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Red

By: tali



Quiet day in the book store. One browser that Ann could see, and she returned to her surreptitious reading behind the counter, keeping an eye on the browser - a woman with long, brown-blonde hair. She was a semi-regular in the store, and Ann knew she'd be over with her purchase before too long.

Silence.

Until the bell hung over the door rang, a silvery tinkle. Ann looked up as the new customer entered the store. Tall man, wearing an overcoat. He wandered through the stacks, heading always in the direction of the woman browsing the shelves.

Ann smiled a little; obviously not here for the books. Midday assignation, perhaps? Both were in what might be called business attire, although the woman's skirt was a little shorter and tighter than she'd ever have considered wearing to work. As she watched covertly, the man made his way over to the woman, one hand in his pocket, speaking to her quietly then putting his free hand on her arm. A few more quiet words, and she put the book back on the shelf, walked with him out of the store.

Lucky, lucky, lucky, Ann thought, then returned to her book.

---

The gun hadn't come all the way out of his pocket; it hadn't needed to. Ellie had blinked at the glimpse she'd gotten of it.

"Just act normally," he said. "Behave, and no harm will come to you. Now put the book back on the shelf and walk out of the store. Don't run, don't try to signal anyone for help. Understand."

Light-headed, she nodded, put the book back and did as ordered.

The street wasn't too busy - the book store was in an out-of-the-way location, with not much through-traffic. Very few passers-by too, and none of the few even glanced sideways at the apparent couple walking down the street.

"Just keep walking," he said. "We're aiming for that dark green car up there, see?"

Ellie nodded, not trusting her voice.

Closer to the car, he pulled out a set of keys and pressed a button; lights flashed, and she heard the 'clunk' of locks unlocking.

"Get in the passenger seat," he said.

She did, sitting frozen as he walked around to the driver's side. Keys in the ignition and all the doors locked again with another solid 'thunk', but he didn't turn the engine on. "Open the glove box," he said. "Give me what you find in there."

Ellie swallowed, did so, and sat staring at the pair of handcuffs - matte black metal, cold, purposeful. He took them from her, directed her to sit forward in her seat and face away from him, with her hands behind her back. She shivered at the touch of cold metal on her wrists and the ratcheting sound as he fastened them.

"What - what are you doing, what do you want?" She'd found her voice, a tiny squeak.

"Shut up," he said. "You don't speak unless you're responding to a direct question. Now, sit back; I'm going to put your seatbelt on; I'll be leaning across you, and you might think that would be a good opportunity to attack me. That would be a bad idea - all you'd do is annoy me and you couldn't get out of the car with your hands cuffed like that anyway." He smiled a little. "Plus, I still have that gun...."

So she sat still, trembling, as he seatbelted her in, started the engine and drove off.

Traffic was a blur to her, twenty minutes of confusion as he drove, not allowing her to speak, until he pulled into a garage, the door closing automatically behind them. Her wrists and arms had begun to ache from being cuffed behind her so, in one way, she was grateful the ride was over. Now that it was, though...what now?

He got out of the car, and Ellie watched him apprehensively as he circled the car, coming around to her side and opening the door.

"I'm going to lean across you and undo your seatbelt," he said. "Same caution as before; don't even think about trying to knee me in the head or anything."

She might be able to knock him out like that - but it was a big 'might'. Not certain enough; better to wait for another, more certain, chance. The seatbelt retracted smoothly and she, anticipating, started to stand. His hand on her shoulder stopped that. "Not yet."

He dipped into the overcoat pocket again and her eyes widened; a collar of broad, black leather, metal leash already attacked to a D ring at its front. He let the leash unwind.

"Lean forward," he said.

She did, feeling her hair falling forward, exposing the back of her neck. The collar settled in place around her throat. She felt its weight, closing her eyes as he locked it in place.

"Get used to the way that feels," he said. "You're mine now; my property. You obey me, you belong to me. I'll train you - you obey me."

She shivered as he took up the end of the leash.

"Out of the car, slave, and follow me."

He led her through the house to the bedroom, taking one last item from his coat pocket; a large, heavy padlock that he used to attach the end of the leash to the wrought iron at the bed's foot.

"I don't underst..." The word turned into a yelp as his hand came down hard on her ass.

"You don't need to understand anything," he said. "All you need to do is realise a few things. First, I've just kidnapped you; you are in my power. You're my possession. If I were you, I'd obey; you have a great deal riding on your ability to please me from now on, slave."

"My name..." Another yelp.

"Your name is whatever I say it is," he said. "Right now, I say your name is 'slave'. That may change." She felt his hands on her ass, caressing instead of spanking, working up under her skirt and finding the bare skin beneath. "In fact, given how you're dressed - or not dressed - I may change it right now, to 'slut'. You're asking for trouble, dressing like this. That's one reason I picked you, you know - always in short skirts, and I've always wondered what you wore underneath them."

Ellie felt his hands working the skirt up over her hips, and dropped her head, face flushed. "Please, don't..."

Another hard spank, making her cry out. "I think you need a lesson in how to obey my orders, slave. I've told you to be quiet, but you keep ignoring me."

A quiet, metallic sound; the handcuffs released. Then a sudden, hard shove, pushing her forward into the bed.

"On the bed, face down."

She obeyed as best she could. The leash meant she had to turn around so her head was at the foot end of the bed. Something wrapped around one ankle - more leather, a leather cuff being padlocked into place. The rattle of chain, her foot being dragged backwards and another padlock chaining it into place. The other ankle then, treated the same way; when she kicked out, it didn't do any good, only earned her another smack. Wrists were next, fixed in place the same way, leaving her spreadeagled face down on the bed, skirt bunched up over her hips, shirt still in place.

"Excellent," he said. "Just one thing...." The sound of a drawer in the nightstand being opened, and then metal against her skin - scissors, he was cutting her clothes off, starting at the hem of her skirt and working his way upwards, cutting through her shirt and bra, baring her back.

"Much better." Satisfaction in his voice. "Now, lesson time. Today's lesson is obedience, slut; I ordered you to be silent unless ordered, so the punishment should fit the crime, I think."

The sound of rummaging in the drawer, and he walked back to her head holding...it looked like a big ball of firm red foam centred on a leather strap. "Ball gag," he said. "It should keep you satisfactorily quiet. Open wide."

When she tried to resist by clamping her mouth shut, he dealt with it by the simple expedient of pinching her nose shut until she had to open her mouth to breathe. Once she did, it was a simple matter for him to force the spongy ball into her mouth and buckle the strap around her head. Ellie could feel the gag distorting her mouth, puffing her cheeks out - and reducing her protests to a series of barely audible squeaks.

He disappeared from her field of vision for a few moments, and reappeared holding something new. Whatever reaction showed on her face - Ellie suspected it was wide-eyed terror - seemed to please him, for he swung the flogger in front of her eyes several times. Black and purposeful as the handcuffs - she felt her eyes go wider. "Please, don't," she tried to say; all that came out was a faint 'eeh oh'.

A step or two backwards. "Are you ready, slut?" he asked. A pause while he listened to her attempts to beg him not to use the flogger on her, she'd do anything if only he wouldn't hurt her - then he swung.

Red hot stinging strike across her shoulders, and she yelped around the gag. That was only the first in a series; he started across her shoulders, worked his way steadily down her body to the bottom of her ribcage - skipped a bit, then picked up again, laying a steady pattern of strokes from her ass down her legs to the back of her knees. Every stroke brought a new cry around the gag; her body bucked in her restraints as she pleaded for an end to the punishment, promised to be silent when ordered....

"Now you know what to expect," he said, "the real punishment will start. You determine how long it lasts, slut - as long as it takes you to last five strokes without a sound. Do that, and your punishment is done. You'll have learned your lesson about silence as well, I suspect."

Without warning, he swung the flogger again, and she cried out when it struck her ass. He tut-tutted; "Have to do better than that, slut."

She lasted the next three in silence, gasped too loudly on the one after despite her best efforts; he started the count again. One in silence, another cry; the count started again. This time she managed to last the five strokes without noise, every muscle tense with the effort of staying silent.

"Good slave," he said when a few moments passed after the last stroke without noise. "Good girl. You'll be more obedient now, right?"

She nodded frantically, choking back a whimper as she felt his hands running down her back - a hint of nails on tender skin, making her twist to try and get away. Shoulders, back, ass, legs - then working his way back up her legs to her pussy. She couldn't stop the moan as his fingers invaded her roughly, deep in her for a moment; her hips bucked.

"Very wet - 'slut' is becoming more and more appropriate for you by the minute," he said. She shook her head in denial, moaning again as his fingers thrust into her more deeply, easily - however she tried to deny it, she was aroused and his fingers were finding the truth of it. She shifted again, this time trying to work herself onto his hand, feel his fingers fucking her more deeply, increasing her arousal - he withdrew sharply.

The sound of locks being undone, her ankles being freed. "Up on your hands and knees, slut," he said, reinforcing the order with a solid spank. She obeyed, guessing what was coming next - the guess confirmed when she felt him kneeling behind her, heard the sound of a zip being undone. The feeling of his cock touching her pussy, just barely, then the head penetrating slightly. "For this, you can make as much noise as you want - or as you can, anyway," he amended. "One thing, though - no coming without permission. Do you understand?"

She made a vaguely affirmative noise - it turned into a muffled near-howl as he thrust into her, penetrating her deeply at one stroke. He rested there, hands on her hips, for a moment, then withdrew and thrust in again, just as hard. He took her that way, hard, driving into her - she could hear him gasping with effort, growling. His hands dug into her hips, fingers flexing to draw her back onto his cock as he drove into her harder - she could feel her climax building, and bit into the gag, trying to disrupt its course, moaning around the gag - then hearing him order her come, releasing her. She did, crying out - felt him come just behind her, maybe triggered by the way her cunt tightened around his cock...hard thrusts as he came in her...

He stayed there, buried deep in her for long minutes afterwards, before withdrawing. She whimpered a little at the feeling of his cock leaving her, and stayed waiting as he left the room. Come, her own juices - she wanted to collapse.

He returned, holding a cloth in one hand, something she couldn't make out in the other. "Lift up your head," he said, and she did.

"One more thing to fix." He unbuckled the gag, scrubbed at her lips with the cloth, then showed it to her. She could see streaks of the lipstick she'd put on that morning, a demure creamy coral shade that she'd always favoured.

The other object he was holding turned out to be a lipstick tube - bright red. "This is much more appropriate for you, my slut," he said, and applied it heavily. "This is what you'll wear from now on. Every day. Say, 'yes, Master' if you agree."

She drew breath. "Yes, Master."

He kissed her on the forehead. "Good girl. Now sit up."

She gathered her feet under her and knelt; he unlocked the chains that led to her wrists, settled beside her and held her close. "Happy birthday, little one. Enjoy the experience?"

Ellie laughed a little, leaning into him. He'd promised her something special for her birthday - not that she'd expected this. Flowers, possibly - a book, maybe. But not this. "I did." She nuzzled into his throat, kissing and licking. "Thank you." She'd talked a little about it months before, a new experience in their relationship. "I didn't expect you to remember."

A grin; she felt it. "Now, that book you were looking at in the bookstore...."

She looked down at the ruin of her clothes on the floor. "I think I'll need to find something else to wear."

"That's easily fixed," he said. "This, though," and he touched her lips with a fingertip, "this stays."

"Yes, Master." She rolled backwards, stretching, then seeing the gun on the nightstand. She picked it up - plastic. "Nice touch," she said with a grin.

---

Ann looked up as the silver bell tinkled. Same couple, and they headed for the same shelf the woman had been browsing earlier. She was dressed differently, Ann realised - the red lipstick suited her. And the body language between them said clearly that the interruption to her browsing had been a good one. Ann smiled - and then the expression froze as the woman bent over to pick up the book she'd been looking at earlier. Short skirt - it rode up as she bent, giving both Ann and the man a good view of...red stripes along the woman's thighs, red as her lipstick...

Red



It was the 1940's or the 1930's. Everything in the world was some kind of gray; colors were washed out, but there was still a kind of city beauty, a steampunk elegance. The stars in the sky were unnaturally bright. As we walked down the sidewalk towards the tiny restaurant, all I could hear was the sound of your boots and my heels tapping against the pavement. You're wearing a white shirt with a black vest, holding your jacket in your right arm. Though it's not cool yet, we expect it to be chilly by the time we finish our late dinner. Your left hand is clasped in my right. I'm wearing a very red sequined evening gown. It makes my skin look pale and milky in the moonlight. My shoes are a strappy kind of sandal with a high heel, but you're still just a little taller than me. My nails and my toenails are painted in the same blood red as my dress. When I glance over to you, I can see the color reflected in your eyes beneath the brim of your fedora.

We go into the restaurant like we've done it a thousand times. My hand slides up to rest in the crook of your arm as you tell the hostess we'd like a table for two by the window. I'm your lady tonight, I'm thinking, but I still have to smile nervously as you pull the chair out for me. We sit. I'm sure there's conversation, but all I can remember is the color red dancing in your eyes and the flash of your easy smile. We leave your jacket and your hat at the table to dance. We dance close, it's very movie-like, kind of fuzzy. I don't know the song but you do, the words are foreign, and you whisper them in my ear as we sway.

When we leave the restaurant, I am light-headed and giddy. I remember dancing around you on the sidewalk as we make our way back towards the train station. The world is dark except for the sparse street lamps, but I can see you clearly and you never look away from me. I realize it's gotten colder and without a word you drape your jacket over my shoulders. I sigh and snuggle against you, my arm wrapped around your waist, my fingers beneath your leather vest to feel you more clearly through the cloth of your shirt. Feeling the sway of your body against mine as we walk makes me hungry to have you closer.

The train station is huge. Chandeliers the size of small homes dangle sparkling crystals and flickering yellow lights above our heads. Our shoes echo off the vaulted ceiling. Tall gothic windows arch up the domed roof and the stars shine through. The moon is fat and round, so much bigger than it should be, it seems, peeking in through the glass. My fingers curve around your hip, pulling you closer against me. There's time before our train comes and I am soaking up your warmth next to me. Did we have wine at dinner? Maybe brandy or bourbon?

I know we're in public, but I want to kiss you anyway. It doesn't look like anyone is watching us, so I turn towards you. As if you were reading my mind your lips meet mine. Behind your cool facade I can taste your hunger, all worry of voyeurs evaporates as you tell me how much you want me through your kiss. When we part, I lick my lips so I can still taste you. Is your heart beating as quickly as mine? Suddenly we remember that we aren't alone, and with a furtive glance around the grand tunnel, we escape, hand in hand, to the ladies' room.

In here we are blissfully alone. You slide the lock of the door and it clicks into place, a sound that means we won't be interrupted. I'm suddenly shy, leaning on the porcelain sink that I've laid your coat across, watching you in the reflection of the mirror on the wall. My heart is racing. I'm reminded of a rabbit under the scrutiny of a large predator; basic instincts grinding just below the surface, to fight or to flee or to fuck. I want to be closer to you, but I have the feeling you could be dangerous. And strangely, I want you to be dangerous.

I don't remember moving, I don't remember you moving, but suddenly I'm pressed back against the cool tiled wall and you're kissing me again. I'm an addict for these sensations and it makes my head fuzzy. Your smell, your taste, your touch, I know without certainty that at this very moment I would die without them. I cling to you like you are my life, the air I breathe. I want you so much, my ears are ringing. I have no time no room for doubt or hesitation. Your hand finds the long slit in my dress and where your fingertips touch my skin I can feel the fire.

My thigh lifts so I can wrap my leg around you, pulling your hips towards mine. Your hand slides back, grabbing my rear and tugging me closer still. I wonder if you can feel the heat of my core as it's pressed hard against you, how starved my body is for you, how ready I am for you. I'm gasping when our lips part, but I need your kisses more than I need to breathe.

We don't need to speak; our bodies talk the talk. It's a rhythm familiar to both of us, we know each others needs, and without my asking you start to unbuckle your pants. I know you're packing, and already I'm imagining how warm the soft silicone will be from resting against your body all evening. At times making love to you is like poetry; this is more like O Fortuna. Our hearts beat the heavy bass and the tempo is ever increasing.

The slit in my dress is high enough so that it can be moved aside, your hand, your fingers probing me. I'm as wet as I am hot and the sensation of your fingertips running over my clit makes my jaw clench. I'm afraid to cry out, afraid that if I make too much noise, this will have to wait until we get home and I don't think I can wait. You're rubbing the tip of your cock between my lips and my hips unconsciously arch forward, my body begging.

You don't make me wait. I press my face into your neck as you slide into me, slowly, waiting for the little sigh I give when I feel filled. I give into you, nothing exists but us. My fingers twist into your hair and I pull you closer yet with my leg around your hip. I love your hands on my waist, steadying me, holding me as you pull back just the slightest bit before hilting again. I groan against your throat, licking, kissing, breathing you in. You fill me, ride with me, carry me, sustain me. I want you impossibly nearer as I rise and fall in the waves pulled by your gravity.

Even now in the fuzzy haze of my own passion I am thinking about yours. I know the harness rubs you but I also know I can rub you better. Bringing you to orgasm brings me right there to the edge, and thinking about it while you're pinning me to the wall with your rhythm nearly makes me peak. I lean my head back, eyes closed to better feel your body against mine. Your lips are like fire on my jaw, my throat. My back arches and I turn my head to the side, my fingers pressing you forward. I am rewarded. The delicious flash, then slow throb of dull pain and ferocious pleasure of your bite flies down my spine. I know at this point my hips are grinding against yours when they meet. The noises escaping my lips are probably too loud, more moan than sigh, sounds that pressing my lips together cannot muffle.

My legs start to tremble, my toes scrunching up in the strappy sandal shoes. As I grow less vocal, more concentrated on breathing, my body tenses up. The room is filled with the near-silence of wet sex until it is viciously broken by my cries. As soon as I start to come, you increase the pace, increase the pressure. I ride my ecstasy through yours, delirious, still clenching against your cock even as you pull away, panting, trembling, your eyes shining like stars. I can smell you and it makes me want more of you. I have flashes in my mind of the two of us in bed, amidst blankets, a tangle of flesh and sweat and heat.

I wake up with the taste of you still on my lips...



Red



"What's the matter with you guys? You got lead in your ass? We're never going to win a goddamn thing if you don't pick up your game!

Tom was screaming at the football team as they practiced for the upcoming game. His red hair glinted in the bright sunlight so that his head seemed on fire, matching his fiery temper. Most of the team looked sheepishly at me, knowing this was not their day.

"Sims, get on the bench! Tubbs, you take over! You've gotta be able to throw better than Sims is doing today. He's throwing like a little girl! A fucking chimp could do better!"

David Sims walked off the field, obviously dejected and angry at his football head coach, Tom Lewis.

"Damn, Coach Baker, what's up Coach Lewis's ass today? I know it isn't my best day but I sure as hell ain't throwing like a little girl and you know it! I'm getting sick of being insulted by him."

I patted him on the back as he sat on the bench.

"You're having an off day, Sims, and Coach Lewis is under a lot of pressure right now. Our university hasn't lost a game against these guys in eleven years. Our team this year is not the best we've ever had, to put it diplomatically. He's afraid of losing the game in his second year as head coach. Give him a break."

David Sims just shook his head as he drank from a bottle of Gatorade.

"I'm sorry, Coach, I don't agree with you. Lewis seems almost like he's losing it. We're eight and three right now. I know there've been some good teams in the past but we're not exactly shit either. He's forgotten this is only a football game and football isn't the most important thing in life. If he keeps riding the hell out of me I'm gonna quit the team and I mean it. I came here to get an education, not just to play sports. I'm going to med school next year."

I felt a chill go down my spine. David Sims was a first class quarterback on one of the nation's finest football teams and I knew he meant what he said. A brilliant student headed toward being class valedictorian, he'd been scouted by several pro teams and wasn't interested at all. He planned to become a surgeon, to follow in the footsteps of his father, grandfather, and several other Sims family members. And he didn't need the money a pro sports team offered. His family was worth several hundred million dollars. He was just temperamental enough to walk out and quit just before the biggest game of our season and there was no one who could replace him.

"Garrison! Are you blind? Man, you didn't even come close to catching that ball! It was coming right at you! He'd have been better off to have hit you with it! In the head!"

I listened to this harassment over the next hour and watched as the guys gradually showed some improvement. Even with him being a total son of a bitch, I had to admit Tom Lewis was right. Today this team was playing far below their regular performance and we were due to fly out tonight for the championship game. Tom was nervous as hell and nerves had turned him into a real shit hill. I didn't blame him at all; in fact I felt the same nerves, maybe worse. This was his second year as head coach and the trustees of the university would make it his last if the team got crucified in this game. And if he got canned his coaching staff would most likely go out the door with him. My dream job as a university defense coach would go down the tubes.

"Scott! I'm gonna let you get the other coaches up to speed before the flight out tonight. We gotta be at the airport at six thirty!"

Tom's voice broke me out of the nerve induced fog I was in.

"Will do, Tom; we'll be at the airport on time."

My name is Scott Baker and I'm thirty-one. I've been coaching football since I graduated with my Master's degree from Auburn eight years ago and I've been lucky. I got hired right out of university into a fantastic high school program in Orlando, Florida. I took the team to the state championships my first year and then repeated that success for six more years, getting national attention. My dedication to my job came with a high price, though.

I married Ellen the year we graduated from Auburn but bitterness developed between us because she resented my being gone all the time. It was tough enough when I was a high school coach but when I was hired by the university the pressure only got hotter. At first, she enjoyed the status of being the wife of a university assistant football coach but the glamour wore off after she'd had three miscarriages in eleven months. The last one resulted in the loss of her uterus. It didn't affect my love for her but it had begun to seem like that love was completely one sided, my side.

Tom was hired at the university after a tremendously successful coaching career at the high school, university, and pro levels. He's thirty eight and married to the beautiful Lois, a former model and Miss America contestant. They've got three sons and Lois works as a surgical nurse at the local hospital. He was hired as a line coach for a pro team when his best friend was hired as head coach. Tom said he had visions of winning a Super Bowl; instead the team went fifteen and one. He and his friend were fired and he was fortunate to land this job as a university head coach. He hired me as one of his assistant coaches after he watched my high school team totally destroy our opponent at championships. I didn't even know he was at the game until I got a call from him a few days later.

And that's how I came to be working alongside him as a university coach. We'd had a pretty good first season, not perfect but still good. Our second season was going pretty well, too. We'd won most of our games but it was the losses that bothered me, losses that bothered Tom also, and for the same reason. We'd lost games that we should never have lost, not even on a bad day, lost to teams that were not even close to our caliber. It spooked the entire coaching staff. Failures like that show a weakness that runs deep within the basic makeup of a team. There had been too many errors, too many penalties called on us in those games.

By the grace of god, we all managed to make the flight and it was after ten on a moonless night when we landed. Everyone was tired and glad to get to the hotel. It was there I was surprised to discover I'd be sharing my room with Tom. He usually shared with Horace Stephens, the offense coach. I got my key and went on to the room leaving Tom discussing game plans. We'd be practicing over the next two days for the game on Saturday. I took advantage of being alone in the room to shower and get in bed. Tom startled me awake when he came into the room like a herd of horses.

"Did I wake you, Scott? Sorry, it's sort of hard to come into a hotel room without turning on lights and making racket."

I sat up in bed.

"Don't worry about it, Tom. I fell asleep because there was nothing to watch on television. So tell me, what's up with us sharing a room? I thought you always shared with Horace."

Tom laughed. "I've had enough. Horace snores like a fucking freight train from the time he goes to sleep until he wakes up. I need some rest and I heard Ricky Bennett saying how you sleep like a little baby, not a sound."

"So what happened with Ricky? Don't tell me you put him with Horace."

"Nah, I put Archie Jones with Horace. I've roomed with him before and he snores as bad as Horace. We'll be lucky if between the two of them we don't get a noise complaint."

"I see. So you didn't set this up because you've suddenly decided you've gotta have my body."

"Fuck you, Baker," he laughed. "I'm gonna go grab a quick shower before I turn in."

"Good night."

I turned on my side facing the wall and pulled the covers up around my face. Soon the running water of his shower lulled me to sleep.

Something woke me in the middle of the night; I glanced at the bedside clock; 2:30 AM. The room was bathed in a faint light from the glaring lights of the parking lot. I lay in silence, trying to figure out what had awakened me. I heard movement and looked over at the bed next to me. Tom was lying naked in his bed, on his back with his legs spread apart. His hand was slowly jacking his cock as he masturbated quietly.

Almost instantly I felt my own erection growing and felt uncomfortable. I'd never in my life had sex with another man and had never felt the slightest inclination to do so. Sure, Tom was handsome and appealing in his own way but I'd never lusted after him, never masturbated thinking of him. So I was torn over what to do. Should I make noise and let him think I was waking up or should I just let this show go on? My voyeur spirit won out. I like watching porn and this was live porn. So I just laid there and watched my boss get his rocks off in the dark.

I decided Tom must have been at this for awhile because he was obviously edging. He'd bring himself to the point of orgasm, his breathing getting hard, and then he'd quit, squeeze his balls enough to lose his erection, and then he'd start all over again. He did this several times while I watched and I felt the dribble of my own precum wet in my shorts. I was careful not to betray my own mounting sexual excitement. 

In the faint light of the room I could tell Tom had some hair on his chest and stomach. He would run his hand gently over his chest as he teased and pinched his nipples. His pubic area seemed to have a lot of hair because he would play with it, twisting it in his fingers as he teased his cock. His cock seemed to be around seven inches hard, maybe longer because he could easily wrap both hands around it. He'd do that, forming a tube of sorts, and then use his legs and buttocks to lift his body to fuck his hands.

I heard his breathing suddenly become labored, the sound of impending orgasm, and all of a sudden his cock spurted forth his semen in six big shots, ropes of cum that slapped against his chest and stomach. I watched as he wiped cum drops from his body with his finger, then brought his finger to his mouth to eat his own cum. Finally, he grabbed his undershorts and cleaned himself with them. Within in a few minutes I heard the steady gentle breathing of sleeping.

I rolled onto my stomach and slipped the waistband of my undershorts beneath my balls. Then I pushed my erection into the bed. I fucked the bed with the gentlest movements and soon my own ejaculation spewed forth, wetting the bed beneath me. Then I was embarrassed, not wanting Tom to wake and see that I had masturbated moments after his own ejaculation. That would just seem too gay and would definitely compromise our relationship, such as it was. I just went back to sleep lying in my own cum.

Tom's voice woke me.

"Goddamn it, Horace, this is some fucking shit, ain't it? It's Thursday, for Christ's sake, and the goddamn game's on Saturday afternoon! We need the motherfucking practice time and it's raining like fucking Niagara Falls! I'm putting you in charge of finding an enclosed gym, anything where the boys can practice inside. Of course, with my goddamn luck it can't just be fucking raining; no, we've gotta have thunder and lightning like it's the end of the goddamn world!"

I watched him through barely open eyes as he yelled into the phone. Tom was sitting naked on the edge of the bed, waving his arms and gesturing wildly. Tom couldn't speak a simple greeting to someone without waving his hands or arms around. It was his body that fascinated me. I'd never seen him totally naked before, never seen him more scantily dressed than with a tee shirt and shorts with athletic socks and shoes. I couldn't stop myself from being mesmerized by his crotch, specifically by his pubic hair.

I'd heard the term 'fire crotch' before but I'd never seen one. Tom was sitting perched on the edge of his bed and as he gesticulated wildly his penis and balls swayed with each waving of his arms. His penis was around six inches in its flaccid state, thick with a dark pink circumcised mushroom tip. I felt my own cock begin to swell as I looked at Tom's. It was the pubes that amazed me. The hair on his head was a dark red, almost auburn, but his crotch hair was fiery red, nearly orange, long thick curls seemingly everywhere in his crotch. His forearms and legs were tanned with that almost burnt look that fair skinned people have but the rest of his body was pale. It was not sickly pale, the milky white that is almost repulsive, but just not fully tanned. I was right; he did have patches of dark red hair on his chest and stomach, the same dark red shade was on his legs. I openly stared at his crotch, still fascinated at its color. Most pubic hair I've seen is a few shades darker than what is on a person's head.

"I'm gonna hang around the room this morning, Scott. You're welcome to stay with me or go do your own thing. Just keep in touch every couple of hours. They don't have an enclosed stadium in this area and I guess you heard there's no going out in this monsoon."

"Yeah, I heard. I'm surprised I didn't hear the rain. I usually do."

"It's the hotel," he said. "There are six or seven floors above us and we have a balcony. That muffles the sound of the rain. Still, I guess you sleep deeper than I do. I heard a loud lightning strike and a big clap of thunder about an hour ago and it woke me right up. We're gonna lose this game, Scott."

Tom looked dejected and glum, looking at the floor.

"Well, might as well see what's on TV. Maybe it's on the weather channel or CNN or something so we can find out how long this thing is going to last."

He stood up and walked away from me, his muscular buttocks bouncing as he walked. I was struck with the instantaneous thought that he had an incredibly sexy ass.

Shit, where did that come from; I'd never looked at any other guy's naked ass and thought it was sexy. But his ass was beautiful; in fact I suddenly realized Tom Lewis was a hunk of a man. I could imagine him in bed fucking his wife. I groaned silently within myself. What the fuck was I thinking? Without a word I leaped from the bed and raced into the bathroom. I shaved, did my business on the toilet, and took a cold shower.

In the shower I grabbed my cock in my hand and had a quick jack off session, shooting my load on the shower wall. I consciously fantasized about fucking Ellen while I masturbated. Then I stood under the shower getting myself together. I also looked at my own body, measuring myself against Tom Lewis. He was a total stud, for sure, but I'm not exactly a dud. 

While Tom's around six five I'm six one. I've got dark brown hair, so dark people mistake it for black sometimes, with dark brown eyes to match. My skin tans easily and is a soft brown, probably from being second generation Greek on my mother's side. My father is mixed heritage with a father born in Exeter, England, and a mother born in Venice, Italy. My Mediterranean heritage won out in the gene pool and is pretty obvious to everyone. Like many with that legacy, I've got thick hair on the front of my torso, on my forearms and legs. My penis is about the same size as Tom's, only uncircumcised.

In the looks department I figure I'm okay. I was voted Homecoming King in my high school and I've never had any trouble attracting girls. In fact, I know I've also attracted a lot of guys, some of whom actually approached me, while most just look and move on. My response has always been a polite but firm no. I've never been one of those guys that feel they've got to stomp the ass of every gay guy that comes on to them. My mother's younger brother was gay and a really nice guy. I loved him a lot and had no idea he was gay until the day my mother told me he'd been murdered in a vicious hate crime. I was eleven and devastated. Mom and Dad both explained homosexuality to me, taking care to make sure I was put on a path of tolerance.

"Hey, you gonna take all day in there?" Tom yelled.

"I'll be out in a couple of minutes."

I had shampoo in my hair.

"No problem, dude. I just need to take a piss."

He was still naked and I watched through the glass shower door as his piss shot into the toilet bowl. He shook his cock and washed his hands at the sink as I left the shower. Tom didn't try to disguise looking at my naked body before he left the bathroom. I was not shy about my body and I guess I wanted him to see me naked, too, for him to know I have a good body just like his. I hadn't put all my feelings together yet but I did know I felt an almost electric charge in the air.

My wife and I had socialized with Tom and his wife several times within the university and athletic department events but never outside of them on a more personal basis. We'd never even been to each other's homes. I had to make sure of what I was reading, what I was feeling. Was he coming on to me and if so, why did I feel excitement over it? I'd masturbated twice within the last six hours. I certainly was not insanely horny and figured I could keep things under control.

I wrapped my towel around my waist and walked into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of my bed. Tom was sitting on his bed, reclining against the headboard, still naked, as he flipped through the channels with the remote control.

"There was a blip on the local news a few minutes ago. Two tornadoes touched down a few miles from here and it seems the rain's here to stay today. The weatherman said it should actually get worse in the afternoon and early evening with tornado watches on. There's still a chance of rain tomorrow and Saturday but he forecast that it should be scattered and less intense, probably no thunder and lightning. Horace called to say there's no chance of practice today in a facility so he's asked for a meeting room in the hotel to at least have the guys do some basic exercises."

"You gonna go down for the exercising? Would you like me to go for you?"

Tom shook his head no.

"Nah, Scott, let's just leave it to Horace and whoever else he chooses to help. I pissed those guys off enough yesterday and they're all mad with me, probably you, too. It's best to leave them to the P.E. exercise without us. They can vent and work off the negativity. Fucking hell, it doesn't matter anyway. We're going to lose this game; that is if it doesn't get rained out."

I looked at him as he stared at the floor. I'd never seen him so dejected, so down about anything.

"Come on, Tom, I know this game is important to a lot of people but it won't be the end of the world if we lose. It's bound to happen sometime. We can't beat them every year forever. We might as well get the loss over with so people can get their priorities straight."

"Oh, they've got their priorities set alright. Stan Lipton told me straight out that the future of my career with the university could depend on this game."

Shit. Lipton was president of the university booster club, a total prick, one of those guys who were incapable of making the team while they were in school, the kind that become sports fanatics and spend the rest of their lives telling coaches and players what they've done wrong and what they need to do to improve. Most of the sports nuts join the school booster clubs and I fucking hate 'em. Failed athletes are one of the worst plagues to the sports world, a sort of insidious cancer that eats away at athletic programs.

"Look, Tom, Lipton's a total dipshit. I've gotten to know a lot of these people, a lot of our boosters. I've yet to find one who likes Stan Lipton. I still can't figure out why he's the booster president since so many people despise him."

Tom sighed. "Stan's family's given the university over fifty million dollars in the last twenty years. That's why he can do whatever the hell he wants to do. Every time someone at the university decides they need something expensive they turn to Stan. He almost always pays for it, whether it's for athletics or academics. Hell, last year he bought a whole bunch of shit for the physics program, shit the trustees and everyone else with a brain in their head refused to spend funds for."




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I remembered it well. The physics program needed a bunch of equipment to update their labs and they wanted to add an astrophysics section. It caused a nasty uproar because the university physics program has the fewest students of any program, sometimes less than ten students in the advanced classes. They only have a few students that go beyond first year physics classes, the classes that are mandatory for many graduate programs like medicine or pharmacy. We all felt spending several million dollars to upgrade the program was a total waste. With so few students, we should just cut the program and let those interested in physics go to another university. Spend that department's money in other needy programs. 

"Don't sweat it so much, Tom. If the guys like Stan are going to call all the shots in the athletic department then I'd rather go somewhere else anyway. I'm not cut out to put up with all that bullshit."

"Well, you may get your wish, buddy."

Tom lay back on his bed on his back, putting his arms behind his head. I saw the same fiery red curls in his pits and my eyes devoured his naked body. We were quiet for awhile, watching an old black and white John Wayne western. Wayne looked like he was in his twenties. I felt water running down my back so I pulled my towel from around my waist to dry my hair.

"How often do you fuck your wife, Scott?"

"What?"

I was startled by the question. There's always a lot of sex talk in the locker rooms and guys are always talking a lot of sex bullshit among themselves but Tom had never mentioned sex to me before.

"It's just between us, Scott. I just need to talk some stuff out with someone I trust. I'm having some real problems with my wife Lois. So do you and Ellen fuck a lot?"

"Well, I don't know what you'd consider a lot but we usually fuck at least three, sometimes four times a week."

"Goddamn; that much? When do you find the time?"

He'd rolled onto his side, propping his head up with his hand. I couldn't fail to see how his dick fell to one side, the tip resting on the bed.

"I made a deal with Ellen. She likes sex and won't let me ignore her. Anyway, it's a good deal. I'm a real pussy hound and can't get enough. She's the best in bed I've ever had. We try to mix things up but we basically have a standing date to fuck on Monday nights, on Thursday nights, on Saturday nights, and sometimes Sunday nights."

"Wow. You lucky bastard."

"I take it you don't get it that regular?"

Tom snorted. "That regular? Hell, I'm lucky if I can even get near Lois's pussy twice a month. I stay so horny it's driving me crazy."

I laughed. "You still know how to contact Five Finger Rosie, don't you?"

He grinned and gave a moan.

"I wouldn't be surprised if my fingerprints haven't been worn away from all the masturbating I do. No, I'm fully familiar with Rosie but I'm not a kid anymore. I'm married; I live with a desirable woman. I want pussy, goddamn it and I want it regular. I like to fuck pussy, I like to eat pussy, I like to kiss it, to put my face in it, to put my fingers in it. I'm a pussy hound,too. I don't deny it. And Lois has just about cut me off."

I looked at his cock. It was partially erect, no longer hanging down onto the bed but now up on his leg.

"She tell you the reason why?"

"She's got a burr up her ass about the time I spend coaching. Shit, she knew I was a coach when she married me. Her dad's a retired coach, for Christ's sake. She grew up knowing the demands on a coach, particularly a head coach. I just don't get why she's busting my chops every damn day when she knows what's going on."

"After all these years? Man, you two have got three boys. When did she decide to lock up the goods?"

"While she was pregnant with Alan. At first I thought she just was being a bitch because she was pregnant. She's been like that with all three pregnancies, a total bitch. With all three she got weird, said she didn't want to lose the baby or hurt it from me fucking her. But at least she let me eat her pussy out with the first two and she'd suck my dick. Man, with the last one, though, she just cut me off completely and I've barely touched her since she found out she was pregnant with Alan. The bitch even moved in the guest bedroom."

"Ouch, that is bad. I'll be honest with you. If Ellen did that to me I'd file for divorce after about the first month of no pussy. I wouldn't take that kind of shit from her."

He looked at me and raised his eyebrows, maybe in surprise.

"Yeah, but you ain't got three sons, either. It'd kill me to lose those boys and she knows it."

We were silent for a few minutes, contemplating his situation. During that time I continued to look over his naked body hungrily. I could see a string of his precum hanging from his tiny cock slit, the string hanging down into what had become a wet spot on his bed. All this talk about pussy had made him horny. I looked up from his dick quickly to see him looking at my own cock with pure lust in his eyes. He actually wet his lips with his tongue. Suddenly his eyes met mine, no doubt in either of us that we'd each been looking at the other's penis.

I cleared my throat.

"You know, Tom, I'm kinda surprised that you haven't been fucking around on Lois. I can assure you in your same situation that's what I'd be doing. I know you're always getting hit on. I know because I see it happen. Hell, it happens to me a lot. Coaches attract a lot of women."

"Yeah," he said softly, "a lot of women. And some men, too."

His blue eyes bored into mine.

I nodded slowly and said softly, "True, so true. There're a lot of guys that would like to fuck a coach's ass."

Tom swallowed hard and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Our conversation had quieted to soft whispers, almost as if we were afraid someone in another room could hear what we were saying.

"Have you ever been with another guy?" he asked.

I could see where this was leading from the lust showing in his eyes.

"No, Tom, no I haven't. Never in my life."

"Fuck. Not even as a teenager? You mean you never jerked off with another guy?"

"No. Never. I mean, yeah, I had my chances but I just never took 'em. It always sorta repulsed me. Thinking about another guy's dick. I sure as hell was never going to touch one and for fuck's sake, another guy's never going to touch mine."

"Really?"

He looked surprised.

"Really. Plus, I'm married now. We both are."

This was hollow talk, as if I was pointing out we were married in an effort to stop my own racing hormones.

"Yeah, but you just said I should find some pussy on the side."

I didn't answer him.

"Fact of the matter is, I've really considered it. I've even considered doing it with another guy."

I thought about that one. He was laying it on the line.

"Have you ever done it with another guy, Tom?"

His eyes never left mine. He nodded.

"A few times."

I was stunned and it must have been obvious because he burst out laughing.

"What? You think I'm Dudley Do Right?"

I couldn't speak.

"Hey, it happens. The first time was when I was fourteen. I spent the night with a guy on the high school football team. In the middle of the night I woke up when he started sucking my dick. I ended up sucking him, too. He and I did each other several times while we were in school together and then when I was in college my roommate and I did the same thing several times."

"And now? You've been getting it off with guys since you married Lois?"

He shook his head no.

"No, I've never been unfaithful to her, never, but I've thought about it a thousand times. God knows I've thought about strangling her to death, I've considered just going into her bedroom and raping her but I've never done it. You know I'd never do that kind of thing but it drives me crazy to have pussy so close to me and I can't even touch it. I tell you, Scott, I think I fucking hate Lois. I fucking hate her for doing this to me."

The shrill ring of the telephone interrupted our sex talk and I felt a sense of relief. Tom grabbed the phone.

"What? What? I told you what the fuck to do, Horace! No, goddamn it! Don't you dare come to my room! If you can't manage to put the guys through exercises on your own then you can just pack your shit and go home. And pack your office shit when you get there, too, because you're fired."

Tom was standing now, his back to me. I could hear Horace on the other end of the line, back tracking whatever he'd said to Tom. We all knew Tom's limits and Horace had passed them. He was short tempered with incompetence and had fired a couple of assistant coaches since he'd become head coach. While he listened to whatever Horace was saying I looked at Tom's back, at his ass. The muscles in his back were a reflection of all the weight lifting he did, the same for his tight ass. I saw the faint soft down of red hairs on his ass, the way it thickened as it entered his crack.

"All right, Horace," he said, exasperated. "Of course, I know we're in a fucking monsoon! Don't you think I've got goddamn motherfucking eyes and ears? There are windows in my room, too, or do you think I'm in some kind of fucking closet? Just get it done! And leave me the fuck alone!"

Tom slammed the phone into its base so hard he knocked it to the floor. He bent over to pick it up, cursing, and his ass crack opened, revealing his wrinkled pink anus, tight and surrounded by thick red hairs. His crack was like a hairy pussy.

"That fucking idiot!" he screamed. "I just can't believe I ever hired that fucking moron! He couldn't find his asshole with both fucking hands and a guide dog!"

I sat up.

"It's okay, Tom, I'll go down and take care of it."

He turned and put his hand on my shoulder, grabbing me hard.

"No! No the fuck you won't! You're gonna stay right here with me in this room! I'm sick and tired of you carrying the other coaches. If we lose this game, I'm gonna fire every goddamn one of them. You and I will be hiring some replacements."

I felt his hand loosen its tight grip on my shoulder. He was standing right in front of me, his penis only a couple of inches from my face. I swallowed and breathed hard. Tom flinched.

"Goddamn," he whispered. "Your hot breath feels like heaven on my cock."

In a millisecond his cock was standing fully erect in front of my eyes, hard as a rock. He put his hand on my head, his fingers playing with my hair, pushing my face toward his dick.

"Come on, Scott," he whispered. "Come on. I know you want it. I know you want this big cock. Suck it."

His voice telling me to suck his dick pulled me out of my trance and I pulled back away from him.

"I'm married," I croaked.

"So am I."

He grabbed my head and pulled it hard into his crotch. My face was pressed against his erection, my nose in that fiery mass of red curls. Tom humped his cock against my face, fucking my cheek. I could smell soap and I could feel the incredible heat of his cock, feel the thick vein that pulsed down the side of it. I felt hot wet liquid on my forehead and I knew it was his precum. Suddenly I just snapped. I pushed him and jumped up, tackling Tom and throwing him onto his bed. He fought me at first but I landed as I'd planned with my face in his crotch and I sucked his cock into my mouth, my lips surrounding his hot flesh hungrily. We could both hear the sounds of my sucking him, the sounds of me greedily gulping down my first cock.

Tom just collapsed, no longer fighting, mewling like a kitten. Within a few seconds he began to groan and jerk in a spasm of muscular flexing. His cock throbbed and suddenly I felt the blasts of his cum hitting the back of my mouth. It was salty, bitter, and thick. At first I didn't swallow it; I let it pool in my mouth, surrounding his cock with his own cum, but then it was too much and I began to swallow it. I couldn't believe I liked the taste of Tom's cum.

I opened my eyes to see him watching me as I sucked him. At last he'd shot it all out and he was losing his erection. His cock was soft in my mouth, yet I still sucked it. Then he grabbed me and pulled me up so I lay next to him, my face next to his. He pressed his lips to mine and I accepted his tongue in my mouth, starving for him. We kissed for what seemed like forever and then his lips left mine and traveled to my neck, to my earlobes, and then down to my nipples. He sucked each one, biting them gently. My cock had swelled to its maximum size and I felt my cum boiling in my balls.

"I'm gonna cum," I whimpered.

"Good," Tom whispered.

All of my muscles contracted and my cock erupted with a passionate force like it hadn't since my first orgasm. Cum shot forth like white liquid rockets, spurting ropes of thick white semen all over me; the first shot hit my chin. Tom laid beside me, watching me ejaculate all over myself. I felt like I was in the throes of an epileptic seizure and then it finally ended, leaving me weak and spent.

"Goddamn, that was sexy, Scott."

Tom leaned over me and began to lick my cum from my body. He started with my chin and then slowly worked his way down my torso, not missing a drop of my seed. Finally he was at my cock, where he licked and chewed my cum out of my pubes before taking my soft cock in his mouth to clean it entirely of my juices.

"My god, Tom, that feels so good."

"You ain't seen nothing yet," he smirked, laughing softly.

He was between my legs then, his face in my crotch, licking and sucking my balls before licking down my perineum, tantalizing my taint. He grabbed my legs with his strong hands and pushed them into the air, spread wide, and I felt his hot tongue licking and probing my asshole. I began to moan, my breath short. I'd never in my life experienced such a sexual sensation. No one else had ever touched my asshole in a sexual way. After maybe twenty minutes my anus had completely relaxed, Tom's tongue probing deep. I'd just laid back and let him eat my ass out until there was no resistance to his probing.

He looked up at me and grinned.

"Now the fun begins,' he laughed softly.

He wet his fingers in his mouth and I felt one push inside my asshole, then another, then a third. Tom has big hands and I felt momentary discomfort as his fingers began to twist inside me, to pull against the sphincter muscle, forcing it open. One of his fingers hit my prostate and I jerked, thrusting my ass into the air, another erection hard and ready to go. Tom pulled my ass back down to the bed, using his fingers in my ass.

"Not yet, baby," he whispered. "You keep that next ejaculation for when I'm fucking you, when my big cock is hammering your ass."

I was lost in a mad craze of emotions, still in shock over having sex with another man, fighting to keep Ellen out of my mind, to focus only on Tom. There was the revelation that I realized I probably had desired him since I first saw him. The realization was a massive blow to my psyche but I knew I couldn't deny it to myself. Whether I'd known it subconsciously or not all along, it was clear to me that Tom and I had been almost flirting with each other from the start, him more openly than I. He'd been teasing me for all these months, leading me to this, through spring training, the long hot summer, this season.

Tom reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. He grinned devilishly.

"Golly gee, Coach Lewis, you sure think ahead, don't you?"

He laughed. "A good Boy Scout is always prepared."

Tom put jelly on his cock as I watched, then I felt it when he inserted a slippery finger into my hole, probing deep and spreading the KY. His finger rubbed my prostate and my cock swelled. He leaned forward and slapped his cock hard against my balls. I looked into his deep blue eyes as he put the head of his cock at the entrance to my ass. I felt the spongy softness of the mushroom head pushing gently against the hole. Tom pushed his cock so the head slowly began to slip into my opening. His fingers had probed and been inside me but the head of his cock seemed larger; it felt huge to me.

He leaned forward and kissed my lips, balancing himself with his hands on my chest, his fingers twirling the dark curls of hair. With the lean forward his cock pushed deeper and I felt my ass as it opened wide for him as more and more of his hard rod entered me. I could almost hear the sound as his wide mushroom head popped past the sphincter muscle and suddenly I wanted all of him inside me. I was insane with the desire for him to fuck me. I pushed my ass against his dick and more of him entered me. Tom lifted my legs above his shoulders, spreading my ass wide and open. He leaned against my legs, pushing them against my chest and gave one final push with his cock. I felt his pubic hair against my ass and his long ball sac hanging warm against my ass, his two nuts moving slowly. He had every inch of his cock inside me.

He leaned into my face and kissed me.

"You okay?" he whispered.

"Yeah," I moaned. "Fuck me, Tom, fuck my ass with that monster cock of yours.

He began to rock back and forth, slowly fucking me, his cock sliding in and out of me, getting faster each time. He pulled completely out and then slammed into me again. I was in ecstasy, pulling at him, wanting to keep that cock inside me.

"God, you are fantastic, Tom. I can't believe this. Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

He collapsed into me pushing my legs further into my chest. My feet were now above my head, almost touching the headboard and I was bent like a hairpin. Tom put his face in my neck and kissed my neck, biting me gently.

"I've wanted to fuck you for a long time now, Scott. I set up this room arrangement because I couldn't take it anymore. I've been lusting after you for too long."

I kissed his face gently. "Well, you've got me now. My ass is yours, my cock is yours. Just keep on fucking me."

He bit my lip and started to fuck me passionately, nice and long hard strokes, pulling all the way out and slamming all the way in again, his balls slapping against my ass with every stroke, the sounds increasing the sexual intensity and experience. I'd never enjoyed the sexual act more than at that moment in time.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck," Tom moaned.

His muscles tensed and I knew his orgasm was ready to explode. Tom went to pull out of me and I grabbed him hard, pulling him to me.

"Fuck me, Tom, shoot your cum in me. I want your cum," I begged.

He arched his back and his body froze, his muscles all flexed and bulging, as if he was lifting heavy weights. He withdrew his cock all the way one last time and then jack hammered into me, impaling himself in me with his pubes pressed tight against my ass. I felt his cock jerking and throbbing as he ejaculated his hot semen into my ass. My entire body felt like it was glowing and I knew in that instant what my wife felt when I fucked her, what all women must feel when a man shoots his seed into her. After he'd cum he began to fuck me again, slow and deep, before his penis lost his erection. I felt him move as if to pull out of me.

"Please. Tom, leave your cock in me and just hold me. I don't want this to end."

He lifted his face from my neck and grinned mischievously.

"Am I that good?" he laughed.

"Better."

I kissed him with every ounce of passion within me.

We fell asleep in each other's arms while the rain poured and lashed against the windows as if we were in the midst of a hurricane. My last thought before I fell asleep was how much pleasure I was feeling with his soft cock still buried in my ass.

When I awoke the bedside clock time was two fifteen in the afternoon but it was almost dark outside and the rain was still coming down, not like the monsoon earlier but still with enough force to be considered a heavy rain. I could hear the rumble of thunder and I knew it was still lightning somewhere near, even if I couldn't see it. I looked over at Tom lying face down naked beside me. He was sleeping so peacefully, his mouth slightly open like a little boy. I had an image of him as a child sleeping in his bed at home, content like this. I was free to just stare at his naked body.




Red



He was so beautiful to me, so in shape. His back was so muscled that his spine seemed to be in small furrow leading from his neck to his ass. I could see a scar on his left back just above his ass; it looked like he'd had surgery with several stitches, the scar maybe three inches long. It didn't mar his gorgeous body, only seemed to stand out like some kind of badge of honor. I hadn't noticed before that he had the very faintest down of tiny red hairs on his lower back just above his ass, tiny hairs that thickened and lengthened as they entered the split between his buttocks. The way he had one leg lying straight on the bed and the other bent at the knee, pulled to one side, opened his ass cheeks so I could see his most private area clearly. I slid down so I could just gaze on the little wrinkled pink hole hidden between his ass cheeks.

Tom stirred a bit when I moved and I felt his foot rest against my side as I lay between his legs. I was in love with the beauty of his asshole and I suddenly had to fight giggling when I realized how totally bizarre it was for me to be unable to conceive of the very idea of sex with a man yesterday and to be thinking a man's asshole was a thing of beauty today. I couldn't stand it any longer and I touched it lightly with my finger. It moved, flexed as it responded to my touch. I leaned in and licked it with my tongue. Tom moaned and began to wake up. I split his cheeks with my hands and began to kiss his ass, to lick, and chew on the hairs in his trough.

"Oh my god, you really know how to wake a guy up," he whimpered. 

I worked on his asshole for nearly half an hour, now totally in love with it. I had the insane thought that I could spend forever with my face buried in his ass. I pulled at his hole to widen it, pushed my fingers into it, probed it with my tongue, and in general, made love to it. Tom kept up an ongoing moan of satisfaction. His balls were on the bed directly below his ass and I sucked them. He finally pushed himself up on his knees a bit and announced he was cumming. I reached under him and seized his cock. I pulled it back toward me and slid my head underneath his raised crotch. Almost immediately he pushed his cock into my mouth and began to fuck it hard. I gagged when he thrust in the back of my mouth, pushing his cock down my throat. He stopped fucking and withdrew at once.

"Sorry, you gotta take it a little slower; give me a chance to adjust, Tom."

His orgasm began and he fucked my mouth furiously. I held his hips to keep from strangling on his dick. He began to fuck fast and then his cum shot out. I didn't swallow it immediately; I wanted to savor it, and I discovered it tasted even better than before. I let him finish his orgasm and then cleaned his cock with my tongue before sliding back out from under his pelvis and pushing him flat on the bed again.

"It's my turn to fuck you," I said.

I lay down on top of his back, my cock pressed between his buttocks.

"God, that feels so good, Scott."

I reached for the KY jelly on the nightstand and put it down beside us on the bed. Then I began to kiss his body. His head turned sideways, I started with his lips and face and then buried my face in the sexy mane of red hair on his head, kissing it and chewing on it softly. I was completely hooked on his red hair like it was a drug. I nibbled on his earlobe, licked inside his ear, and then my lips traveled down his back after I left a little bite on his neck. I followed his spine to his ass but passed it with only a quick kiss to each cheek as I traveled down his legs, kissing and licking the back of his knees. I gently rubbed the thick red curls on his legs and finally arrived at his feet. For an athlete, his feet were soft and smooth, almost feminine. I kissed the soles of each foot, licked between his toes before sucking them, and made love to his feet.

Tom was humping the bed, begging me to fuck his ass, but I travelled just as slowly back up his legs with my lips as I had going down to his feet. He'd pushed his ass up slightly and used both hands to pull it open wide for me. The hole winked at me and I attacked it with my mouth again. Tom was trembling by the time I sat up and put KY on my cock. His ass was so wet from my saliva the hairs were plastered to his skin, his hole splayed open wide, and I squirted a small amount of KY in the hole before pushing three fingers into him at once.

Tom began to grunt like he was having another orgasm and I covered him with my body as I pushed my cock into his hot man pussy. Tom's asshole allowed my cock to enter much easier than mine had allowed his in me and I immediately knew Tom had prior experience getting ass fucked. I moved slowly, not wanting to hurt him, but suddenly he lifted his ass and pushed back, totally impaling himself on my dick. Then he moved forward pulling off and pushed back again almost instantly, fucking himself on my cock. I collapsed on his back and began to fuck his ass in earnest, pounding away, my nuts swinging wildly with each thrust before slapping his ass hard. I'd never felt so great while fucking anyone else.

Tom started jerking underneath me and I felt his anus close tight like a vise around my cock.

"I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming."

He sounded almost like he was ready to cry.

His tightening asshole was all I need to finish me off and my cum began to shoot in his ass like hot lava erupting. We continued to make love for maybe an hour longer before falling off to sleep again, naked in each other's arms, his face pressed to my chest. We woke again when the shrill ring of the telephone blasted us awake. Tom sat up instantly to answer the call. I lay quiet, looking at his back.

"Yeah, Ricky, it doesn't sound good does it? Did they say when they'll call it for certain? Shit, to come all this way and not get to play."

He looked at me and winked, then squeezed my flaccid cock, still listening to Ricky Bennett.

"Nah, you guys go ahead and get dinner without us tonight. I've been sitting in the room watching television and working on plays. Scott ate something on the plane that made him sick and he's been throwing up all day."

He laughed. "Yeah, that's right; you can tell them Coach Lewis is playing nurse to Coach Baker. The worthless bastards; I can't believe Horace let them get away with only a half hour of P.E. You guys better enjoy this because when we get back home, there's gonna be some asses run off on the field."

He hung up and lay back on the bed beside me grinning. Then he leaned over and kissed me, our tongues fighting each other. Finally, he put his head on my chest and curled up next to me.

"The game's probably going to be called off but they're not sure. All this storming is because three more tornadoes tore through today. Some idiot thinks Saturday will be okay, that we'll still be able to play."

He licked my nipple.

"Truth is, I don't really give a shit. I hope they do cancel the game and you and I'll stay behind so you can recover."

He looked up at me and grinned.

"We could fuck all weekend. Does that sound like a game plan to you?"

I ran my hand through his beautiful red hair and smiled.

"I think you make the best plans of any coach I've ever worked under."

He grabbed my cock in his hand.

"You about ready to get under me again?"

I was certain of one thing. Tom Lewis had shown me what I'd missed all these years and I didn't want to miss it anymore.



Red



The girl; that was wrong, she wasn't a little girl anymore. In fact it had been a few years since she got the monthly reminder that she was no longer a girl. The young woman was a very easy going, loving, and trusting soul. She helped her neighbors, watched the young children, and even spent time with the sick. She not only known for her loving personality, but also for her hair; dark, red, flaming hair.

Red was her favorite color. She always wore something red. She had red shoes for dancing. A red blouse for festive occasions. She had even hidden a red dress in her closet. The dress would have raised too many eyebrows in town, but she had plans to wear it very soon. Nevertheless, the article of clothing that everyone saw her in was the red handkerchief that she wore everywhere. Her love for the color red and her lovely hair had earned her the name Red. An appropriate, if not uninventive name.

One day Red was asked, by some of the townsfolk, to visit an elderly woman who lived on the other side of the forest. They had not seen the old woman for a few weeks and they were worried. Red packed her basket with fruits, breads, and herbs for the old woman. Then on a whim she grabbed two bottles of wine and the red dress. Red hurried to the path into the forest.

The forest was lovely this early fall day. The leaves had just started to turn and the air was warm with just a hint of a chill. On a impulse Red decided to take a swim. She knew of a naturally heated pool just off the main path. All the villagers stayed away from it, complaining that it was cursed. It was too delightful a day to worry about such things. Red found the pool. Its water was clear and blue. The bottom of the pool was a sandy bottom with no large rocks. Laughing about the superstitions of her fellow villagers; Red removed all of her clothes and entered the pool.

Red laid back in the pool and relaxed in the warm water. She closed her eyes and began to drift off into sleep. In her dreams she saw a wolf running through the forest and in the valleys. The wolf was a large grey, beautiful creature. It ran without a care and seemed to enjoy the freedom of running. In her dreams she saw the wolf run up to the pool where she was relaxing and lay down at the edge of the warm water. She wasn't afraid in her dreams. In the dream she swam up to the wolf and stroked its thick fur. She began to stir. She didn't want to wake up, it was such a pleasant dream, but she had to see the old woman.

She opened her eyes and let out a small cry. At the edge of the pool was a man. He was sitting near a small fire. He was watching her. Red tried to cover up, but it was no use. He had plenty of time to already study her naked body. After Red's initial panic. She stopped and studied the man. He was not a local and looked slightly exotic. His hair was dark brown and long. Red noticed his eyes were a dark hazel, with a slight yellow tint to them. Then she noticed that he was not wearing any clothing. Red blushed. She had been so busy trying to cover her body. That she had not noticed his nakedness.

"I wanted to take a swim," He said with a slight smile. "But I thought that interrupting your dreams would be rude."

The man turned toward the fire. Red took the opportunity to get out of the pool and put some clothes on. She reached for her clothing. They were gone. Quickly she took out the red dress and put that on. Red for a moment thought about just grabbing her basket and leaving, but she looked at the man again. He was sveltely muscled. He hummed to himself as he stirred the coals in the fire. Red looked at the sky. She had plenty of time to make it to the old woman and back home before dark. She picked up her basket and walked over to the man.

When he saw her walk over, he took a fur cloak that was laying next to the fire and covered his lap with it. She sat by the fire. He smiled.

"Thank you," Red said.

"For what?" The man asked with that charming smile.

"For being a gentleman." Red explained. "My name is Red."

"Mine's Hemming." He reached for her hand and took it. Hemming kissed it. "I didn't expect to find a beautiful woman relaxing in my favorite pool."

Red reached in her basket and took out a bottle of wine. "Would you like some?" she asked.

Hemming nodded. Red felt so at ease with him. Hemming told her that he lived in the woods. Red was surprised, most of the people that lived in the woods came to the village occasionally, but she had never seen Hemming. When she asked him why, he changed the subject.

"Where are you going? With that basket?" Hemming asked.

"I'm going to Gramma Boyd's. No one has seen her for a few days and they asked me to look on on her." Red explained. "She lives on the other side of the woods."

"I know the place." Hemming said.

Red still hadn't handed him the bottle of wine, and she hadn't taken a drink herself. She was a little embarrassed, and she hadn't brought any glasses. Hemming noticed her dilemma.

"There is nothing to put the wine in." Hemming said. "Except . . . "

"Except what?" Red asked.

"Well, I have an idea, but we just met, and it would not be chivalrous of me." Hemming said.

Red was curious. "Tell me." She said.

Hemming took a large sip of the wine. He then leaned toward Red. She did not know what he was going to do. Hemming pressed his lips against hers. Red was a little surprised but curious too. She parted her lips to kiss him back. Hemming opened his mouth slightly. He had not swallowed the wine. The wine rushed into her mouth with his tongue. She kissed him back drinking some wine. He left her lips to sip some more of the wine.

Red was excited. Hemming was handsome. She didn't protest or stop him from kissing her again. Hemming gently pushed her back, so she lay on the ground. He sipped more of the wine and she drank from his mouth again. His hand began to caress her legs. Red sighed when Hemming paused his kissing.

She was enjoying his caresses. Hemming slowly slid her dress up her legs. Red did not stop him, instead she opened her legs slightly. He smiled. He leaned forward and kissed her thigh. Red was surprised, she couldn't believe that she was doing this. Hemming kissed her thigh again. Red moved her hips up toward his lips. Hemming lifted his head to sip some more wine.

He quickly moved Red's legs apart and placed his lips between her legs. She felt the wine dribble down her inner thigh. He kissed her inner thighs. Red opened her legs wider. Hemming reached for the bottle of wine. He poured the wine over the hair between her legs. His mouth followed licking and drinking the wine as it flowed down.

Red moaned and gasped. She reached down and began to run her fingers through his hair. He did not stop with the licking and the small kisses. Red's hips began to move. Hemming continued with pleasuring her with his tongue. Red could not believe she was doing this. She had never been with a man. Red felt a shudder start deep inside her. She did not hold back the moans that began to build up.

Hemming lifted his head up. He was smiling. Red was breathless. Hemming gently pulled down her dress. He didn't say a word. Red looked up at the sky through the canopy of leaves. She was not ashamed of what they had done, far from it. She was very satisfied.

"I should give you something." Hemming said, as pulled on his clothes. He paused and thought. "I know," Hemming reached for the wolf skin cloak and handed it to Red.

Red thanked him. Hemming looked at the sky. "Please be careful." He said quietly. "These woods can be dangerous."

She gathered her things and began to leave the pool. She turned around and Hemming was gone. Red shook her head. Maybe she had dreamed it all, but she still had the cloak. Red continued down the path. The day was becoming warmer, so she put the cloak in her basket.

Farther down the path she heard the sounds of an axe falling on trees. Red came to a man chopping wood in a small vale. He was the same build as Hemming. This man had black matted hair and a vacant stare. Red hurried on the path to avoid him, but he stood in the path and blocked her path.

"What are you doing here?" He asked slowly.

"I am on my way to deliver some food." Red said trying to step around the man. He blocked her with his axe.

"I'm hungry." He said.

"Sorry this is for someone else." Red said. She did not like this. He was beginning to frighten her.

"I want it." He said gruffly.

He reached for her basket. Red tried to move out of his way. The man grabbed her. He was still holding the axe with one hand, with the other he grabbed red's arm and held it tight. He threw her to the ground. The basket fell out of her hand and slid away from her.

The wood cutter looked down at Red and sneered. She tried to scoot away from him. He leapt on her and shoved her back to the ground. Red screamed. He grabbed the neckline of Red's dress and ripped it open. Red tried to push him away. He put the edge of the axe against Red's neck.

"You aint goin' any where," He said.

Red screamed again. He roughly covered her mouth with his grimy hand. Red kept screaming, though it was now muffed by the woodsman's coarse hand. He moved the axe away from her neck so he had one hand free. With that free hand he loosened his pants, exposing himself. He began to drool. Red started to cry.

There was a growl. The wood cutter stopped trying to push his member into Red. He looked over his shoulder. Suddenly he got off red and grabbed his axe again. Red looked where the man was looking. A large grey wolf, with his hair bristling, was growling at the wood cutter. Red stood up slowly, looking for a way to escape. The wolf leapt at the woodsman. He swung his axe at it.

The axe should have struck the wolf. The blade went right through the wolf like it was mist. The man yelled. He turned and ran away from the vale. Red was too frightened to move. The wolf looked at her for a moment. Then it turned and ran after the man.

Red tried to cover up. Her dress was in shreds. She grabbed the basket and ran down the path. All she wanted to do now was to get to the old woman's home. She was holding her dress up with one hand. Soon she gave up. It was difficult to hold the remains of the dress and run at the same time. Red collapsed on the path and cried.

The day had started so lovely. Then suddenly turned horrible. Red was thinking about giving up and going home. Yet she knew she couldn't. She had promised to check in on Grandma Boyd. Red lifted her head off the ground. The wolf skin cloak was laying on the ground next to the basket. Red got up and wrapped the cloak around her shoulders.

She continued. Finally the old woman's house was in view. Red sighed a relieved sigh. She knocked on the door. "Grandma Boyd?" She called. "Are you in?"

The house was quiet. Red tried the door. It was barred. She looked around. Above the door was a strange swag of sticks. All the windows were close too. Red knocked on the door again. "Grandma Boyd!"

Inside a weak voice answered. "I can't come to the door. I'm too ill. Lift the latch on the doorframe."

Red felt along the doorframe and found the latch. The door creaked open. A rich smell of meat cooking filled the small house. Red placed the basket on the table and walked over to the stove. She checked the pot. It was a small roast, simmering in a rich broth.

"Why don't you have some?" Grandma Boyd tried to call to Red.

The roast did smell very good. Red reached for a fork. There was a growl. Red dropped the fork in surprise. She was sure the growl came from her cloak. Red covered the pot again. She decided to check in on the old woman.

Red found the Grandma Boyd's bed. The old woman was laying in a canopy bed. The curtains had been drawn close around the bed. Red moved a curtain to look at the old woman. It must have been the shadows. The old woman looked larger than Red remembered.

"Dear, I'm cold. Could you lay down beside me?" Grandma Boyd asked.

Red paused. Then she removed the cloak and laid down by the old woman. The first thing Red noticed was that the old woman's arms were very hairy. Red now was very scared. She was beginning to think that this was not Grandma Boyd. Red took the old woman's hand. It was callous and scarred. It was the woodcutter's hand.

"I have to go to the bathroom." Red said.

"Use the chamber pot." The other person said.

Red left the bed and quickly went to the kitchen. She was going to try to go to the backdoor and leave. She opened the door to the mud room. It was a horrible sight. There was Grandma Boyd's body hung up like a side of beef. Most of the flesh on her right thigh was missing. Red screamed. She turned around to run out the front door.

The woodsman was blocking Red's path. He had been the one in Grandma Boyd's bed. He grabbed Red's shoulders and pushed her into the kitchen. She felt a searing pain in her back as he pushed her against the stove. The woodsman reached for a butcher knife.

Red grabbed the pot on the stove and threw it at the man. The boiling both burned the man's face. The pan hit the man across the forehead. He stumbled back. Red tried to run for the door again. For the second time the man grabbed Red. This time he threw her on the table. Ripping off what was left of her dress.

"Let's finish what we started." He grinned.

Growling came from the bedroom. The woodsman stopped. Red could see the glowing yellow eyes in the shadows of the bedroom. The wolf jumped and attacked the woodman. The man fell off the table. Red grabbed the remains of her red dress and tried to find away out.

The large silver wolf had tore into the woodsman's neck. After it was finished with killing the man, the wolf turned its head toward Red. Red stopped, frightened. She was not sure what the large beast was going to do. It slowly walked over to her. Red backed up to the wall. The wolf nuzzled her hand. Red slowly petted the wolf's head.

It was strange. The wolf was there, but it felt like it wasn't. Her hand would briefly touch hair, but then fall through like it was a mist. The wolf suddenly turned and began to paw at the front door. Red walked over to the door to let the beast out. She opened the door and was surprised to see Hemming there.

Red flung herself in his arms. Hemming held her tight. The wolf stood by Hemming. Red cried. Today had been too much. Hemming gently pushed her back. Red was confused. The wolf stood up on its hind legs and laid its front paws on Hemming's chest. The wolf's body shimmered and then became transparent. It seemed to blend into Hemming's body. Red stepped back astonished.

Hemming held out his hand to Red. She took it. He tugged at her hand and lead her away from the cabin. "I'm sorry if you were hurt." He said.

Red shuddered. Hemming stopped and wrapped his arms around her. Red pressed herself against him for warmth. "What happened?" She asked.

He sighed. "She was my friend. I don't know who the man was, but he chased me out. He put some herbs above the threshold. I could not enter to save her. Until you came along. I wasn't sure how I would kill him."

Red looked at Hemming confused. He only smiled. "I think you forgot some clothes by the pool."

They walked to the pool. There were Red's clothes laying by a tree. She walked over to put them on. Hemming jumped in the water. He began to splash around and play in the water. Red looked down at her body. She was covered with dirt and blood. Hemming paused in the water and watched her. Red slid into the pool.

Hemming swam up to her and then behind her. He cupped his hands and lifted some water out of the pool. The water flowed over her body. He repeated the gesture. This time he cupped her breast. Red looked over her shoulder at Hemming. He ran his hands down her sides. Red shuddered, her breath in a deep sigh.

He began to kiss her neck. Red at first was confused. Everything that had happened today, she thought his attention was inappropriate. But yet her body wanted more of his touch. He began to massage her breasts, while his lips traveled up and down her neck. She reached up and stroked his face with her finger tips. Hemming softly growled in her ear.

Red felt him becoming hard. She tried to turn around to face him. Hemming held her hips so she couldn't. One of his hands slid down to between her legs, the other played with her nipples. Red's body was building with pleasure. Hemming's lips traveled to the other side of her neck. She felt his teeth drag across her neck. The slight pain was arousing.

She looked down at his hands. They looked hairier. She tried to turn around again. "No, " Hemming said, "Don't look at me now."

His hands slid to her hips. Red instinctively leaned forward. Hemming slowly slid inside her. She hadn't told Hemming she was a virgin, but he seemed to know. He took his time. Red gasped with a slight pain. Hemming was slow and careful. Red moved her hands to his, to help her keep her balance. He hands did feel hairier. She ignored it. She was feeling waves of pleasure.

Hemming growled again. Red began to moan. His trusts became harder and faster. Red's moans were becoming louder. One of Hemming's hand grabbed her breast. His fingernails dug into her flesh. The pain was secondary to Red. She was already feeling waves of pleasure washing over her body. Hemming's thrust a few more times. Each one deeper than the one before. One last thrust nearly knocked Red down into the water.

Red reached up to take his hand that was on her breast. It was hairier. She looked down. Hemming's hand was covered in a fine silver fur. His nails were thick and claw like. Red turned slowly around. Hemming did not look the same as he had before. His whole body was covered in the same fur. His face looked more canine like. Red gasped.

"Don't be frightened." Hemming said to her. "Look at yourself."

Red looked down at her reflection in the still pool. She was covered in the same fur. "How did this happen?" She asked Hemming.

"When you bath in these waters, you become a creature of the forests." Hemming said. "I know the villagers think it is a curse. I've always considered it a blessing."

He held his hand out to Red again. "Come with me." He asked. Red paused. Then smiling she took his hand.

The villagers never knew what became of Red. Grandma Boyd's body was found, along with the woodcutters. The men of the village agreed that it was too terrible to share with the rest of the village. So a wolf was blamed. But, they were quick to point out, not the two silver ones that raced past the village in early mornings. Playing in the first rays of the sun.



Red



My Favourite 

Like most men, I love the colour red. Not the hair colour of course. Then again, that's ginger or to be polite, strawberry blond. But in every other sense I love red. My favourite sports teams wear red and I drive a red car. However, most importantly, I love my women in red. Red dresses, red coats and red shoes. Not necessarily all at once... I'm not totally crazy. 

My second great passion is feet. Women's... that is. Preferably manicured, but I'm not going to turn my nose up at seeing the odd callus or patch of dry skin. But it is a big gripe of mine that most women don't give a second thought to their feet. Women in general think that painting their toe nails is more than enough podiatry care. I do try to educate them. In fact I see it as my mission to get them to appreciate their feet as much as I do. 

So, after my rant you would probably expect me to be a podiatrist or chiropodist. But unfortunately I didn't receive a university education. But I did the next best thing podiatry care. I own a shoe shop. Naturally I called it after my favourite colour... Red. 

It's Friday, my favourite day of the week. Reason? Linda Sterling. She is a wide fitting size ten, and loves a six inch stiletto heel. Her Caribbean accent sings to me which causes my heart to dance. I'm madly in love but can't declare it because... Linda is engaged. Some lucky fucker got there before me. It doesn't stop the chemistry between us though. The fact she comes at five fifteen every Friday evening is not just a sign that I have a great selection of shoes, but also a sign she likes my hands-on approach. 

It was five fifteen and as I expected, Linda's stepped into my shop. It was clear Linda believed in the power of her mile long legs. Every visit she would wear a new formal outfit, but whatever she wore always finished an inch or three above her knee. "You look beautiful as ever, Linda." 

"Thank you." Linda air kissed both my cheeks. I never quite understood that European tradition. My Italian family members do it, but I would much prefer a kiss on the lips... especially by Linda. I mean, air kissing feels like daylight robbery. 

"I bet you don't kiss your fiancée like that, Linda." 

"That's more than he's getting at the moment." 

I sensed an opportunity to dig. "Not happy?" 

"I wouldn't say that." 

My shop is a hotbed of gossip. I'm sure most of my clients come in here just to bitch about their other halves. The women talk to me as if they have known me all their lives. I have always thought I should have been gay. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. But I do get along with women extremely well, and they tend to treat me more like a woman than a man. I don't know why. Maybe it's because they think I'm harmless and not a sex pest... if only they had access to my dirty mind... or my hard drive for that matter. 

Linda is the easiest to get gossip from. She has a few issues in her relationship with Jake. Actually, I'm sure he is just leading her on. Guiding Linda to my two seater couch which sat opposite my counter, I sat her down. "What's Jake done now?"  

"He's angry with me. Tells me I'm possessive." 

"Why?" 

"I'm not a ball and chain, I let him go out with his boys. He goes out every week with them." 

"He wants more freedom?" 

"Yes" Linda leaned back on my scarlet couch, then crossed her long brown pins. My eyes followed the hem of her dress which rode high up her meaty thigh. As she talked her red platform heel bobbed in the air. "I said to Jake, Jake, you can go clubbin, but if you're not back by one, I'm locking that door." 

"Seems reasonable, he's far from twenty one." 

"You know what he said?" 

"Go on." 

Linda arched her neatly trimmed eyebrows. "I'll just go back to the slut's house then." 

"I hope you gave him hell." 

"I felt like punching him." Linda crossed her arms, then mumbled, "Anyway. He might moan, but he always comes home on time, or there abouts." 

"Good." 

"But there's more trouble on the horizon. He's thirty this year, and wants to go to Vegas." 

"You don't wanna go?" 

"Of course I would. But Jake ain't inviting me. He just wants to go with his boys." 

"Vegas is the city of sin." From a selfish point of view, this was a rich source entertainment for me. I'm obsessed with Linda. I know she likes me too, but unfortunately I have never known her to be single. Maybe, just maybe, that was about to change. "It's definitely a single man's holiday, Linda." 

"I know it is... I'm not stupid. That's why I have come to cheer myself up and buy myself a new pair of shoes." 

"That the best therapy around." 

"It sure is." 

Linda's misery is my main revenue stream. She single handily keeps my shop afloat. Slight exaggeration, but you get my drift. She has a good job, working in finance. Not completely sure what she does, but it must pay well because she has expensive taste. In many ways I feel fortunate to have a customer like her. 

Knowing Linda's taste I placed a selection of shoes in front of her. "So, did you put your foot down with Jake?" 

"Yes. Told him the only way he is going to Vegas is with me." 

"What did he say?" 

"He told me I should trust him enough to go on his own." 

I stepped back as Linda picked up a pair of red kitten heels. "Do you?" 

"I trust him, but not in Vegas." 

"I hear you. I mean, you don't go to Vegas for fresh air and robust walks, do you?" 

Linda slipped out of her shoes and my eyes lapped up the sight of her perfectly crafted brown feet. Her beige soles looked so soft and tender. She slipped her feet into the red kitten heels. Satisfied with the fit, she stood from the couch but stumbled over a shoe box then took a tumble. I dived and caught her from behind. But my hands somehow ended up on her tits. They felt more than a handful as I gave them a slight squeeze. 

But a sudden panic set in and I froze. Linda pushed her buxom bottom into me, causing my cock to spasm. She then slapped off my hands and stepped away. "Thanks for...Catching me." 

"Sorry." 

"It's not your fault... I'm so clumsy, I could fall over on a flat beach." 

"It could happen to anyone." I stooped down and picked up the box. "Especially when I leave such a mess lying around." 

Linda strutted up and down in front of the full length mirror. "Yes. I'll have these." 

"Great." 

"How much?" 

This is where the fun starts. "That's ninety bucks." 

"Not doing a loyalty card yet?" 

"You'll be glad to know I'm looking into it." 

"What about a mate rate?" Linda leaned across the counter, giving me an exquisite view of the dusky valley between her tits. She knew full well her cleavage was her chief negotiator. 

"The day my landlord starts offering me mate rates, then I'll consider it." 

Linda groaned like a frustrated school girl. "But I've been coming here longer than most. I practically live here." 

"I need to make a living, Linda." 

"Fine... I don't know what it will take for you to drop the price... I practically have to strip to get you to budge a damn cent." 

"I wish." 

"Get lost." 

I placed the receipt into the bag. "Look, I'll give you a free bag, how about that?" 

"Wow... I'll put it with the rest." Linda smiled and waved as she turned away. "See you next Friday." 

"Five fifteen?" 

"That predicable, huh?" 

"Yes. I set my clock by you." 

"Shit. I think I need to stop buying shoes... and concentrate on finding a life." 

I shouted as Linda opened the glass door to step out onto the street. "Good luck with Jake." 

"Thanks." 

Stocktaking 

It was Friday morning as Linda walked into the shop. I stepped around my service counter. "You're not due for a good few hours yet" It soon became evident that Linda looked stressed. "Are you OK?" 

"Not good. It's an emergency." 

"You don't have to ask to go to the bathroom... just open the window afterwards." 

"Tom... Please.'' 

"Sorry. Man joke." 

"I have a bladder that can hold back more water than the Hoover dam." Linda stared down at her red toe-peep shoes. She then pointed accusingly. "I was rushing to my car this morning and scuffed my shoe on a curb... almost sent me flying." 

"What are you like? You only bought them a month ago." 

"I'm going out with a client for lunch. I need something chic, yet formal." 

"Colour?" 

Linda placed her hand on her wide hips. "How long have you known me?" 

"Five years... do you want the numbers of days?" 

"You're such a cutie." Linda stroked my chin, sending me into a near paralysis. "Bring me everything you have in our favourite colour." 

My shop isn't big. Its thirty feet wide and less than fifty feet deep. I have fifty shoes on feature stands, and one hundred and fifty on racks. So you would not be surprised that even my loyal customers only spend ten minutes inside, and that's including the compulsory five minute chat. 

But Linda comes in and stays until I shut at six. That's a whole forty five minutes. My heart races when she is around, more so when we are alone in the shop. When it's just the two of us, I've often thought of kissing her sweet fulsome lips. But I lack the courage to do so. Linda must know it too. In fact I'm pretty certain she does... and plays on it. But I'm not complaining. 

In no time at all Linda was surrounded with red shoes. Parading up and down in front of my shoe mirror, she had set her heart on a simple closed toe red stiletto. I nodded. "Perfecto." 

"I know... Thanks to you and your amazing shop." 

"Thank my family back in Italy, you mean. Without them I wouldn't have the latest lines from Milan." 

Linda smiled into the mirror as she lifted one shoe off the carpet. "You shouldn't be so modest." 

I had barely closed the till when Linda thrust her old shoes into my chest. "Be a dear." 

"Yes?" 

"Please keep these for me, my client is waiting outside to pick me up, it wouldn't be professional for me leave my shoes in his car... I'll collect them on my next visit." 

I couldn't be happier. "Of course, Linda. Anything for you." 

The stockroom was lit only by the security light. In the shadows I held the red toe-peep shoe up to my nose. Never before have I been able to fully appreciate one of Linda's real shoes. 

I could still smell Linda's scent and feel her warmth still on the soft leather inner-sole. Stroking my cock, I pictured her scarlet toes. Brushing my tongue along the sole of the shoe I got the bitter taste of heaven, my heaven. And that was enough to send me over the edge. Spilling my sad lonely self over the cold concrete. In the past I've wanked while holding shoes Linda has briefly worn in my shop. In fact I've often thought of splashing the shoe as a tribute to her. But then reality calls. I'm a business man first... and pervert second. These babes sell for a hundred and forty bucks. 

Conflict of Interests. 

As promised Linda came to collect her shoes. I passed the box over the counter."There you go" 

"You've put them in a box?" 

"And repaired the scuff... free of cost." It was the least I could do because I had been wanking incessantly about them. "Please, take them." 

"No I insist... Tell me what I can do in return." 

"No no, it's fine. You just keep coming in here and spending your money." 

"Well, thank you very much." 

I smiled and tapped my fingers against my counter. "My pleasure." 

"You know... we could go out sometime." 

My heart exploded. "Yes." 

"On a double date, me and Jake and you and your partner." 

I hung my head and stared at my brown moccasins. "You know I'm a long term bachelor." 

"Sorry. You know... I've often wondered... how come you're not married, Tom? You're a good man." 

"I never recovered from a broken heart when I was twenty." 

"But that's like twen..." 

I glared at Linda. "Easy, Linda... fifteen years ago. I've had brief encounters since, obviously. But nothing serious." 

"Right. But still, you have to move on. Surely?" 

"I plan to, just need to find the right woman... What about you?" 

"Me?" 

"I mean, your relationship. You've been engaged for how long..?" 

"I know... five years." Linda glanced at the red carpet. "He gets angry every time I mention the wedding." 

"Oh." 

"I've just sort of accepted the fact we're together... I mean, a wedding is just a materialistic thing anyway. Never mind the expense." 

"Not a very womanly thing to say. I thought every girl dreamt of getting married. Plus they don't have to be super plush, anyway." I couldn't believe I was doing my best to marry off the woman I love. "Just a simple service can rubber stamp your relationship." 

"I'm not saying I didn't dream of marriage once. Of course I did." 

"Listen. I'm a man, and I know men would avoid marriage their whole life, if they could. You just need to put that beautiful foot down hard, and get him to make his commitment official." 

"You know what, Tom? You're right." 

I sighed. "I am." 

"I'm going to turn the screw on Jake tonight." 

"Talk about turning the screw. Did you manage to stop him going to Vegas with his friends?" 

"Yes... for now." 

I smiled and nodded. "Good." 

Saturdays were always an early start. The sun had barely lifted from the sleepy horizon when I pulled up the security shutters of the shop. A familiar voice rung in my ears. "Tom..." 

"Linda?" 

Lind looked shit as she stepped out of her car. Her eyeliner was strewn over her chocolate skin. "Sorry, Tom... I've been sat in the car waiting for you open." 

"Linda..? You look terrible, what's wrong?" 

"I didn't know where else to go." 

"Don't worry." My heart bled. I watched Linda while she rocked on the verge of the next set of tears. "Hang on. Let me open up. You can tell me over a morning coffee." 

In the stockroom, Linda sat on the old two seater that I had brought from home. I use it to sleep on when I have late night stock checks. Huddled around her steaming mug, she tearfully confessed, "I listened to what you said last night." 

"I'm sorry." 

"Jake told me he didn't love me enough to get married." 

"What an idiot." 

"We then fought, destroying half the furniture." 

My shoulders slumped as I felt guilty. "I bet that's the last time you listen to my advice." 

"The worst thing, though... The bastard didn't even seem too bothered when I kicked him out." 

"How is that even possible? You're the most beautiful creature to walk this planet." 

"Be quiet..." Linda raised a faint smile. "What are you on about?" 

"The man is a fool." 

Linda kicked her feet up and down in frustration, then wailed like an upset teenager. "Oh, Tom. What have I done?" 

"Now, now." 

"I've ruined everything." 

"No you haven't." I sat beside Linda and could smell the alcohol on her clothes. "Now you just have to wait." 

"Huh?" 

"If he loves you, he'll realise his mistake and come running back." 

Linda rested her head on my shoulder. I suddenly felt my cock swell. "I'm so tired." 

"Just go home and sleep off your woes. I'm sure you'll feel better when you wake up." 

"But I don't want to go back to my empty house." 

"Parents.. relatives, friends?" Fucking hell, here I am doing my best to ruin my chances of getting some sympathy sex. I really need to learn to shut up. 

"No. I don't want to be bombarded with questions." 

I thankfully got my act together. "You can sleep in here. I'll put the heating on, and warm the place up. When you wake up you can think with a clear head." 

"That would be great." Linda turned to face me, then wrapped her arms around me. Her tits were smothering me, and I just about managed to hold back from giving her tits a lick from my tongue. "It's sad... but you're my best friend, Tom." 

"I wouldn't call befriending me, sad." 

"But you sell me shoes... It's conflict of interest." 

"Hardly" 

"You're taking advantage, Tom." I felt ready to burst as she squeezed me tight and giggled. "I own more shoes than you." 

"I don't force you to buy any of my shoes." 

"I come here for you... Tom." Linda pecked me on the cheek. Despite the coffee, I winced as her breath smelled like a drinks cabinet. She then slumped back onto the couch. 

The door bell suddenly rang. 

"That must be a customer, Linda... I have to go." 

"Fine." Linda rested on the couch as I covered her with my tweed blanket. "Keep them away from my shoes, Tom. They're all mine." 

"I will." 

I felt extra special having Linda sleeping in my shop. The sordid possibilities seemed endless. Behind my counter I went about serving my customers with a smile. But my mind was swirled. It was elsewhere... in the stockroom with my sexy black woman. 

Under the lip of the counter sat my flat screen security monitor. Most days the screen is split on the three cameras that cover the shop floor, entrance and fire exit. But today I had the screen dedicated to the stockroom. I manipulated the camera so it focused on my ethnic Barbie. Despite feeling guilty that I was invading Linda's privacy, the thrill excited me. 

The electric heater must have heated the stockroom nicely as Linda had peeled back the blanket. Suddenly she spread her legs... I couldn't believe my luck. Toggling the joystick, I zoomed in on her nylon covered crotch. The HD camera could pick up the different textures including the panty liner under her knickers. I felt in need of wank. But my shop was full of customers. 

Gift wrapping a pair of shoes I noticed movement on the screen. Linda pulled her top over her head and let tits hang in her flimsy bra. I took the money from the customer then sat back down. Linda's coffee tits rested like small hillocks on a flat plane. I watched in awe as they gently raised and sank due to her rhythmic breathing. Fuck me... 

Lunch hour arrived and I closed the shop. I was looking forward to rubbing one out behind the counter, but I noticed on the monitor that Linda was awake and fully dressed. So I excitedly knocked on the door and entered. 

"Slept well, Linda?" 

"Yes thanks. I had to turn down the heater though." 

"Sorry... I think that thing is to blame for global warming... and my soaring energy bill. Anyway, how are you feeling? Better?" 

"No." Linda glanced down at her phone. "Jake is still ignoring my calls and texts." 

"Just leave it. Let him come to you." 

"I don't think he is. I saw on Facebook that he has checked into the airport." 

"Maybe he is just trying to cheer himself up." 

"According to his status update..." Linda bit her lip. "He's jetting to Vegas with his boys." 

"Bastard." 

Linda placed her hand on her stomach. "Tom. I'm hungry... I always feel hungry when I'm angry. But I have no change on me." 

"Don't worry." I opened my mini fridge and handed Linda a sandwich. "Salmon salad? I bought it this morning." 

"Don't you mind?" 

"I wouldn't be offering if I did." 

"It's over, Tom." Linda broke down while unwrapping the sandwich. "Nine years, over just like that." 

"You don't know it's truly over." 

"I bet he's shagging a dirty hooker right now." 

"Don't say that." 

"I know him well." 

I thought I should strike while Linda was at her lowest ebb. "So, where are you off to tonight, then?" 

"Trying to get rid of me already?" 

"No... No. I promise. Just thought, you know." 

"Janet, my best friend is on a month long honeymoon." 

I felt my luck had definitely turned positive. "Oh..." 

"And I really don't want to see my parents because they love Jake like a son. I know, one way or another, they will blame me" 

"If you don't want to be alone... Then stay with me." 

"I was hoping you would offer... Great." 

"Fucking awesome more like. I felt like dancing and wanking at the same time. "Yes... I'll look after you. In fact I'll treat you like a queen." 




Red



Nest building 

Back home Linda had unpacked and I could hear her in the guestroom drying her hair. I stepped into the bathroom where the air felt warm and moist. To my delight her panties were on the floor. I couldn't resist, and locked the door. 

I picked them off the damp tiles. They were just how I imagined, red laced and extremely delicate. I brought them to my face and inhaled her intimate perfume. They smelt heavy with a femininity that was in its prime. Holding the gusset to my face, I could see the faint outlines of her intimate signature. Bringing it closer I inhaled deeply, sending me into ecstasy. I opened my hand as if I could touch her, and brushed my fingers through the air as I dreamt of touching Linda's dark skin. 

Wanting Linda badly I unzipped my trousers and sunk my hand into my slacks. I picked up the pace while I stroked my tongue along the bitter gusset, giving myself a taste of what was surely to come. My senses drove me incessantly towards orgasm. I felt my knees buckle as I neared that orgasmic cliff. 

But my wanking was brought to premature finish by a knock the door, causing me to drop the knickers to the floor. "Yes?" 

"I'm awfully sorry for being so rude." 

"What for?" 

"I'm pretty sure I left some of my clothes on the floor." 

I glanced at her panties on the tiles, then tucked my cock back into my trousers. With impeccable timing I let out a small fart to add realism to my charade of using the toilet. "Eh, so you have." I flushed the chain and quickly washed my hands. 

Unlocking the door I stepped out and saw Linda with a towel wrapped around her wet hair, and one wrapped around her slender torso. Without makeup, she looked so naturally perfect, like an African tribal queen. "I didn't even notice your clothes... I'm so used to leaving mine all over the place... perils of bachelorism, hey." 

"I will keep this place looking spotless, I promise. It's just that I've got quite a bit on my mind obviously... makes me forgetful." 

"I know." 

"Thanks." 

I sniggered, and brushed my fingers along Linda's naked shoulder. "Honestly it's fine. No need to worry." 

"I won't be a burden. You need anything, just ask." Linda's nose came within a millimetre of mine as we passed on the landing. Her hazel eyes stared deep into mine. "I don't know how to thank you for your hospitality and support." 

"I won't ask for anything in return." 

"Surely you want... something." 

"A little something, maybe. But only when you're ready." 

"Sure." Linda leaned back on against the bathroom door. The towel appeared ready to fall from her naked bosom. "I'll pay my way. Don't worry." Her hand pushed on the door. "Off to bed, Tom?" 

"Yes? I've been sleepwalking for the past hour." 

"Me too." Linda walked back across the landing towards me, then pecked me on the cheek. "Thank you, and goodnight." I leaned forward in the hope of kissing her a second time, but she had already stepped back, and retreated to the bathroom. 

"Night." 

The next day we were both back in work. I usually loved being in my shop, but today I watched every minute of that bastard clock. Linda told me she should would be back home at seven sharp. As soon as it struck six, I locked up and raced back home. 

In the house, I head Linda nock on the door. It felt magical when I welcomed Linda home like the wife I wanted her to be. "How was your day?" 

"I was guest lecturing at a business school... So I've been on my feet all day." 

"In that case, sit down and I'll make you a drink." 

"No... you know what I would like instead?" 

"What's that?" 

Linda slumped on the red three seater which I had often dreamt about fucking her on. "Could you do me a favour and take off my shoes, I can't bend down... my back is aching." She sighed as she glanced down at her ample chest which was tightly packed under a thin ivory blouse. "That's the problem when you have big boobs. Back pains." 

"The positives outweigh the negatives... believe me." 

"Thanks." 

I dropped to one knee, as if I wanted to propose... I would have if Jake hadn't already lay claim to this wonderful woman. 

I was hoping, no, wishing that the bastard wouldn't come back. Words can't express how much I was enjoying Linda building her nest in my house. 

Keeping her thighs together, Linda lifted her long brown leg to my chest. She apologised as the red stiletto heel stabbed my chest. She had no need too, as my heart was already bleeding. My mouth dried while my heart pounded. My fingers delicately unbuckled the ankle strap, before I gently embraced the body of the blood-red open toe shoe. Slowly but surely, I caressed it off her gracious foot. The natural musty perfume of her feet filtered into my nose, stirring my senses and making my cock rigid as I brought the shoe free from Linda's foot. 

The dark skin on the top of her foot was smooth. In fact it looked polished like an antique table. It contrasted perfectly with the baby pinkness of her sole. 

"Tom." 

I had forgotten myself, and drifted away on a sea of Linda. 

"Tom." 

"Yes, Linda." 

"The right foot now... Please." 

My senses were crazed. As I carefully unbuckled the ankle strap, my mind was drowning in visions of her naked body wrapped around mine. I may as well have been making love to Linda as I slid the second shoe off her foot. Linda wiggled her toes. "It feels so good to be free from them damn heels." 

"I'll massage them." 

Suddenly I felt Linda's toe brush my nose. "You read my mind." 

"Thank God." 

"Jake hates my feet, and won't go near them." 

"Here." I reached for Linda's foot. "Let me start." 

My fingers wrapped around the bridge of Linda's foot, and my thumbs pushed up against the pale pink of her soft inner arch. I couldn't stop smiling as she let out a lustful groan. In fact I felt ready to burst while I was fulfilling a long held fantasy of mine. Her feet felt just how I imagined them to be. Warm and soft, her sweet fragrance carried a subtle hint of Italian leather. 

Linda's scarlet painted toe nails were boarded by healthy tanned nail beds. I pressed behind every tender toe, circling my thumbs around each and every mound. My mouth moistened with the thought of licking those cute and dainty toes. I wanted to taste them, but dared not take this any further... for now. 

She pulled her foot away from my hands then raised it to my face, gently resting her big toe on my quivering lip. "You're enjoying this a bit too much." 

"Is it so obvious?" 

Linda chuckled as she lifted her foot from my mouth. "Yes". She patted the cushion beside her. "Come sit. Let's talk about each other's day like married couple." 

"You seem happier today." 

"I am. I just feel glad that I have a definite end." 

"Closure I think they call it." I meekly added as I sat beside Linda. "What has brought you that conclusion?" 

"I've seen a few questionable photographs on Facebook. Jake is certainly enjoying himself." 

"I don't know why you torture yourself... looking at such things." 

"I cried at first. But like I said, after an hour I felt a huge burden had lifted." Linda leaned back onto couch. "I feel I'm ready to start thinking about moving on." 

"Good." 

"But maybe I should just forget about men altogether and join a nunnery." 

"You don't want to do that." 

"I don't know... sounds more appealing than having my heart broken again." 

I leaned over the arm of the couch and reached for a heavy paper bag. "I stopped on the way home and bought a load of second hand DVDs. I'll let you choose which film you want to watch tonight" 

"That's the second time you have read my mind." 

"There are a few takeaway menus inside too. Again, you choose." 

"No, we'll choose together." 

The living room smelt of Indian herbs and spices. Foil boxes littered my coffee table while a half empty bottle of red wine sat on the carpet to avoid blocking my sight of the widescreen. I hate chick flicks but I guessed Linda liked them so I had bought a handful... and I was right. We watched three on the bounce. I felt like I knew Hugh Grant like a brother. 

We sat slumped on opposite sides of couch, which was quite annoying. But suddenly she stretched out, then yawned in an exaggerated fashion. "Don't mind me using you as a pillow, Tom?" 

"Of course not." 

"Thought so." Linda smiled as she crawled between my legs, and rested her head on my chest. "You carry a bit more meat than Jake." 

I felt annoyed that she kept comparing me to Jake. But I suppose that's natural when you move from one relationship to another. "I do need to get down to the gym again." 

"No you don't... you're cuddly, just the way I like." 

I suddenly didn't mind watching chick flicks. Linda nuzzled her head against my solar plexus and contently watched the film. I felt we were as good as lovers. All that was missing was the sex... the fucking best thing. But how do I make that final step? One thing I do know, it's not fucking easy. Linda is a flirt, in a cute and playful way. But she most defiantly has me wrapped around her little finger. 

But I don't mind one iota. 

We spent the night on the couch. Linda woke me at the break of dawn with the smell of bacon and egg... she had made me a cooked breakfast... Surely sex must be on the cards now. 

In the shop I logged online to check my website for orders. A notification came through. I opened it and it was a message from Linda. It read, "Forgot to charge my phone this morning... but was too excited to wait and tell you tonight. I want you to be my 'plus one' at the work's Christmas party this weekend. I've already told them all about you. PLZ COME!! XX" 

Fuck me... Told her colleagues all about me? I'm defo in for a bit black ass. 

Being a trusting man I had given Linda my spare set of keys. It was about time I had given a girl a set other than my mother. When I arrived home, I was surprised to walk in to hear the sound of the vacuum cleaner. It felt good. I leaned against the door frame and watched Linda pushing the vacuum cleaner around the carpet. She remained oblivious to me while listening to her headphones. I enjoyed watching Linda swaying her hips while dressed in her tiny sweat shorts and tank top. A sense of pride overcame me, that this beautiful woman was making my home hers. My heart swelled with love. I couldn't ever imagine life without Linda. 

The same problem still remained though... where's the sex? 

Earlier that day I had been talking to an old school friend who had visited me in the shop. He warned me not to build my hopes up, and to be weary of women in Linda's situation. I did my best to listen to his warning about broken women seeking comfort blankets. More so when he told me that he reckons that as soon as Jake comes back, Linda will run back. Still, even if that did happen, at least I would have sleeped her by then... Wouldn't I? 

I better get a move on just in case Jake does return. 

I decided to wait until Linda's Christmas party when I can get her drunk. Not in a big way. Just enough so she can drop her guard a little, and then hopefully her panties will follow. Also, we can both use the excuse of being drunk in the morning. I now couldn't wait until the party on Friday, I was confident of sealing the deal. 

Tis, the season to be jolly... 

Walking towards the restaurant, Linda grabbed hold of my hand and led me inside. I felt a proud man and walked on air. Just as I had dreamt, Linda was wearing her hair down in long black waves, while wearing a tight fitting red dress with matching red stiletto heels. 

I could see by the look of Linda's male colleagues that they couldn't believe she was with me. I mean, I'm not a particularly ugly white guy, but she is at least two leagues above me. One by one she introduced me. But after the pleasantries were over we found ourselves in a corner alone. I made sure I kept Linda's glass topped up. It would be rude and foolish to let her glass run dry. Linda touched her lips with her forefinger while glancing at her glass. "I see you're doing your best to get me drunk, Tom." 

"No... Just making sure we find ourselves in the Christmas spirit, that's all." 

"About that... I'm looking forward to spending Christmas with you." 

"You're spending Christmas?" 

"If that's OK." 

"Couldn't be happier. But what about Jake?" 

"I've told you. He has moved on, and so have I." 

Linda reached over and pulled my novelty tie, which began to sing merry Christmas while Rudolph's nose flashed red. "We can make it an extra special Christmas." Linda leaned forward and rested her lips against mine. 

"I've spent too many Christmases alone." 

"Well, those days are over." 

We left early, and were soon in the back of a cab groping each other like a young love-drunk couple. The energy between us felt amazing. Our lips were hooked together like Velcro straps. My hand was up her dress and massaging her warm pussy through her panties. This was definitely my night, our night. 

We crashed through the front door of my house 

Linda laughed as she pulled away from me. I didn't want to stop and reached for her, but she stepped back. "Hey, don't stop." I felt tortured under her teasing gaze."What's wrong, Lin?" 

"Strip." 

"What?" 

"You heard." 

"We're going to do it together, right?" 

Linda folded her arms, then raised her voice. "I said... Strip!" 

"OK...OK." 

Linda's tone was unnerving. So I began unbuttoning my shirt. Seemingly impatient she stepped forward and unbuckled my belt before pulling it free. There was no courting or romance anymore. This felt like business, and Linda was the angry customer. Hooking her fingers into my boxer shorts, she yanked them down, leaving my cock hanging limply in the cold light of the room. Linda leaned forward and batted it with her hand, causing it to swell. She cracked a smile. "Ah, so there is life down there." 

"There was before... Just you scared it away." 

"Quiet." 

"Linda, what's wrong?" 

Linda picked up my belt, and raised as if to hit me. "Get on the floor." 

"OK... no need to..." 

"Stop dithering and do what I say..." Linda loomed over me, as I knelt onto the carpet to avoid getting whipped by my own belt. She placed her red heel in front of me. "Worship my feet... Foot Slave." 

"Yes." 

"I am your Goddess. Now show me how much you need me." 

I put my hands on her calf, then screeched as she whipped me across my naked ass. "Christ." 

"Tongue, only. No hands until I say so." 

I leaned forward and began worshipping Linda with my lips, kissing her outer ankle, before tasting the soft brown skin of her upper foot. Linda leaned back onto the wall, then slowly raised her foot, causing me to sit up so I could reach it. "Lick my shoes. They're my favourite and must be cleaned before I put them away." 

I ran my tongue across the shiny red leather, from the toe box all the way up along vamp, until reaching the counter of the shoe. My tongue felt dry when she pulled her shoe away. "I have two shoes, lick the second." 

"My mouth is dry." 

I yelped as the belt sliced across my arse, leaving the skin my skin throbbing. I quickly went about licking that second shoe cleaner than it had been when it came fresh off the factory line. 

Linda pushed the heel of her shoe onto my forehead and gently pushed me backwards until I fell onto my back. She then stepped over me, straddling me so I could see her white panties under her dress. I felt like exploding as she brushed my throbbing cock with her shoe. She caught my foreskin in between the breast and heel of the shoe. "Like that feeling don't you?" 

"Yes." 

"Want more?" 

"Oh yes." I trembled as she then ran the red heel down my shaft. My cock trembled as a clear pool of pre-cum formed at the head of my cock, before dribbling down to my hairy sacks. 

"But you still haven't finished worshipping me." Linda laughed as she strutted to the couch before sitting down and resting her arms along the backrest. "My feet need massaging, be a dear and see to my needs. Make sure I get exactly what I deserve." 

"Yes, Ma'am." 

"If you keep this up and there might be a surprise for you at the end." 

I stroked my fingertips along the vamp of the blood red shoe, curling them around the counter. While one hand held the platform the other carefully rocked the shoe free, pulling from the counter until her foot slipped out. My eyes gorged on Linda's lovely clean toes, the maroon nail varnish finished off her perfectly trimmed toenails. 

Linda's toes were free and she flexed them while raising them to my face. The last time Linda teased me with her succulent toes, I could only dream of being in this situation again. But her I was again, about to suck on those succulent toes. I felt truly alive. Linda rested her big toe on my lips, pulling it down so she exposed my gum line. "You may suck it, Slave." 

I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along the pad of her toe and dabbed along the back of her knuckle. The salty sweat had gathered between her toes and excited my tongue with a bitter sweetness. While licking, I massaged her softy pink soles using my fingers. Linda groaned like she was racing towards an early orgasm. My lips closed over her whole toe and I sucked it like I was trying to draw blood. My mouth filled with all the exquisite tastes of a natural woman. All the while I had to control my excitement so I didn't rake her with my teeth. 

Linda slipped her hand into her white panties, and began on slowly play with her clit. I would like to think my massaging was turning her on so much that she couldn't control herself. I had three of her toes in my mouth as I glanced up at Linda to get her approval. Her smile and devilish glare told me I was doing a fine job indeed. 

Linda pulled her foot from my mouth. I watched the glistening toes like a hungry baby wondering why she pulled away my bottle. 

Linda then spread her legs, she grabbed a handful of my hair. Then, almost ripping my hair off my scalp, lifted me up between her legs. Her other hand pulled her panties to one side, exposing the dark skin of her pussy folds. "Worship my inner sanctum." 

I wasn't even sure what that meant... But it sounded fun. I guess it had something to do with her shaven pussy. Despite the pain in my scalp, I couldn't be happier to lick Linda. She tasted womanly and the hint of piss drove me crazy. I burrowed my face into the softness of her womanhood, and poked my tongue as far into Linda as I could possibly reach. Pulling my tongue back, I concentrated my sloppy swipes on her clit, which I had exposed with my fingers. This drove Linda mad. She began shouting out while her body convulsed with joyful spasms. "You want to fuck me, don't you, Tom?" 

"Absolutely, Ma'am." 

"You're not quite there yet." 

Linda applied pressure on my head, forcing down towards her anus. I tried to resist at first. Arse licking is just not my thing. I can't even wear the same boxers for more than a day... even when I was a teenager. But I soon realised I had no choice. I screamed out. Linda had struck me with my belt again. Striking me across my back and under my ribs. She really was a slave maste... I've had worse jobs. 

Her arse smelt musty, not wild or unpleasant. Just enough scent to make you aware that this is no place to hang around for longer than is necessary. 

The things I do for love. Sticking out my tongue I leaned forward and dabbed her tight anus. It didn't taste of much at all really. Not too different to her toes. Not that her toes tastes of... never mind. 

I swiped her back and forwards, tasting her salty skin. Linda giggled and kicked her legs over my shoulders. She screamed, "You'll do anything, won't you Tom?" 

"For you, anything." 




Red



"Now you want to fuck me right?" 

"Yes... Yes, of course I do." 

"Why do you want to fuck me, Tom? Tell me why?" 

"Because I think you're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I fell in love with you the moment we first talked." 

"You have now proved your love for me. Now come on big boy. Give it to me like you do in your dreams." 

I climbed above Linda and lifted her long sleekly legs over my shoulders. Holding my cock, I pushed it's purple head against her dark and perfect folds. I lowered my body, so my cock slipped into her warm welcoming pussy, and shuddered as I slipped deeper into the woman I loved. The woman I had lusted for, for so, so long. 

She was now mine. 

Linda lustfully cried as I pounded her into the couch. I folded her in two, so I could fuck her deep and hard which made Linda yell louder than ever before. Reaching down, I pulled the straps of her red dress off her shoulders. Linda had to help and soon her tits were out on show. I curled my tongue around her large dusky coloured nipples, and tasted their soulful nectar. 

Linda then slapped both my cheeks with her hands. Nose to nose we stared deeply into each other's eyes. I felt her tense up in my arms as she cried out, "I'm cumming, Tom." 

"Me too." 

We then shared each other's juices as they mixed inside Linda. I fell on top and felt as though I had achieved my last remaining goal in this life on mine. 

My heart finally slowed, but the sweat still glistened on my chest. I lay beside Linda thinking about the night's events. 

"Why are you so quiet, Tom?" 

"What just happened?" 

"You didn't like it?" 

"I loved it." 

"It's just I've seen the way you enjoy rubbing my feet. " Linda giggled as she rubbed the back of my calf with her naked foot. "And the way you stare at them when you serve me in the shop." She kissed my cheek. "Just thought you would like to worship my feet." 

"What about whipping?" 

"I had to have my fun as well." Linda rolled me off, then picked up my sock. She then caught the cum that oozed out from her pussy. "Let's go to bed for cuddles." 

Linda woke in the night, I watched her naked body as she walked into the bathroom and flick the light on. Reaching down I picked up her red shoe, and rubbed it against the clammy skin of shrivelled cock. The blood soon started pumping, and I was ready for another go. This time I was going to be the boss. 

Jumping off the bed I raced into the bathroom and surprised Linda who was in the middle of pissing in the toilet. "Linda, I can't wait." My stiff cock waved perilously close to her face, causing Linda to arch back in disgust... My cock did smell of stale cum, I could smell it from up here. 

"Get in the shower, Tom. We can wash each other down if you want." 

"After I've fucked you over the sink, come on." 

"Tom... I thought you was a gentleman." 

I couldn't wait for Linda to finish, and pulled her off the toilet set. She yelled in protest as the piss trickled like summer rain along her mocha coloured leg. Gripping her broad shoulders I bent her over the sink. That big brown ass just stared at me. I suddenly had flash backs from when I was a fat kid, and used to get hypnotised by my giant chocolate birthday cake. As I stepped up behind, I held my rigid cock in my hand. Her gaping pussy emitted the earthly smell of warm sex. I closed my eyes and inhaled her scent. 

Placing the tip of my cock against Linda's sopping pussy, I leaned forward and pushed with my weight. Linda was lubed with post sex, so my cock just glided inside. A large mirror covered the wall behind my sink, so I could watch every expression of lust on Linda's perfect face. 

Linda pushed back into me. It was clear that she enjoyed the sensation of sex. It was obvious to me that Linda was a woman with a high sex drive, she felt more than the ideal woman for me. Her breathing sounded heavy and she groaned under every thrust of my pecker. As my white skin collided with her dark brown body, I suddenly started to think of our offspring and how beautiful the combinations of our ethnicities would be. 

I guess that was confirmation of my love for Linda. 

Her tits swung in time of my trusts and slapped the white marble of the sink. Her hands kept slipping on counter, and sent the steel cup filled with toothpaste and brushes crashing to the tiles. 

In fear of Linda smashing her face on the sink, I pulled on her long black hair and arched her back. My cock sunk deeper as her groans grew louder. My free hand pushed up on her small gut, and felt her innards shake to our carnal rhythm. 

Linda began to scream. She reached around and sunk her fingernails into my hairy forearms. "I'm cumming, Tom." 

That was enough for me, and with one huge thrust, I felt myself empty one more dose inside this most beautiful woman. 

All good things... 

My eyes opened as Linda pulled from my arms. My head still heavy I closed my eyes as she reached for her phone. 

When I finally woke, my bed was empty. Slipping into my flip-flops, I walked across the bedroom while wrapping my dressing gown around my body. The house was silent. 

I opened the living room door and glanced out the window noticing Linda's car was missing. Reaching for my phone I called her... But Linda didn't pick up. 

I fought back my doubts by hoping Linda had an emergency to deal with at work. 

After a day staring at my mobile I went to bed alone, and cried myself to sleep. 

I woke before sunrise to the ring of my landline phone. I raced downstairs and snatched the receiver from it's stand. "Hello?" 

"It's me Linda." 

"I know, I've burned your number into my mind." I winced at my admission. 

"Sorry I didn't pick up your call... or come back." 

"I've been worried senseless" I bit my lip and readied myself for the inevitable. "Where are you?" 

"At home." 

"Have you moved back?" 

I could hear the tears in Linda's voice."Yes." 

"With Jake?" 

"I have to go." 

I could hear Jakes voice in the background. "OK... as long as you're happy. I lov... I wish you all the best. Good Bye Linda." I slowly placed the phone back on it's stand. 

Sitting down at the breakfast bar, I ate cereal by myself. I remember before Christmas when my friend told me about broken women and their comfort blankets... I remember laughing him off, and thinking that as long as I got inside Linda's panties I wouldn't be too hurt by losing her. 

Well I was wrong. I was more than wrong. Now it was me who was broken. 

Being alone suddenly sucked. In fact, it's hell. I never had a problem with being by myself before. But now I had found love, I suddenly feel lonely. Very lonely. 

Hands in pockets, I left for work. The weather felt that bit colder, and when it started to rain, I didn't even bother pulling up my hood. 

I don't blame Linda for going back to Jake. After all, they were together when I met Linda, and it was my interfering that caused their problems. So in a way, I'm glad they got back together... 

Fucking hell, who am I trying to kid. It took me fifteen years to overcome my first broken heart. I don't know if I will overcome this one. 

Friday came and went, as did the following Friday. 

Linda was nothing but a loving memory. 

My woman in red.



Red!



I based this story loosely on "Little Red Riding Hood" by Charles Perrault, published in 1697. This is a completely original story, but does use characters suggested by Mr. Perrault. 

In a late seventeenth century English village, the average life expectancy was about Thirty-six years of age (likely due to lack of modern medical cures, and higher child mortality rates). That means that young girls of fourteen would be of legal age to marry. 

However, all characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older so that I may share this story with you on this site. Let's see what happens... 

***** 

Once upon a time... 

...Actually, around the year 1697, there lived a young girl named Angelina. She lived with her Mother in a tiny cottage, near the edge of the wood, in a small but prosperous English village. Angelina was pretty with soft blond hair, clear blue eyes, and a slight figure for her eighteen years. Yes, she was eighteen but has just recently come of age. She was well-liked in the village, and known for her pleasant and helpful nature. The villagers also knew her for the scarlet-hooded cloak she has always worn since childhood on trips outside the village, and sometimes wears when visiting neighbors in the village. 

For her sixth birthday, her Mother bought her a red-hooded cloak a size or two too large for her small frame, and it covered her from head to toe. Lately, the cloak extends only to about her knees... or maybe just slightly below. Because of the color of her favorite garment, most of the villagers have taken to simply calling her "Red." 

Red had friends among the other girls of the village, and most were her age, or just a little older, and of "marriageable" age. Red was beginning to think that it could not be long before she would assume a more grown-up role in the life of the village. After all, her Mother was still a young woman, and had married early. Red also had a Grandmother who lived on the other side of the wood ... about an hour's walk. 

When she was younger, Red would accompany her Mother to her Grandmother's cottage. They would bring bread, a little fruit, and some wine just to bring her a little cheer, and to visit with with her. Grandma was not sickly and had an fairly active life, occasionally taking short trips to visit nearby friends. On the occasions when Red and her Mother would bring treats to Grandma, and she was not at home, she and Red would tap on the door, and hearing no answers to their halloo's would simply leave the basket inside the door with a pleasant note. When Grandma was absent and the hour was late, they would enter, build a fire, and stay the night. 

One day Red's Mother gave her a somewhat serious look, as she told Red that she would have to deliver Grandma's basket by herself. Her Mother packed the basket as usual, covering the contents with a red and white gingham cloth. When Red—still a little confused—picked up the basket to leave, her Mother told her to stick to the path, and not to wander off. Then she added, 

"Good luck my dear Angelina, it is time." 

Red turned and smiled at her Mother, but the smile quickly faded as she tried to find a meaning in her Mother's last words. Red started on her way, passing one or two villagers as she walked. Mrs. Goode watched Red expressionlessly from the doorway of her shop as Red passed by. 

Shamus Mackenzie raised his bear-paw sized hand waving to her with a broad smile as she passed his smithy. She put her hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle as she waved back. As Red neared the edge of the village headed toward the wood, Mr. Hungerman leaned his heavy frame against the long handle of his shovel and gave Red a slight smile, which faded as he returned to his work. 

Red was on her way! 

She had never entered the wood by herself before, other than to walk to the meadow just a little ways in, to pick raspberries and blueberries in season. This time she would go further. Since it was still early in the day, and Red was not in any particular hurry to get to Grandma's cottage, she decided that she would stop at the meadow again today to pick some raspberries. She would add them to her basket for Grandma. 

The sun was warm, and there was a light breeze—just the kind of day Red loved—so she spent some time chasing butterflies and picking yellow flowers ... along with the raspberries of course. 

As she was enjoying the warm sun, she felt a dark uneasiness as if someone was watching her. Looking behind her, she saw no one, but the feeling of uneasiness would not leave her. Red slowly turned her attention back to the meadow, the flowers and the berries. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back enjoying the sun on her face and the sweetly tart taste of the raspberries on her tongue. Her hood slid off her head a little and bunched up behind, as her hair shone in the sun like spun gold. 

Leaning back and supported by her arms, she thought about her eighteenth birthday. Her Mother had given her a new white apron to wear, a new blue dress with a laced bodice, and a crisp petticoat. This is how she was dressed today. It made her feel grownup—less like a child. She was petite with small breasts and hips starting to blossom with womanly curves. As she rested, her thoughts returned to the last words her Mother spoke as she left the cottage, 

"Good luck my dear Angelina, it is time." Good luck ... it is time? Time for what ... why good luck?" 

She accompanied her Mother to Grandma's cottage many times, and she knew the way. It was not a particularly dangerous trip, although it did require a narrow trail through the darkest part of the wood, about half way along. It is time. Did this have anything to do with her recent birthday and her coming of age in the village? 

Sitting in the meadow thinking these things over, she remembered seeing her Mother from a distance one day not too long ago talking with a tall figure wearing a long dark hooded cloak that covered this person from head to toe. A man—perhaps a younger man—she judged from the leanness of the figure. She had seen other young girls of the village turning eighteen leaving their families to be married to men of the village, or to men of near-by villages. 

Sometimes luck would give them to a younger man of good temperament, but often fathers arranged marriages to older men with property. She finally decided that this was nothing more than a trip to see Grandma, and that her Mother trusted her to do it by herself. She believed her Mother needed her at home and would be happy for her return. 

As Red stood, she picked up the basket—now with its additional load of flowers and berries. She suddenly felt a chill down her spine again, feeling that someone was watching. She suddenly became aware that her dress had ridden up a little and was exposing her shapely legs to mid-thigh. As she quickly covered them, She turned just in time to see a dark figure quickly retreat into the wood—or so she thought. Had she really seen someone—something—or were the Sun and woodland shadows playing tricks? 

She pulled her hood over her head, and slowly found her way to the edge of the meadow and onto the path, which led into the wood. On her way again, she continued along the main path leading toward her Grandma's cottage. Trying to put her momentary uneasiness behind her as she walked, she decided to shift her attention to something more pleasant. She tried to remember the words to "Lavender Blue," a popular song in the village. She sang to herself with increasing confidence and ease: 

"Lavender blue and Rosemary green, 

When you are King, I shall be Queen. 

Call up my maids at four o'clock, 

Some to the wheel and some to the rock; 

Some to make hay and some to shear corn, 

And you and I will keep the bed warm." 

The melody was simple and served its purpose now of filling her mind with something familiar and sweet. "Annie Laurie" was another song brought to the village and taught to Red by the blacksmith, Mister Mackenzie. He often sang this one as he worked. 

"Max Welton's braes a'er bonnie, 

W'ere early fa's the dew. 

And t'was there that Annie Laurie, 

gie'd me her promise true..." 

She tried to remember as much as she could of the many stanzas, as she briskly walked into the now darkening woodland trail. She also tried to mimic Mackenzie's very thick Scottish brogue, and with her hand to her mouth, chuckled to herself at her unsuccessful attempt. Mister Mackenzie was a mainstay of village life since his arrival from his hometown of Rutherglen, just outside Glasgow. 

Honest and hardworking, he was a magnet for the children of the village who often gathered at his smithy listening—wide-eyed—to all of his fanciful tails, and renditions of his favorite songs. Mister Mackenzie knew how to spin a yarn, and his broad deep baritone voice was pleasant to hear. Thinking about this brought a smile to Red's face, and a spring to her step, as she walked along. Just then, off to her left, she heard a twig snap and she stopped. 

Red stood very still and listened. 

"Is anyone there?" she asked, but received no answer ... just silence. 

"Is someone there?" She insisted, putting a hand to her breast as she took a step in the direction of the sound peering into the wood. 

Another twig snapped, and Red's heart skipped a beat. Her eyes widened as she nervously peered further into the wood. Then she saw it! It was a dark figure that appeared about fifty meters away, partially hidden in the trees. 

"W-Who are you?" she said in a halting, frightened voice. 

"W-What do you want?" Red continued almost pleading. 

After a moment's hesitation, a deep voice from the wood answered her, 

"I am called Mister Wolf ... and ... you!" the dark figure said in answer to both of Red's questions. 

"I d-do n-not understand." Red replied to the voice from the wood. The momentary pause that followed seemed like an eternity to Red. 

"Where are you bound, young lady?" the voice asked changing the subject. 

Red thought about whether to answer ... and if she did ... what her answer might be. She finally decided on the truth, 

"I am taking this basket of goods to my Grandmother who lives in the glen just the other side of this wood." 

Red received no answer to this response. The sun was just starting to set behind Red, shining its failing rays in the direction of the voice. Red was certain that she could see two shining yellow eyes peering from within the hood of the dark-cloaked figure. The figure then quickly turned, and without another word retreated into the wood. 

"He-Hello? A-Are you there ... Mister um, Wo-Wolf?" She rasped as her throat became a little dry. No answer! 

Red was now more frightened than she had ever been in her entire life as she trembled in every part of her body. She thought about the time she spent earlier that day in the meadow gathering flowers and berries, and now wished that she had not taken so long there. 

"I was foolish to tarry so long in the meadow," she thought. "If I had not, I might be through this wood and very near to Grandma's cottage by now." 

She stood in the middle of the path too petrified to move, after the frightening experience with the hooded figure. Who or what could it possibly be? Was she just imagining what she had just experienced? No, she decided ... it was just too real! 

The figure said his name was Mister Wolf—or that was what people called him. This name meant nothing to Red, but reminded her of the tall figure she had seen talking with her Mother. She held her basket tightly with both hands in front of her and pulled her shoulders in very tight, as she slowly turned her feet back in the direction of her Grandmother's house. 

With the greatest determination that all of her inner strength could muster, she put one foot in front of the other until she was walking at a brisk pace. 

Red was afraid to look into the wood on either side, but kept her gaze firmly on the path in front of her. Her heart was beating faster than she could ever remember it beating and she could not slow it, however hard she tried. Trying to find a song to whistle as she walked was proving to be a hard task. 

Retreating to the familiar melody of "Lavender Blue," and other songs was not working either, as her thoughts returned repeatedly, to her meeting with the hooded figure. Although her remaining journey to her Grandmother was not a long one, it seemed to stretch on longer than usual. 

Was the dark hooded man (or creature) still following her? 

Was this frightening figure still watching her? 

She had no answers to these questions, and her thoughts would not leave the encounter no matter how hard she tried. As she approached a more lightly wooded area, she decided to stop. She again put her hand to her breast, and as it slipped inside a little, she shivered as her cold hand touched her warm flesh, and hardening young nipples. 

She put her basket down at the side of the path and leaned against a tree trying to catch her breath and to slow her racing heartbeat. For some reason she could not understand, the danger of meeting such a frightening being was also arousing. She slid her hand down from her breast, over her apron to smooth her jittery stomach, stopping at her crotch to push her middle finger in a little. Her eyes closed as she felt a little shudder. 

After a minute or two she straightened, picked up the basket held it in both hands again and slowly turned her head and feet back toward the path. She kept her gaze firmly on the path in front of her, afraid of what she might see if she looked into the wood. 

As she started to walk a little ways, she slowed and curiously stared deep into the wood, looking intently as far as she could. 

As she peered deeper into the wood, she saw... 

...nothing. 

She saw no dark figures, heard no snapping twigs—not a sound—not a bird chirping, not a cricket, not the rustle of a squirrel ... nothing! 

The woods were completely silent. Red could not decide if not seeing or hearing anything was a comfort or a cause for concern. With her basket in hand, and her heart now beating a little slower, she continued on her way. Red now began to think about her Grandmother. It was now late afternoon as dusk was settling on the wood; she knew that her Grandmother would insist on her staying the night. 

The promise of her Grandmother's warm hearth was a comforting thought to Red, and she knew that it was near. Red's Grandmother was a warm and friendly woman who was full of charm, but now, Red was not looking forward to any of her many frightening tall tales. 

Red wondered what she would do if Grandma was gone when she arrived. She could stay the night as she and her Mother had done many times before. She knew that Grandma always had wood for the hearth, oil for the lamps, and would likely be back by morning. Red was reaching the end of the wood now and would soon be into the glen where the cottage stood. 

As she entered the glen, her heart began to lighten, as she hoped to find Grandma at home. Red walked down the cobbled path to the cottage, but she saw that it appeared dark, and her spirits sank a little. She slowly approached the door and after a second of hesitation, tapped on the door... 

...no answer! 

She tapped again, a little harder. 

After a few seconds, a voice from within the dark cottage asked, 

"Who's that knocking on my door?" 

The voice did not sound like her Grandmother ... exactly, but Red answered quickly, 

"It is Angelina Grandma; I have a basket of goods for you from Mother." 

The voice from within said, 

"Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up." 

Red already knew this, but complied without comment and entered the cottage. She could see a figure lying on the bed that Red took to be her Grandmother. 

"Place the basket on the table, and come over here, child," said the voice. 

"Grandmother, your voice sounds so different today." Red Replied. 

"I have a cold, and must remain in bed." Was the reply from the bed. 

"I have brought you bread, some fruit, and wine from Mother, Grandma," Red continued as she walked toward the bed, 

"And I picked some flowers for your table and also some raspberries for dessert." Red said and then continued, "Shall I light a lamp?" 

"No!" came a raspy reply. 

Red could feel her uneasiness returning and some light would have been nice. As she started to approach the bed, she could see that the figure on the bed was not a pleasant woman in a cap and nightgown, but a reclining dark figure wearing a long black cloak with a hood pulled over its head. 

She stepped back, and covering her mouth with the back of her hand, let out a sharp gasp. She then gathered a measure of courage ... enough perhaps to challenge the creature. 

"YOU ARE NOT MY GRANDMOTHER!" Red told the figure. "WHO ARE YOU?" She demanded. 

"You and I have already met, my dear," the voice replied. 

"My name is Mister Wolf, and I have been waiting for you in your Grandmother's absence—she was gone when I arrived—fortunately for her." 

Red took another step back. She now frightened beyond reason with her heart beating as if it would burst from her breast. She was trembling at the reality of finding herself in the close presence of so menacing a creature. For she could see in the dim twilight breaking through the window, that the figure had the appearance of some kind type of animal—an animal with shining yellow eyes, and a long snout. 

"W-What do you want of me?" she asked the creature—almost afraid of what the answer might be. 

"My dear girl, I have to say that what I wanted from you has changed somewhat, now that I see how beautiful you are." 

"W-What do you mean?" She replied. 

"My dear Angelina I am an accursed being and you can see the effects of it now, but I previously represented myself to your Mother as a less gripping figure, and ... as you can see ... I know your name." 

"I still do not understand what you want of me, Mister ... Wolf," Red offered, not knowing exactly how to respond to what she heard. The reclining figure now appeared to Red, to be a little less threatening than at first. 

"Come closer, my dear," the figure ordered. 

"Why should I dear sir?" Red demanded as she took another step back, "Were you not the dark figure I encountered in the wood today that frightened me half to death?" "What did you mean when you said that what you wanted was ... me?" 

Red decided that as frightened as she still was, she was going to get the answers she needed from this "creature." 

It looked at Red for a long time and finally replied, 

"The explanation for my affliction is a long one that I might share with you one day." Wolf continued, "It is an affliction that I can do little about, except to say that I am a man of twenty-seven years. I have light brown hair and blue eyes in one state, and the features of a ravenous wolf in another—occasional state. 

Although I can do nothing to change my condition, I have property in an adjacent county, and my children—if I have them—will inherit the characteristics with which I was born and not the ones I acquired under ... rather unfortunate circumstances." 

"What did you mean when you said that my Grandmother was fortunate not to be at home when you arrived?" Red was interested in finding out all that she thought she need to know about a "person" who was starting to become more compelling to her. She found that she was intently interested in this creature and found her body betraying her, as she became a little sexually aroused. 

Wolf thought for a second then replied, "In the state you saw me in the wood I had certain ... needs and ... appetites that I tried hard to control. In the state which you will become accustomed to seeing me, I have desires and behaviors which are more normal for a young man—" 




Red!



"—what do you mean?" She responded quickly and nervously with her hand on her stomach. 

"PLEASE DO NOT INTERRUPT ME, CHILD!" Wolf demanded, now sitting on the edge of the bed. 

After a momentary pause, Wolf continued in a softer voice, 

"I want you to remove your cloak, apron and dress, and come closer to me." 

Red thought about retreating at hearing this demand, but without knowing exactly why, she complied with Wolf's wishes. She was jittery as she undid her apron, dress, and petticoat, allowing them to fall to the floor as she stepped free of them. She began to shake—partly from nervousness—and partly from her slight arousal, as her puffy nipples strained against the material of her chemise. She felt a sense of anticipation and excitement and felt a slight tingle in her buttocks from this feeling ... and from the cold. 

In just a moment, Red was standing close to Wolf in nothing but her linen chemise, undergarments, and stockings, having also removed her shoes. 

"Come closer still, my dear," said Wolf. 

Red complied with this last request walking slowly toward Wolf, biting her lower lip with nervousness, and was at last looking intently into Wolf's fiery yellow eyes. Wolf reached out and placed hairy-clawed "hands "on each of Red's nearly naked hips, which caused an immediate and involuntary gasp from Red. 

She was shaking with genuine fear! But, she could not understand why she was also so sexually aroused and looked down quickly to see if the moisture she could feel building between her legs was noticeable. 

"You must learn to accept me for who, and what I am, my dear Angelina. I promise never to harm you." 

Angelina thought about this statement from Wolf and asked nervously, 

"H-How c-can I be assured that you w-will n-not hurt-hurt me?" 

Wolf was clearly conflicted about telling her the rest, but continued to explain. 

"When I saw you in the wood today my dear, and then when you tapped in the cottage door a few moments ago, you were to be a meal for the beast within me—as your Grandmother would have been had she been at home." 

Lowering his snout, Wolf continued, 

"I was so taken with your beauty and innocence when I saw you close-up, and could look into your eyes, that I decided to fight against my urges and honor the agreement I made with your Mother." His yellow eyes blinked as he continued in a softer voice, 

"I am asking you to be my wife, Angelina." 

This honest declaration by Wolf was deeply touching to Angelina, and she thought about how she would make her reply. She gently but nervously stepped forward and framed Wolf's large head with her tiny hands, and after a moment's examination of Wolf's face said with a slight smile, 

"Mister Wolf, you have been honest with me, and I believe that there is good in you, I can see it in your eyes." She took a breath and continued, 

"And, although those eyes still frighten me a little in their current state, I can s-see a kind heart through them ... a-and I-I will agree ... to be your wife." She lowered her pretty blue eyes and blushed at that final declaration. 

Almost as soon as Angelina had finished speaking those words of her acceptance of Wolf, his features began to change ... to transmogrify. His eyes changed shape and color from burning yellow to clear soft blue, and her hands were soon holding the face of a handsome young man with light brown hair. 

Angelina smiled a very relaxed smile, removed the dark cloak from this young man, with whom she was now falling in love. She smiled sweetly, blinked, and said, "Hello Mr. Wolf!" 

He removed his shirt, smiled back and said, "My name is James." 

Angelina smiled as she stroked James' fair hair, and then stood. She slowly removed her stockings and chemise, and loosening the string on her undergarments allowed them fall to the floor. James gasped at the vision before him of a beautiful naked young woman, his eyes drawn to her firm round breasts with their erect nipples. 

Then young Angelina slid into the bed next to this handsome young man who would become her husband. James would be the first and last man ever to make love to her. He folded her into an embrace pulling her under him, and entered her for the first time. She winced slightly at the initial pinch, but moaned and kissed him passionately as he made love to her, and she shuddered into her first ever ... culmination. 

After they cuddled for some minutes, James slid his strong hands over her body, down her back and over her soft young ass. She nestled her face in his chest. They lie in each other's arms talking softly with their lips so close that each word was a little kiss upon the lips of the other. 

At length, Angelina formed a sly smile, and said, 

"Let's see what's in the basket!" 

James and Angelina were officially married sometime very shortly after this meeting, and the whole village celebrated. Mr. Mackenzie provided a beautiful wedding song from his country—sung in a lilting Scottish brogue. Grandma and Angelina's Mother looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and smiled. 

James and Angelina moved into his house in the next county, and worked very hard together to build it into a home. Their love grew day by day, and they made love as many nights as they were able. As far afield as James may have traveled during the day, he always tried to be home with Angelina ... except for the times he was required to be away from her ... for another reason. 

With the passage of time, James' condition never abated, and he was occasionally obliged to absent himself from the home that he and Angelina made in the adjacent county. James never returned after one such absence, and Angelina would never know his fate; but she knew that his dual nature would someday force her to accept this reality. 

She and James did have a life together—and a happy one. 

In the days and months that passed, Angelina often thought about the handsome stranger her Mother had chosen to be her husband, and remembered their life together with a tearful smile. She tried to keep the details of their life together as much in mind as she could, so she could pass on the happiest of the stories to her child. Some months after James' final absence, Angela gave birth to a daughter that James never knew, and she called the girl Rebecca after her Mother. 

Rebecca had soft blond hair, and clear blue eyes. On her sixth birthday, Angelina bought her daughter a red hooded cloak—just a size or two too large for her small frame, and it covered her from head to toe. 

The girl grew more beautiful with the passing years and visited her Grandma and Great-grandma with her Mother, but she had a peculiar taste for fresh raspberries. 

And... 

...they all lived happily ever after! 

THE END



Red



He smiled widely as he saw her standing there in a red negligee. The sheer crimson material hid the hint of matching panties beneath. She watched his reaction with a sexy pout on her face, pulling up her hair, posing for him.

"Well, what do you think?"

"You're such a sexy package. I want to unwrap you. Red is definitely your color."

"You think?" she asked teasingly, her hands moving over the flimsy material caressing her body.

"Yeah, I do," he breathed as he slowly walked in a circle around her, drinking her in. He stopped behind her and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"It looks amazing, but it'll look even better when it's off." His hands began to knead her shoulders as he pressed his body close to hers. She seemed to melt into him as he lightly kissed her bare shoulders. He moved her fiery hair aside and did likewise on her neck. His hot breath sent erotic shivers through her frame. She gave a sleight moan as he breathed into her ear.

His passion was growing now and she could feel it pressing into the small of her back. His eager hands slowly made their way to her front and caressed her ample breasts through the sheer material. He could feel her nipples stiffen at his touch. She moaned louder now and he bent his knees so he could grind his hips into her inviting bottom. She welcomed the movement and hungrily pushed back into him.

"Mmmm."

"You like feeling what you are doing to me, don't you?" he whispered.

"Yes. It feels so good pressing against me."

He slid the negligee over her head, his fingers lightly tracing along the sides of her breasts and underarms as he did. She shivered again, and then moaned as his hands made their way back down to continue caressing her breasts.

"Shall I unwrap some more?"

"Yes," she sighed.

He slid his hands down her stomach and she shuddered as he did so. He let them ride on her gyrating hips for a moment, pressing her into his swollen manhood, and then slid them down to feel the silky material of the panties. His fingers moved over her mound and began to feel her sex inside. The panties were already moist. Her breathing became more urgent as they stood there, his stiffened member rubbing against her behind, and his fingers from the front. She moaned louder, and he in turn, began breathing heavily in her ear.

"I want your fingers inside me," she whimpered.

"You do?"

"Yes!"

He slid his hand into her panties, her curly hairs tickling his fingers as he did. When he found her sex, it was dripping with her juices, and he easily slipped a finger inside her. She gasped. The heel of his hand began rubbing against her swollen clitoris. She now ground into him wantonly, her moaning coming in quick succession between ragged breaths. She locked eyes with him over her shoulder.

"I want to taste you."

He kissed her then, long and hard, their bodies still melted together in a carnal slow dance. He withdrew his finger from her, hooked his fingers into the straps on her panties and slid them off. She turned to face him now, her hands sliding beneath his shirt, her fingers running softly through his chest hair and tweaking at his nipples. She slid the shirt over his head, and then, as they kissed again, her deft fingers unzipped his pants and found their way inside the band of his boxer briefs. Her touch sent an electric shock through him. Her fingers lingered there a few moments longer and then she slid of his briefs. 

Both naked now, they lay on the floor pressed into a passionate embrace, their hands probing each other. She turned and straddled his face as she bent to take his engorged member in hand. She lightly kissed its length, and then engulfed it in her wanting mouth. He groaned and in response she accepted more of him. 

Her sex was before him now, moist and fragrant. He slowly began to lick around her swollen clitoris. He could hear the muffled whimpers coming from her busy mouth. As his tongue continued to caress her clitoris, he slipped a finger inside her. Her juices were flowing heavily now, dripping down his chin. Her hips ground into his face, and she began to work more feverishly on him. Her hands grasped his behind, pulling him closer to her hungry mouth. Her fingers lightly tickled his anus. The sensation sent his hips trusting into her face. He withdrew his slick finger from her sex and lightly traced around her anus. She moaned louder, never releasing him from her mouth. The moans vibrated off of his erect form sending shivers through him. 

He pressed his finger into her anus then. It slid in easily with her own natural lubrication, and she groaned loudly as he did so. He slid another finger back into her sex. Her hips began to quicken their pace as he worked all of her entrances. Her wet mouth surrounded his member, taking in every inch of him. Her finger poked into his anus and he moaned loudly. It was a new sensation for him. It felt amazing coupled with feeling of being in her mouth. He could feel his fingers filling her insides. Exploring her. 

They were both near the edge now, covered in sweat and moaning loudly. Her muscles tensed, and with a deep moan she came, sending her love over his face and hands. Her orgasm sent shivers through him and he thrust his hips upward as he exploded deep in her mouth. They lay tangled on the floor shuddering in the wake of their passion. She turned around to face him and they embraced each other and kissed. He felt around for the negligee and handed it to her.

"See, it looks so much better now."



Red



The blindfold felt like velvety little fingers over her eyes as she sat in the back seat of the limo. She remembered a little something in the Sherry, and then she woke up and there was red and her hands, her delicate white hands were bound together. "Where are you taking me?,” she asked the driver, who she could not see behind the shadowy curtain of black glass. He could hear her just fine though. "

You will see," he said in his whispery, sibilant voice, "you will see." Her nipples, a stiff 27 C stood up against the satin nightgown she had been dressed in. She wanted to struggle against the linen rope, but in the end sat still awaiting her destination. 

"Who are you?" she asked him. 

"That does not concern you, lover." He answered. She was getting more aroused by the second, feeling a damp spot in the black lace panties she was wearing. This wasn't the way a kidnapping was supposed to feel, it wasn't. She struggled with the linen ropes a bit, not to escape but to deal with an irrepressible urge to stroke herself. She wanted to rub her fingers in the warmth and succor of herself. 

“ PLEASE, OH PLEASE, LOOSEN THE ROPES!” She begged, half breathless. 

“Later, lover, later.” She felt almost like weeping, his voice was like the fingers in her slit that she so desperately wanted. She hated this masked man, but yet a part of her, a sopping, dark red part of her, wanted him. She was growing even more frustrated and her face matched the scarlet of her hair and of her pounding , incendiary sex. She wanted to know what this man, her captor, the torturer of her aroused body looked like, but there was merely crimson in front of her dark green eyes. 

A few minutes later, he unbound her hands. She smiled and expressed a tacit thank you as she pulled up the hem of her skirt slightly. With one hand, she began to pinch her already hard nipples, making them even redder and harder. Her thumb circled around the large ring of her areola, filling her with a wash of contentment. She then took her fingers and rubbed them on the downy surface of her vagina, moving them down to the lips. She petted it gently as first, like you would a rabbit or a kitten and then she plunged her fingers in and let them swim in warmth. “Mmmm” she moaned lightly, feeling the pleasure course through her. Her body began to shake. It twisted and turned and writhed like a serpent. 

“Don’t spend yourself, lover,” the driver warned, but it was too late.

He reached back and removed her sopping panties. He did so in a very methodical manner, as if they were not dripping with the juices of womanhood, as if they were not fragrant and sexy and primal. It was just a garment to these hands and nothing more. A scrap of cloth no more feminine or sexy than a handkerchief or a scrap of skirt. She resented it in a way, that he seemed to have no desire to stick his fingers in there with hers, that there was no heavy breathing. She wanted the stranger to admire her, to worship her body…to use it. 

“Those will not be needed, lover,” he said to her. She took a deep breath in and began raking her fingernails across her clitoris. She briefly licked her lips in anticipation of whatever the driver had planned. 

The red of the blindfold and the voice led her back to other places. She remembered her pool and Bryan. They were in the pool and then suddenly, his red striped swim trunks were on the deck and he was nude. 

“Olivia, I love you, he said. He stopped. The words hung in the air for awhile. “ C’mon.” 

And something struck, a sensual lightning. It surged through her, and suddenly she felt like doffing the black bikini top. Bryan’s eyes lit up at the rounded treasures as he began to hold them in his hands and feel their weight. He let his thumbs roll around her hard nipples raising to new lengths and making her moan in delight. Then, he took her left breast in his mouth, suckling passionately. Then the right. Soon the bikini bottom was off and they were together on the deck. Then, he was on top of her, thrusting rapidly. It wasn’t romantic, it wasn’t gentle, but there was something beautiful and primal. It was fucking, plain and simple. Then she felt a sharp pain from the pushing. The walls of her hymen could not keep his body’s relentless assaults on them. It broke and she saw why they call it a cherry. There was a little pool of blood beneath her. Instead of panic, she felt strangely relaxed. What a mess, what a lovely little mess.

As she finished pleasuring herself, the car came to a stop. She heard her door open and felt a satin glove take her hand. “Come on, lover, there is no use struggling.” He said. 

As if she would, as if she could resist the curious erotic pull of her situation , as if she would run away from that sexy, sexy voice. She held his hand and followed him as if she were but a small child crossing the street, but of course she could see nothing but the blindfold against her eyes, taunting her in that she had no clue who the magnetic stranger who had so excited her was. The smell of flowers and luxury filled her nose as she walked with him. It was silly, but in the recesses of the same deep, dirty part of her that the situation had touched her in, she wanted it to be some dark alley. She wanted to be thrown down and used right then. Her need was so powerful, she wanted nothing else to get in the way, nothing else to stop it. 

She could hear the bustle of bellboys moving about and the sound of voices at a hotel bar. She didn’t think to shout or scream or declare she was being kidnapped, no,. she wanted this man to do whatever he desired to to her. She felt an incendiary shock rush through her vagina at the thought. She wanted desperately to be touched by him, really touched, to feel the satin gloves inside her. She heard the voice that drove her wild again. “Mendelson, room 280.” He told the desk clerk, who responded in a voice filled with hauteur. 

“Go on up, sir. I hope the room is to your liking?’ Mendelson…she knew the name somehow.

“Certainly.” Her captor responded. She made no move to tell the desk clerk that she had been kidnapped. The rational part of her mind was telling her that she should have screamed. But, no. That would mean losing the experience she anticipated so eagerly since the limo. She smiled just a little through her fear. She wanted this, she wanted it so badly. And as they went up the stairs, she could feel his hand subtly moving under her skirt, momentarily running through her exposed pubic hair. She moaned very lightly , about to beg for more, when he silenced her with a kiss. “Not yet, lover,” he whispered. Her enthusiasm was visible on her dress.

Then he opened a door and she felt herself being lain gently on a bed and then a series of kisses up and down her neck. “Please,” she begged him, “let me see you.”

“Not yet,” he said. She felt something soft and moist being wrapped around her hands. When the fragrance reached her nose, she knew what it was. The smell, the feeling of her juices drove her wild. She shifted on the bed, her curvaceous form full of ecstasy.

She then felt something smooth and silky being wrapped around her feet. It was a silk scarf, red as her hair and the blindfold over her eyes, but of course she didn’t know that, the sensation didn’t so much arouse as relax her, though there was a secret joy to being tied up, one that she didn’t understand at all, and didn’t care to. She didn’t know whether or not she wanted her freedom, but she knew for sure that she wanted whatever her captor had to give, no matter what it was. “Are we pleased?” asked the concealed man. 

“Yes,” she answered breathlessly, “help me.”

His lips touched her face oh so lightly, and then once more her neck. Then, his tongue followed suit. She quivered a little. His teeth worked the same spot but with care and precision that she had never felt in any man before. He knew that she liked the pain just a little and was careful not to hurt her too much. He kissed her once on each kneecap and then on the outer part of her thighs. He laughed softly she made a disappointed little noise, knowing exactly where she wanted him to go. Her removed her white stiletto heels so he could place tiny kisses on her ankles and the tops of her feet. She gave a gasp of delight and surprise when he drew her big toe into his mouth. She had never thought that it would feel good to have this part of her kissed and sucked on, but the nerve connecting to her clit was ablaze. He knew not to linger there for too long since she might be spent early. He gave meaningful little kisses to each one of her other toes and then, he reached up and removed her blindfold.

He looked up at her and she recognized him instantly. She knew him. She knew his dark brown puppy dog eyes, she knew his pink, feminine lips, his dark hair, and she knew the scar. She had stared at it the last time they conversed. Large and red, it dominated much of his face. It was from a car accident earlier in his life. His name was Edward Mendelson and he was a photographer. A hot new thing on the art scene, mostly a recluse, but he’d been forced to show up at the party by some of the local gallery personnel. They spoke for a long time about his photos, his erotic photography, mostly bondage photos. She noticed the serenity on the faces of the models even though they were bound. The passive-aggressive sexuality of being tied up. She blushed a bit, but she was brazen with her commentary. He invited her for a drink and they discussed the dynamics of bondage art. He was surprisingly shy and sensitive about showing his face. They had to sit at the darkest table in the restaurant 

“I’m sorry, lover,” he said, his voice . And that was the last thing she remembered. He had slipped something into the wine. tinged with a bit of silence. 

She smiled. In spite of it all, she was having the time of her life. “Bring your face up to mine.”

He complied and raised his face to hers. She placed a long kiss on the scar, ran her tongue along it. “You’re beautiful, lover,” she said to him. He crept up the bed and held her. She begged once more and he gave her exactly what they both wanted.



Red



Starting a new job in a new town is always filled with anxiety but after being on this job for a week my whole life changed. Hiring me to do be the inside maintenance and handy man for a very exclusive set of condominiums on the golf club was quite a step up considering the hotel work I did previously. Not to mention that I had been told, in no uncertain terms, that this was my last chance in the corporation as my attitude toward authority had not endeared me to the powers that be. But the manager here had requested me personally and she explained that probation was not to be shrugged off, one complaint and I was out. Treading on eggshells as they say...

There was nothing unusual about the work order I got to fix a leak under a kitchen sink, until I knocked on the door.

The lady who answered the door was 7’ tall, well I was standing a step down on the stoop, but all I saw when she opened the door was the largest set of mammalian glands in my memory, looking me straight in the eye. They were loosely tied into a scarf-like top knotted between and covering very little of their mass. Slowly panning up, my eyes finally focused on the devilishly grinning face of a woman framed in a curly, shoulder length mass of red hair. I was speechless! What I really wanted to do was bury my face between her globes however all I could do was stand there with my mouth hanging open. She was really enjoying my discomfort as she moved her hands to her hips and gave one of those silent chuckles. As my eyes followed her hands past her bare midriff to the low riding pair of jean cutoffs that were cut so high and worn so tight that strands of red hair were visible at her crotch.

Since my uniform ( a nice summer polo shirt with the complex logo and my first name embroidered on the pocket, tucked into a pair of khaki side pocket shorts that I had turned up for comfort ) gave her a big clue as to who I was and why I was there. 

She finally broke the spell by asking if I was there to fix the leak. Nodding my head with an inaudible “yes” she turned and told me to follow her to the kitchen. Not a problem! She really did stand near 6’ tall and towered over my 5 1/2 feet wearing clear plastic high heeled open toed sandals. Her condo kitchen was on the smallish side and she purposely bent from the waist to open the doors of the sink cabinet sticking her rear right into my crotch. She feigned an excuse but the expression on her face looking up at me showed the delight in my expanding discomfort. After pointing out the little pool of water she stood up and swung around mashing her chest into mine before backing up to let me inspect the problem. I set my tools down and started to crawl into the cabinet when she asked if I didn’t want to take off my nice new shirt so it would not get all wet and dirty. God was she playing me like a fiddle.

She told me her name was Amanda but everyone just called her Red. Full figured in the Jane Russell style would best describe her very well proportioned fortyish body. Long perfect legs like ivory columns filled my view as her hand reached out for the shirt I was about to lay on the floor. As I crawled under the sink, on my back, Red stood right beside me. She stood in front of the sink with her leg against me asking if I wanted her to turn on the water. 

“OK”, I said.

Beads of water oozing around the flange nut easily indicated the leak, but my attention was glued to the view of her lower torso through the cabinet door. None of the other residents had put on an erotic display like the one I was viewing...and it was definitely getting my full attention. 

Telling her that I found the problem, she turned off the water moving in such a way that caused her bare ankle to rub against my leg. Jolts of nervous electricity shot through my body causing me to instinctively jerk away from 

her touch. I am sure that I heard her giggle. 

To fix the leak, I had to roll over on my back again to reach up and tighten the trap nut, which brought our skin back into contact. The result of this touch and the way she kept moving was causing my entire body to become stimulated. Instantly obvious was the growing bulge in my shorts. To say I was mortified does not begin to describe my emotions. Crawling completely under the sink or rolling over on my stomach were not options, and the more we touched and the more I tried to make my growing erection go away the worse it became.

“Do you always have this kind of reaction to working on sinks?” she asked as she raised her foot and 

lightly tapped my obvious bulge with the sole of her shoe. 

This took me so completely by surprise that I pulled the curved pipe completely loose spilling the trapped water all over myself, a few drops of which landed on her foot. As I quickly extricated myself from under the cabinet my shorts rode up even higher causing my now full boner to push out the bottom of my jockeys. I am now laying on the floor, on my back, looking up at this woman who is towering over me trying to figure out wether to get mad, or scared, or what when she drops a dish towel on me telling me to use it to dry off. Holding her foot over my chest she asks me to wipe the drop of water from her foot. 

Carefully dabbing the droplets from a very shapely foot my anxiety level went off the scale. Sensing my discomfort and obvious attraction to her attention as I touched the towel to her foot it dropped to my chest. Slowly she let her foot drift down my stomach. Looking up at her, I could see her eyes follow her foot as it approached my shorts. Lifting her foot from my abdomen and bringing it down on my thigh, just at the tip of my now throbbing cock. Then she looked me straight in the eye and tapped the tip of my now exposed and aching erection. 

“Do you always put on this kind of show?” she asked. 

Immediately reaching to rearrange myself my hand was blocked by her foot. 

“Don’t even think about covering up such a marvelous sight” she went on “I love it when a man shows his feelings in such a graphic manner”. “Now what I want you to do so that I do not have to call the management is to slip off those wet shorts and briefs so that I can put them in my dryer while you clean up this mess and fix my leak” her voice calm, yet very firm. Hesitating in complete shock, her heel dug into my thigh asking what I did not understand. “Are you going to strip so that I can really enjoy watching you fix this situation” her hand reaching for the phone on the wall “or do I call your boss?” Removing her foot from my leg and resting her butt on the edge of the counter she started to push a button on the phone as I quickly undid my belt and button pushing my shorts and briefs down rapidly. “That’s better” she announced, as my cock sprang up in salute. 

Grabbing my clothes as they cleared my feet she left for the dryer without another word. I am left sitting on her kitchen floor wearing only sneakers and socks trying to figure out what I could possibly have done to get in this situation. Returning in less than a minute she was again standing over me, hands on hips, silently gloating at my discomfort. Again her foot came up as I watched in seeming slow motion the toe slide under and lifted the towel level with my face. When I grabbed the towel my body wanted to roll over to hide my aching hardness but again she stopped me telling me not to spoil her show.

“Are you married?” she asked, once again leaning back against the counter. 

Answering her questions in rapid succession, no, not married; yes I have a small place here in the compound that comes with the job; no, I haven’t been here long enough to find a girl friend - which got all the mess cleaned up. 

Fortunately, I had not broken the pipe, just pulled the joint apart; so it was just a matter of reassembly and tightening but my heart was racing so badly causing my hands to fumble with every piece. Red very lightly placed her foot on my errant pole asking with a chuckle if there was anything she could do to help. My body froze as her shoe slid up and down my shaft ever so lightly. 

“Your not working” she chided, “does that mean you like my help?” “Maybe this will be better “ as she dug the heel of that plastic shoe into my chest so that her foot could slip out of the strap, leaving the shoe laying on my heaving stomach as her long bare toes went back to work on my cock. 

My world was literally spinning as all the visual and physical-stimulating sensations whirled around in my head. That pressure indicating an impending eruption from my cock was making itself felt. Then she stopped. Slipping her foot back into her shoe she placed both feet on the floor and once again reached for the phone. My heart stopped and my breathing ceased as her fingers punched in a number. Nudging me with her foot and tilting her head toward the sink indicating I should get back to finish my job I heard her ask for my boss. God, how I wanted to jump up and grab that phone out of her hand. When she came on Red explained to her what a great job I was doing and was it all right if I did a couple of other small jobs for her while at her place. 

“She says your mine as long as I need you” Her voice giggling as she hung up the phone, “and I like knowing you are all mine!” “Now finish fixing that pipe so I can play with you some more” she ordered. 

Sitting on the edge of the counter her foot continued to tap my shaft bouncing it up and down while I tried as hard as I could to reassemble the trap... Finally tightening the last joint I started to slide out when her foot went to my chest again telling me to stay in there while she turned on the water again for a test. Never in my life have I felt so utterly out of control, so sexually excited, and so anxious about my next move as I was at that moment. Satisfied that the fix was a success she told me to stay where I was while she rewarded my work. 

With that off came her shoes so those toes could envelop my pressure filled shaft and with several quick strokes she had me gushing cum all over my stomach and chest. “Now you can come out” she ordered again, not moving from her perch on the counter. Don’t you want to kiss the feet that just brought you such pleasure?” she asked as my face was now directly under her soles. Not even believing my actions I put my lips on the bottom of her foot and starting kissing for all it was worth. When she was satisfied with the first, she brought the other to my mouth and I repeated the homage. Trust me when I say that I have never been, dreamed, thought, imagined, or fantasized about such behavior in my life. This was never part of my game plan. Being in control and directing my desires had always been part of the regimen. But now here I was kissing the feet of a woman at least ten years my senior, that I had not known an hour ago, acting in a fashion I had never experienced, and I think liking it, and hating liking it all at the same time. The fact that I was not only acceding to her wishes but doing it without argument or discussion was mind boggling. 

Dropping another towel in my lap she stepped off the counter and walked out of the kitchen telling me to clean up, take off my shoes and socks and to bring her shoes into the living room. And I did, like I was in a trance. Completely mesmerized by this woman’s captivating actions my body followed her to a bar at the far end of the room where she slid onto a barstool, pointed to the floor telling me to put her shoes there and pour her a white wine from the bottle in the bar cooler. And I did. When I handed her the wine she told me to drink a glass of water. And I did. Trying to regain my composure as the liquid ran down my throat was short lived. Red beckoned me to a spot on the floor in front of the barstool. 

“You’ll be more comfortable on your knees,” she said.

Sinking to my knees my eyes fixed on her lips as she started to tell me about her deceased husband who had been 15 years her senior and how she had learned to control him. Seeing how excited her body had gotten me brought back all of those feelings. Telling me how totally turned on she was by all this was not really necessary as the darkness of her denim shorts at her crotch gave away her excitement. 

Placing a foot on each of my shoulders Red started to verbally think through how our situation was going to resolve itself. Totally startled by the next order “Stick out your tongue” “Oh my yes that will do nicely,” she said as her toe touched and ran its length. Placing her feet on the floor after a few strokes of my cock she told me to unfasten and remove her shorts. Standing directly over me as my hands fumbled at the button and zipper she laughed at my nervousness telling me I had just stumbled into a situation that I would come to love. With her legs spread the job of getting the shorts down her legs was purposefully difficult. Finally stepping over me giving my cock another good bounce the shorts slid down her legs as she stepped out of them and on me again. 

Resting her firm derriere on the edge of the barstool, her legs straddled my head coming to rest on my shoulders. Bending forward her hand reached behind my head pulling me toward that moist, fragrant valley framed in an abundance of red hair. Here was a task that I knew how to handle, and I did. 

Her climax came quickly and very quietly. Sensing her stomach muscles quivering while her breathing became deeper and faster until those marvelous thighs clamped my head in a vise-like grip. It was her elbows firmly resting on the bar that kept her from falling on me as her head rolled back while the muscles of her abdomen ceased their spasmodic contractions. Trying to look past those large heaving breasts I saw her head finally roll forward as her legs squeezed even tighter. The green of her eyes glowed as they began to refocus on mine. 

“Did I hurt you?” she asked almost apologetically as her legs instantly relaxed their grip on my head.

Saying that I was fine, we held that position for what seemed like forever just staring at each other while our minds were busy trying to sort the feelings being shared into proper prospective.

After a few moments rest she started issuing orders at a fairly rapid rate. While undoing her top she tossed it to me telling me to put those in the laundry basket in the dressing room and bring her a robe from the bathroom door and also to wipe myself clean with a washcloth on the way.

Returning from this mission I stood and with the robe clinched in my hand held it out for her to take... With just a look of sternness from those intense eyes I was instantly aware that something was wrong. It took just a few seconds for me to realize that I was to help her on with the robe, which I did... As she was tying the belt her glance and head movement indicated that she wanted me in front of her again on my knees... 

Now that my cock was no longer aching and standing at attention and my nudity was causing less embarrassment, I was almost ready to rebel. Sensing this, her foot went straight for my cock.

“Frank (my name from the shirt)” she said. “Was there some part of what just occurred that you did not enjoy?” And as I started to formulate a response she went on “You have never let a woman control you before have you?” 

Her foot had now brought my flagging member back on the road to attention.

“And now you are wanting to regain control of this situation, Right?” her soft voice almost dripping with honey as she dropped her foot to the floor and stood right in front of me... 

My mind was spinning, how could she know what I was thinking before the thought came to me? , not to mention that once she touched me the need for control was rapidly decreasing.

Putting her hands on my shoulders, with just a slight pressure I went down to my knees. 

“You have a pager on your tool belt, right”? she asked. I dumbly nodded. “And I can page you at any time, right?” Again I nodded. 

Tilting her head and with a look that did not really focus it was evident that she was formulating a plan... Resting back on the barstool she brought one foot up to my shoulder and crossed the other leg so her foot was brushing the side of my head. Her robe fell away to reveal legs that looked a mile long from my vantage point. Our silence was deafening. My head instinctively rolled toward her foot and pushed against the soft skin of her instep. Our eyes were looking at each other but she seemed to be looking through me. Finally she uncrossed the one leg bringing the foot across my face, pushing against my nose, then down hard on my chin, pushing a little harder forcing my head back. Reaching back my hands fell to the carpet keeping me from falling over.

“Now I really like that position” she said resting her feet on my chest. 
“That’s it” pausing and thinking, she said “ when I page you, come here as fast as you can, let yourself in with your pass key; you do have a pass key?” she paused. I nodded. “Drop your clothes at the door and present yourself just as you are in this very spot.”

Once again she started playing with my cock which seemed unflagable during this discourse. 

Now she asked “Frank, would you like to be my sex slave, my plaything, and be treated as you have been today until we can figure out our exact rolls?” “You will do everything I say, with no argument, and treat me as you would a queen.”

My mind was reeling. Nearing another orgasm and looking up at the face that could belong to a queen, but wanting to run for my life and get back in control, yet loving every touch, every feeling, and knowing that up to this point in my life I have never had these kinds of feelings . Exploding with an orgasm greater than the first, my cock answered her question. Silently, I think as a test, she raised her cum covered foot up toward my head. Reaching out with my hand I brought it to my mouth and licked and sucked and kissed all the cloudy liquid away from her skin... 

These feet were going to rule my life. Lying beneath this gorgeous woman caused sensations within me that I never knew were possible. Beating so hard that its rhythmical throbbings were almost audible, my heart gave away my true feelings. 

Still my inner self wanted to know how all this was happening, but my straining cock and satiated sex drive left no doubt that this was not a situation from which to turn away. Rapidly agreeing to all her terms, she reached down and pulled me to my feet and hugged me so tight that air was forced from my lungs. Grabbing my cock she pulled me to the bedroom, literally throwing me on the bed and mounting me in one smooth controlled motion. Urging me not to cum, she rode me like a horse at full gallop. Knowing that she was having orgasm upon orgasm I bucked and moved to her rhythm. When she slowed, usually only to catch her breath, my motions stopped. Slowly she would start moving up, down, back and forth, accelerating with each motion until her climax would cause a tenseness, ceasing in contractions that sometimes caused me concern about how much pressure my cock could endure before being squeezed in half.

Pulling down on her breasts as I thrust upwards with her hands holding mine firmly in place her final orgasm must have alerted the entire complex as to the nature and magnitude of our tryst. Shouting at me and beating upon my chest for me to come, I did, with a force I have never felt in my life. She collapsed in my arms. Our chests were heaving against themselves. Our mouths gaping for air closed on each other with complete abandon. 

Once we returned to near normalcy she pulled off and away from me with the kind of expression that says ‘who are you and why are we here’ .. Setting me straight she explained that this was not to be expected as a normal part of our new pact. Blowing it off as a reaction to the moment and her long period of abstinence she ordered me to follow her to the shower. Having me kneel in the tub so that I could soap and scrub every inch of her fair freckled skin, she directed each of my movements until she was totally relaxed and glowing. Telling me to rinse off and towel her dry, she stepped out of the tub. Laying on my back against the cold tile floor drying the bottoms of those talented toes she told me that she had work to do and for me to dress, leave and await a page.




Red



Being cut off and thrown out like the leftovers was all new to me. Wanting to regain control of my feelings and emotions on one hand but knowing that I really liked what had happened, not wanting it to stop on the other, I did as ordered.

All I could do the rest of the day was reflect on the morning and look at my pager as if that would make it hail my return to Red.

Shelly, the manager, caught me during my afternoon rounds to tell me that “Red” had called complimenting her on hiring a very professional and competent staff. 

Pressing me for the details of my efforts while there and jokingly chiding me with doing something above and beyond normal maintenance because, as she put it, “that lady is impossible to please!”.. Giving me that ‘are you sure’ look ending the conversation she urged me to keep up the good work.

The pager went off about ten that evening. Laying in my skivvies, watching television, I jumped into my shorts and shirt like a fireman going to an alarm. Heart pounding, head reeling, I raced for her door, let myself in, stripped and rounded the corner to find her mixing a drink at the bar. Just as my hands reached for the floor in the prescribed position Red rounded the bar and playfully kicked my cock and balls as she settled on the bar stool. Dressed to kill in a black dress, patterned black hose, and high heels with the thin straps that laced over her foot and around her ankle barely holding them to her foot. Framing her head was the mane of red hair. Twinkling eyes and the smiling upturned large mouth with full soft red lips looked down at me with glee. 

Explaining that she had just come from a boring evening of boring food and boring people, she placed a foot on my chest and told me to remove the shoe. As I untied the knot and gently unwrapped the strap from around her ankle, my eyes ventured up the patterned black leg, past the dress to look directly into her face. Raising her foot from my chest I brought the sole of the shoe to my mouth and kissed it as it slid from her foot. Holding her foot before my face my lips paid homage to its entirety. I found myself rubbing my face against the silky hose. She finally, gently drew the foot away replacing it with the other one telling me it needed the same attention.



Red



March rains fell hard, as I stood in front of my church. Preacher Ned was waiting for me. Out of desperation, I had called him, telling him that I needed to talk. With his smooth cultured voice, he told me to come by his office at church sometime late afternoon. 

The cold rain soaked me to the bone. I purposefully stood there, letting it pelt me. I had become a blue flame that sweltered with every breath, leaving ash and cinder in its wake. But the driving rain did naught to quell the heat. I wish that I could have blamed it on my southern fire and brimstone Baptist blood. My flame was fevered, but not in a reverend way.

I hesitated at the church door, wondering if a bolt of lightning would strike me if I entered. I felt a sharp stab of fear shoot throw me. What if I was beyond salvation, cursed by God to live in this eternal private hell? I suddenly remembered Mrs. Brown and Mr. Dickens. Both had been fornicating with each other for over 20 years. The whole community knew about it, yet both of them sat proudly in church despite the fact that a huge red "A" hung around their necks.

Stepping over the threshold, I shivered. Long brown strands of hair clung to my neck like ropes. My red silk dress clung like a second skin to my supple body. My erect nipples pointed the way to the Preacher's office. I knocked timidly on the door. His booming voice bade me to enter. Taking a deep breath I did.

"Heavens to Betsy! Veta, you are soaked." He towered over me, as I stood before him in painted on silk, red as stolen passion. I was shaking from being wet and from the fire that burned coldly inside me.

Preacher Ned disappeared into his private bathroom. I was looking out the window, when he returned. A bolt of lightning struck a tree, when he placed a hot hand on my arm. I felt the electricity clinging in the air.

"Veta, here's a towel. What brings you out in a storm like this, dear child?" My green eyes fumed with a secret. I didn't take the towel he offered. I preferred the cold, because I felt at home with in. Wasn't ice so cold it could burn you? I imagine hell to be like that.

"Forgive me, Preacher but I have sinned." I looked out the window, waiting for the lightning.

"Why...Veta...couldn't this have waited until the alter call on Sunday?" He leaned against his desk. My eyes caught the straining of fabric at his crotch.

"No, it couldn't wait Preacher. If I don't get some spiritual relief, I'm going to do it again." I never knew silk could be so clingy when it was wet.

"Well child, tell me what you did that was so sinful."

"I fucked my sister's fiancé this morning. He dropped by to see if she wanted to get breakfast, but she had to work and wasn't home. I answered the door in my red satin robe. Tell me Preacher, do you think the color red is sin incarnate?"

"Veta, I've never thought of it before. Red is just a color to me. Why did you have impure relations with your sister's chosen one?"

"Because, when he looked at me in my red robe I knew he could see the outline of my breasts. His eyes told me he wanted to suck my nipples through the fabric, to wrap his hands around my breasts...like this, Preacher." I cupped my breasts. 

Preacher Ned pulled at his pants, adjusting the tension in his crotch. It was a subconscious move that I was very conscious of.

"Red makes me do crazy things, Preacher Ned. Once I fucked the mailman, right there at our mailbox. I leaned over it with my ass in the air and he took me behind. He squealed when he came. I was wearing a red tank to and a mini skirt that day. It was summer and so hot. I felt the sweat on his balls as he pumped in and out of me."

His voice was almost a whisper, as he said, "Veta!"

"Dean took me in the foyer. He opened his fly, pulled out his short fat cock and pushed me back onto the floor. He bit my nipple as he rammed it inside me. I bit my lip until it bled to keep from screaming as I came all over his cock. He pulled out and left his spunk on my thighs. It's still there, Preacher, unless the rain washed it away."

"My Lord, Veta! We need to pray, child. Salvation is yours. Ask and you will be forgiven. Our lord is merciful."

"It's not me, Preacher. It's Red...the color Red. Somehow it's become sin embodied. There's only one way that I can find redemption." I unzipped my red silk dress and let it fall to the floor. I was naked underneath. "Fuck me, Preacher. Banish the red sin that clings to me."

"I can't do that, Veta." He stood up. There was no hiding his hard cock. But instead of taking me, he turned his back to me. I knew I was doomed at that moment.

Quietly, I pulled my wet dress back on. When the sound of the zipper going up screamed in the silence of the room, he turned back to me. "Let's pray, Veta."

I smiled politely, "No Preacher. I'm beyond prayers. But thanks for the offer." I walked out of his office, ran out of the church and into the rain. I stood in the rain, waiting for the lightning bolt. It never came. But many did later.