window. I lifted the back of her blouse and gently placed my hand on the small of her back to bend her over. I bent my knees slightly and guided my erection towards the glistening lips of her vulva. 

"I assume you have ridden horses my dear?" I asked, as one hand massaged her opening.

"Yes, but why?" came the unsure reply.

"I'm glad, then this shouldn't be painful at all."

"Oh my gosh, Doctor Hamilton. Do you really have to do this to me?" Elizabeth's anxiety was palpable. I feared she might begin to cry again.

"It's only fair, my dear" I said. "If one receives something then it's only polite to return the favour, don't you agree?" 

"But, now I won't be a virgin on my wedding night", she said quietly, momentarily lost in a vision of her future self.

"I can assure you my darling that what you will learn from experiences such as these will be of much greater value to you than your virginity. Besides, you've already told me you're an experienced horsewoman so who will be able to tell?" With that I edge the head of my throbbing member between the hot, tight folds of Elizabeth's soft vagina and gently slid myself into her.

Her interior was so moist and welcoming, like a velvet glove, and as I slowly penetrated this beautiful young girl my head swam with the sensation. Elizabeth bit her lip as I began to fill her and the girth of my erection stretched her. I held her hips and began to slowly pull back and slide forward, each time pushing a little deeper. My assumptions about the effect of a horse's saddle on her hymen had been correct but still a whimper escaped her mouth and she steadied herself with her hands against the window. Her round bottom was pushed out towards me, her shapely legs clad in white socks and black shoes slightly apart and as I began to increase the speed of my thrusts a delicious sticky sound followed by a gentle slapping of skin emanated from between us.

I was all too aware that the next station was getting closer. Now wasn't he time for the extended lesson I would so have loved to give Elizabeth. My arousal was such that I knew I could sate my desires rather quickly but still I wanted to savour every moment of this perfect specimen of femininity. I increased my speed, and Elizabeth responded with a gasp to match each of my thrusts. My penis was travelling as far as it could within her and her gasps became moans. The heat of the carriage was intense, matched by a rich, exotic aroma. I gently eased my thumb into her anus and squeezed her right breast and nipple with my other hand. Elizabeth was now bracing herself against the window as I penetrated her with greater intensity and velocity. Each thrust elicited a high squeal from my partner before another orgasm was triggered in her and she began to shake and tremble. I continued to stimulate her anus as she climaxed, her vagina seemingly clamping tighter around me.

My own arousal was building but with no form of contraception and no desire to impregnate my student I withdrew before my ejaculation became imminent. Elizabeth gasped once more and looked around.

"Turn around and kneel down my dear", I instructed. This time Elizabeth didn't question me but did as I asked. I pushed my penis towards her mouth and she obligingly opened her lips. "Don't be shocked when I come" I advised her "but don't take your head away either or there'll be a terrible mess". I gave no thought to whether she knew what to expect from my own orgasm or not, my only thoughts were of the pleasure rising to an almost intolerable level within me. As soon as her mouth enveloped my glans my orgasm began. A rush of ecstasy exploded from my groin, wave after wave of exquisite sensations as my semen erupted, my pleasure was at its absolute zenith. Streams of my ejaculate jetted into her mouth and I let out an involuntary groan. I looked down to see Elizabeth's shocked eyes staring up at me as the jets subsided, her mouth still around my penis, her full lips keeping the seal tight. As my orgasm receded my thoughts cleared and I slipped from her mouth. 

"Oh my darling, that was remarkable", I said, smiling at her. "You did extremely well. Now I suggest you either swallow what's in your mouth or use the waste paper basket over there. I suggest the former, semen is very high in protein you know?"

Elizabeth, her face still a picture of shock looked around, then perhaps deciding a young lady shouldn't expectorate in front of a gentleman, gingerly swallowed before making a face.

"Eww, that was horrid", she exclaimed, screwing up her nose and waving her hand in front of her mouth.

Momentarily exhausted, I slumped onto the banquette whilst I regained my faculties. Elizabeth remained kneeling, reflecting on what had just occurred. She was flushed and perspiring gently in the stifling carriage.

"I do apologise my dear but I really had no option. As I said, you did very well", I told her, as one might encourage a student who had performed well. I lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. Blowing out the smoke I regarded Elizabeth and asked, "now that wasn't so bad was it?" 

Suddenly remembering where she was, Elizabeth pulled her still open blouse around her breasts. Bashfully she looked at me.

"I can't believe what you did to me, Doctor Hamilton."

"I may have been a little forward, I admit", I conceded, "but I do believe you enjoyed yourself too. Am I wrong?" I offered her my cigarette, which she took after a moments' hesitation before delicately inhaling as she had before.

"I still can't believe you made me do those things", she said, turning away.

"As I said, young lady, you are a treasure not to be squandered and I think we both know how enjoyable that was. You are a highly sexual being and you must learn to use your talents wisely. Now, we don't have much time so I suggest we make ourselves look decent. I rose from my seat and took her hand, helping her to her feet. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. I tasted a slight saltiness now in addition to the earlier sweetness and smoke.

As we quickly dressed I took in her fabulous appearance once more. Although a man of the world I had never come across such a flawless beauty and I wanted to retain as clear a mental picture as I could. 

By the time train began to slow we were both fully attired and looking as much like the young lady from the public school and the respectable city physician as we could muster. As the train drew up at the platform and Elizabeth stood to disembark I too stood and took her hand. 

"Thank you for a most pleasant journey. You were the ideal travelling companion Miss Spencer", I said, placing a kiss on her hand as the guard opened the door amidst a cloud of steam.

Elizabeth looked up at me, her hat once again hiding her true beauty. "Thank you too Doctor Hamilton; a most instructive journey", she said with a slight air of mischief. "At least I know who to come to if I need any further lessons in the natural sciences." A smile danced across her face and she turned to the door. The guard took her hand and helped her down the step. He looked at me and paused for a split second, perhaps unconsciously registering a change in his passengers' demeanours. 

"And thank you Doctor Hamilton," he said, "I'm sorry again for the imposition".

"Not at all", I said, "anytime, anytime".

As she busied herself with her satchel then walked along the platform towards the waiting driver I contemplated our encounter. It may have been my imagination but there had appeared to be a change of posture in Elizabeth. She almost appeared taller, her breasts more obvious, a glint in her blue eyes. Becoming a woman became her, I thought.



A Brief Encounter



More "Looking Back" coming up! Here's a little something different... As always, feedback please!

-R

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Our eyes lock and everything else fades away. I'm momentarily frozen in place. I feel my heart quicken and a rush of warmth between my legs.

You flash a half grin and I swear I can see your eyes dilate as they move over my body hungrily, even from across the room. I gently chew the corner of my lower lip as my own eyes caress your form.

Your tongue flicks oh so quickly across your lips. The thought of other things that soft pink tongue could do elicits a soft moan and my eyes flutter closed for a long, delicious moment. The brief blink breaks our sexually charged stare down, and my legs suddenly remember how to move. 

I take a small step toward you, but the almost imperceptible shake of your head stops me. I scan your face for a sign, your smile spurs my confidence and I glance quickly toward a dimly lit corridor before I turn and walk towards it. I know you're following; I can feel your eyes taking in the sway of my hips.

I turn a corner, leading us deeper into the cloaking darkness, seeking an appropriate location for our encounter. As I move into a small recess in one wall, I feel you suddenly behind me. Your warmth washes over me, raising goosebumps on my heated flesh.

You push me gently but insistently into the wall placing your arms on either side of me, your hands resting slightly above my head. My palms and forearms lay against the cool plastered wall, you press into me and I feel your breath on my neck as you brush my hair aside and place a soft kiss where my neck and shoulder meet. I exhale quickly, releasing a breath I'd been holding since feeling you against me.

Your hips grind slowly into me and I gasp at the feel of your impressive erection before you take a small step back, allowing me to turn around within the circle of your arms.

Emboldened by the lust blazing in your emerald eyes, I wrap one hand around your neck and grasp some of your silky hair in the other, pulling your face to mine, perhaps more roughly than strictly called for. Your lips are soft and firm against mine. I lick at the seam of your mouth and you open to me, my tongue finds yours, asking it to dance. You oblige with a swirl of your tongue on mine. Your moan matches mine and our hips meet in an erotic dance of their own.

I pull away, or maybe you do, to catch my breath. Our eyes find each other again, each of us unable to look away. You lean in slowly, brush your lips ever so lightly on mine. This kiss is gentle, we explore and learn one another. Your taste is intoxicating. We both pull back slightly, your palm cups my face, your other hand at the small of my back tracing lazy circles. My hand pressed against your heart finds its rhythm matches my own's, the other holds you as close as possible.

With a gentle kiss to your neck, I slide down your body, quietly desperate to taste the iron hard length that has been trapped between our joined bodies. I can feel my pussy practically begging as I release the button and unzip your pants. I pull down your boxer briefs and reveal your beautiful cock. You're so hard that it jumps and slaps gently against your stomach. 

I can't wait, so I don't. I lean forward and lap eagerly at the pre-come pooled in your slit. The sweet salty slickness coats my tongue and I'm not sure if it's me or you or both of us that moans as I take your flared head into my mouth. Your skin is impossibly soft between my lips. As I move up and sown your length, bobbing my head, I smile at the sounds I'm causing you to make. Your legs are shaking slightly and you wrap your fingers in my hair, beginning to thrust into my mouth as you brace one arm on the wall. 

A distant voice bounces down the hallways around the corner from where we are ensconced, the thought if being caught sends a new rush of wetness to dampen my panties. Then, your voice reaches me, and everything else is forgotten.

"Fuck... Too close..." An almost pained sound from your lips, and you pull me up to kiss me hungrily. Your hand, the one not still tangled in my hair, traces down my side, squeezes my hip gently, then glides down and around to knead my ass, lifting me to wrap my leg around you. My pleasured gasp seems to spur you on and you continue down to lift my skirt and your other hand releases my hair to snake its way between my thighs, teasing my slit through my soaking panties. I groan against your mouth, a protest, imploring you to enter me. 

Your self satisfied smile briefly breaks our kiss and I feel your teeth on my lips before you nip at the bottom one. Your playful nip distracts me as your long, thick finger finally pushes into my aching pussy. It's so incredible, I momentarily can't breathe. I throw my head back, narrowly avoiding hitting my head. As your thumb grazes my clit a second finger joins the first you find my g-spot with your talented digits. Wrapping both legs tightly around your hips, I can't help but thrust against them, fucking myself on your fingers in tempo with your movements.

My orgasm is almost a surprise as I come, a rush of fluid coats your hand. I sigh regretfully when you pull your fingers away. You lift them to your lips and suck gently; we both groan and you offer them to me, as I taste myself your dick twitches against my thigh. Pressing my mouth to yours, I push my tongue into yours and we share the last bit of my juices.

Greedily, I reach for the heavy weight pressed to my leg and guide it to my entrance. It throbs, hot and pulsing in my hand. I push down as you thrust up to meet me. Your cock slides into me, aided by my moments ago orgasm and your steadily released pre-come. You fill me perfectly, and it feels so right that I sigh; I hear your own relieved exhalation as we both revel briefly in being joined. I rock against you, silently telling you to move. 

We quickly find a rhythm, starting slowly. The head of your dick glides torturously gently across my g-spot, your balls tap at me gently as my ass meets your thighs. You shift, bracing me against the wall to free an arm; you move your arm between us and tease my clit with your thumb. We're both panting too much now to allow for more than a brief kiss as our pace quickens, both of us desperately reaching for orgasm. I bury my head in your shoulder as you nuzzle yours into my hair, nipping at my neck. 

A whimper escapes me as you start to lick at the shell of my ear, when you nibble my ear lobe I have to bite into your shoulder to keep from screaming and announcing our liaison. 

"Now." Your softly growled command triggers my release, and as I trip over the edge headlong into a toe-curling orgasm, I cling to you like a woman possessed, almost afraid if I let go I'll fly apart. My clenching spasm must signal your own orgasm, as your balls tighten I feel them draw away from me. Your thrusts grow more frantic, not quite allowing me to calm. As your cock pulses inside of me, your come flooding me, I come again. The chorus of our combined cries, only slightly muffled by a renewed kiss, is so much better than the music from the club that is only now starting to creep back into my awareness, having been pushed to the edge of my consciousness since the moment our eyes connected.

"God, baby, what you do to me." you mumble into my hair as I slip my legs from around your waist and you lower me to the floor. I smile and kiss your lips as I reach down and fasten your pants. We spend a long moment embracing and calming each other with soft kisses before moving slightly apart to smooth clothing and hair, a mostly pointless attempt to look less like we just fucked in a dark nightclub corridor.

One last kiss and a mutual caress or two, we step further apart, smiling.

I cup your lightly stubbled cheek.

"I love you too babe. See you at home." 

A quick peck on your cheek and I turn and walk back toward the sound of the DJ's best efforts to entice dancers to the floor. I know you follow me.



A Brief Encounter on the Beach



Sarah first met Rocco on the internet. She wrote erotic stories and Rocco read them on the internet. He sent her a message to say that he was impressed with her writing skills, asking if she'd like some pics of him. Not expecting anything out of the ordinary, Sarah was happy to receive them - but, imagine her surprise when they were pics of his stiff cock - and what a cock! at least eight inches - the third one dribbling sperm down the shaft, with a plentiful pool on his lower belly! Wow! That was some penis to be admired and enjoyed.

To encourage the young man further, Sarah - who was probably twice his age - egged him on with a bit of cybersex. She wrote a message to him:

'Feeling a bit randy last night, I took another look at your pictures to stoke me up a bit more. I was able to imagine slipping that wonderful piece of manhood between my pussy lips, pressing them against the head and gently sliding it in and out whilst playing with my swollen clit. I felt your hot, smooth skin against my tongue. It worked! Naturally! You began to jerk your loins. You couldn't stop. As I switched to the third picture, with your sperm dribbling down the shaft, I came myself! Oooh! Thanks Rocco. I might try that again later today. Very pleasant!'

That started an exchange of explicit emails and pics, until Rocco decided he would like to meet up with Sarah. She had no real objection, since she was curious to see this monster of a cock in the flesh, but would plan the meeting with friends around - just in case. Bob and Meg often spent an afternoon on the sand dunes on the West coast during the summer, bathing in the sea and playing ball games. Sarah accompanied them at times, and decided that this would be a good way to meet up with Rocco, as though by chance. Rocco was happy with that arrangement.

Sarah gave Rocco precise details about how to find them, where the car park was and what time they usually got there. He said he would be there. Well, he was very keen to meet up with this erotic lady whose writings could get him an erection in next to no time, and which could get him to masturbate four or five times over her descriptions of women's genitals and orgasms.

And so a few weeks later, in the warm weather, Sarah spent a day by the sea with her friends, choosing a quiet stretch of coastline, with plenty of sand dunes, where they regularly settled for a stay. They spread out rugs, got into their swim-wear with lots of laughter, and got out their picnic. It was then, as though by chance, that Rocco appeared over the dunes. A younger man with a pleasant personality. Sarah knew him from his photos of course - of his face, that is.

She feigned surprise at seeing him. Introductions were made, and, of course, he was invited to share their picnic, settling beside Sarah. They exchanged several discreet looks, full of promise for each other, whilst they ate. Sarah was full of eager anticipation, but was unsure how things might develop. Her costume was a substantial one piece affair, having a crotch with buttons. She didn't want to make it look as though she was over eager - even though she was.

After the picnic, Bob and Meg ran off to splash around in the sea, leaving Rocco and Sarah together. Reclining on her back, eyes closed, arms outstretched, Sarah was now enjoying the hot sun warming her body. It made her feel sexy and bubbling inside. She loved the attention of men. To feel hunted. And Rocco was certainly a hunter. They didn't speak.

Taking the initiative, Rocco, aware that Sarah was expecting to be fondled and groped, fumbled a bit awkwardly with the gusset of her swimming costume, making her giggle to herself, but his fumbles turned her on, stimulating her vulva. She was really stoked up with lewdness - remembering the pic of Rocco's dripping cock. So, Sarah made no move to stop him. It would add a little excitement to the afternoon. Her juices flowed!

Once the buttons were freed, the gusset flap lifted to expose the plump inflated vulva, Rocco was amazed at the sight that confronted him. Absolutely breathtaking! Sarah's inner labia were fleshy. They had long, thick, heavily wrinkled flaps hanging low from the vulva, surrounded by a forest of dark hair, now smeared with her starchy vaginal juices.

Her thatch of hair was at its most dense over the clitoral hood, spreading out into the inner thighs, across her groin and peaked up to her navel. 'So, that was why Sarah wears a one-piece costume with short legs,' he thought, 'to hide that marvelous mass of hair.' He wondered why she didn't trim it? But was glad she didn't.

Hairy women were much admired by Rocco. They turned him on like crazy. The sight of a full crest of hair would immediately raise his erection. And here was his internet friend with a superb pubic fur coat. He would never be able to read her stories again without the memory of that fleshy vulva and the surrounding forest flashing in front of his eyes. His longing to sink his cock into this fantastic forest of sex was irresistible.

With the fingers of both hands, Rocco carefully parted the slippery hanging flaps to uncover the puckered gateway to her vagina, oozing with thick cream. Her shining pink clitoris was the size of the first joint of his little finger, its hood acting as a foreskin. He had never known a clitoris could be so prominent before! But then, he hadn't seen all that many in the flesh.

As he contemplated this hot mystery, promising untold joy, unable to keep control of his lust, he pushed down the waistband of his shorts with one hand. Yanking out his throbbing penis with the other, Rocco swung his leg across Sarah's thighs. Sarah was watching with half-closed eyes. Wow! It was even more awe-inspiring in real life. What a monster! And that helmet - that was something again.

Looking down on that magnificent sight of Sarah's bushy vulva, Rocco presented the head of his manhood to the pink entrance. The moment of sweet anticipation had arrived! The head was slowly inserted into the creamy starch. Sarah's murmur of pleasure encouraged him. Rocco watched his hard shaft, with its slight bend to the left, penetrate the thick forest into the syrupy channel. Sarah gasped. The feeling of the profuse hair rubbing against his shaft was sheer heaven!

When his penis had submerged to the full, he felt Sarah's inner muscles flexing on him, to stimulate even further the nerve endings in the glans. He suddenly went wild! Unable to prevent himself, Rocco drove the cock in and out fiercely, bringing the impatient tensed loins to a quick boil. With a stifled grunt, an almighty lunge released the eager pent up sperm spurting deep into Sarah. Withdrawing quickly after the second thrust, he emptied the remaining splashes in the dark curls on her groin, like pearls in a nest.

Sarah had kept her eyes closed throughout the actual event. Now, she half-opened them again to look into those of Rocco. They gazed at each other for a few seconds. Sarah smiled ruefully.

'Fool!' was all she said.

'Sorry!' Rocco said. 'Couldn't stop myself. You're very attractive.'

'A quick screw on a sudden impulse is a good thing. I enjoyed it. All the more for it being unexpected. And all the more for it being you.'

Rocco blushed a little. 'Flatterer.'

'No, no! Men flatter. Women speak their mind.' She smiled. 'I wonder how long it will be before you fuck me again.'

'I wish!'

'Next time, be more leisurely.'

Rocco's eyes widened in surprise. 'How long will Meg and Bob be away?'

'Long enough.'

'I want to spend some time exploring that fascinating body of yours. Particularly the furry part.' He started playing with her genitals again, discovering the fleshy folds, the hairy crevices and the plump clitoris. Sarah winced with pleasure.

'My Fledermaus?'

'Why do you call it that?'

'Because a lot of girls refer to it as their "mouse". Mine has big wings, though, so a bat – or, as Strauss called it, Die Fledermaus. I hate it!'

'Why? It's captivating – fantastic! Turns me on!'

And sure enough, his penis was still as hard and stiff as ever, coated with the stains of her prolific vaginal juices. During all this Sarah had not been able to keep her eyes off it for very long. It hypnotised her! Such a marvellous piece of manhood.

'I'm too mushy – too sloppy - too big!'

'Rubbish! It's what being a proper woman is all about. I love that big clit. Turns me on.'

'It turns me on as well – often! But in a different way! It can be very demanding. I often have to masturbate to keep it quiet. Is there time to do it again?'

And Rocco mounted that thick thatch for a second time, cock still hard and stiff. Sarah watched intently as the shaft was presented to her vagina. After sliding it in to the hilt, with many gasps and moans from Sarah, it started to shag her hard and fast. She was in sheer heaven. The feeling of a thick big cock sliding in and out of her juicy vagina was sending her into heavenly raptures! It was so indescribably wonderful.

After several minutes of sheer, unadulterated fantastic fucking, the sound of approaching voices reached them.

Sarah was sighing with untold enjoyment. 'That's wonderful, but I think Meg and Johnnie will be back in a minute. Hurry up!'

So, with a last few heavy thrusts, balls slapping noisily against Sarah's bottom, Rocco gave a stifled grunt, as he managed to discharge his second load into that dark secret passage of Sarah, before pulling out.

Sarah smiled at him. 'Button me up.'

So, after a final, quick exploration of her sticky, hairy vulva, Rocco re-buttoned the gusset flap. He could hear the laughter of the others approaching. He flopped on his back and closed his eyes as they appeared over the ridge.

Sarah would have the whole evening by herself to indulge in satisfying her throbbing clit! With luck, some of Rocco's sperm would still be lodged in her vagina for her masturbation. It would help her imagination. Besides, she was better at it than men.