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Reconnecting

By: tress



She sat at the kitchen table, twirling the wine glass in her hands. Sangria... as red as its namesake, the light turning it purple in the blue stemware. She'd always loved that stemware, so delicate and yet so strong... she identified with that description; maybe that was why she liked it so. Now there was only one glass left from the set of six she'd started out with, and this one had a tiny chip at the base, as well as tiny scratches on the bowl. Battered over time but not beaten, much like herself.

She thought back to the days when she was much younger and the glasses were new. She'd been so naive, so stupid. Her decisions had been based on nothing more substantial than dandelion fluff, but her heart full of hope. So many years had passed. Yet, what did she have to show for those years? And where was that hope now? Her mind wandered...

...and she came back to awareness as the crash shattered the stillness.

Damnit. That last beautiful wine glass lay in an array of sparkling shards on the floor at her feet. Silent tears rolled down her face as she laid her head on the table before her.

She allowed herself the luxury of crying for about a minute, then shook herself mentally. No use crying over spilled... wine? She laughed mirthlessly as she got up, grabbed the kitchen towel and tossed it over the mess. She walked away from it then, unable to clean it up. At least the towel would keep the cat from cutting her paws on the broken crystal.

She wandered through the living room for a moment, lit a cigarette, looked out the window at the darkness. She checked the time. 4:00am. If she listened carefully, she could hear his steady breathing from their bedroom. She envied 

him his ability to sleep. Even when she laid beside him at night, even when she closed her eyes, she never really slept.

She moved into the bathroom, turning on the light and gazing into the mirror. Deep blue eyes stared back at her, tiny lines around them beginning to show her age. She noted with dismay that there seemed to be a few more gray hairs in the thick, red mane. She looked far younger than her chronological age, but even so, the signs of aging distressed her. She wondered if he still found her beautiful and desirable, if he missed her when she left their bed, if he craved her as much as she needed him. Lately, sex had been... nice... but it wasn't the exciting experience it used to be. They'd been through so much recently, and it had driven them into their separate corners.

As she recalled the last time he'd wielded the whip, tears escaped her eyes. Turning out the bathroom light, she crumpled to the floor and succumbed to the sobs...

How long she lay there huddled, she didn't know. But when a firm hand reached out and pulled her close, she jumped. Immediately, she was alert and her pride kicked in. She struggled against him, wiping the tears away with one shaking hand. "Go away," she whispered.

"No," he said simply and tried to draw her closer.

Steeling herself and pulling back, she met his eyes defiantly in the dim light streaming in from the living room. "I'm fine," she lied. "Go back to bed."

"I won't." His hands moved to her shoulders, gripping them tightly and forcing her nearer to his body. Kneeling beside her, he faced her with a grim look, but there was deep concern in his eyes. "You've got to tell me what's going 

on."

She tried to smile, to reassure him that she was perfectly okay, but her face twisted into a rictus as she battled the errant trails of wetness slowly trickling down her cheeks. Violently, she pulled away from him and sat on the side of the bathtub, burying her face in her hands.

He stood up, confused and hurting. "I don't understand..." he began. "What is going on? Why aren't you in bed with me?"

She raised her tear-streaked face and flashed a look of steely determination at him. "I will be fine. Maybe hormones... I don't know," she said. "Please go back to bed and leave me alone. Please." She couldn't bear to be in the same room with him, fearing that he no longer wanted her, sure they would never again share the heights of passion they'd once had, positive she wasn't enough for him anymore.

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a small, frustrated sigh. "Would you please tell me what the hell this is all about?" he asked. When she only shook her head and shrugged, he went to her.

Standing before the tub, he gazed down upon her. His heart ached at the sight of her lovely tear-stained face, remembering the times he'd caused such tears. 

He felt a stirring in his groin at the memories, hearing in his mind the cries and screams as he struck her again and again, arcing the cat'o'nine perfectly before it came down upon her tender flesh. Oh, gods, no... this was the wrong time. It had been so long... too long... but he'd thought it best not to play considering all the stress she'd been under. And so it had gone for quite some time, until the implements of pain and pleasure became dusty from disuse and their sex became more and more vanilla.


Why was he standing there staring at her like that? She caught his smoldering gaze, shook her head, looked back. Surely she was mistaken... he hadn't looked at her like that in ages. But, no... on his face was the undeniable look of intensity, arousal and dark lust. It was too much. She couldn't go back there only to flounder again once the night was gone. Better 

to remain stubborn, never letting him know her weakness.

"My own..." the words escaped him before he could think.

"NO!" she shouted at him, and rushed for the door, hoping she could out-maneuver him enough to escape the confines of the tiny room.

No such luck. Before she'd gone four steps he was on her, hands holding her arms at her sides. "Look at me!" he demanded. Damn the little spitfire, she tried to escape his grasp but only inflamed his desire further. "LOOK AT ME!"

She continued to struggle but the fight was with her own needs more than anything. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps now, her face soaked with tears, her hair wild around her. "Let... go... of... ME!" she ground out from between clenched teeth.

The sharp report of the slap echoed through the bathroom, taking both of them by surprise. He felt ashamed, defeated, and dropped her arms. He dared to look at her face in the dimness and could vaguely see the red mark on her left 

cheek. "Oh, gods... oh, shit," he stammered, on the verge of tears himself.

"I'm so sorry. Please... I don't know... I'm sorry." He didn't know what to say. "I... I..." He turned to leave the bathroom, to leave her alone, to go back to the cold bed he'd woken up alone in so often in recent times. He had 

no business doing that to her, not anymore.

"Don't go, please," he thought he heard her say, and looked over his shoulder. She stood up, one hand against the wall for support.

Quizzically, he stared for a moment into the fathomless depths of her eyes.

"Don't go," she repeated, her voice a little louder. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes to escape his prying ones, and softly said, "More."

Oh, gods, was that really her voice? Did she say that out loud? She craved his control, desperately needed his hands upon her roughly, was almost insane with the desire to have him prove to her that he still needed this as much as she did... but... it had been too long, and her pride had kept her sane. Where was her resolve, her strength? By the gods, what had she done?

Half-weak with frustration and need, she started to turn away from him, angry with herself for almost giving in. In one swift movement, he was advancing on her, before her, pinning her against the cool tile of the bathroom wall. 

"What?" he asked, his voice a deep growl borne of his own desire and need.

His power called to her, got inside her and commanded her. Oh, gods... oh, gods... now what? She cringed against the wall, wondering what daemons had possessed her and bidding them gone before they could raise their heads again.

Her head spun as the second slap came, then a third. She was dizzy with need, hot and cold all at once. She tipped her head back, gasping.

His hand snaked through her hair, yanked it hard, brought her face to meet his. 

"Do you want more?" he asked, his voice a medley of power and passion.

"Yes..." she sobbed. "Gods help me, yes."

Without another word, he pulled her into the bedroom. He threw her roughly on the bed, where she laid, stomach down, softly crying. He rummaged for a moment through the nightstand's drawer, pulling out a black leather collar. Offering her no choice, he straddled her and slipped the collar under her neck, buckling it at the back of her neck. "You are mine," he told her, "and you will always be. This is the way it must be, this is the way you want it, this is the way I need it."

Rolling her over, he kissed her once, swiftly, before reaching into the long-unused toolbox beside the bed and withdrawing the beloved cat'o'nine along with the wicked viper's tongue. Pausing only a second, he pulled out a set of clamps, then set to attaching them to her nipples. She cried out, relief and desire flooding her mind as surely as her own juices flooded her thighs. 

Yes... oh, yes...

She met his eyes and silently mouthed, "I love you," right before he yanked on the chain between the clamps.

Her screams echoed into the night as they found each other... and themselves... once more.

Reconnecting



It was a strange birthday. Not the usual, by any means. When she walked out the door after their celebration, he was left to ponder what just happened...or what didn't happen.

Usually, celebrating one of their birthdays was just a wonderful excuse for an afternoon of passion, pleasure and pure selfishness for the celebrant. Whatever you want, however you want it, wherever you want it, the day is yours. Kissing, fondling, touching, licking, sucking, fucking, spanking, role-playing, any of the above or all of the above. The whole idea was that the birthday person could get whatever they wanted and not feel guilty about it. And, that also meant the giver had a great time too, because what was good for one was always good for the other. Always.

But this time was different. It was her birthday and right from the walk through the door, there was distance. A light peck on the lips, then a light peck for gifts one, two and three.

No, I'm fine, she would reply when asked what's up. Even in laying out the options, she had no preference, no choice....no interest?

The party progressed as planned: the dress-up, the drinks, the online porn, the sucking and fucking. Then, she cried. It's the hormones, it's the distance, it's the busy time at work....it was something, but then those things are always there, so what was different this time?

After she left, he began cleaning up and thought about their time together. Seventeen years and without a word of a lie, her body excited him just as much now as the first time when she gave him that first blowjob in his car, parked out by the tower. Never mind the first fuck; he lasted all of three thrusts, then erupted while she lay on the front bench seat of his station wagon.

What was it they said they always had, that 'zzzzzzzzzzz', that passion, that fire, that spark? And for seventeen years, that spark never lessened....until maybe today.

For the next days and weeks, it was all he could think about. Had she found someone else? If so, who and for how long? God, those are the kinds of questions that make a man crazy and make him do crazy things. He didn't want to be that nutbar; he just wanted to be back in her arms, feeling that 'zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.'

It happened about two weeks later. They had arranged for her to come over for a game of tennis. Now, the tennis thing was almost always a ruse; just a code word really, for an intimate afternoon.

Would she be interested? Sure. Around one in the afternoon? You bet.

He fretted and fussed for days, wanting the setting to be just right. If she is done with me, then this won't make a difference, he reasoned. And if she is back to her old self, then this will just make it even better.

So he began: a dozen long-stemmed red roses, her favourite chocolate with coconut, a tasty margarita, a suggestive card, some porn in the TV paused and ready, and a sexy outfit laid out on the bed. Oh, and the cologne she gave him, scenting those special areas.

As he surveyed the scene, satisfied with the set-up, he poured himself a generous drink, flicked on the porn and waited for her arrival.

And if she says adios? Well, they had always had a flexible arrangement, so that could be a possibility. But God, how he loved her! He still remembered the very first time he saw her. She was a goddess then and was still one now.

Snapping him out of his reflection was the gentle knock at the door. Immediately he jumped up, his heart already racing to the unknown reception.

He opened the door and took a breath, as he always did. She always did that, took his breath away, and today was no different. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, her body, it always reduced him, just a little.

He wanted to kiss her, deeply. He wanted to hug her, hard. He wanted to squeeze her ass, he wanted to....do anything, everything! This time, it was he who hesitated.

And she felt it. He had always welcomed her with the biggest of kisses and hugs and gropes. Usually she had to beat him off at the door or else he would try to undress her on the spot. 

But not today. No surprise, she thought, for how our last time was together. She was in a weird mood; partly due to hormones, partly due to work stress, partly due to the other men in her life she'd known. He was always there for her, like a seventeen year-old comfort blanket. But, somedays, a girl wants more than just comfort; maybe some passion and excitement? Maybe one of those other guys would provide some of that excitement.....maybe.

But then there was him. And that 'zzzzzzzzzzz' they had; how could she explain it or ignore it? He had always been the most sensitive man she'd ever met; seeming to know her moods and feelings, sometimes even before she did. Damn it! Where was he 20 years ago, before things got complicated?

With each in their own thoughts, they moved together into the living room with a margarita in hand. In the excitement of her arrival, he had forgotten to turn off the porn on the TV, so they both walked into a scene of an enthusiastic brunette giving some guy the blowjob of his life.

As he fumbled for the remote to turn off the show, she gently placed her hand on his to stop the search. Together, in silence, they watched the passion unfold on-screen while they sipped their drinks. Slowly, the passion on-screen and the alcohol had their effect on them as their hands moved from comforting to exploring to arousing. His hand circling her nipple, her hand squeezing his cock. It didn't take more than a minute for their touches to turn into hungry advances as they both wanted to go back to that space of appreciation, love and lust.

With both of them hungrily exploring and grabbing, they turned to each other and like a well-rehearsed play, opened their mouths to give way to the other's frantic tonguing, probing, nibbling, biting, sucking -- barely able to catch a breath, but not wanting to lessen the moment.

And again, without a word, she writhed out of his arms to drop to the floor in front of him and with a practiced flick, sprung his cock to her open and waiting mouth. She had always loved sucking cock and he was the perfect size for her mouth; wide enough to enjoy and just long enough to gag on, which pleased him to no end. 

As her head bobbed up and down on his wanting shaft, he looked down to the ample ass he so loved. For him, having her suck his cock and balls, and being able to fondle her ass was just about perfect....

And she knew; she knew he was an ass man, who loved nothing better than to stroke, squeeze, spank, tongue, finger, and fuck her ass. So, if he loves it so much, why not tease him with it? Why not stick it out a bit; let it sway while she gobbled his hard dick.

To him, this was almost heaven. Being blown, getting to play with some ass. The only thing better was being buck naked and being able to drive that ass. Now that was truly heaven. And he didn't want to waste anymore time on this, as much fun as it was. So, he pulled her on top of him and pulled off her top, to spring her perfect tits free. He had always loved her tits; firm, ripe, with nipples that hardened into little erasers when he got her hot and wet, just like they were now.

And how she loved what he did to her nipples. He always got them hard and erect, no matter what he did. He just had that effect on her. And when he sucked...God! How he tongued and bit and sucked, it just made her hotter and wilder than even she could believe. 

Grinding her hungry pussy on his exposed shaft made them both want to get rid of all their clothes and begin the raw, animal fucking that was building up inside both of them. She deliberately slid off him and on her way off, grabbed his pants and tugged them with her as she stood up. As he peeled off his shirt, she smoothly slipped out of her shorts and thong, deftly flipping them in a pile with her foot.

"Time to play," he commanded, as he grabbed her hand and pulled her along, up the stairs to his bedroom. Halfway up, he stopped and let her pass; they both knew what was next. As she got to the top of the stairs, she paused for just a second to grab both ends of the banister, waiting for his next move. At that pause, he moved in behind her and cupped her fully drenched pussy lips. He knew she waited because she wanted; she wanted to be touched, appreciated, teased, loved, taken, and used...hard. 

So, he began: while she stood, he fingered her dripping cunt, which caused her head to shoot back in pure ecstasy. After a few quick finger fucks, he then pushed her hips down on the stairs, so her ass could stick up while her tits flattened against the carpet. Beautiful, he thought. A hot, full, wet pussy waiting to be drilled, waiting for his cock, which was waiting for that cunt, waiting to ram her and feel her wetness. With a mind of it's own, his cock directed him to kneel in behind her and with one fluid motion, drive to the hilt into her waiting pussy.

And as always, her legs spread, almost imperceptibly, to gain as much penetration as possible. With her tits ground into the carpet, she sought to let go of her body and enjoy the sensation of her cunny being violated.

After a dozen thrusts, he pulled her up, steered her around the corner and pushed her toward the bed. She loved this; not having to think or be in control. All she had to do was be there and wait for him to use her; use all her holes however he wanted. It was kind of liberating in it's own way; no decisions to be made, just make oneself available to another's most primal urges, knowing that you have that kind of power over someone else. Very liberating and very empowering.

Primal. Primitive. Animalistic. He wasn't the gentle lover anymore. She had something he wanted and there was no reasoning about it; no foreplay; no build up. She had warm and wet holes that he wanted. Whether she wanted what he did was irrelevant. He would take her; take her mouth, take her cunt, take her ass. Take it how he wanted it, when he wanted it, where he wanted it and how often he wanted it. As primitive as it gets.

To see her lying on her back, with one leg rasied, showing off her ass and swollen pussy lips, just reduced him to the animal she wanted to be. She wanted to feel him rush her and move in behind her. She wanted to feel him anxiously probe for one of her holes. It didn't really matter to her; in fact, not knowing where he would fuck her made it even more exciting. To think he would just take her and fuck her and use her, it was....perfect.

Squeezing her ass, probing her cunt, fucking it like a wildman out of control was...perfect. Feeling him slap her ass and roughly grab her nipples and squeeze....perfect. Hearing him babble like a crazed biker about 'fucking her in her hot cunt' and telling her he loved her 'wet, fucking pussy' just made her even hotter herself. Again, perfect.

And perfect what was she was, as he drilled her pussy. He loved fucking her on her side when she would reach back to grab his hips and pull them into herself so she would get a bigger bang. He knew she loved the banging, the feeling of his balls slapping anywhere on her body. But she particularly loved it when his balls slapped her swollen pussy lips. Whether fucking her cunt or ass, she loved the feel of his balls on her cunt. It just made her feel like the sexy woman he always told her she was, but she sometimes didn't believe. But today, she felt sexy; she felt hot, she felt....everything.

For him, he wasn't thinking anymore. He was just reacting to what his body wanted. And his body wanted the tight fuck of her ass. His body wanted to control and possess her in the only way that an assfuck does: totally, completely and absolutely. 

As he pulled out, they both knew what was next and they both wanted it. She wanted to be violated, used and taken. He wanted to feel the tightness of her asshole and know she was his. With that, he probed once, then drove his cock the full length of his shaft to bury his dick in her slick ass. 

"Oh fuck baby, take that ass, that ass is all yours. Fuck that ass, fuck it hard, fuck it, fuck it!"

Those words reduced him again; reduced him into a primitive who wanted only to fuck.

"You like that cock? You like that cock in your ass? Say it, say you like it, say you want me to fuck your ass."

"Yes, yes I want you to fuck me in my ass! Fuck it, fuck it hard!", she squealed. 

Neither of them were thinking anymore, just experiencing. Experiencing the sounds, the smells, the sensations of a crazed ass fucking by two hungry animals.

Fucking her ass, they both felt the sensations and knew they were both approaching the edge. He loved the sight of his cock tearing into her asshole; she loved the sensations of his balls on her cunt and his hips pounding her ass cheeks. With each thrust, they could both feel the stiffness in his cock increasing and the force in his thrusts intensifying. She raised her leg to give him even more access as he grabbed her shoulder to impale her on his raging dick.

At that, they both exploded; he, deep in her ass and she, deep inside as wave after wave pulsed through her molten core.

Collapsed on her, he rolled off and they lay silent as their hearts and minds returned to reality.

"I don't ever want to be apart again," she whispered, as she nestled into his arms.

"Me either baby," he replied, as he gently stroked her asscheeks. "Me either."



Reconnecting



It seems almost surreal, sitting here with you in the bar. It feels like it's only been a few months but I know it's been years. I'm feeling confident tonight. I was hoping you would come, but I'm surprised to see you. I want to sit down next to you but I make sure there's an empty seat between us. Just being that close is enough. Dangerous. That's the word I think of around you. I haven't seen you since high school, but you still have the same aura of easy going, confident sex appeal. Tonight I want to let go. I want to make you feel what you made me feel all through high school. I want to make you ache for me. 

I've missed you since I left for college. Each day I saw you was significant. Walking in to see your smile made my day. And now, sitting with all my college buddies, you smile at me and I can feel my body respond. I've missed that feeling. How can you make me feel so breathless with just a look? I try to act like I can't feel my body responding to you. Not in front of these people. They don't know how we flirted for years, how I never had the nerve to take it beyond friendly joking. Nothing would ever come of it. But I'm not the innocent girl I was four years ago, and I find myself feeling free. I almost want to tell you I wasn't just joking. I almost want to blurt out that all that flirting was true for me. It's not just an attraction, it's like you touch me with your eyes. When I walked by, I would catch the scent of you. When I got home from school, I had to change my panties. I got wet in class thinking about you.

A few beers later and we're all standing up, sitting back down, going back and forth to the bar and to the jukebox. As I come back to the table, you pull out the chair next to you and tell me you want me next to you. I can feel warmth between my thighs when you say that. I know it's a bad idea, but I take the seat. And when I sit down, I make sure my knee touches yours beneath the table. Such a bad idea, but I'm so tired of being good, of telling myself not to act out what I'm thinking. Just for tonight, I want to feel your body next to mine. I notice you seem surprised, you sit up straight. Are you wondering if it was accidental? I scoot my chair a little closer and slip my knee underneath yours. Now you know. That's no accident. I wonder how you'll react. You don't move away. My right thigh is warm against yours. 

And it goes like this, for an hour, or maybe two. I'm drinking too much, more than I should. I feel myself passing from tipsy to drunk, and I order another beer anyway. My leg has been touching yours for so long now. My nipples are hard. My skin feels super sensitive. With every movement I feel my clothes against my skin. I'm having trouble following the conversation at the table, but it's not because of the beer. It's because your hand is on my knee. I tell myself that no one at the table will notice. My hands are both on top of the table. I make sure they stay there. I don't want my buddies gossiping about this later. Your hand traces just a little bit up my thigh, and I can feel my legs spreading apart in response. Now I'm thinking we shouldn't go this far. I don't think I can act cool and normal with your hand on my thigh, sliding up. My hand goes under the table to meet yours. I feel a gentle squeeze, and you take my hand over to your thigh.

Well, two can play that game. Let's see if you can be calm with my hand on YOUR thigh. But as I'm stroking your thigh, your hand meets mine again and draws it up, up to the place I've been thinking about all along. I can feel you firm and warm through your jeans, and for just a moment I freeze. I have wanted so much to touch you there but I almost don't dare. My hand stays for a moment before I decide. What the hell. This is what I want. What I have wanted for so long. I explore you with my fingertips, lightly pressing against your jeans. I find the tip curled to the side and stroke more firmly. You feel so hard and the jeans are so tight, it must be uncomfortable. I wrap my hand around you as much as I can and rub up and down the length of your cock. I'm thinking about how much I want to unzip your pants and watch you spring up, released. I'm thinking about my mouth stroking you instead of my hand. I stop before I get carried away. My hands back up on the table, I take a steadying swig of beer. My breath is coming too fast; I can feel the flush on my cheeks. Your eyes find mine and I can feel myself blush a bit, but I meet your eyes and try to put into them what I'm thinking. That might have been nice, but I want to do more.

It's not long before your hand is back down on my leg. But now you're more aggressive, and I feel your hand slide up and one finger strokes lightly down between my thighs. I almost writhe in my chair. You have no idea how much that light touch made me feel. You do it again and I can't handle it. I can't control myself or my face, and I jump up and go back to the bar to close my tab. God, I can feel how wet my pussy is. I feel hot and swollen. I want to feel you so badly I ache inside. I have to get out of here before I make a fool of myself. I remind myself that I'm in a public place, that I'm sitting in a bar with people I have to see tomorrow. I have to get a grip. When I get back to the table, I tell my friends that I have to go. It's late, and I have to work tomorrow. You offer to walk me to my car, and I smile.

When we get to my car, I turn around. You're standing a couple feet away, and you seem less confident. Suddenly I am, too. You start to tell me that I'll probably never see you again, and I nod. I know. You're only in town for a week. You ask if you can kiss me goodbye. Yes, yes. I think maybe the kiss will be soft, erotic, but instead your mouth meets mine and so does your body. It's almost too much, feeling you pressed against me, your open mouth meeting mine and it's the most heated kiss I've ever experienced. My mind is reeling and I feel your hands cup my breasts beneath my shirt, not gentle but passionate, demanding. Your hand slides under my shirt by the time I realize you have me pressed against the car, your hips pressed against mine, and I can feel you hard against me and it's almost too much. You pull back a little, still kissing, and before I know it my belt is undone, my zipper is lowered, and you're sliding your hand down the front of my pants, your hand cupping my pussy and feeling the wetness that has soaked through my panties. I moan into your mouth and you pull back. One hand is under my shirt, you've moved my bra to the side and you're cupping my breast, your fingers pinching the nipple so hard it almost hurts it feels so good. Your other hand is where I want it, one finger tracing lightly like before, this time with only my panties between your finger and my pussy. You ask me, do I want you here, like this? Oh God yes. Will you let me fuck you? Yes. Here against the car? Yes. Now. Here.

Your hands pull down my pants and I'm left standing in my panties. You cup my ass and pull me against you. I can feel you lift me and I find myself sitting on the hood of the car. Your mouth is hot and wet against mine and I feel your hands sliding my panties down my thighs. Your hands go back up, cup my face, trace down my neck, curve around my breasts, and down to my thighs. You spread me wide and your mouth moves from my lips to my neck, and lower, biting my nipples through my shirt, your fingers gently parting my warm folds. I can't seem to help pushing my hips up against your hand, and it makes a finger slide inside me. I moan again and you slide your finger in and out, still biting at my breasts through the shirt. God I want you so bad. I can feel my heart beating down between my thighs, a deep hot throbbing. I want to savor this moment but I feel like I have no self control. I find myself begging you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your cock slide inside me. I want you to fuck me, please baby, I need it so bad.

And then you're there, ready for me and pushing in where I need you. I feel you slide deep inside me, and deeper, and I grab helplessly at your shoulders, trying hard not to leave nail marks on your skin. You slide in and out a few times, spreading my wetness all over your cock, making me moan with pleasure. You start to go faster and I find myself struggling not to moan too loud. Soon you're pumping in and out so hard and so fast that I can't keep quiet. In spite of myself I know I'm making too much noise. We're in a public parking lot and the idea that someone could see us makes me nervous but it's also a huge turn on. Your hands reach up and I feel my nipples twisting between your fingers, and it's almost too much. I can feel myself starting to tighten up around you, and I don't try to hold anything back. I feel myself come around you, in tight spasms as your cock fucks me. You slow down but don't pull out. When I can think again I realize that you didn't come. I ask you why. You kiss me and your mouth finds my ear. Your cock still buried inside me, you whisper that you want to feel my lips around your cock. You didn't wait this long to get one quick fuck in a parking lot. Hot as it was, you want more. You tell me that you want me to lick your dick clean. Will I do that? Yes.

You pull out, still hard, coated with the wetness from my pussy. Your pants are down around your ankles and for a moment I take a quick look around. Has anyone noticed that there are two people at the far end of the parking lot with nothing on below the waist? I feel your hand pushing down on my shoulder and you tell me you want to feel my mouth. I kneel down, the pants I was wearing earlier acting as a pad to kneel on, and cup your balls with one hand. My tongue finds the tip of your cock, and I start to lick all around the head, sucking you into my mouth, the taste of my pussy all over you. Your hand finds my hair, pulling it back for me, and I let your hand guide my head back and forth across your cock. I pull back for a moment so that I can lick up and down the length of you, removing all traces of my pussy, leaving you. Now I can taste only you, your skin so soft over the hardness of your erection. I lick up and down, slide my hand around the base of your cock and pull you up, so that I can lick my way across your balls. You taste salty, and instead of the smooth texture of your cock I feel the rough texture of pubic hair against my tongue. I open my mouth wide, sucking in as much of your balls as I can fit, feeling my teeth press lightly against your skin. You moan and I pull back, my mouth returning to the tip of your cock.

With one hand I continue to caress your balls, my other hand around the base of your cock, stroking back and forth. I slide the tip of your cock into my mouth, sucking you in and out, and make a quick circle around the tip with my tongue. You moan and I taste a small spurt of your own wetness. I do it again and you reward me with another moan. I probe the underside of the head of your cock with my tongue, feeling that line that leads up to the small opening, probing with my tongue, asking you to give me more. You groan, asking me if you can come in my mouth. To answer, I suck you deeper in, stroking harder with my hand, rubbing my tongue along your length. I feel you getting close and your hand tightens on my hair, pushing my face harder between your legs. You pump your hips in and out, and I relax, letting you fuck my mouth like you did my pussy. You start to come with a jerk, and I feel your warm saltiness spurt into my mouth. I moan to encourage you as you shoot your load into my mouth. A little trickles down my throat but I don't let any escape my lips. As you finish, I swallow your load and lick again at the tip, getting the last drop off your skin. I feel you start to relax, but I feel reluctant to move away from you. I rest my cheek against your inner thigh, my lips still barely touching your cock. 

You laugh softly and pull me to my feet. You kiss me, deep and probing like before, but with satisfaction instead of urgency. I know you can taste yourself on my lips, but it doesn't seem to bother you. You ask me if I know of any hotels nearby. I thought you were staying with someone? You say you are, but you want to find a more private place to continue this. Ah... I thought I was never going to see you again? You look serious for a moment. You're leaving town in a week. And once you do, it's unlikely we'll ever meet again. But in the meantime, you want to enjoy what you can. I smile. I always fantasized about you taking me from behind.



Reconnecting



Amy and Jennifer had known each other for years. They had been the best of friends since junior high school. They were both cheerleaders, both in drama club, both in honor society, both lived on the same street for most of their lives. They over the years, became, inseparable. Together all the time. Where you would find one, you'd find the other. They were simply, the best of friends.

During college, which they attended and roomed together, they decided to give into forbidden curiosities and experiment with each other. These fantasies and feelings had been kept hidden and were pushed down deep through the years. Both felt it was not an acceptable temptation. Both had steady boyfriends. Neither considered themselves to be gay or bi-sexual. They just enjoyed how they made each other feel. Physically and emotionally. So at times, they would give in to this and have a secret moment of bliss.

After college, Jennifer moved some distance apart. Each having to move on with their own life and career. They got together as frequently as possible to chat, have dinner, and catch up on all the changes in their lives. But it wasn't the same. Time and distance had placed a wedge in between them. They were still friends, just not as close. That bond had been a little strained.

One fourth of July weekend, Amy decided to visit Jennifer in the city. Jennifer was an ad executive at a large company. She lived in an apartment in one of the high rise buildings. The ones with tons of glass windows and swanky furnishings. All sleek and modern looking. Jennifer was happy to see Amy as always. 

That evening they went out to dinner and then went walking in the city. Taking in the air and doing some window shopping. Then Jennifer had an idea. She knew that Amy had stayed back in their small hometown. Amy worked as a free-lance photographer. Doing weddings, events, and natural landscape photography. There wasn't much to do there. In the little town back home, football games on Friday nights were about it. And she was past the age to want to go watch high school football.

So Jennifer asked Amy if she would like to go to a bar later that night. Just to have a few drinks and unwind. Catch up. And get some of the nightlife she'd been missing. Amy agreed, excited at the prospect of dressing up and hitting the town.

The bar was called StillWell's. It was a small quaint place, about three blocks from Jennifer's apartment. Safe walking distance for them should they imbibe a bit much. The inside walls were pinkish/brown brick. The floor was a glossy oak hardwood. There were black leather booths w/black marble tops. A huge oak bar was in the corner of the room. Stools covered in black leather lined up along it on all sides but one. There was a live band playing. They covered an eclectic array of tunes from the 70's to present. In the back area of the bar was a pool table. The women were shown to a booth and placed an order for drinks.. Both having long island ice tea. Then they got up to go to the powder room to freshen up.

Both stood in front of the mirror and looked at their reflections. Jennifer was statuesque. Tall at 5ft 10 inches without heels, with a lithe sporty body. Dark brown hair w/golden highlights fell around her shoulders. Smokey blue eyes, framed with thick lashes. She applied more gloss to her lips. Her skin tone was golden year round. Amy was the complete opposite. At only 5ft 4inches tall she was the odd one out. She had blond hair that curled and waved in a wild halo about her head, ample curves, had porcelain skin, full lips, and jade eyes. She applied more powder to her face.

The ladies returned to their booth and their drinks and began to sip as they slipped back into an old familiar friendship. They discussed work projects, family members, changes back home, changes in the city w/Jennifer. They finished the first drink and ordered another round. Both knew that alcohol went straight to their heads, so they decided not to go past three of these tonight. Neither wanted to wake sick in the morning. They had done enough of that in college. 

When they began sipping their third drink the door to the bar opened and a group of men came in. All seemed to be in their late 20's or early 30's. They were joking and laughing. Heading to the pool table in the back. The last one to come through the door was sinfully handsome. Tall, with black hair, emerald eyes, a killer smile flashed at the ladies showing straight white teeth. His lips were full but masculine. He nodded to the women and followed his buddies to the table. 

The two women watched as inconspicuous as they could as the men played pool. Both talking about how hot the one guy was. Throwing out the inappropriate comment here and there about what they'd like to do to him. Or have done to them. When Amy looked toward the table for the hundredth time, Mr. Sexy was looking right back at her. It was someone else's turn to play so he stood against the wall waiting. Watching her. Nervously she smiled and looked back at her drink. 

The alcohol was making her mind a bit hazy and she started to giggle. One of the side effects of drinking was enhancing her giddiness and infectious laughter. As well as lowering her inhibitions. Inhibitions that it seemed Jennifer no longer had, now living in the city. She had turned loose of all her religious conflicts about life long ago. No matter how hard she tried, Amy could not turn off the giggling. Jennifer started laughing too, wanting to know what was so funny. Amy explained that he caught her looking at him, but was looking at her himself. 

They were finishing up their last drink when Mr. Sexy approached their table. He carried a small glass of jack/coke with him. He pulled up a chair to their booth. Turning it around and straddling it backward. He leaned on the back of it. Making the muscles in his arms bunch up. He introduced himself as Adam. A local fireman. He began to make small talk with the girls. Swapping histories, etc. and asked if they were gonna be able to get home safely, seeing how they both were a little more than a bit tipsy. Then seeing her opening, Jennifer asked him if he could walk the two ladies back to her apartment. Just to make sure they made it ok.. Amy's eyes threw daggers at Jennifer. This was so embarrassing. Adam sauntered back over to his fellow firefighter buddies and told them he was leaving to walk them home.

The ladies paid the tab and tipped the bartender. Both a little wobbly on their feet, they felt a large warm hand on each of their shoulders helping them balance. Once they were stable, they began to head out toward the apartment. They walked the three blocks babbling on and on about nothing.. But throwing out flirtatious remarks all at each other. They reached the door of the building. Adam turned to leave, telling the girls goodnight and to sleep well. Then, to Amy's horror, Jennifer asked him to come upstairs.

They stepped into the elevator. Jennifer pushed the number 8 for her floor. The doors came open with a ding and she led the way to her apartment. All three went inside and Jennifer sat in a plush green chair. While Adam and Amy sat on the matching sofa. They talked a bit more. The alcohol was beginning to hit the ladies by this time pretty hard. Jennifer stood and grabbed Amy's hand and headed to the bedroom. Telling Adam that they had to talk a minute and would be back. 

They got to Jennifer's room and Amy looked at her questioningly and a bit hazed. Jennifer got a wicked gleam in her eyes. And proposed that to really make their friendship fully intact again they needed to get back in touch sexually. But this time, she didn't want to only experiment with Amy. She wanted to add Adam to the mix. 

This was all new to Amy. Other than the few experiences she had with Jennifer, she had only had sex with two men. And neither of them were anything to brag about. And she was unsure of herself. Of the situation. After some eager coaxing from Jennifer, and the mist in her head, she agreed to at least try.

Both girls sat on the edge of the bed. Then Jennifer called for Adam to come into the room. Thinking that they needed help, he came in ready to lend a hand. Be it to help a sick woman, or tuck her in. What he did not expect was to see Amy and Jennifer already undressed down to their bras and panties. Sitting on the bed together. A bit taken aback he looked first from one to the other woman. Asking the question with his eyes, daring not speak. The question of is this happening?

In a silent answer Jennifer motioned for him to sit in the blue microfiber chair in the corner of the bedroom. Then, slowly she leaned in and took Amy's mouth in a chaste kiss. First just a meeting of the mouths. Grazing one another. Then both mouths opened, welcoming the glide and slide of tongues. Amy moaned with the headiness of it. Remembering all their college trysts. She kissed Jennifer back, becoming more bold with each kiss and caress. Jennifer and Amy removed each other's bra's at the same time. Allowing Jennifer's high small breasts and Amy's heavy, perky ones to fall free from the restraints. As they kissed their hands roamed feeling nipples, pinching, rubbing, flicking. Each emitting little cries from the other, which were swallowed up by the other's mouth. 

They finished undressing each other. Tossing sheer lace panties to the side of the bed. Both were naked to each other and to Adam's gaze. He sat in the corner watching the women kiss and fondle one another. His need growing. He began rubbing himself through his jeans and boxer shorts. Jennifer laid Amy back on the bed and began kissing down her body. Then she began to play with Amy's engorged clit. With fingers and tongue. Amy moaned and thrashed her head back and forth on the bed. Caught up in the abandon of it all. This only fueled Jennifer on. She began licking harder, faster, sucking more on the clit as she pumped two fingers into her friends pussy. 

Then Jennifer looked at Adam. She asked if he just wanted to watch, or did he want to join in. He stood up a little too quickly he thought and walked toward the bed. Jennifer quit pleasuring Amy and both ladies sat up, looking at him intently. The stood and began to undress him. First pulling the black t-shirt that hugged and fitted him closely up and over his head. Revealing broad shoulders, a muscular chest/torso, and those muscled arms. He kicked off his shoes and socks. Jennifer then reached for his belt buckle. Slowly she removed the belt from his pants hearing the cling of the buckle coming undone and the slide of the leather going through belt loops. Growing more confident Amy joined her and began to unbutton his buttonfly jeans. No zipper. Just buttons. Each one popped open with a small sound. And with each button a little more of him became visible. This turned on the girls even more. They finished with the buttons, pulled the jeans down his legs and he shook them off. They were on their knees before him. Each woman took one hand and hooked fingers in the waistband of the boxers covering him. Slowly they pulled them down, and he sprang free. Already hard and erect with desire and want. 

Looking up at him through lashes, with looks of naughty nymphs at the generous treasure before them, they both brought their mouths closer to him. While each rubbed him with their hands. Together, they touched his aching cock with tongues. Licking, nipping, sucking, and biting him as they went. Occasionally allowing their lips and tongues to meet and kiss each other. Alternately one would suck on him. Taking the head in her mouth. Then pull him deep in her throat. Tugging on his ass to pull closer. Then she'd pull away, and the other would repeat the motion. Over and over this went on. Hands, tongues, teeth, and mouths lighting a fire within him. 

Both girls then stood and laid down on the bed. Amy laid on her back. Spreading her legs so he could see the bare skin of her pussy and the wetness gathered there. Jennifer was at her head and torso rubbing Amy's nipples. Pinching, sucking, and playing. Adam sank to his knees on the plush carpet. As he came closer to her core, he smelled the delicious arousal coming up to meet him. He began by giving a slow, long, hot lick up her slit. Teasing. Then fixated on her pulsing clit. He tongued it. First with tip, then with the broadness of it his tongue. Licking circles. Then up the sides. Flicking underneath. Sucking her in. Biting her gently. Pulling it into his mouth. She was writhing on the bed. Jennifer's pussy was now on Amy's face. Jennifer was riding Amy's mouth and squeezing her tits. Moaning and crying out. 

Adam took his tongue and decided to see how far he could push Amy. She was his favorite. She didn't know it, but it was true. He preferred curvy women. It made them a woman. He slid his tongue inside her deeply without notice. Her hips came up off the bed. Meeting his mouth driving him deeper. He stabbed in and out of her over and over again. Sometimes slow, causing an aching need, a fire to build. Then at times quickly fluttering, making her shudder. He lapped at her. All the while watching Amy hold Jennifer's hips and do the same thing to her. The long pink tongue snaking out and entering Jennifer's pussy. Tasting her. Devouring her. 

Jennifer's moans and screams started to heighten as she became more excited. She bucked her hips, grinding her pussy against the mouth underneath her. Amy moaned and thrashed from Adam's tongue. And he was getting so close just from watching both of them. He entered two fingers into Amy and she screamed. Causing a vibration to enter Jennifer's pussy. Which brought a new flow of curses from Jennifer's mouth. 

It was clear that Amy was ready and wanted penetration. He stopped torturing her clit, and stood up. Amy stopped licking Jennifer. He told both girls to come to the bottom of the bed and get on hands and knees facing the headboard. Their desire made them comply without question. Both ready for whatever he was going to give them. 

Both girls simultaneously felt a warm hand cup and begin to rub circles on their ass cheeks. He was kneading them. Massaging them. He took two fingers on each hand and penetrated both of them at the same time. Moving the fingers in and out in the same rhythm and speed for both. They moaned, pushed back against his fingers, and begged for more. He added a third finger. Repeating and switching up the motions. Then added a fourth. They were so ready for him.

The girls couldn't see because of their position. So he used that to his advantage. All of a sudden he shoved his cock inside of Amy. Sinking deep into her heat. Her wetness drenching him. He pushed hard. Then he pulled out. Then he moved to Jennifer. He pushed himself into her pussy, pushing deep and hard. Then out again. Then into Amy. Pushing in hard and fast, pulling out slowly. Then back into Jennifer. Then back into Amy. Then back into Jennifer. Each getting a turn with him. Then he speeded up and the penetration lasted longer with each girl. While he fucked one with his cock. He fingered the other. Occasionally smacking the pussies in front of him. 

Both women were crying out. Making little mewling sounds. Panting and cursing. Begging to be finished. He decided he wanted to fuck Amy into a climax first. He took her and flipped her over onto her back. Pulled her to the edge of the bed. And filled her in a quick stroke. He began to pump her. Hard. Fast. Short strokes. Long strokes. Varying them alternately. He looked into her eyes and leaned over taking her peach nipple in his mouth and sucked deeply. Speeding up he fucked her. Holding nothing back. She came around him. Cursing, pulsating, and quivering. He was soaked with her wetness.

Then he looked over at Jennifer who had been watching and touching herself. He turned her back onto her stomach. Her ass in the air, but her breasts and torso flat on the bed. He stabbed at her. Thrusting fast. Deep. Giving no quarter. He continued this thrusting. Stopping and holding still within her when he came too close to spilling. He knew she was close by all the sounds and movements of her body. With one last plunge he drove home and she came crashing around his cock.

He too was ready to cum. Pulling out he ordered the girls on their knees in front of him. They obliged. He stroked his thick long cock until he began to feel that tingle. That feeling that it was about to happen. He unleashed the flow of cum in spurts on the girls faces below. The liquid ran down their faces, necks, and dripped onto nipples.. Trailed down stomachs. Then he almost came on the spot again when the girls turned to one another and started kissing deeply. Licking his juice off their faces.. And following the trail wherever it went, lapping and licking it all up. They looked at him when they were finished. And pulled him to the floor. Then all three began to kiss. And he tasted pussy and his cum. It was the most erotic experience of his life. 

Adam asked if he could shower before leaving the apartment. Jennifer agreed and showed him to the bathroom, explaining where towels and such were kept. While he showered she returned to Amy in the bedroom and they lay on the bed. Laughing and talking about what had just happened. About how now their bond seemed to be strong again. Mischief and fun lighting up in their eyes. 

Adam returned looking freshly showered and thanked the women for the experience. Then he left. The girls waited a while and then decided to shower themselves. To clean up. Both were sticky messes. They went into the bathroom and Jennifer adjusted the hot spray of the dual head two person shower to the right temperature and set the shower heads to a pulsating massaging speed. Then both got in. Soaping each other up. Washing each other's hair and bodies. Cleaning the traces of cum. Sweet smelling soap filled the air. Soon, unable to resist, the girls began to explore one another. Kissing, licking, and teasing with mouths, tongues, fingers, and hands. Taking their time as the hot steam filled the room and water cascaded and sluiced down their bodies. They pleasured each other once again. Bringing themselves to newer heights. Higher climaxes. Oh yes. The friendship was definitely back to being intact. And all of a sudden Amy started to think that maybe she could do photography in the city...



Reconnecting



CHAPTER 1

Walt Allen had a beer belly and bad breath and long hair waved from out of his ears but his nose was hair-free at the nostrils. Walt's genial manner and fairly constant smile were in his favor and being a multi-millionaire meant, to use Walt's own words, he didn't have to care a fuck what other people thought of him.

Four hundred and forty-two people throughout the country had thought enough of Walt Allen's business acumen to have purchased a $210,000 Walt Garden Shed franchise that included the right to lease their garden shed on a property also provided by the company along with the commitment to buy product from WA Franchise Ltd to stock in their garden shed apart from items obtainable locally at a cheaper price and at least the same quality.

Walt employed twelve people with warehouses to receive 20 ft. shipping containers and break down the supplies as ordered by their approximately forty Walt Garden Shed franchisees they serviced and to deliver them and ship the empty containers back to the franchisor or elsewhere as directed. 

The garden shed businesses didn't sell seeds or plants. They sold what gardeners usually had in their garden sheds: gardening tools, sharpening tools, spares for watering systems, five different sizes and grades of garden sieves, a range of gardening gloves, gumboots, overalls, and a range of sprayers and basic sprays plus some other bits and pieces like kneeling pads and oh wheelbarrows and small utility trolleys for pulling around the garden with produce, fertilizer or garden waste.. 

WA Franchise Ltd also supplied six types of its proprietary Walt Home Garden Sheds that franchisee on-sold those to clients from laptop viewings and they kept 50% of the mark-up price collected for making the sale and providing any required after-sales service. Franchisees agreed with Walt that 'any idiot could erect our simple to fabricate sheds' but sadly, judging by the percentage of call-outs, there are a great number of idiots out there.

The time arrived for Walt to go on tour to interface with some franchisees and to present awards to the company's three top revenue-producing franchisees for the past year. The winners would be featured on the WA Franchise Ltd web site for two months, receive $5000 cash and receive a special franchisor-paid Walt Garden Sheds advertisement in the three divisional winner's nominated local newspaper. 

The company ran an on-going marketing program for its franchisees and that included advertising nationally, funded by an annual contribution from franchisees. They could also pay for their own advertisings and spend on sponsorships. The face of the Bob Garden Shed visual advertising promotion was the face of Walt's young wife, a creamy-skinned beautiful redhead Walt had engaged as a marketing consultant nine years ago when he was setting up his franchise business.

Walt had hired Gloria Meadows on the cheap because she was an out-of-work college graduate who'd been fired by her big city boss because Gloria, a farm girl, had been distressed by brutality of city living and the nasty methods applied ruthlessly within corporate business. Gloria answered Walt's ad and worked hard to become a great success. A year later, because Walt reminded her so much of his later mother, she stayed on and became Walt's wife after his second divorce finalized.

These days Gloria operated as CEO of the business. Franchisees called Walt Mr Allen or simply 'WA' but they and their families and garden shed assistants called Gloria by her first name, automatically, as everyone did because she was that kind of person.

Walt was all set to begin the traditional summer tour and call on many franchisees on a goodwill visit in the course of presenting the three awards when he ruptured his Achilles tendon playing 10-pin with his pals and was showing off at the end of his winning streak. He was taken to a medical center and had the foot and lower calf completely immobilized. He was warned to take complete rest to perhaps avoid the need for surgery.

"You'll have to go on tour," Walt said.

"What caused your to act so stupidly and injure yourself like this?" Gloria wailed.

"Good god woman, that's history. Get your mind back to the future."

Gloria gritted, frustrated yet again at Walt's inability to allow her release of emotional tension. She refrained from kicking his good ankle.

"Who'll drive me? You know I don't drove long distance because I fall asleep with the monotony."

"Then take that guy Goodfellow we hired as assistant operations manager."

"But he's only just started here and knows practically nothing about our business."

"But he'll be your driver, not a company spokesman. Just tell him whenever he's asked a question about our business he can answer that he's to smile and say to ask Gloria."

"Why are you saddling me with a misfit you choose to hire?"

"Careful now because in Blake's view you might be the misfit in this outfit."

Walt rumbled a belly-laugh. "God despite my agonizing injury I can come up with an inspired utterance like that."

"Like what?"

"This misfit in this outfit."

"Oh Christ," Gloria wailed, using language unbecoming for a lady.

Walt looked at her sympathetically.

"Darling I'm sorry for behaving like an idiot at 10-pin and injuring myself. Your mother did warn you I was too old for you and I'm sorry for placing you under pressure but I can run the business by phone from home."

Gloria sobbed, "Do you promise to change nothing of the sophisticated management systems I have in place?"

"I'm Walt Allen, entrepreneur. I change nothing that might harm this business operation. Walt Allen just concentrates on kicking ass and keeping people toeing the line on service and concentrating on the bottom line."

"Oh Christ," Gloria sobbed. "I don't want to go."

"You're going," Walt said flatly, warning she had to remember he was the real boss. "If I feel sexually primed I'll call one of the women from accounts over to deliver a hand job."

"You've never settle for just a hand job."

He scowled and said, "Keep focused on your business mission darling and leave sexual welfare to Uncle Walt."

* * *

Gloria headed off with Blake Goodfellow at the wheel and she complained, "Why are we driving in this vehicle instead of my husband's big Mercedes."

Blake said, "It was my decision, a business decision. Hard-working franchisees are less likely to notice the affluence of someone in a white AWD Lexus RX than in a large Mercedes and they will notice approvingly that it's a hybrid."

Gloria burst into tears and apologized for being grumpy.

"I know how you feel. No wife likes seeing her husband lying injured."

"Yes, yes, you're so right," Gloria sniffed and blew her nose.

The car stopped.

"Why have we stopped?"

"Come and sit in the front. You are like a disconnect puppet sitting back there alone at a time when you need comfort."

Gloria couldn't believe how quickly she'd got out and into the front seat and was smiling gratefully at the chauffeur although knowing she might look hellish if tears had messed up her makeup."

She looked in to the vanity mirror and suffered a vanity attack. Under her eyes and cheeks looked as if a tornado had passed through.

She groaned as said she looked revolting and Blake said yeah she did but he'd bet she'd look great in the raw.

"What?"

"Without make-up," he said hurriedly and she said yeah and anything on what she looked like at that moment would be an improvement.

They'd only gone a few hundred yards. He stopped again and went to the trunk and returned with her make-up bag.

"I can't, but thanks," she said, sounded disjointedly. "I can't, not in front of you."

"Of course you can. I greatly admire you and don't like seeing you look like a piece of crap. I'll concentrate on my driving."

"Yes, we don't wish to get behind schedule," she said, sounding like a CEO again.

She finished remaking her face and then briefed Blake and said he should say to anyone with a question he couldn't answer to ask Gloria.

"You mean Gloria and not Mrs Allen."

"Yes because everyone knows me just as Gloria, Mr Allen's wife."

"Why?"

"I suppose it's because I look young and lovely with an outgoing personality."

"Yes and such a contrast to big gruff Walt."

Gloria looked astonished and said yes and she hadn't thought of that.

"People tend to look for opposites."

He smiled and called that an astute comment and she looked at him with new interest.

"Tell me about yourself Blake. I read your CV before approving your appointment but what I mean is tell me about the real Blake Goodfellow." 

"My great-grandparents arrived here from Sussex after Sir William Goodfellow was involved in scandalous seductions of several daughters of the gentry, alleged to have been virgin daughters. There was trouble and talk about assassination and his moneyed wife was frightened and they packed up and left England. Great-grandmother reined him in and he made a fortune in buying a couple of undercapitalized coal mines that proved to be very productive. But his son who became my father, managed to largely deplete that family fortune through bad marriages and bad business decisions."

"I received a college education in finance, married brilliantly and raised two children and last year my wife, who was also forty-seven, collapsed and died. At that my life collapsed and I became mentally depressed and was fired from my great job. Fortunately I kept away from gambling, women and booze, the downfall of many people in descent and finally time completed my repair and eight months ago I had my first alcoholic drink and had the company of a woman for a few weeks and gained employment and joined your company two weeks ago. End of story."

Gloria reached across and placed a hand on Blake's arm and said she was sorry for his misfortune.

"Thanks," he said, moving that hand up to scratch an ear and in doing so dislodged Gloria's hand.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I wasn't to know you don't like being touched."

He gave it thirty seconds and said he didn't mind being touched but she was Walt's wife.

"And I'm the company CEO. You took a risk telling me that you more or less had a mental breakdown."

"Yeah well I know that ailment is past history and I also was told I can trust you as a person."

"Oooh, what other things do you know about me?"

"You wouldn't like to hear."

"Test me."

"Okay everyone at the company that I know thinks you're a real honey and I know they're not wrong. You are more than pretty: your personality practically sings to people and you have a tight body..."

"Oooh... I...."

"Enough said Mrs Allen."

Gloria just smiled.

They arrived at their first stop and have five more garden shed businesses to inspect before arriving at their hotel.

Blake was amazed at the brilliance of the operations. Each shed was located on a leased piece of vacant land on the outskirts of each commercial district and located well back to provide ample parking area in front of the shed.

The sheds were all the same, measuring 28 ft. by 40 ft., giving a display area of 28ft. by 26 ft. plus a 12ft wide storage space at the rear that was also 40 ft. wide and included a wash basin and toilet.

All of the sheds they visited had clients lined up waiting to be served.

"I understood the concept of our operation from the outset, having studied your website," Blake said. "But there's nothing like seeing it in operation. It's brilliant."

"That's the brilliance of Walt's mind," Gloria said. "He also patiently operated the trial shed for two months to refine the model and no other changes have been made since then and that keeps our original franchisees happy."

As they went up the elevator Blake said hesitatingly, "Are we booked into the same room?"

"Yes but have no fear. Walt snores and tosses and turns and so we sleep in separate bedrooms or in a two bedroom suite when we travel."

"B-but...?"

"What?"

"I might chance to see you er with next to nothing on."

"Oh lucky you," Gloria said in a tone that seemed to indicate that topic had been thrashed.

"Um I would just like to say I appreciate your confidence in me."

"Well if your behavior lets you down and you end up rutting me, only you and I will ever know that Blake Goodfellow lost control and became Blake Very Bad Fellow."

"Jesus Gloria, you can't mean that?"

"Just think of it this way Blake. Gloria Allen has been a good girl for far too long."

"We're at our floor and the doors have opened," Blake croaked.

Gloria left serenely and her man followed with her makeup bag under one arm and towing the two bags on wheels.

"Which bedroom should I choose Blake? They are near enough to being identical."

He said the one on her left because it was a little farther away from the road noise.

"Oh you considerate darling, thanks.

Gloria suggested they called room service for a couple of steak dinners and a bottle or blended red wine for delivery in an hour's time. She then ran a bath.

The meal was delivered and Blake called Gloria.

"Is it okay if I come out in just nightwear?"

Thinking of flannel, PJs Blake called yes and then thought damn, she probably slept in a sexy bikini thing.

Not quite, just a skimpy black thingy.

"Oh god," he croaked and she positively beamed in delight that she'd been noticed.

"I hadn't planned to allow you to see so much of my body at first take but without a plan I guess anything can happen."

Blake thought yeah, especially if you want it to happen.

"Would you like a Martini?"

She smiled. "Yes, lovely. You should find a lemon in the fridge or perhaps a small bag of garnishes."

As he strained the mix into pseudo cocktail glasses, Blake thought great thighs, near-to-flat belly, smallish tits and she was showing some signs of coming on to him. Oh had he died and gone to heaven or what?

He stopped just in time from over-filling the second glass.

"Tell me Blake, at your age do you still get sexually excited?

He sighed, thinking there was no chance of this hot babe easing back and went, "Arf, arf" and she giggled.

"Tell me about yourself Gloria."

"I'm healthy, work out a bit and cycle a great deal, my wealthy parents care less about me than my older sister and younger brother, I'm thirty-two with an MBA in office admin and a BA in marketing and I knew by marrying Walt I'd have a comfortable although unspectacular life. I made it a condition of accepting him in marriage that he gives me a five year contract as CEO of his company, so I'm also smart because conditions of severance include big payments, enforceable by law."

"That sounds smart to me. Walt is sixty-two so I guess he's still active enough for you?"

"I think you mean active enough in bed and the answer is yes, adequately so, but really how many of us actually get sex of the quality and frequency that we desire?"

"I've never heard anyone confess they do."

She giggled.

And then, "Can we make this a memorable tour for our frequency and quality of fucking?"

Blake took a big slug of Martini and said, "My mom always told me to give a lady what she wants."

"Ah yes, it's funny that," Gloria sighed. "Moms are keen for their sons to wallow in sex but encourage their daughters to be virtuous until they marry."

"Yeah well some people are lop-sided in their thinking, probably all of us to some degree," he said pompously.

"Are you interested in licking my pussy before dinner arrives?"

"No," he smiled.

"Now why did I guess that would be your answer?" she said and happily held out her empty glass for a refill.

After dinner Blake placed the dining trolley in the corridor outside their suites for collection, closed the door and switched on the do not disturb light outside the door. He was now ready for anything, er within an hour or so.

They'd decided to watch TV and as he sat back in his lounge chair Gloria called could she come over and sit on his knee. He held out his arms and she moved on to him quickly.

"I think we should give it an hour to allow our meal to settle," she said sensibly, settling back against him.

Blake agreed with that but Gloria appeared to be in two minds because she said huskily, "You may play with me if you wish."

"Okay," Blake said, in two minds himself. She lifted her butt and he pulled up her flimsy nightdress and when that was passed her hips she pulled out from him a bit and held up her arms, a clear invitation to remove that garment.

Gloria lay back against him completely nude and Blake took a handful of tit and squeezed gently and right on cue Gloria groaned softly and looked up at him, lips parted. He bent down and they had their first kiss and their tongues touched to confirm it was an adulterous kiss.

Blake moved slowly to lengthen the gap between having a steak dinner and engaging in lively sex and partly succeeded. Eventually, both aware of the squelching noise of Blake's fingering, Gloria said, "I'm leaking badly and we are both heated up. We should start banging right now."

He unzipped and Gloria stood as he put on the condom she produced out of nowhere. She sat back and pushed his fat dick into her swollen and very primed pussy and they both groaned as it slid in. He reached around to grab and squeeze both boobies and Gloria began to bounce on him at an accelerating rate. Finally Gloria's guttural cries excited Blake as she began to climax and he pumped into his finish seconds after she'd sagged and looking very satisfied.

They rested and then Blake pushed her away and undressed. He then lifted her into her arms carried Gloria to her bed and said, "Now your gorgeous slut, you'll need a proper fuck."

"Oh god, how can I be so lucky," Gloria trilled excitedly.

CHAPTER 2 

Gloria and Blake returned home twenty-two days later, feeling tired and fucked-out and both telling each other they'd lost weight.

When Gloria told Walt she felt exhausted and said they'd both lost weight, he said well they'd taken on a full-on schedule with only two rest days and they probably hadn't eaten wisely and had downed too much coffee.

"Did you two have sex?"

She lied, "Yeah one Saturday night we both got drunk and I pressed him for it. You'll recall on the phone I'd told you I'd become rather sexually frustrated, missing out on you pounding me. Well we scarcely got started when Blake ejaculated and that was it. I invited him to resume but obviously he was too embarrassed. We remained on good terms but somehow it was not quite the same from then on."

"That Blake Goodfellow has a conscience and would be aware I had trusted him to go away three weeks with my wife. He's a good guy."

"Yes and I can report he went down well with the people we met. He'd be the right guy to replace Ian as operations manager Walt; I'm, absolutely sure about that. I noticed on tour how he absorbed things and from half-way through he'd found it less necessary to refer people to me who were asking technical or other difficult to answer questions."

"I'm glad you are thinking that way. He should have picked up great knowledge of our business, our infrastructure and made face to face contact with many of the people who matter to us, our franchisees."

"Walt please take me to bed; I'm hanging out for it," Gloria lied. She'd been banged that morning before she and Blake went down for breakfast at their hotel and that big bang had left her practically legless.

* * *

Blake went around with a real estate broker looking for an appealing house to buy and at the final house, noting his increased interest, Mrs Payne asked casually, "What would induce you to buy this house Blake?"

"Very little actually; I rather like it."

They were standing in the kitchen of the vacated home with only the drapes and carpets left behind.




Reconnecting



"Would a little attempted seduction clear your mind?"

"Perhaps," he grinned. "No promises."

Irma placed her laptop and handbag on the kitchen bench and moved in on Blake, kissing his cheek as if not wishing to demonstrate as being the initiator of unseemly conduct with a client.

Blake grabbed a breast roughly and Irma went "Oooh" as she licked and then sucked his ear lobe.

"I like you touching me Blake," she said mildly.

Blake slammed a hand hard against her pussy and Irma immediately began breathing more heavily and pulled up her dress to provide Blake with easier access.

Later after Blake had lifted her on to the bench and removed her panties, he dropped his pants and briefs and eyeing the erection wide-eyed Irma said, "I should introduce you to my sister Linda."

Blake wondered about that. Did Linda have a bigger cunt?

Despite her uncomfortable position, Irma proved to be a great fuck, moving back at him as best she could and squeezing him to increase the friction. She worked hard and finally got Blake close to coming. He ripped off the condom, tugged his cock twice and sprayed over her bra hanging around her waist and over her saggy tits.

"I must tell Linda about you," Irma said. "She's my younger sister aged forty and is waiting for her divorce to come through. She told me the other day she really is missing being fucked regularly."

"She's my kind of woman. Get her to call and invite me on a date."

"What?"

"Irma it will test her to ensure she really thinks this is a good idea. I have some idea of how she will feel about her present plight. My wife collapsed and died last year leaving me in a huge hole that I had to deal with and I almost suffered deep depression."

"Omigod, how awful for you. Is it okay for me to tell Linda about your awful experience?"

"Yes but make sure you tell her that I'm okay now and am back to fucking women to keep them happy."

"Um I will be careful how I phrase that last bit."

"Good for you Irma. Christ you can fuck."

"Omigod Blake, stop it. I don't wish to place you ahead of my husband for favoritism for sex."

Later after Blake signed up for the purchase and paid a deposit, he left the realty office thinking Irma was a smooth talker but perhaps she did feel she call fall for him. He hoped the sister would be okay and not the hag of the family.

Three days later Blake took a call from a woman who after the exchange of greetings, sounded slightly uptight, "Mr Goodfellow it's Linda, the sister of your realty broker."

"Ah yes Linda. Call me Blake and thanks for calling."

"I-I'm uncomfortable about talking to you."

Blake said confidentially, "Then don't."

"Goodbye Mr Goodfellow."

Blake realized he'd acted arrogantly. It probably was the first time the woman had ever attempted to date a guy.

"Linda wait, please."

He'd thought he'd lost her but then she said she was waiting.

"I apologize for behaving insensitively. I don't know what got into me... excitement I guess. He'd added that last bit hoping it would work.

"Excitement?"

Blake continued being inventive. 

"Irma left me with the impression you were keen to re-enter the social scene after feeling adrift and losing some social contacts and I'm keen to help because I was thrown into that wobble myself."

Sounding a little more confident and expressing some interest, Linda said, "A wobble?"

"When I was left alone last year I felt as if my life was spiraling out of control."

She said carefully that's exactly how she felt and it was then that Blake knew perhaps he could counsel this woman effectively.

"I think we should meet."

"Irma said I was to invite you over for dinner and then take you to bed."

"Christ Linda," Blake said, shocked that he and her sister could have talked about Linda as if she were a piece of meat. "No guy that I know of would expect to hit that hard on a woman amid an emotional wobble."

"Irma left me with more than an impression you were like that."

"Well then I must have given Irma that impression and I apologize."

"No it's okay. To tell the truth I'd like to resume having sex but felt horrible about having to call you to virtually ask for it."

"Why don't we meet for coffee and talk and then you decide if that's it or if you'd like to meet me again?"

Linda replied a few seconds later, "I now feel comfortable about inviting you to dinner. Irma told me she had sex with you and you're very nice."

"There was no need for her to tell you that."

Linda laughed and said, "What that you're very nice?"

They laughed and Blake knew they both sounded relaxed when discussing their dinner arrangement.

That night as Blake played with his dick he thought about Linda rather than her sister and the image he created of Linda was a little like Irma but she seemed to look softer but it was difficult to be that definitive. Anyway he'd never met the woman.

* * *

A tall and slender woman, more beautiful than Irma with green eyes and long dark hair and a soft smile opened the front door and said, "Hi Blake."

"Hi Linda."

He kissed the offered cheek as he moved in and then handed her the bottle of wine and she went 'Oooh, thanks' without checking the label.

Blake couldn't believe it. Linda was so close to his concept of a perfect woman. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her.

But he did.

Blake followed her inside and he closed the door. She was in a tight ruby red dress, quite short and show great legs for a forty-year old woman. Her breasts were only puppies but so what? The smaller bumps indicated big nipples.

Yummy.

"You are looking great," he offered.

"And you are a couple of cuts above what I had expected from Irma's description."

"Does that suggest sisters lie to their older sister?"

"Indeed," Linda said happily. "Hand me your jacket and tie. This meeting is informal."

"Okay but what are you removing?"

She blushed.

"Ooops, sorry."

"No I liked it. That tease indicates you have charm and it's been a long time since anyone has made me blush. Come into the kitchen for a drink while I finish preparing dinner. I won't show you through the house because it will be sold. My outgoing husband and I decided that during settlement negotiations."

"I believe it's best to make a clean break."

"Agreed," she said, taking his request for a white wine. They sat facing each other at the breakfast bar and when she's sat their knees touched and neither of them attempted to pull away and both pretended such intimate contact wasn't happening. Perhaps she thought of it as friendly contact?

During dinner he learned Linda had married when still at college and she and her husband had had two children. Her daughter was a musician based on a cruise ship and the son had been killed in a vehicle accident when he was fifteen.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It was also when our marriage died," she said effortlessly. "My husband had adored Mark. We allowed the pretense of marital bliss drag on and on until Macy announced she intended accepting the offer of a permanent position on the cruise ship."

"So we are both looking for someone to reconnect with?"

Linda looked at him in surprise, as if her impression had been Blake mission was to cruise around screwing needy and promiscuous women.

Minutes later after normal conversation resumed, Blake stood partly behind Linda to top up her wine and when she turned and looked up to thank him he kissed her, the kiss continuing for almost thirty seconds, without either of them holding on, and everyone knows a casual kiss of almost thirty seconds is a very long kiss.

"Ah I wanted that," he smiled, breaking away and Linda sighed and said, "I did too."

Well that was encouraging but Blake didn't accept the offer to stay, thinking perhaps he wanted more from Linda than a one night stand. They both would benefit with some thinking time.

Blake's phone on the bedside cabinet rang at 1:15.

"Hi it's Linda. I have been unable to get to sleep."

"Should I come over?"

"No I have reached a conclusion about something and I'm shocked that it's so sudden but believe me, once I tell you I'll go to sleep. Do you think I should move in with you and see how it goes?"

"Do you like cooking, sex, going to movies, sex, and concerts, sex and visiting art galleries?"

"Yes to all of that although it does sounds like a lot of sex but I do love being banged."

"Then I'll take you out to dinner tomorrow and we can finalize our cohabitation arrangement."

"Great, that's truly great Blake. I'm admin manager at Gibson and Street Law. I'll get a draft cohabitation agreement drawn up to discuss with you."

"Yeah good idea. Um are you sure you'll go to sleep now?"

"Yes I will. Good night sweet man." 

Blake lay awake worrying why he hadn't thought of Linda moving in with him before she did. Well if he wasn't the one with the brains, what did Linda want from him?

He grinned and reached for his dick.

THE END



Reconnecting



A couple of years age I had a coworker who I traded emails with and had a lot of phone sex with but I never let myself fuck her. I regret not doing it because sexually we were a perfect match for each other. After several years apart the following story is what happened when we reconnected. 

I got an email from my friend Angela inviting me over for dinner in her new apartment so I left work early to get there around 5:30. I brought a bottle of wine hoping that she might have a little with me over the course of the evening and maybe let me flirt with her a bit. She prepared some thing that smelled wonderful she is Italian and I knew it would be good but I can't always focus on anything but sex when I am around her. We enjoyed a great meal and caught up on everything. She told me about her new job and what she has going on and what her plans are moving forward. I told Ang about my kids and work and we shared some old stories she took out a little weed and we both smoked some. Between the weed and the wine we were pretty relaxed and I looked up at the clock it was getting near eight and I knew I had to sober up for the drive. Ang offered to make coffee and I gladly accepted I watched her as she worked in the kitchen and I think she felt me looking at her. 

"Why are you watching me like that?" 

"I have a hard time taking my eyes off of you when we are together but I didn't want to bring it up." I replied. "Why not?" she asked still busy at the kitchen counters. "It has been a while and I didn't want to bring up how much I would like to fuck you I thought we could have a nice evening and I will jerk off when I get home." I replied candidly. I was a little nervous about my direct response but given our history it was worth a shot.

Ang just laughed "You are going to jerk off cause I made you coffee." 

"I am going to jerk off because you drive me crazy everything about you, I have never in my life wanted something more than I want you," I answered honestly.

"What will you imagine when you do it?" she asked me while she wipe coffee grinds off the counter.

"I am going to imagine when you go to make that coffee I come up behind you and softly put my hand around your throat and kiss your neck reach my hand around your breast and start to rub your beautiful tits and press my cock against your ass." I said.

"You would already have your cock out and stroking it while you are imaging this?" she said turning to face me.

"Yeah I would be jerking off thinking of that and how I would try to get you naked next!"

"Well I don't want you to crash you car on the way home why not jerk off here?" she said matter-of-factly "it is probably safer."

"WHAT you want me to jerk off here?" I was a little shocked I had cum for her many times over the phone and I have told her how thinking of her makes me cum all the time but I have never jerked off right in front of her.

"Why not I can see you cock pushing against your pants and it won't bother me at all I am making coffee." she replied turning back to the kitchen counter. 

Not wasting anytime I took off all of my clothes and started to rub my cock out while I watched her.

"Tell me what happens next" Ang commanded, her voice was a little deeper and sexier then when she was just "making coffee." Jerking my cock slowly I start to tell her the rest of my fantasy "I start to unbutton your shirt from behind and remove your bra while I continue to kiss your neck. I turn you around and slip you out of your jeans. While I am unbuttoning your jeans you remove my shirt. When you are wearing only panties I take a step back to see your beautiful body trying to figure out where I want to kiss next." While I am telling her my story she actually begins to remove her shirt and I have to stop stroking so I don't shoot my cum all over myself.

"Why did you stop? I will stop if you do."

So I started rubbing myself again, carefully so I wouldn't cum, and went back to the rest of my story. "I sit you up on the counter and kiss your breasts I slowly work my way down to your belly button and hook my hands into your panties." While I am talking Ang starts to remove her pants only unlike in my story she isn't wearing panties. The fact that she doesn't have on any underwear is encouraging to me because I think maybe she was planning on giving me something. "I start by licking your pussy top to bottom...." I am trying to make the story as sexy as I can but I am having a hard time concentrating because Ang decided to sit on the couch across from me naked and begins toying with her clit.

"Are you going to finish the story it is making me very wet," she purrs seductively.

"I have more but I really want to lick your pussy instead, I want to make you cum and fuck you so bad. How about I finish the story later."

"I told you I will stop if you stop and you told me that you want to fuck me already but for quite a few years I offered myself to you and you never took it so now you don't get it" she replied.

"I don't know if I can finish my story watching you like this I am trying not to cum and all I can think about is how much I want to taste you." I was almost pleading to be allowed to lick her pussy.

"Well if you don't finish your story I am not going to make myself cum and you will have to finish jerking off on the car ride home." She said closing her legs to me but keeping her hand pressed against her pussy.

"OK" I tried to quickly finish my story "I lick your pussy drop my pants pick you up from the counter and drop you on my dick. You use your hands for balance and I fuck you hard until we both cum." hoping that finishing the story will get me to where I want to be, eating that pussy.

"That was a shitty way to end the story and I can see cum spilling out of the head of your cock. I want to cum and since you won't help me with a satisfactory end to the story come over here and sit on the floor." Ang commanded.

I quickly obey her command and sit inches from her pussy mesmerized while she rubs it. "You can't have this pussy because you have not earned It." She tells me while she furiously rubs her clit and she quickly lifts her knees up high exposing her asshole. "Lick my ass while I make myself cum." I immediately started licking around her ass and I could tell she was enjoying the feeling. Before she closed her eyes to really let herself go she noticed my hand still on my cock. "You had better stop touching yourself and pay attention to your job or you will never get the chance to fuck me." I instantly let go of my cock and spread her ass cheeks to get hard at work. I could hear her moaning encouragement and I love that my nose keeps rubbing up against her wet hole. Finally she half cries half moans "I am going to cum" her body tenses her toes curl and she explodes. 

"Now you can cum" she say to me dismissively.

"Can I cum on your tits?"

"You have not earned that either shoot on your stomach"

Without saying a word I stroke my cock like crazy, groan loudly and cum shoots all over my chest and stomach. 

She gets up from the coach and gives me a wet dish towel to clean myself. Without really saying anything I put my clothes back on and Ang give me a kiss on the side of my cheek. "I enjoyed our visit maybe next time I will let you kiss me, now you should get home before you are missed"

On the way home I take out my cock again and jerk off in the car anyway just thinking about her and I can't wait until she invites me over again.