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Serendipity

By: sachemdom



The rain is pounding down, making a dark evening even more melancholy. You run into the grocery store with your jacket over your head, shielding you from the downpour. The water splashes up from puddles onto your bare legs, and the rain is soaking your short skirt and the bottom of your white top. As you near the door you run headlong into another moving body, one who has sensed that you were there and reached out to soften the impact. A hand accidentally lands on one of your ample breasts while I place the other on your arm. Your momentum carries you further into me and I feel your body pressed against mine, for a brief instant, and smell the wonderful fragrance that you are wearing. We look at each other, as you pull away, with my hand still on your breast, embarrassed at first but then with a palpable attraction for each other. I release your bosom and say, "Hi, my name is Dean. How do you like me so far," trying to relieve the tension. You smile and look down coyly, then back at me and reply "I'm Denise, and so far…so good!" over emphasizing the last word. I pick up on your inflection and become bolder, "I was just going for a drink at the restaurant next door, would you care to join me?" I can see your mind processing the various scenarios, sensing something about me that you cannot pin down…something appealing yet different…something that scares but compels you as well. You feel drawn to answer; "Well, I guess I can do my shopping later," and I lead you to the restaurant and a booth near the back.

You sit opposite me, not wanting to appear too eager but the tingling between your legs belies the demeanour that you are attempting to portray. Our conversation is superficial for I certainly know what my motives are and I perceive that I am not alone in those thoughts. Your lips quiver when I look into your eyes and I can see that you are fidgeting on your seat, as the wetness from your pussy seeps out and soaks your panties. You still cannot place what it is that intimidates you, but you love the manner in which I look at you, a combination of lust and admiration. In your present state of semi-awareness, you knock over your drink and it spills a little onto my pants, and I stand up. We both reach for the napkins that are there and our hands touch. You have the napkins in your hand and I simply take yours and guide it to the wet spot on my pants…. just beside my cock. Your face reddens but then you bravely say, "It's a good thing that I didn't spill more on you, I would feel obligated to do something about it." I move your small hand to the bulge in my pants and simply say, "Don't let the fact that my pants are dry, stop you." 

Your hand rubs my bulge briefly and then you quickly pull it away, not truly knowing what you are feeling. You want this badly but you still are uncertain about me. I sit down but not opposite you, this time I move to the bench that you are sitting on and just wait. You look at me and then slide over, realizing that your pussy is now providing you with advice. I seat myself beside you and turn to gaze at your beautiful face as you again feel pulsing between your legs. I reach down and slowly caress your smooth leg, moving from the top of it to your inner thigh. You open your legs for me, granting me easier access between your legs and purr as my hand makes it's slow ascent to your pussy….slowly, gently stroking your inner leg, feeling the smooth skin as it moves to your soaked panties. When I reach them and feel how wet they are I know the truth, you want this badly. I maneuver inside to feel your pussy directly and the nectar that I know I will taste soon. You jump as I slide a finger onto your clit and coo gently as I rub it. The juice from your pussy makes the stroking of your clit effortless and allows me to slide a little deeper inside.

As you sit back and open your legs wider, I drop below the table to get closer to your wetness. I lift your ass and you move with me willingly, as I slide your panties down and off your legs, and pull your ass to the front of the bench. You pull the front of your skirt up a little and look around wondering if anyone can see and notice a man who appears to be watching at the far end of the bar. This thought distracts you and you are suddenly surprised to feel my tongue flicking across your clit as two fingers slowly fuck you. Your eyes close briefly and then look at the far end of the bar, wondering if the other man can truly see this… the thought excites yet terrifies you. He is still there looking directly at you, but now, is it attraction or can he tell that my tongue is rushing over your clit, tasting your juices? Can he see that my fingers are slipping deeper into your pussy, stroking your g-spot with each return to the outside. Is he just staring into space or can he tell by the look on your face that you are enraptured in this moment, feeling the quivering of your pussy as you feel your impending orgasm. My tongue darts faster across your tiny button as my fingers begin a methodical pounding, fast and hard, into the deepest nook of your chamber. You try to keep your eyes on the stranger at the far end but can no longer do so. You feel your pussy tightening and me finger fucking you harder and faster. The pace increases both on your clit and inside your cunt…faster and harder.

It is all you can do to keep from moaning out loud but one escapes and briefly you return to reality and look to see that the stranger at the end of the bar is gone. You no longer care…he could be standing right beside you and you are still going to cum. You sense the impending coital explosion as your pussy clamps around the fingers that continue to pound into you. You close your eyes, the sensation swelling from between your legs and bursting through your entire body. You begin to cum and you fly away with the eruption, as your juices flow around my fingers and out to the open air. My tongue is lapping up your trickling nectar and my fingers continue a slow fucking of your pussy. You begin to return to your body but suddenly my stroking of your inner pussy walls and your g-spot blows you away to yet another climax, this one ever more intense, as I purposely stroke your soft inner spot. You are bucking on the bench now, uncaring of the public spectacle that you may be, wanting just to continue on this cloud of hedonistic delight. Your pussy grinds against my fingers…your breathing is short and loud…your mind is a fog, wondering how I could have this hold over you.

Finally, I slow and remove my fingers and reappear beside you. I place my fingers to your lips and you suck them into your mouth quickly, relishing the wonderful nectar that I had just savoured. I remove them and your mouth immediately clamps onto mine, your tongue exploring mine immediately, as our lips are pressed tightly together. Our bodies press against each other and you reach for my cock wanting to feel how stiff you have made it. It is rock hard and you stroke it firmly through my pants. You whisper, "I want to return the favour and begin to slip beneath the table, but I pull you back up and you look disappointed. "You will, but not here. I have other things in mind for you," words that sound ominous and you pale a little. "Do you trust me?" I ask purposely. Your first inclination, regardless of how you feel is to say no, but something, magical and elusive, makes you reply, just one word "Yes." The word slips out and you wonder why you said it, it is not what you wanted to say but again you look at me and realize that there is a dominance that I possess, and you need to be owned by me.

I leave the money for our drinks and escort you out through the empty kitchen to the alley behind the restaurant. It has stopped raining but the trickling of water can be heard as it drips from various spots on the roof above. I bring you to a small alcove, still easily seen with an overhead light casting down on us. I pin you to the brick wall, my hand over your breast squeezing it hard. You look around, aware of the traffic on the nearby street, certain that a stopping car will see us, but not caring. Your mouth moves to mine but I simply ignore your action and kiss your neck instead. You lift your neck to allow easier movements and when you do, I pull away and unbutton your top, exposing your breasts cupped in your black lace bra. I reach inside one of the cups and remove your breast and begin to pinch your nipple firmly.

The sheer eroticism of the moment has you captivated but you feel that I could do anything with or to you and you would not object. When you are least prepared, I move my lips to yours and kiss you deeply. My tongue darts in and out of your mouth, as your tongue tries to follow. My fingers pinch your nipple harder and I grind my pelvis against yours. Our tongues play together as my hand moves from your nipple and is replaced by my mouth. I lift your skirt and slide my hand between your legs, which you immediately open wider. I feel your wet pussy and then remove my fingers and unbutton my jeans, as my teeth bite down onto your nipple. You throw your head back and moan in a combination of pleasure and pain. My pants are undone and I finish with a harder bite on your nipple and you let out a small cry. I lift my head and place my hands on your shoulders and push you down to your knees. It is not violent but forceful and you respond in a manner that you would never have believed.

You suck my cock whole, deep down your throat as you feel the power pulsing through it into your mouth. I reach behind your head and push you back against the wall with my body until you can do nothing but swallow the entire length. I hold your head and force you to alternate between shallow sucking and deep-throating my cock. My mastery over you is mesmerizing and you easily fall into the pattern that my hands direct of your mouth. "Bite it when you take it deep" I tell you and you respond as you are told. "Suck it harder on the head" and you willingly want to please me. Why, you do not know but are beginning to understand it a little more clearly. Your fellatio continues for minutes until you can almost feel the pressure building in my cock; my pace quickens and you suck harder, wanting me to explode in your mouth. My hands on your head, your mouth wrapped around my cock while I fuck your mouth…this is like a sensuous dream to you. You are experiencing it and seeing it at the same time, realizing that this is to be your destiny. A low moan escapes my lips and I hold your head tightly, keeping my cock lodged deep in your mouth and my cum erupts into your mouth and splashes down your throat. You gulp and then lick my cock to clean it, sucking it up and down, making it stay erect, and I wait, making you finish. 

I lift you to your feet and make you turn around by simply pushing your shoulder towards the wall. You lean forward against the cold, wet brick and feel my hand lifting your skirt and then caressing your ass. You lean back into my grasp wanting more and then you feel it for the first time. WHACK! - as my hand lands squarely on your ass cheek.

This is what you sensed before, the mystery that was drawing you. The possible intrigue of a relationship that pushes your boundaries to places that you always wanted to go, but were unguided. To experience things that were, in the past, dark and forbidden, but now only offer unbridled gratification. You cannot help but moan with delight realizing that you are possibly giving me license to do with you whatever I choose. You lean your ass back even further and let my hand slide between your legs opening your pussy and then feel my cock enter you. It slides in easily and you lean forward further so that you can feel it deeper in you. My hand holds your hips, pulling them to me with each powerful thrust into your pussy. You do the best you can to brace yourself against the wall…being pushed so forcefully from behind.

Your eyes are closed and you hear the rain dripping down on the ground below you… keeping beat to the fucking that you are getting. You try to look back at me knowing that just a glance of me fucking you will draw you to the climax that you want to experience again. You just catch a blur of movement as I continue to fuck you and occasionally spank your soft ass. The noise of the spanking reverberates through the alley and sounds like gunfire to you. It is so loud that you are certain that it must be drawing attention, but no one comes. You concentrate on the continual movement of my cock in you. The culmination of your ride of indulgence is nearing and the warmth is spreading over you. Your limbs become like jelly, and you can barely stand as the intense fucking continues. Then, it sweeps over you…emanating from your pussy out through your body as you collapse against the wall and feel me still deep in you. I let up a bit but fuck you deep if not as hard, allowing my cock the pleasure of being squeezed by your contractions. Finally, it too bursts and you feel the ooze of my cum dripping down the inside of your legs. You feel my weight against you pressing you to the wall…my breath in your ear. I pull myself back up and you move with me. 

You turn to me not knowing what to say...what to expect…how to act. How can you tell me that this is what you have always dreamed of…but never knew? How do you tell me that you need more…but don't want to lose control? How can you possibly have me understand that you may have crossed into my world…and then, ask yourself, 'would he want me in it'? All you can say is "WOW" as you straighten your skirt and brush your hair with your hand. Your legs are still weak and you can barely stand on them and you look at me for some kind of recognition that I enjoyed it as much as you had. My answer is a smile and a soft kiss on the lips…brief and leaving you wanting more. I take your hand and ask if you need to finish your shopping now or "would you prefer to come for dinner at my place?" You try to be detached with your answer and look at your watch, as though there was someplace you would rather be. But, you look at my face and see that I am not misled, and simply answer, "What are you serving?" and then laugh. "Poptarts and cheese curls…is that enough?" as I take your hand and lead you to an evening of limitless gratification and profound pleasure.

Serendipity



This is a work of fiction. All characters are not real and any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. This work was inspired by my chat with a lovely muse in Live Chat at Literotica.com. You know who you are and ... thank you very much... kisses & hugs. I would love to hear from you to help make me a better writer - Venus.

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It was a warm, humid Saturday. I was sitting in front of my computer completely engrossed in my work. Due to the warmth, I had shed all my clothes. Until I heard a movement behind me and felt a pair of cool hands on my shoulders. "Hi there!" I turned around to look. It was my friend Tammi. I tried to cover myself, but too late.

I had known Tammi for a few years now, before she had moved to North Carolina. We did keep in touch, by e-mail and telephone. I was delighted to hear that she was coming to Northern Virginia and ecstatic when she decided to spend the Memorial day weekend with me. At 5'8" with a 36C-24-38 figure, a warm smile that lit up her eyes and long hair all the way down to her chest, Tammi was a sight for sore eyes. With her down-to-earth laid back nature and sense of humor, she was able to make friends easily. I had been looking forward to weekend. We had spent Friday visiting various clubs, dancing the night away. We set out to the beach early Saturday morning to get some sun and catch up. 

We got back around 4 that afternoon, tired but in great spirits. I had suggested that Tammi should take a nap, just get back some energy. We had plans to go out again that night and visit some friends. She had taken my suggestion and gone to sleep in the guest bedroom. I had then decided to follow-up on some work that I had brought home. This was 3 hours ago, and I had lost track of time.

Tammi was wearing a cut-off tank-top and a g-string. That she was not wearing a bra was obvious, her perky nipples were visible through her top. I was embarrassed by lack of clothing, but Tammi did not appear perturbed. She had a look of mischief in her eyes. She said, "You know, I have always wanted to see how those tiny tits of yours feel. I have also fantasized about feeling your smooth shaved pussy with my tongue." I was speechless. She seductively pulled her tank top off revealing her beautiful pair. She rubbed her hands over her nipples, making them like two brown little points. She bent down, her mouth slightly open and kissed me on my mouth. As I opened my mouth to let her tongue in, she probed my mouth with her hot tongue. I could feel her quickening breath on my face. The inevitable happened, I could not control myself any longer. I got up from my chair, and taking her hand in mine, I led her to my bed. 

I pushed her down on the bed gently, kissing her ear lobe, whispering how I would love to make love to her. Closing her eyes, Tammi replied, "Fuck me baby, fuck me with your pussy.." Needing no further invitation, I kissed her breasts, biting a nipple, sucking on it, playing with wet tongue. She responded with a moan. Sensing her need, I moved further down, tracing a line from her nipple to her navel with my tongue. I paused, playing with her navel, tugging at her navel ring. I moved to the foot of the bed, grabbing her g-string with my teeth. As I started to roll it down, she thrust her ass upward allowing me to take the panties right down to her feet. I could taste the wetness in her panties and a sweet musky aroma rising from her pussy. I noticed she had freshly shaved her pussy, with just a landing strip pointing the way to heaven. After I dropped the panties off, I took her left foot and began to suck on her toes. As I ran my tongue on the sole of her foot, Tammi was moaning with pleasure. I climbed on to the bed, still playing with her foot. I positioned myself carefully and thrust her big toe into my wet pussy. 

Tammi got the hint and let her toe explore me. I took her right foot and started to massage my clit with her toes. Realizing what was coming soon, she moved the big toe of right foot into my pussy. Once her toe was soaked with cum, she placed her toe against my ass cheeks. I used my hands to spread my ass cheeks, allowing her toe to enter my anal hole. As I moved up and down, faster and faster, she matched the rhythm with her feet. I began to rub my clit with my fingers to heighten the sensation. 

I noticed that Tammi was using her fingers to stimulate herself. I felt a shiver run up my spine, as my pussy muscles tightened around her toe. I came forcefully, with my cum on her toes. I heard her imploring, "Please baby, don't let that juice go to waste. I need a drink too." I got off the bed, still feeling my cum flowing down my thighs. I climbed over her face, allowing her tongue to invade my pussy and lick the cum off me. I bent forward and slid my tongue along with her finger. As she came close to her climax, I found myself enslaved by her smooth legs. A moment later she came, releasing her cum into my tongue. When I freed myself, I lay down on her. When we kissed, we could taste each other cum, while our pussy lips kissed each other, wet on wet, our cum mixing together. 

We looked at each other and kissed again, as a prelude to the wonderful long weekend.



Serendipity



The long auburn locks spilled down over her shoulders as she emerged out of the crystal clear pool under the full moon. The light glistened across her pale skin, accenting her curves the way no man-created light ever could. He couldn't help but watch the creature, the stunning beauty as she bathed in the hot springs, out in the middle of nowhere. 

It mattered not how they came to be at this place at the same time, only that he had found his prey, and she stood, a doe in the silvery light of the moon, unawares. His steel blue gaze watched from a goodly distance away, but he'd cross it in a heart beat, he needed only to bide his time.

She turned, her profile visible, the supple curves shadowed under the trees as the rays danced over her unmarked flesh. Hazel eyes lifted as she drew the auburn hair in one mass over her far shoulder. She gazed right at him, those eyes piercing into his soul, and yet she didn't even flinch. He'd been caught watching her, and she hadn't moved. What game was this?

He stepped out of the bush he was standing in, the simple breeches and shirt framing his form. Feathers of grey touched his temples; he looked so exquisite there, dark hair and blue eyes watching her. She spoke no words, but turned to face him, full on, the tuft of auburn curl at the vee of her thighs hiding the fertile mound below. Her breasts were full, and nipples taut dark pink nubs that pointed forward with every slow breath.

A moment later, her body moved forward, the snake of water rippling behind her as she drifted out unencumbered onto the grassy beach. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge, one he could not ignore. The beast standing before him was beyond stunning. He must have her. Her hips swayed, lazy figure-eights as she walked towards him unabashed. The creamy skin of her breasts was perfect; he wanted to maul them, to claim them, to feel them under his calloused fingers. And he would.

When she was no more than a dozen paces, her body dropped to the ground on all fours. She covered the last paces in a languid crawl. Her shoulders lifted and fell like a panther on the prowl; wild, unadulterated feline nature exuded from her very being. He turned with her, watching her move, the globes of her buttox gleaming in the moonlight. Every moment that passed made his lust swell, and the bulge in his pants echo in response.

Tugging at the strings of his shirt a moment before pulling it over his head, his eyes never left her body. He was about to claim the beast that stalked him, as though he were the prey and not she. The low growl emitted from his chest filled the air and she sunk lower to the ground in response. The swell of her breasts brushed the grass carpet below her, her hips lifting higher. He could smell the scent of her in the still air around them.

His chest was broad, muscular but not too defined. There was power in his arms, and she watched him unlace his breeches to relieve the intense pressure on his groin. He stepped towards her, aggressive, and then lunged before she could react.

He pinned her back to his chest, his knees to either side of her calves as his arm looped about her stomach, holding her to him. His growl was more gutteral and she cried out in response, struggling for only a moment before he settled in to his rightful place over her. Her head whipped around, hazel eyes flecked with amber and green glaring at him defiantly. Not a word slipped from her lips, though, instead, she arched her back, pressing up to him as he held her firmly. He could feel the round plush globes of her butt pressed against his groin as she arched, and he reciprocated, grinding against her as his free hand slid up to draw over the underside of her breast. His fingers drew upwards, finding a nipple and pinching it before tugging down forcing a moan from that exquisite throat of hers.

He tugged her tight to him, knowing if he waited much longer to claim her, she'd begin to fight it, the lust clearing from her mind. He growled again, their bodies dangerously matched as his hips ground to her shapely butt. He rose up over her, the hand on her breast sliding up to her back, pushing her shoulders down to the ground possessively. She complied, hands resting to either side of her even as his fingers raked down over her back, leaving red lingering welts on her buttermilk skin. He tugged his breeches open, exposing the thick shaft and let out a groan of desire as the heated flesh lay against her cool rear end. She gasped at the sensation of the his length against her, and lifted her hips in response. The beast wanted it, he had to take her before it was too late.

Wedging one leg between her thighs, he felt between them, gliding along the folds there. He dipped his fingers in, testing just how wet she was and found to his lust-filled delight, that she was sodden. She moaned when he teased along her sensative nub, gently stroking it. His other hand drew along the curve of her hip, gripping her there. The fingers exploring his prize reluctantly freed themselves and gripped his shaft. The head of his cock nestled up between the folds, finding the source of her moisture. With a grunt, he pressed himself up inside of her, claiming her fully. They moaned in unison, getting used to each other as he wedged himself in to the hilt.

He lingered a moment within her, before drawing out to start the fearsome thrusts within her, taking her for his pleasure. Digging his fingers into her hips, he rammed up inside her, every moan and gasp echoing from her soft lips driving him on further. His head rolled back and he groaned, forcing himself to slow for a moment. He was going to spend himself far too soon. A growl ripped from his chest as he gave in and resumed the hard thrusts, unable to contain himself.

Her hair was spilled against the grass, her fingers curled tight with the blades pushing up between them. Every thrust was met with a grunt and a moan from her as he drove the head of his shaft deep into her, spearing her here on the ground. Her hips rocked against him, the soft flesh of her butt pressed hard against his groin as he continued his unrelenting drive. His rhythm started to break, and he knew he was near the end already. Somehow, though, he knew that she was going to be with him for a long time to come. She understood the nature of being claimed.

He folded his body down over hers, his bare chest to her back as he rammed deep within her. His hands slide down her arms and gripped her wrists, pinning her as he growled deeply into her ear, "Mine." It was the only word they had shared, and it was claimative. She would not be permitted to be anywhere else but his side. She moaned in agreement, the beast arching her back to mold to him.

When he heard her affirmation, he exploded, filling her deeply with the thick jets of his seed. His teeth latched down over the sensative nape of her neck, biting into her flesh and marking her. The gasp she expelled came on the back of her own spasms of pleasure, gripping his cock and milking him for every drop. He rode their combined pleasure, giving it all he was worth.

Her body gave way, collapsing beneath him. He fell over her, panting in the aftermath of their coupling. His powerful arm clasped around her hip and gripped a breast, his teeth finally releasing her throat. They lay joined for the longest time, until he finally brought himself to reality, withdrawing his softened length with a twitch.

He rose, leaving her curled on the grass, have dazed from the experience. He relaced his breeches, tossed his shirt over his shoulder, and bent down, scooping her up. The charger was only a short walk away in a glade, and once they were mounted, he'd be home with her, and he'd have her all over again. She clung to him, her arms wrapped tight around his neck. There was much more...much more to this possession, than this simple moment in time.



Serendipity



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This story is in the Fetish category because it's based on a topic from the Literotica Bulletin Fetish Board, even though it deals with a heterosexual man's longstanding desire to suck a cock. I did not put this in Gay Male because his fantasy is not to find love or passion with another man, but with another man's cock. If any of this is a turn off for you, please don't read this story. Comments are appreciated. Enjoy!

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"Shit!" John said a little too loudly, glancing down at the clock in the lower left corner of the monitor of his office computer. It was only 4:00 pm, a whole hour left before quitting time. "Why does time go by so slowly on Fridays?" he wondered out loud, sitting alone in his cubicle.

Alone would be the operative word for the next 10 days. John's wife and kids were out of town visiting her family, and he was hell-bent on sowing some wild oats while she was away.

Not that things were bad at home. Married 20 years, two beautiful kids, and a wife that was still interested in sex, albeit not as often as he would like.

John's mind wandered to the hot 'good-bye' sex they had last night and he felt his cock stir in his suit pants. The sex was nothing outrageous by today's standards, or by the clips he's seen on the internet, but Rose always seemed to put a little extra enthusiasm into their fucking when either she or John was heading out of town. Deep down he knew it was her way of reminding him what he would be risking by getting a wandering eye while she wasn't around.

The more he replayed the scene in his head, the harder his cock got, and he knew he wasn't going to get a lick of work done in the next 60 minutes, even if he wanted to.

With a few clicks of his mouse, he modified the gateway settings in his network control panel, and then with a few more clicks of his keyboard, his favorite web site appeared, literotica.com!

While waiting for the Literotica Bulletin Board to load, John made a mental note to thank Eric, his best friend who worked in the IT department. It was Eric who showed him how to bypass the corporate web filter, allowing him to surf porn on the company network without being detected.

John had a corner cube, so he felt safe bringing the site up on his work PC. He could hear anyone coming down the hall, and quickly swap to another screen if needed. Besides, at a quick glance, the Literotica Bulletin Board looked just like any other online forum, if you weren't close enough to actually read the titles of the threads and posts. He was smart enough to turn images off, and would never bring up porn pictures or videos at work, even though he loved to look at this stuff on his home computer. 

John was a very cautious individual by nature, and it was just not worth risking his job over a little porn.

Instinctively, he scrolled down and clicked into the Fetish & Sexuality Central forum, and just as instinctively, his hand went to his crotch and started rubbing his semi-hard cock through his pants.

"Maybe I should hit the men's room and rub one out before quitting time?" he thought to himself. John and Eric had a big night planned tonight. Their destination was the recently opened up-scale strip club in the big city, and he thought a little pre-emptive jerk off session might keep him from cumming in his pants later tonight.

John quickly scanned the threads for something to get him hard enough to jerk off to, and actually gasped as he read the title of one of the newest threads, which caused his cock to twitch in his pants.

The Men who Crave Cock but aren't attracted to Men Club.

John's heart started racing and he checked over both shoulders twice, to make sure nobody was around, before clicking into the thread.

The first post read:

"From what I've seen lately there are a lot of guys that belong to the following group:

- They love the sight of a nice big cock

- They desire stroking, sucking and taking cock deep in their ass

- They have no attraction to guys beyond cock. 

- They have no desire to kiss another guy

- It is 100% about cock desire and nothing else. 

If you are part of this group let's discuss our thoughts, desires and fantasies here."

John looked up at the name of the guy who started this thread and thought "who the hell is Mr. Briggs and how the hell has he read my mind?"

John was a life long heterosexual. Married, into pussy and tits and wouldn't consider himself to have a gay bone in his body, unless you consider his affinity for fucking his wife up the ass, whenever she was in the mood, which was not very often.

With that all being said, John was drawn to this thread like a moth to flame. His deepest, darkest secret, that he never told anyone about, not even his wife, was to suck a large, hard cock. Not even to take it up the ass, like Mr. Briggs supposed in his initial post, but just to fondle, lick, suck and pleasure a well hung piece of meat until it exploded in his mouth.

He had no idea where this fantasy came from, but he can remember having it almost since puberty. Protecting his masculinity, he'd always chalk it up to all the porn he watched as a teenager, and how he was always jealous of the enormous cocks of the male porn stars.

See, John had a classic case of penis envy. His own member was barely over 5 inches completely erect, and only about an inch in diameter. Growing up, and still today, he'd always peek at the guy at the next urinal at a public bathroom, just to see if there may be a healthy slab sticking out of the guy's jeans.

John was totally engulfed in the thread now, agreeing with every post and reply, from men like him that just wanted to experience the sensation of a hard cock in their mouth, without the baggage of a male-male relationship, ideally without knowing the cock owner at all.

Someone named cock3523 responded with:

"I don't want to kiss a man, and I don't get hard from watching a man, no matter how hot he is. But there is something about a hard cock that I can't get my mind off of, and I don't want too. I want to try it, and I want to try it for a really long slow time. I have no idea why and I don't care, I just want to suck a cock"

John knew this post described exactly how he felt too.

A few posts later, someone else responded:

"I would suck one right now if one was here, but where do I find a cock that is up for grabs with no strings attached?"

John clicked the Quote button and replied to this post, a little disappointed that he had to pull his hand away from stroking his cock in order to type:

"And that's why it remains an unfulfilled fantasy for most of us here. The likelihood of finding someone online near your town who would be into this is slim, and I would be concerned about getting assaulted, raped and/or robbed meeting a stranger I met on an internet porn site. Fear of disease keeps us from going to the local adult bookstore and trying out a glory hole. Besides, I think we're all imagining the clean, huge, throbbing cocks we see in porn, and you know that's not what's going to be poking through from the other side of that dingy little booth. The safest way is finding someone you know/trust to engage in this, but that kind of ruins the 'no strings attached' parameter. I don't want to run into someone in the grocery store or at a restaurant whose cock I've had in my mouth."

Just as he clicked Submit Reply, Eric came around the corner and said, "Ready to go lover boy?"

John stifled a yelp and nearly jumped out of his chair, because he was so engrossed in this thread that he never heard Eric coming down the hallway. Instinctively he clicked the little red X in the upper corner of the window to close out of his browser.

"Dude, I'm the guy who set you up to surf porn at work, remember?" Eric chided, knowing that John must have been somewhere naughty to shut his whole browser down like that so quickly.

"Didn't realize it was you," John lied, knowing the real reason was that he would be mortified if his friend saw what he was reading, and learned about his deepest, darkest secret fantasy.

John clicked off his computer with his shoe and grabbed his coat, thinking he'd clear his history and reset his gateway settings on Monday. Walking out, he was hoping Eric wouldn't notice that he still had a hard on. This is one of those times he was happy to have a small dick.

Eric couldn't stop talking about the strip club on the cab ride over, which was fine with John, as he was still mesmerized about that Literotica topic.

"This is the best strip club for 100 miles and it's right here in our city, can you believe it?" Eric offered with a teenager's excitement in his voice, even though he was mid-40s like John. "They say that one girl is hotter than the next, and they do whatever you want in the private dance booths."

"Can't wait!" John replied, doing his best to manufacture the same level of excitement that Eric was displaying naturally. He was distracted thinking that there must be a way to find a cock to suck, with no strings attached.

His mind raced with options. "Maybe a blind guy? Nope, don't know anyone who's blind. A college kid? Nope, how's a middle-aged guy going to find a college kid cock to suck without winding up on a sex offender's registry? Eric? No fucking way! Besides, I've seen him many times at the urinal and his cock is only a little bigger than mine."

As much as he liked Eric, that last fact always pissed him off.

"That must have been some pretty hot porn you were reading?" Eric's question snapped John back to reality, and he realized he had not been paying attention to his friend's yammering for a very long time.

"Naw, just thinking about what Rose would say if she knew where we were heading," John lied again. He and Rose actually went to a strip club once while they were dating, so he knew she would have no problem with this excursion. The cock-sucking fantasy, on the other hand, would probably blow her mind. This thought made him chuckle nervously out loud.

"Here we are!" Eric exclaimed, as the cab came to an abrupt halt in front of the new strip club. "Pay the man," was the last thing John heard before Eric hopped out of the cab. John shook his head at how cheap his best friend could be at times.

"First round's on you then," John called after him, knowing that a Budweiser was probably $15 at an upscale club like this.

They each paid their $50 cover charge and joked about the size of the enormous muscle-bound bouncers, as they snaked through the thick crowd, trying to find a table near the stage. 

John's mind quickly checked the bouncers off his list, as prolonged steroid use probably had reduced their peckers to the size of roasted peanuts. He shook his head at the irony of being in the presence of extremely beautiful mostly naked women, yet thinking about an anonymous cock to suck.

"OVER HERE!" Eric yelled over the loud music blaring in the club, pointing to a couple leaving a table with a perfect view of the stage. John and Eric quickly claimed the table, and ordered a round of drinks from the cocktail waitress, who was 10 times better looking than the best looking dancer at the last strip club they went to, 10 years ago for Eric's bachelor party. This place was definitely everything it was cracked up to be.

They nursed their beers as they watched the dancers, since they were indeed $15 a bottle. Eric actually refused a couple requests for private dances from girls who had just finished their set. John laughed at the conflict this was causing for him, his frugal nature trumping his overactive libido.

Waiting for the next dancer to take the stage, there was a hushed murmur throughout the crowded club, and the sea of people parted as if Moses lifted his staff at the shores of the Nile. John and Eric peered in between the crush of bodies, thinking it must be some movie star or sports celebrity with the way the crowd was reacting.

Emerging from the crowd was the most interesting trio John had ever seen, but he didn't recognize a one of them. The guy in the middle was about 5-foot, 3-inches tall, and looked even shorter as he was flanked by two bleach blondes who were easily 6-foot tall in their heels. The one on his left was white, and the one on his right was black. Each had an enormous set of tits and a tiny little waist.

The guy in the middle was dressed to the nines. His suit was obviously tailor made, including a felt fedora and a gold cane with a diamond encrusted handle. All three of them were blinged-out wherever you can put bling, fingers, ears and necklaces. The women had diamond studs in their noses, and it was safe to assume several unseen other piercings as well.

Even though he was short, the guy was incredibly handsome, which helped John justify how a pseudo-midget could wind up with such beautiful women on his arms. 

Their skirts were not much longer than the heels on their Kenneth Cole pumps, showing off their long legs and just a hint of the globes of their asses. The neckline of their blouses plunged to accentuate each woman's best asset, which was their huge, perfectly round breasts.

"Do you know who that is?" Eric yelled into John's ear.

"Haven't a clue, but I'm pretty sure I want to be him!" John joked in return.

"No joke you do," Eric continued, that's Little Ricky Fagala.

"Who?" John replied, confused because the way Eric said his name, it sounded like someone he should know.

"Does the name Roscoe Foxxx ring a bell?"

"Of course it does," John replied, "I spent enough time jerking off at RoscoeFoxxx.com that I know it better than my own name."

"Well that, my friend, is the one and only Roscoe Foxxx," Eric announced, as if he was emceeing the event.

Turning toward Eric, somewhat confused and a little frustrated at the guessing games, John asked a little loudly, "Then who the hell is Little Ricky Fagala?" As luck would have it, that question came just as the DJ was changing tracks, and anyone within 50 feet of their table could clearly hear it.

John froze in embarrassment, as he could feel the eyes of the club on their table, and the way Eric was looking at him, he could tell the royal trio was now standing directly behind him.

"Eric? Eric Galle? Is that you?"

John didn't recognize the voice coming from behind him, but he didn't have to turn around to know it was coming from Napoleon Junior.

"Ricky!" Eric said, standing up to shake hands with him, "haven't seen you since high school."

"It's Roscoe now," the little man corrected him, before pulling him in for the quick man-hug with the obligatory two pats on the back.

"I know," Eric replied, "my friend John and I spend a lot of time on your web site."

Realizing what he said, Eric quickly added, "not at the same time, we're not that kind of friends!"

By then Roscoe had turned toward John to say hello.

"Pleased to meet you," John said shaking the smaller man's hand, "I had no idea you and Eric were friends."

"It was a long time ago," Roscoe replied, "and it was more like we shared common enemies. I'll let Eric fill you in on the details. Have a good night gentlemen, my fluffers need to get something cold to drink."

With that, he turned and escorted the ladies to a VIP table in the back of the club.

John turned back toward his friend and his mouth was hanging open in disbelief. "I can't believe you know Roscoe Foxxx and you never told me."

"Well, when I knew him, he was Little Ricky Fagala." Eric replied, starting to unfold the tale of their acquaintance. "We were the class nerds, the audio-video guys that would set up and run the projector any time they wanted to show a movie in class."

"The projector?" John teased, "you're showing your age buddy."

"As you can guess," Eric continued, "we were not in the popular crowd. All the jocks would constantly tease us and call us names. He was Little Ricky FAG-ala, and I was Eric GAY-lee." 

John could see pain behind Eric's eyes at the memory of the high school teasing.

"They all were sure Ricky was gay, because he would never shower or change in the locker rooms after gym class." Eric explained. "It wasn't until he became an internet porn star that we realized that he was embarrassed about his cock."

"How come?" John asked, not knowing that Roscoe was a porn actor before becoming one of the biggest porn producers on the internet.

"Because he's hung like a horse!" Eric replied, a hint of jealously evident in his remark.

"Oh," John replied, this information taking a few minutes to sink in and merge with his earlier preoccupation. Then the bells went off in his brain, causing him to follow up with an over enthusiastic "REALLY?"

"Oh yeah," John confirmed, "it was the big talk at our 10 year reunion. All the cheerleaders and in-crowd sluts lamenting missing the chance to get their mouths and pussies on that monster, and of course, their hands on all his money."

"I can imagine," said John, a seemingly innocuous reply, but Eric had no idea how much actual imagining was going on in the back of John's mind.

The beautiful cocktail waitress appeared out of nowhere with another round of beers, "compliments of Mr. Foxxx," she said as she set down the bottles and two shots of 25-year old single-malt scotch.

Both John and Eric waved toward Roscoe's table as a gesture of appreciation, and John found his eyes lingering a little too long, trying to imagine how such a little man could have such an impressive cock. Trying to once again pull himself out of his cock-hungry trance, John attempted to change the subject.

"What was that he called his lady friends?" John asked Eric, "Fluffers?"

"How can someone who watches as much porn as you do not know what a fluffer is?" Eric asked, with a tone of disbelief. "It's what they call the chicks who suck the porn star's cocks, off-camera in between takes, so they can have a nice big hard-on when the director yells 'ACTION'"

"Who would do such a thing?" John asked, somewhat embarrassed for not knowing the term.

Then it dawned on him. HE might do such a thing.

"To Little Ricky Fagala!" they toasted in unison, and threw back the shots of expensive liquor, chuckling at the irony of the pejorative nickname placed on him in high school.

Eric continued drinking and watching the dancers, while John kept finding his gaze drawn to the VIP table in the back of the room. One thought kept running through his mind since they toasted Eric's old friend, "Could Roscoe Foxxx be the ticket to realizing this fantasy? Would he let me be a fluffer for a day?"

"Drink up," Eric said out of nowhere, "we'd better go." 

Looking back toward the VIP table, John almost whined, "How come?"

"Well, that shot is not sitting well in my stomach, and you've been distracted by something all night," Eric retorted.

"Okay buddy," John said grabbing his coat, and remembering what a light weight drinker Eric is, "we don't want you puking all over this nice club."

Before leaving, John took one last long look back toward Roscoe's table, knowing he may never be this close to an opportunity to realize his greatest fantasy again in his life. Being a good friend, he helped Eric navigate his way back to the front door, and went to the curb to hail a cab.

Waiting for an available cab to appear, John's mind once again flooded with conflicting thoughts. "Could he screw up the courage to ask Mr. Foxxx for a job as a fluffer? Was he really gay? Would this be cheating on his wife? Should he be a do the right thing and see his sick friend home safely? Would an opportunity like this ever come up again? Do I really want to suck another man's cock?"

Just as the cab pulled up, John answered that last question out loud, "YES!"

Pouring Eric into the back seat, John shouted Eric's home address to the driver. Eric looked at him quizzically.




Serendipity



"I forgot my cell phone back at the table," another cock-fantasy charged lie. "I'll catch up with you on Monday."

The cab sped away from the curb and John knew he was at a crossroads in his life.

After staring at the front door for what seemed like an eternity, his brain finally sent a message to his feet, and he found himself heading back into the club. Thankfully, the bouncers recognized him, so he didn't have to pay the cover charge again, but it wouldn't have deterred him. He felt an unnatural resolve to follow through with this fantasy that belied his usual cautiousness, and would have gladly paid double the cover charge to be granted an audience with Mr. Foxxx to request the opportunity of his lifetime.

Walking with a newfound confidence and sense of purpose, John found himself approaching the VIP table at the back of the room, where Roscoe was seated in the booth, sandwiched between his multi-colored buxom fluffers.

"Excuse me Mr. Foxxx," John found himself saying, as if he was having an out of body experience. "I just wanted to thank you personally for the drinks you bought us earlier."

"No problem," Roscoe replied politely, even though he was somewhat perturbed at the interruption, "Eric was a friend to me when nobody else was, and I'll never forget that."

Expecting this to be the end of the interruption, Roscoe was surprised to see John still standing at his table, nervously shifting from one foot to the other.

"Can I help you with anything else?" Roscoe said in a tone which clearly meant it was time for John to leave.

"Actually Mr. Foxxx, there is something you could help me with, since we're both friends of Eric's," John continued, immediately feeling guilty about dropping the name of the guy he just abandoned in the first available cab.

Rosco Foxxx leaned forward on the table, the crisp cuffs of his shirt protruding from the sleeves of his jacket, revealing the dice-sized gold cuff links, monogrammed with the letters LRF spelled out in diamonds, "This better be good."

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, John blurted out the words that would change his life, "Mr. Foxxx, I was wondering if you would hire me as a fluffer."

The words hung in the air like the thick smoke from the Cuban cigar smoldering in the ash tray on the table.

"You're fucking with me, right?" Roscoe said, in a tone of a man who does not take kindly to being fucked with.

"No sir, I'm dead serious," John replied, surprising himself by ignoring his natural instincts, which would be to turn and run out of the club as fast an his feet could carry him.

Roscoe looked at his escorts one by one in stunned silence, then the trio erupted in uncontrollable laughter at John's expense. Standing there watching them laugh at his most serious request, John thought he couldn't be more humiliated than at this very moment. He would soon find out he was wrong.

Pulling himself together and wiping a tear from his eye from laughing so hard, Roscoe asked, "well, are you any good at it?"

"I don't know sir..." John stammered, trying to find the right words, "you see....I...ummm...never...ummm...you know."

"No, I don't know," Roscoe replied, taking perverted pleasure in watching John squirm, "why don't you explain it to me, and don't leave out any details." This random interruption was actually turning out more entertaining than Roscoe ever imagined.

What followed was an uninterrupted stream of consciousness flowing from John's mouth, starting with his earliest memories of his desire to suck cock, and ending with Eric explaining the definition of a fluffer.

"And that's how I come to stand here asking you for a job for which I have no experience," John concluded, finally sharing his deepest, darkest secret with another human being.

Roscoe sat silently, staring past John's eyes, directly into his exposed and vulnerable soul. After a long, awkward silence, he said with a sly smirk, "this is show business, and nobody gets a part without an audition."

John stood confused, trying to understand the mean of the words swimming in his brain, when he heard the tell-tail sound of a zipper being lowered, and saw the bimbo on the right lifting up the black table cloth which covered the VIP table.

"You can't be serious?" John pleaded in vane, knowing the question was rhetorical.

"Do you want this part or not," Roscoe retorted, pleased with himself for the accidental double-entendre.

Looking around to make sure nobody would notice, John found himself on his hands and knees crawling under the VIP table, staring at Roscoe's enormous cock and its one good eye.

Bimbo on the left reached under the table, and started bending and flexing her index finger, beckoning John toward the object of his desire. Her slender hand then wrapped around Roscoe's thick shaft, and started slowly pumping it up and down. 

To say this was the thickest cock John had ever seen would be an understatement. If not for the 3-inch manicured nails at the end of each digit, the fingers of her small hand would not have met as they wrapped around Roscoe's cock. John stared in disbelief as the cock continued to grow, like something out of Jack and the Beanstalk, until it reached a maximum length of at least 10 inches.

As he crawled closer to his prize, John's nose filled with the musky aroma of Roscoe's enormous junk. He also notice the solid gold ring pierced through the left side of his scrotum. Face to face with the object of his ultimate fantasy, John could feel his mouth water and his stomach flutter with the feeling of a million butterflies.

John's eyes fixated on the coke-can sized purple head standing proud atop this flesh flag pole, and the copious amount of precum that was leaking out of it. While working up the courage to actually place his mouth over this amazing spectacle in front of him, from above the table, he heard its owner yell, "ACTION!"

On cue, John pulled the young lady's hand away, and replaced it with his own, then lowered his head to the tip of the most magnificent cock he's ever held. 

In fact, it was the only cock he's ever held, other than his own.

Stretching his lips wide, he pushed his head over the dome of Roscoe's root, accepting the large mushroom tip into his mouth. He was surprised at the spongy texture and the warmth of having another man's cock in his mouth. His tongue first reacted to the salty taste, then it registered the tangy, viscous texture of Roscoe's precum as it spread through his mouth. 

Hearing an audible moan from above the table, John began bobbing his head up and down, trying to accept more than the head into his mouth, while moving his hand up and down the length of shaft that would not fit inside.

Like trying sushi or snails for the first time, John wasn't sure that he would like it at first, but with the way he was salivating, he knew that cock was a delicacy that agreed with his palette. The amount of his saliva that was running down Roscoe's shaft was obscene, but it provided the necessary lube for John's jerking fist.

Removing Roscoe's cock head from his mouth, John flattened his tongue and started running it up and down the sensitive underside of the thick shaft, feeling every bump and vein. While doing this, John fondled Roscoe's balls with one hand, and used the thumb of the other hand to smear the precum over the bulbous head.

"Cut to the chase," came the direction from above, and John knew what he needed to do.

Stretching his mouth open again, he once again found his lips wrapped around the thick head of another man's penis, and he was loving every inch of it. Relaxing his jaw, John pushed his head down hard, until he felt the spongy head of Roscoe's cock nudging at the back of his throat.

Pleased with his success, John started bobbing his head again, lifting it until just the tip of the cock remained in contact with his lips, and then jamming it back down, until the huge cock head triggered his gag reflex.

This got Roscoe's attention and he reached under the table to hold John's head in his hands. Then he started bucking his hips up and down, jamming more of his cock into John's mouth, and causing a lot of gagging and sputtering noises to emanate from below the table.

John was keeping up with Roscoe's thrusts, breathing through is nose to keep from passing out. He brought himself this far and he was hell-bent on successfully finishing this job. 

Roscoe's hips started bucking a little harder and a little faster, and John knew full well what was going to happen soon. His butterflies doubled, as did his cock sucking efforts, giddy with anticipation of having his mouth soon filled with another man's cum.

The first blast caught him by surprise, and John pulled his head off Roscoe's cock, coughing and gagging, trying to catch his breath. The next two blasts of cum hit John squarely in the face.

Feeling the cum running down his cheeks, John covered Roscoe's cock with his mouth again, and started sucking down the remaining cum like a milkshake through an incredibly large straw.

When the twitching cock in his mouth stopped spurting, John took it out of his mouth again, licking up and down the shaft, and over the purple head, cleaning up every ounce of cum he could find. John then started rubbing the slowly deflating cock all over his face, using it to spread around the cum on his cheeks and chin. 

While he was very proud of himself for finally acting on his life-long fantasy, and doing a damned good job, in his own humble opinion, he started to feel sad about this experience coming to an end, and already found himself wondering if he'd ever get another chance to suck a beautiful cock like this again in his life.

As he continued to kiss and lick around Roscoe's cock, John wondered how he was going to extricate himself from under the VIP table while attempting to maintain his last shred of dignity.

The slender hand with the manicured nails reappeared below the table, moving Roscoe's cock away from John's hungry tongue, and tenderly tucking it back into his custom tailored suit pants. John knew it was over, and crawled out from under the table on his hands and knees, quickly scrambling to his feet as soon as he was clear. 

The first thing he noticed was that the crowd had dwindled significantly, making him wonder just how long he was under the VIP sucking the VIP's cock. The next thing he noticed was the cool feeling on his face, clearly indicating that it was still smeared with Roscoe's cum. The third and most shocking thing he noticed was that there was now a huge wet stain on the front of his khaki pants. Obviously he was so turned on by sucking Roscoe's cock, that he came in his pants, and judging by the size of the stain, more than he's cum in quite a number of years.

"Thank you Mr. Foxxx," John said to Roscoe, then immediately felt embarrassed for thanking the man whose cock he just sucked. "I won't take up any more of your time," John added, then turned to leave. His only thought was getting as far away from the smug smile on the face of the well dress midget sitting between these two blonde goddesses.

"Wait a minute," John heard from behind him, and he turned to face Roscoe Foxxx one last time. "Here," was all that Roscoe added, his outstretched arm offering John his business card.

Reflexively, John reached out and took the card.

"You're hired!" Roscoe informed him, "we start shooting tomorrow morning at 10 sharp."

Standing in a daze staring at the card, waiting for his brain to send a signal to his feet, John heard Roscoe add one more comment.

"You may want to wear a darker pair of pants, or get yourself some panty liners, you're gonna be sucking a hell of a lot of cock tomorrow!"

Walking out of the club, the sarcastic laughter coming from the VIP table fading in the distance, staring at the business card in his hand, John knew his life had truly changed on that night.



Serendipity



*RENEE*

It had been a while since I saw him now, probably about 2 weeks. But I couldn't get him off of my mind. Every time I closed my eyes he was there, biting his lip to refrain from yelling out in pleasure, thrusting himself inside of me and filling me right up... No. I had to stop thinking about him. I couldn't even understand what possessed me to act so impulsively - I guess going through dry spells really made people do crazy things. He was so hot... I stared out of my classroom window recalling his curly black hair, chocolate brown eyes, and his tasty lips, lips I was sure could do wonderful things to me given the chance.... Sighing, I looked at my blackberry for the time. This class was dragging on and no one was messaging me. I resumed my daydreaming. Because that's all I'd ever have of him - dreams and fantasies, and our one time fuck behind a bookshelf in the downtown library. Once I realized what I had done, I took off leaving him no way of contacting me, and me no way of contacting him. All I had was a name - Alex.

Class ended with me feeling more sexually frustrated than ever. He was haunting my mind! I was quickly becoming bitter about not getting his contact information. As I grabbed my bags and headed for the washroom, I recalled going to the library a few days ago, hoping that by some miracle he would be there. Of course he wasn't, the world didn't work that way. Shaking my head, I pushed the door open more forcefully than I had intended and it slammed against the back wall. I really had issues that needed sorting out. I quickly changed into my cheerleading uniform, not wanting to be late for practice. I shoved my clothes into my bag and ran out the door - and crashed straight into someone's rock hard chest.

My heart was beating faster as I looked up. Could it be? 

"Alex?" 

"Renee, its me, Brian" I scowled instantly. Of course I was hoping for it to be Alex, and then of course it turns out to be the most obnoxious male on campus who just so happened to want to get in my pants. Badly. All the other girls loved him and envied me... I wished he'd just go after them. I pushed past him and started walking as fast as I could, hoping to find a crowd to lose him in. Brian kept up with me though, easy for him being almost a full foot taller than me, and relentlessly questioned me about "Alex" and if I was dating him, how serious we were, if he could beat him up... Which turned into more pathetic mumbling about how I should be with him and not this "wimpy Alex character". I don't know what came over me, or what possessed me (a recurring trend lately) but I stopped and whirled around on Brian. 

"Yes, Alex is my boyfriend, no he is not wimpy, and no I should not be with you." Great. Now I had an imaginary boyfriend that everyone would hear about soon enough. I blamed Alex - it was his fault anyways for taking over every thought in my head. Unfortunately for me, my words didn't deter Brian, I'm pretty sure he only took that as a challenge... What was that saying? Something about just because there's a goalie doesn't mean he can't score? Typical hockey player.

We made our way into the main university hall, where we stumbled upon a crowd of people. Freedom! Not missing a beat, I told Brian I had to find my friend in the crowd and ran in, watching over my shoulder until I knew he was finally gone. Relieved, I began to look around to figure out why this crowd was here. I then heard a guitar playing and a very familiar voice singing. I pushed my way to the front.

I dropped my bag to the floor and stared unbelievingly at the person in front of me. I pinched my arm lightly to make sure I wasn't dreaming - nope. Wide awake. And I was standing in front of him, Alex, the same irresistible man that had haunted my thoughts for the better part of a month now, my imaginary boyfriend, while he sang his little heart out, strumming his guitar, igniting a flare of desire straight down to my core. I wanted him even more now that he was right in front of me. He hadn't noticed me yet; his eyes were closed as he sang. I grew nervous; what if he didn't recognize me? What if he didn't care? What if stuff like that happened to him all the time? Okay, so maybe that part was a stretch, but he was really fucking hot. Anything was possible. I bit my lower lip lightly in anticipation as he sang the last verse of his song and stopped playing his guitar.

It took him too long to open his eyes. It was as if someone flipped a switch and my life was moving in slow motion. When he looked up, he saw me and I saw the recognition flare in his eyes. Or maybe it was lust? Some combination of the two? Or maybe it was just wishful thinking. Neither of us said anything or even attempted to move. I was still in shock and I had had time to adjust. I could only assume that he never expected to see me again either. But here he was, singing and playing guitar in the main hallway of my university. A few girls pushed past me and ran up to Alex, giggling and fawning over him. He laughed at something the stupid blonde said and I growled with distaste as I felt the jealousy rise in me. It was ridiculous; I had no claim over him. I guess I just wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him. Stupid girls. If he wanted them, who was I to say anything? Disappointed and upset, I picked up my bag and turned to leave.

I was hurt, but mostly angry with myself for even hoping for a fairytale ending. Welcome to reality. I walked down the empty hallway, not looking forward to cheer practice at all. I felt a hand grab my wrist, spin me around and then pin me against the wall. Before I could say his name, his lips crashed onto mine. His tongue ravaging my mouth as his hands groped my body. I sighed, melting into his kiss as I thought 'I guess he does feel the same'. He pulled away, but left his hands at either side of my head, as if afraid that I was going to run away. I looked up at him questioningly.

"I just found you. And you ran away. Why?" He demanded, his eyes flashing. What could I tell him? I tried to be vague.

"You seemed... Preoccupied. So I left." He stared at me, first incredulously, and then he began to smirk as he realized something.

"You were jealous, weren't you?" It was more of a statement than a question. I felt my cheeks heat up with the shame of being caught. There was no use in denying it.

"A little, yes." 

"Why?" He demanded, his chocolate brown eyes boring into my own. I felt my eyes wander up and down the length of his body, and my mischievousness returned to me. I looked him straight in the eye, bit my lip rather innocently, and trailed my forefinger down his chest. "Because I want you."

He didn't ask any more questions after that. I heard him growl lightly as he stole another kiss from me - I reciprocated wholeheartedly. He really was an amazing kisser. We stumbled awkwardly down the hallway, not wanting to let each other go or break the kiss we were so caught up in. My back ended up against a door, and I reached behind me to push it open, hoping that it was empty.

We broke away from each other long enough to assess the status of the room - definitely empty. So we stumbled inside. "You're... Cheerleader? ... So... Hot" he mumbled between kisses, his hands trailing over my stomach and every other inch of smooth skin. He pushed me down onto a bench and stared at me hungrily... He wanted to devour me, I could tell. I knew then that he had suffered as much as I did, and I felt a little better about the situation. I happened to glance to the side, and I giggled. Smiling up at him, I said "Alex... We're in the school chapel."

He looked away from me toward the cross and the altar on the opposite wall, shrugged, then smiled impishly at me. He was up to something. "So we are, Renee. It seems a bit ... Quiet in here, why don't we put on a show? God will appreciate it." I smiled in delight. He was definitely fun.

To answer, I trailed my nails over his arms, eliciting a shiver and the goose bumps he got whenever I made him feel good. I leaned forward and trailed kisses up his neck, down his jaw, and then placed little kisses on his lips, pulling away when he went for more.

"Uh - uh" I shook my head at him. "Small kisses only". He raised an eyebrow questioningly, and mumbled, "we'll see about that" under his breath. Before I could react, I was on my back on a pew and he was on top of me.

"I'm making the rules today little one," he said roughly before kissing me deeply, as if to prove his point. He kissed down my neck and shoulder bone as his hands massaged my breasts. Just as I wished to feel his hot breath on them, he pushed the material of my shirt and bra up, exposing my breasts to him. I moaned as he took one nipple, and then the other, into his mouth, biting each of them lightly and teasing them with his warm wet tongue. I was soaked, waiting in anticipation for him. I felt him kiss down my flat stomach to the top of my skirt. That was quickly pushed out of the way too and I gasped as I felt his mouth on my clit. It was even better than I had ever imagined, his perfect mouth doing delicious things to me down there. I squirmed in delight, panting and moaning his name over and over.

" Did you enjoy that treat?" He asked, his finger replacing his mouth, continuing to tease me. I nodded, unable to form any coherent thoughts in my brain.

I gathered my senses long enough to undo his belt he didn't push me away or stop me so I shoved my hand down the front of his boxers and grabbed his rock hard cock. He groaned as I stroked him. I reached my other hand forward and undid the buttons of his jeans. I pushed him off of me so that he was standing up and I pulled his pants, along with his boxers, to the floor. Wasting no time, I slipped his hard cock into my warm, wet mouth, slowly teasing the head with my tongue before I took the whole thing in. 

"Oh god, yes!" He groaned, his hands holding my head as he thrust lightly in and out of my mouth. After a few thrusts, I pulled away, trailing kisses up his shaft as I looked up at him, my eyes silently pleading with him for more.

"What do you want, Renee?" He asked in a husky voice. Why did everything about him turn me on so much?

"You know," I said slowly trailing my hands down his chest, and up his shirt.

"Tell me," he ordered, though he leaned his head back and groaned. I guess he liked the way I was touching him. I wanted more, and I guessed he wouldn't give it to me unless I asked.

"I want your cock inside me. Please Alex, please fuck me?"

I heard that small growl in the back of his throat again just before his lips claimed mine another time. He pulled me up and bent me over the pew, making sure that he could see my expression as he pushed himself inside me. It felt so good to have him there again and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from crying out. I felt him sliding in and out of me... An amazing feeling I had come to conclude. I felt his hands on my ass, gripping it as he fucked me, and then I felt him slap me. Stunned at first, I looked back at him. Then I smiled mischievously and said, "Do that again". He smiled back and obliged. It felt good. I stepped away from him and made him sit on the pew. I straddled him and slowly lowered myself onto him. I grinded my hips into him and he kissed me to silence my ever increasing moans. I felt myself right on the edge. 

"Al.. Alex! I'm going to-ah. I'm going to..."

He looked at me and asked, "Going to what?" as he thrust himself deep inside me and grinded his hips against my own. I gasped; He pushed me over the edge and I called out his name, as loudly as I could, as I felt wave after wave of ecstasy crash over me. My body tightened around his cock again and again until my orgasm subsided. Just as good as last time

"I was going to say cum," I managed to gasp. I sat there on his lap for a few minutes as I caught my breath, feeling his still steely cock pulsing inside me.

"Now, I need to take care of you." I said matter-of-factly. I pulled myself off of him and got down on my knees in front of him. Before he could protest -though, why would he really? - I took his cock into my mouth, all the way to the hilt. I bobbed my head a few times, letting him rub against the back of my throat, before slowly sliding my lips up to tease the tip with my tongue. I looked up at him, and the cross on the wall seemed to be illuminated behind him, almost like he was my own personal god - sex god maybe - and he deserved to be worshipped. After a few more minutes of sucking, licking, teasing and kissing, I grabbed his cock with one of my hands (which looked rather small in comparison) and pumped him faster and faster.

"I want you to cum Alex, cum for me." I said in the most innocently sweet voice I could muster. He nodded and moaned in response, his body convulsing. He must be close. "Ren... Ee... I'm going to-" he grabbed my head and brought it down to his cock, just in time for him to explode into my mouth again. I reveled in the bittersweet taste I remembered from the first time before I swallowed it all. I smiled up at him and licked my lips. "Delicious" I murmured, before I kissed him.

I felt his hands tighten like vices around my wrists, and I pulled away to give him a questioning stare. I sure as hell wasn't going anywhere.

"I'm not letting you run away again Renee. Not without a phone number, or an email address, or a class schedule or something." I smiled.

"Don't worry Alex, I won't be letting you leave until I get the same from you." Serendipity wouldn't happen again and I wasn't taking any chances. I stood up, offering him my hand to pull him up too. He helped me straighten out my uniform. I pulled out my phone - practice was basically over. I'd probably get into trouble, but I didn't care. My imaginary boyfriend was so worth it. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed down my neck. Who knows, maybe he wouldn't have to be my imaginary boyfriend for long. High hopes maybe, but a girl can dream. He stole my phone from my hand and ran away with it, I laughed and chased after him, grabbing my bag on the way out. Hopefully we'd have more encounters like these at least.



Serendipity



Serendipity. 

Ever heard of it? It's what they call something good you trip across when looking for something else. Like the man who's out prospecting for gold and finds a diamond mine.

That's what happened to me. I have a formula that will make me rich. Stinking rich. People will hound me to buy what I have to sell. 

What happened was this. I'm a chemist. Quite a good one. As a side line I design perfumes. I have what they call a natural nose, and I can just tell if a perfume I'm working on is going to be good or just good in the bottle. One big problem with perfumes is the way your body oils can completely change the fragrance. That doesn't happen with my perfumes. 

Anyway, I was experimenting. What I was looking for was a perfume that would act as a mild aphrodisiac. Something you could buy your girl and it would gently turn her on when she wore it, to your ultimate benefit.

What I found was something else. I had these two samples I was working on. I like trying a number of different processes at once to sort of cross fertilise my ideas. I've had a few lucky breaks doing that. 

This time I had a little accident. I dropped the vials. Normally not a problem as the vials are quite tough and rarely break. This time I was unlucky. First vial hit the floor and bounced up into the other vial and both of them broke, mixing the two perfumes.

Did I mention I was at the lab, working late? Probably not. Well I was. As far as I was concerned the cleaning staff could work around me.

Oh, yes. The perfumes. They were both attempts at the aphrodisiac range. (Neither worked and didn't go on sale, so you can stop hoping.) It was the mixture of the two scents that caused the problem. 

Do you know what an aphrodisiac is? It's something that increases desire. Not ability to follow through on that desire, but the desire itself. There are drugs that help your performance. Viagra comes to mind. Why's he rambling on like this, you're wondering. I'm trying to find the words to explain what happened next.

The scent hit my nose. Smell is an underrated sense. It can invoke powerful reactions. This accidental scent acted like aromatic Viagra. One strong whiff and I had this raging erection and an impulse to try it out.

It was just an impulse, mind you. I didn't have this desperate desire to go out and ravish the first female I came across. I just had an erection and a willingness to use it.

It turns out that the damned stuff had a slightly different effect on women. I mentioned the cleaning staff, yes? A little more on that. The woman who cleaned the lab was large. Like 300 pounds of large. She was as wide as she was tall. I'm not trying to insult her, but she opens the double doors when she walks into the lab. She is also redolent of an unpleasant mix of sweat and detergent. 

I was regretting the loss of the perfumes as I'd have to make them again and amused at my own predicament with my erection yelling for attention. (I was definitely going to have to get laid that night.)

I'm standing there thinking I'll have to get the cleaner to mop up the mess and it's fortunate that she's here when I hear this grunting sound. I look up and here's this very large cleaning lady lumbering towards me as fast as she could run. At the same time she's ripping off her clothes as she comes and breathing hard.

I'm standing there, staring in surprise when she reaches me at about the same time her clothes were gone. Here's where I found that instead of standing staring, I should have been running. Before I realise her intentions, she's ripping my clothes off me. 

My god, the woman may have been big and fat but she was strong. She forced me to the ground in nothing flat and sat on me while she ripped my trousers off. It turned out that what was a strong erection with an itch to satisfy it in me became a desperate craving to get laid in her, and she was acting on it.

The next thing I know she's mounted me and is bouncing up and down, screaming in delight. This went on and on, her taking her pleasure and squashing me like a trodden grape in the process. 

Did I climax, you ask? Yes, but that didn't help me at all. That damned scent was in the air and while I could smell it my gonads were standing up and screaming time for sex. I seemed to have a permanent erection and that damned hippo was taking full advantage of it, screaming with delight every time she had a climax. 

I swear the woman would have fucked me to death if I hadn't managed to dislodge something on the desk and spill it onto the perfume. That changed the scent enough that it no longer had the same power.

Typical woman, after her next climax she hauled herself up off me and screamed rape and went lumbering out of the lab yelling for help. 

The rape charge didn't stand up, mind you. It was evident that she'd been on top and bouncing on me, not me on her. The massive bruising proved that, quite apart from the fact that no man in their right mind would try to assault that behemoth.

When I got out of hospital I went back to the lab and remixed the initial two vials. A little bit of judicious testing and I had my Viagra in a scent. (My girlfriend helped me test this. I had a really interesting week.)

The trouble is if I sell this stuff, the first man to get jumped by a lust crazed woman is going to sue my ass off, no matter how many disclaimers I put on the bottle. I have nightmares of some practical joker spilling out a bottle at some public place like the football or even the opera.

Men are OK with the stuff. They can enjoy their erections and work them off with the partner of their choice. It's women that are the problem. Haven't they got any control over their lusts? One whiff and they jump the nearest thing in trousers. 

That's serendipity. Look for something and find something better. You just have to watch out in case you've found a poisoned chalice.



Serendipity



Summary: After centuries Cupid finally finds the ONE for him.

Note: This is a 2013 Valentine's Day Contest story so please vote.

Note 2: Also, please note that I have created my own rules for Cupid's ability and rules of love. I did some research and concluded that there is no one story for Cupid...so I made up my own.

Note 3: Fans of mine, this does not have any hints of many of my usual themes of submission. This is simply a love story.

Note 4: As usual, thanks to MAB7991 for editing another of my lengthy works (this one on a time crunch).

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Cupid had spent centuries helping others find love and spent almost as much time watching the love he sparked come crashing down in a fiery blaze. Not surprisingly, the plethora of failed relationships that he had been instrumental in starting had slowly eaten away at the once optimistic God of Love.

Cupid used to love his job; watching the undeniable glow of a woman when she knows she has found the one or watching a man who had been a player his whole life quit cold turkey when he meets one that challenges him in ways he didn't know a woman could. Those were the moments that warmed Cupid's heart.

Yet, the past thirty years had been very disillusioning for the love God. With over fifty percent of marriages ending in divorce and most teens losing their virginity to someone, they didn't even love as if love and sex were not connected. Society was crumbling right before his eyes. Sex had become a commodity and not something special or intimate.

Cupid himself had felt the glow of love many times throughout the centuries, yet had always denied himself the inner lust that had simmered inside him. He gave people love, but never felt it himself. As the centuries flew by, the temptation to just give in to the growing hunger to love, to feel something real and concrete was becoming harder to resist. He too craved the kind of love that transcends time and existence and would give up being Cupid in a heartbeat if he ever found the one.

Unfortunately, his mother Venus told him centuries ago, when Cupid was young and coming to grips with his fate, his gift, his curse, all true descriptors for Cupid depending on his emotional state that the rules of one sexually intimate transgression with a human.

His mother explained: There is no black or white Cupid. Once you have consummated a relationship with a mortal you yourself become mortal and lose not only your ability to live forever, but also your unique gift to bring love to a world in turmoil. I know it is tempting my dear, but you are a beacon of hope for Mother Earth, a constant good in a world where sometimes love is the only thing keeping a person alive.

So although Cupid had been tempted many times throughout history to cross the invisible line between Gods and humans, he remained celibate.

Centuries of the same job became rather monotonous to Cupid and in the last few decades he had been responsible for many of the top headlines of the year. It started accidentally when his shot missed the woman he was aiming for and hit Marilyn Monroe instead. Who turned around simultaneously and fell instantly for the playwright Arthur Miller. Cupid thought maybe the God of fate Moirae had spun her magic and Cupid figured it was meant to be. It wasn't until the 1990's that because he had become so bored with his job that he became rather mischievous putting together couples who logically made no sense. The first was Lyle Lovett and Julia Roberts, then it was Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley. Once Cupid got started he couldn't stop, he cast his spell on Angelina Jolie and Billy Bob Thornton, Ted Danson and Whoopi Goldberg, Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher, Macaulay Culkin and Mila Kunis, Renee Zellweger and Jack White and most recently on Katy Perry and Russell Brand and David Cross and Amber Tamblyn.

2013 should have been just another year like so many proceeding it, where Cupid controlled his inner hunger to feel love, yet for Cupid 2013 would be both the ending of one life and a start to another.

.....

Cupid was feeling melancholy as the month of love started. Valentine's Day had become a commercial fiasco just like Christmas and Easter, the true meaning had been skewed over the years so much that the true meaning was just a facade. Valentine's Day was supposed to be a day for people in love to celebrate their lives together...no more and no less.

No lame cards that had replaced love letters; no flowers which had become a symbol of how much a man loved a woman, which Cupid thought hilariously ironic considering flowers die (a rather depressing metaphor for love, although since so many relationships ended in epic failure Cupid assumed it was more foreshadowing than metaphoric).

Also, as soon as Christmas ended, the plethora of Valentine's Day overpriced propaganda hit the stores just adding to Cupid's frustration of how real love was portrayed. To make matters worse, Cupid had always resented how he was portrayed in the media. The long historical image of him as a baby with wings was ludicrous, he did not look anything like a baby, nor did he have wings. The truth was much cooler. Cupid could not fly, but he could teleport anywhere in the world. It was the best perk in this crazy gig. Cupid had traveled every inch of this glorious world. He had seen empires rise and fall and seen the happiness and horror that mankind can experience from every possible way imaginable. He could also make himself invisible which was a pretty sweet party trick.

Cupid was, of course not a baby, but a handsome man who had not aged a day since his 25th birthday. He wasn't a Greek God like Adonis but he was very handsome. After centuries of plying his trade as the bringer of love had given him the gift of understanding exactly what any woman wanted. He also understood that all women were different but for the most part they fell into four basic categories.

1. The pleaser: This was a very generic descriptor that hits a wide range of women.

A. The Insecure Syndrome These are women who often had limited relationship experience and clings onto someone who gives her attention, even if it is not positive attention. Often they end up in a loveless marriage with an overbearing loser. They stay married because it is better to be with someone than to be alone.

B. The Daddy Syndrome  The pleaser could also be a woman who grew up with an authoritative old school father and a stay at home, do EVERYTHING, mother, who was bound to fall for a man just like her father thus continuing the cycle. Ironically, she is often oblivious to the reality that her man walks all over her (also an insecure syndrome trait).

C. The Needy Syndrome The needy may sometimes be a mixture of an insecure and a daddy syndrome or just someone who ALWAYS needs to be with someone. They often settle (actually all types of pleasers usually settle) because they NEED to feel important, to feel NEEDED even if they are treated like crap by their man.

2. The diva: this too is a descriptor that can hit a broad range of diverse woman, all beautiful and all dangerous.

A. The Bitchy Snob Syndrome As the title suggests, these woman are bitches. Odds are they are daddy's girls with lots of money who have always gotten what they wanted and expect relationships to work the same way. A bitch is self-centered and quickly angered and usually as fake as she seems to be. Yet, if you can break past her fierce outer shell, she can be tamed from lion to kitten rather easily.

B. The Seductress Syndrome These woman are always on the prowl. They ooze sex appeal and they know exactly how to use it to get what they want. They tend to drift from man to man and are not interested in settling down. They like to be noticed and put up on a pedestal, yet they almost always have ulterior motives. Tigers in the bedroom, they are the toughest to tame.

C. The Social Butterfly Syndrome These woman love to be the center of attention and are uncomfortable when they are not. They are gossip queens, fashion obsessed and live and breathe Cosmo Magazine. They too love to be noticed, but unlike the seductress they want to be wooed, wined, dined and treated like the Goddess they have convinced themselves they are.

3. The lost: these woman have lost who they are or never found it and can't break out of the cycle they find themselves in.

A. The Slut Syndrome Somewhat of an unfair label, as men in the same syndrome are called studs, but these woman find self-worth through sex. They believe love and sex are synonymous. Many of these women hate themselves in the morning when they realize who they have slept with and yet fall into an unbreakable cycle as they search for their twisted view of love.  B. The Abused Syndrome The saddest of the syndromes, the abused have been in one or more horrible relationships where they were bombarded with physical or emotional abuse (often both). Unfortunately, often their self worth becomes nothing and they clutch onto even the smallest fragments of a loving relationship, creating often a love-hate relationship.

C. The Bitter Syndrome These woman are the toughest to label as their reasons for their current situation can very. Most often it is because they have been betrayed by a man they loved who cheated on them. It could be a string of men who lied to them or just one relationship that ended horribly bad, either way these woman put up a shield, usually through sarcasm and cold stares that keep men who could warm them at a distance. Sadly, these women are most likely to end up alone because their hard shells have become impenetrable.

4. The hopeless romantic: Of course, for every pessimist, there is an optimist, and thus we have the women who dream of the perfect man.

A. Serendipity Syndrome These women are eternal optimists who know their Prince Charming will come. They read their daily horoscope, are usually sweet as pie, and love Nicholas Sparks. They probably still have all their teddy bears from their childhood and still watch every princess Disney movie imagining they are Snow White, Belle or Cinderella.

B. White Wedding Syndrome These women have had their wedding planned since they were teenagers or younger. They have hand sketches of their perfect dress, know the exact shade of blue their bridesmaids will wear and has already written her vows a thousand times. The church, the hotel and the honeymoon are already meticulously planned...the only variable missing is the groom.

C. Saving Herself Syndrome These women are a dying breed unfortunately, as sex itself has become less meaningful than it once was. Teenage girls are blossoming earlier than ever and movies, magazines and music have created a culture value system that uses sex as a weapon. The few of these who remain are usually shy and reserved or idealistic and independent or religiously moral...sometimes all three. They resist the temptation to conform to today's expectations as they save themselves for their perfect man.

Cupid understands women completely and could easily woo any woman he wanted and yet he refrained because he knew the consequences, yet the longing to feel the love he so freely gave to others had grown to epic new heights during the past few years.

So Cupid wasn't looking for love when it happened, but like the powerful arrows he shot so many others with, when it happened he was unable to resist the temptation, unable to break the spell and unable to deny the inner hunger to feel love...true love.

.....

It was February 11th, a Monday, and Cupid was in a rather foul mood like he usually was the week before the big day of love. His last arrow was shot rather spitefully at a man in a three piece suit being rude to a chubby waitress. He chuckled at how the conversation changed from hostile and loud to sweet and tender in an instant...the man never knew what hit him.

Cupid was watching amused at the sudden shift in behaviour of the rude man when a young woman with tears in her eyes crashed into him spilling her coffee on him.

"I am so sorry," the young brunette apologized; clearly, she had been crying.

Cupid instantly felt a spark with the young woman, he replied, "No, I am sorry. I just stopped in the middle of the sidewalk."

She pulled a Kleenex out of her purse and began wiping Cupid's jacket. "I am not myself today."

"I never am," Cupid joked back, the true meaning of three simple words so much more complex than the young woman would ever understand.

She laughed conservatively, "Well sorry again," and she began walking away.

Cupid didn't want this brief moment to end, but no words formed in his head and he stood there speechless as she walked away. He watched as she got on a subway train assumedly headed to work. Cupid intrigued, followed her, an unexplainable burning inside him, pulled him after her.

She exited the subway, her tears done falling but she still looked pale as a ghost. She entered a big building and Cupid, turning invisible, continued following her into the elevator. Cupid could literally feel her pain and knew without a doubt she had been betrayed by a man recently. Reaching her floor she got off and Cupid followed her to her office where he learned she was a secretary at a law firm.

Over the next hour, Cupid learned her name was Beth, she liked her coffee black, she was a diligent worker, yet even though she hid her pain well to others, he could feel her inner turmoil and the hope of love fading.

At the time, Cupid had no intention of falling for her as he soon would; he was just trying to mend a broken heart. He left Beth alone and found the nearest flower shop where he purchased a beautiful bouquet of red roses. He wrote a sweet yet simple note to make her feel worthy of the love she so greatly deserved.

Beth, You are beautiful and deserve nothing but the best. Your secret admirer

The delivery was scheduled for after one pm and Cupid went along his merry way with his arrows ready to spark the flame of love in other couples. Unfortunately, Cupid lacked focus. Every time he saw a woman or man who could use their fire to be lit, Beth's face popped into Cupid's head. Unable to focus, he decided to return and check on Beth.

As Cupid was walking towards the building, a strange fate that he usually controlled occurred, as Beth appeared with another woman assumedly heading to lunch. Cupid smiling, attempting to turn on his rusty charm, joked as they passed, "I am paying attention this time."

She turned to Cupid startled and laughed, "You survived my attack."

"Barely, it was kind of like a hit and run," Cupid flirted.

"Sorry, I didn't want to be late to work," she replied, "Ummmm...."

"Cupid," Cupid replied, before realizing he had not made up a suave fake name like he usually does.

"Cupid?" Both women repeated simultaneously.

He quickly covered, he had made the mistake before decades ago, when he fell for a woman back in the fifties and almost gave it all up, "Yes, my parents were real romantics when they named me."

"I love it," Beth said meaning it, a romantic at heart too.

"Well it sucked during high school," Cupid joked.

"I imagine," the other woman said, before adding, "We need to get going Beth."

Beth seemed a bit disoriented, feeling a tiny connection with Cupid, a small sense of serendipity tingling inside her, "Um, right, ok, it was nice to meet you officially, Cupid."

"You too," Cupid replied, shaking her hand and almost calling her Beth, a name she had not yet given him.

Beth cheeks went slightly red at the brief moment of intimacy, before she let go of his hand and started walking with her unnamed friend.

Cupid watched her go and as hoped, Beth turned around and gave a quick glance back, the ultimate tradition that had lasted for centuries to show an interest or curiosity with someone of the opposite sex after a chance meeting.

Cupid gave a nod, smiled and Beth quickly turned back embarrassed that she was caught.

Cupid thought about turning invisible and following her, but decided not to, instead he went to get a bite to eat. As he ate, he couldn't get Beth out of his mind. She seemed so genuinely sweet, unlike the fake personas of so many people of today. Society had become so superficial and Valentine's Day was one of the most superficial days of all. How many men bought their girlfriend or wives presents because they are suppose to and not because they wanted to? How many women caught on to the fact that the gifts were not sincere? Yet, thinking of Beth, Cupid couldn't get past her sweet vulnerability.

Cupid decided to turn invisible and be there when the flowers arrived.

Beth returned to work a few minutes early and instantly got to work. Cupid watched her, knowing it is the small things that really defined a person. For example, starting work the moment you arrived instead of waiting until the very last moment; her voice on the phone with clients always so soft and sincere; the way she looked everyone in the eyes even she spoke to them even though inside she was hurting. Beth was exactly the kind of woman he would want to date if he was a real human.

The flowers arrived a little after two, later than expected but that was ok as it gave Cupid time to just watch the trivial day to day activities of Beth, only confirming his already strong feelings that she was a genuinely good person.

Beth's expression when the flowers first arrived was complete shock. Her ex had never bought her flowers of any kind during their relationship, but if there was ever going to be a day she assumed it would be today. Usually he gave her his adorable puppy dog look when he was in the dog house and Beth always gave in, but he also knew she was a romantic at heart. Her anger at his betrayal began bubbling and she was just about to throw the flowers in the trash when something inside told her to read the note.

Grabbing the envelope, Beth opened it and read the card.

Cupid watched as Beth's face changed from one of inner anger to one of genuine intrigue.

Beth looked around her gaze ended where Cupid was standing; it was as if she was seeing past Cupid's invisibility.

Cupid could feel her looking into him, even though it wasn't possible for her to see him.

The moment lasted only a few seconds before the girl from lunch interrupted the surreal moment of unknown intimacy. "The douche bag sends flowers, are you f-ing kidding me?"

"I don't think they are from him, Cassidy" Beth replied, handing her the card as she tried to figure out who else would send her flowers.

"Wow," Cassidy said, praying this wasn't another manipulation of Jared's. Cassidy was happy Beth finally dumped that loser as Beth deserved someone so much better. She asked, "Do you think it was from that Cupid guy?"

Beth's face flushed as she again looked directly where Cupid was, as she remembered the spark that she felt when they touched hands. "Impossible. He doesn't know my name or where I work," Beth replied, wishing secretly that he was the secret admirer.

Cupid watched in voyeuristic awe at the reaction his flowers had brought. His feelings towards her only increased as he felt feelings inside he had not felt in decades.

"Well whoever it is the man has taste. These are the nicest flowers I have ever seen," Cassidy said, trying to build up her good friend's spirits.




Serendipity



Beth moved her nose to the flowers and let the sweet scent of nature envelop her. She hadn't received flowers in years, high school actually, and her heart suddenly warmed after being so cold just hours ago when she learned of her boyfriend's cheating.

Cupid knew he should have left then and continued on his way, continue with making love connections around the world, but he couldn't leave. Instead, he watched her all afternoon. He smiled as she continued to be distracted by the big bouquet of flowers and smiled even more at how such a small gesture had completely changed her day.

Beth meanwhile was so preoccupied with who sent the flowers that she was a bit out of it the rest of the afternoon. The thought that she had a secret admirer was really exciting and yet she didn't want to get her hopes up as it seemed rather farfetched that she would get a secret admirer on the exact same day she leaned of Jared's unfaithfulness. Yet, the glimmer of hope was enough to have Beth able to let go of her anger and move forward.

That night, Cupid watched the city from high in the sky. From his perch above it all, everything looked so small and insignificant, yet it was the small seemingly trivial and insignificant that mattered the most in life. People got so immersed in their problems, whatever they are, that they didn't enjoy the simple things in life: watching the sunrise or sunset, seeing a child's smile, having simple banter with a stranger while in line or just saying thank you when someone opens a door for you. Instead people give a person the finger when they get cut off, are oblivious to the true beauty of the world and allow the petty things in life to bring them down.

Yet, Cupid knew what really mattered...in the end when someone was on their deathbed their regrets are always the same: I didn't spend enough time with my family, I never told people how much they meant to me, I never got to see this glorious world; it was never: I wish I made more money, I wish I worked more, I wish I was alone more. That is the great irony of life; people generally don't know what they want from life until it is too late...even though the meaning of life is so damn simple.

Beth meanwhile, put her flowers in a vase she bought years ago and had never gotten to use. She had supper, watched one of her favourite romance movies Serendipity and pondered if her two brief moments with Cupid were serendipitous. On her way home, she kept looking around as if sensing he was around. Yet, she didn't see him again and although it seemed virtually impossible that Cupid was her secret admirer it was what she kept hoping, the optimist she was.

Ironically, Cupid was there near her the whole way home and he couldn't believe how often she seemed to be looking directly at him even though he was invisible. For Cupid, who was used to being invisible and not being noticed, it felt strange to think that Beth could somehow sense his aura.

That night, as both went to bed, they both wondered about the other, both unaware the other was thinking the exact same thoughts.

.....

Tuesday, Cupid had originally planned to teleport to San Francisco, the best place to be mischievous before Valentine's Day, yet he couldn't deny the rare sensation his heart was feeling every time he thought of Beth.

So instead, he pondered how to bump into her again.

Beth felt much better about her sudden break-up with Jared a day later, realizing suddenly just how bad he was for her. He was selfish, insensitive and distant, yet like many people in a relationship you can't see the forest from the trees when you are right in the middle of it. Yet, as soon as you leave the forest the problems become crystal clear.

Cupid got up early, got to Beth's desk and using candy hearts he wrote, 'you intrigue me'. He knew it was corny, yet had a hunch that Beth would appreciate the corny sweetness of it. He waited patiently, until Beth arrived looking more alive than yesterday with her hair down today which somehow made her seem even more beautiful. She also was wearing a green sweater, black skirt and beige pantyhose, something that Cupid had always thought were sexy and enhanced a woman's legs.

Beth got to her desk and froze. She stared at the three simple words for a long time as if unable to comprehend their meaning or that they were for her. She again looked around for the person responsible, again looking right through Cupid, as if sensing her secret admirer was nearby.

Cupid felt a chill go through his entire being as he felt Beth look his way as if she was seeing through the invisible shield and into his lost soul.

Cassidy arrived at Beth's desk and saw the candy hearts. "Well this definitely isn't Jared."

"That is for sure," Beth smiled, confident Cassidy was right. But if it wasn't Jared, who was it.

Beth took a picture with her phone before taking a candy that said 'be mine' and popping it in her mouth.

Cupid watched with silent satisfaction at the joy his small acts of kindness brought to Beth as he teleported out of her office. The rest of the morning he went to work creating three new love connections, all which he felt confident could stand the test of time. Beth had somehow inspired him and rekindled the flame of love. There was a time being the God of Love was fun and he had lost it, yet suddenly it was back, suddenly he could feel love in the air.

All the while, Cupid thought of Beth and her sweet smile. He avoided her all day, but her pull was too strong and around four he found himself in front of her building pondering how he was going to bump into her again. He thought and thought and yet nothing came to him, the irony that the God of Love couldn't think of anything romantic not wasted on him. He sighed as he watched a young teenage couple walking together holding hands. His sigh switched to a smile as he wondered what such a simple thing like holding hands with Beth would feel like. What would kissing her feel like? What would giving up everything to make love to her feel like. He was the world's oldest virgin and suddenly the idea of ending that curse of celibacy was becoming more tempting...the apple ripe for the picking.

Beth walked out into the fresh February air with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart. She put a candy heart in her mouth; she still had a dozen in her pocket, as she contemplated her day. Her work day done, she wanted to know who this secret admirer was, yet on the other hand the secret revealed may be a great let down and thus she also didn't want to know who he was. She felt like a character in another of her favorite romantic comedies You've Got Mail. She was Meg Ryan and her secret admirer was Tom Hanks. Suddenly in the mood for a movie, it was cheap Tuesday after all, she got on the subway deciding she would get a bite to eat and hit a movie alone...and suddenly she was ok with that.

Invisible, Cupid followed Beth. He wanted to just walk up to her and say hi and yet he had no idea what to say after that.

Beth and Cupid both had dinner at the mall, Cupid cautious to not be seen, but when she headed into the movie theatre he saw his opportunity. He knew instantly in his heart the movie she would be going to and bought a ticket to the same show confident he was right. He got in the popcorn line before her and hoped she would notice him.

Beth usually didn't buy popcorn, too fattening, but she decided what the hell and got in line. She was in line a minute, maybe two, when she glanced to her left and froze. It was Cupid. She turned away and looked back to make sure it wasn't a mirage. He was even handsomer than her memory of him and she couldn't help but stare. Usually shy and reserved, Beth continued to break her usual habits as she heard herself say, "Cupid, is that you?"

Cupid's heart warmed that she took the initiative to speak to him. Turning around and acting surprised, he said, "It's you again."

"Yes, I am stalking you," Beth joked.

"Well, I am flattered," Cupid smiled, before offering, "Come join me in line."

Beth paused a second before moving to him.

Cupid began, "I just realized I don't even know the name of my stalker."

"I'm Beth, Beth Peters," she offered her name.

"It is nice to officially meet you Beth," Cupid smiled, again taking her hand.

Both of them felt a spark on contact.

"Are you here by yourself too?" Cupid asked, already knowing the answer.

Beth admitted, "Yes, I don't usually go to movies by myself, but I just felt the urge to come to the theatre."

"Weird, me too," Cupid added, "this is a rather serendipitous meeting then."

Beth couldn't believe he had used the word 'serendipitous', especially because that was exactly what she was thinking. Beth joked, "Yes, maybe the real Cupid is watching over us."

Cupid thought, if you only knew, but said, flirting a bit more than he usually would, "Well I must have been shot with his arrow."

Beth's face went beet red at the forward flirtation.

Cupid sensing her embarrassment asked, "So what movie are you going to?"

"The Love Game," Beth answered, her tone implying it was an embarrassing choice.

"Me too," Cupid said, showing her his ticket.

"What are the odds," Beth said, of bumping into him again and going to the same movie. She was beginning to feel like Kate Beckensale's character in the movie Serendipity. If that was so, Cupid was a very good looking John Cusack.

"Apparently, really good," Cupid joked, as it was his turn in line. "What would you like?" He asked.

Beth protested, "You don't have to."

Cupid replied softly, "I know I don't have to, but I want to."

Beth felt a rush of warmth at his kindness and said, "Popcorn and a coke."

"With real butter?" Cupid asked.

"Is there any other way to have it?" Beth asked back.

Cupid ordered a large popcorn and two-drink combo which ironically came with a bag of candy hearts. 'Serendipity' Cupid thought to himself. He handed the bag of candy hearts to Beth and said, "Here, take my heart."

Beth couldn't believe the crazy coincidences of the day, it really was as if Cupid or serendipity was at play. She stammered, "T-t-thanks," as she began to wonder if there was any way possible Cupid could be her secret admirer.

"You are welcome," Cupid answered as they began walking to the theatre where their movie was to play.

Trying to learn more about this mysterious, sexy man, Beth asked, "So what do you do for a living?"

Cupid was ready for the question and had created a couple dozen pretend career jobs over the years. "I work in psychological therapy," Cupid answered, which wasn't a complete lie if one really thought about it.

"Oh-oh," Beth responded.

"Oh-oh, what," Cupid asked concerned.

"If you try to psychoanalyze me I am petrified what you may find," Beth joked.

"I don't psychoanalyze until the third date," Cupid quipped back, as they headed to theatre seven.

"This is a date?" Beth asked, hoping it was.

Cupid stopped and looked into her hazel eyes and asked back, "Is it?"

Beth's heart fluttered with excitement as she replied with a smile, "Well, a date usually includes dinner."

"Popcorn doesn't count?" Cupid slyly smiled.

"I don't know," Beth smiled, trying to play slightly hard to get.

Cupid loving the playful flirtation asked, "So how about we break the rules of dating and do it backwards?"

"I'm listening," Beth smiled, her whole body giddy with the excitement people only feel on those rare moments of romantic potential.

"Movie first, and a late dinner second," Cupid offered.

"It's a date," Beth agreed.

"Great?" Cupid replied, as they looked into each other's eyes, both feeling a longing they couldn't deny.

Beth finally stammered, feeling a slight dampness in her panties, "W-w-we should probably get a seat."

"I suppose so," Cupid laughed. "It is tough to watch the movie from the hallway."

They entered the semi-dark room and Cupid slyly took Beth's hand. The intention way more meaningful than their first two brief touches, Beth's heart began to pitter-patter like crazy.

The hand holding lasted only a minute but any lingering doubt for either of them if there was a connection was gone. Beth couldn't deny the spark she felt and Cupid was feeling emotions he thought had disappeared decades ago.

During the movie, first date etiquette and trepidation peppered both Beth and Cupid. Evening reaching for popcorn was an adventure as both didn't want to be too aggressive. It wasn't until half way through the movie that Cupid took the risk. As Emma Stone kissed Channing Tatum for the first time onscreen, Cupid moved his hand and took Beth's into his, entwining their fingers.

Beth again felt giddy with warmth, like she hadn't felt in years, Cupid meanwhile felt something stir inside him he didn't remember feelings in...well...ever. The movie became just background noise as Cupid really began to consider seriously if Beth could be the one. It had been so long since he enjoyed his job, he had long considered being human yet couldn't find the one who could accept the reality. He remembered the last time he thought he was in love in 1953. Things were going well with Judith, well enough Cupid thought he could tell her the truth. He couldn't and wouldn't cross the line from God to human without letting her know the truth. Alas, she freaked out, refusing to believe him and ending it then and there. Yet, even after just two days, somehow he knew Beth would understand. Somehow this was different. Somehow, he sensed she was the one.

Beth meanwhile couldn't place what it was about Cupid that was different and yet she somehow sensed he was the one. Of course, she thought Jared was the one just a couple of days ago, yet now that betrayal seemed so much less painful, as if the real Cupid knew her destiny was coming along. The stars had lined up perfectly and she somehow just knew he was the one.

Both enjoyed the simple act of holding hands as the remainder of the movie's predictable fall in love, misunderstanding keeps them apart and finally love conquers all. Beth loved the predictability of the romantic comedy formula, while Cupid resented how simple they made love. Only he made love simple.

Once the movie ended, the credits began to roll and neither of them knew what to do next. The perfect moment of simplicity when nothing else mattered was ending and the real world had a great way of wrecking the simplicity of life and love.

Cupid finally asked, "Dinner?"

"Appetizers?" Beth countered.

"Sounds good," Cupid agreed, reluctantly letting go of her hand as he stood up.

Beth followed and it was her turn to take the initiative as she grabbed Cupid's hand. After agreeing they would go to Tony's a Greek pub a couple of blocks away, they walked together in silence.

At the pub, they ordered cocktails, appetizers and got to know each other. Beth informed Cupid she was originally from Texas and had two older brothers. Cupid said he was an only child and he was from up there which was the vaguest truth he could tell. Beth assumed he meant Canada and he allowed her to think that.

They talked about places Beth wished she could go having never left the country, other than Canada. While Cupid told vivid stories of places he had been.

Two hours flew by like seconds as they chatted with each other before it was time to call it a night. Beth wanted him, wanted to make love to him, yet knew this had been a perfect night and you don't mess with a perfect night.

Cupid meanwhile wanted to capture this night forever as it had been the most memorable in his centuries of life. Cupid asked, "What are you doing on Valentine's Day?"

Beth didn't hesitate as she answered her heart on her sleeve, "Something with you."

Cupid blushed feeling a warmth he didn't know was possible. "I was hoping you would say that. How about tomorrow?" Cupid asked, getting a little too eager.

Beth sighed, "I have plans for a girls' party tomorrow night." Beth didn't admit that it was actually a sex toy party being held by a friend of hers, an annual February 13th party held originally because all six of her best friends were single at the time and needed their own toy for the big day.

"So Thursday it is," Cupid smiled. "Can I pick you up at five?"

"Sounds perfect," Beth agreed, already making plans to leave work early on Thursday by working through lunch.

They headed outside and Beth hailed a taxi. As it pulled up, way too quick for Cupid's liking, Beth said, "I had a very wonderful time, Cupid."

"Me too, Beth," Cupid answered, wanting to kiss her but having not kissed a girl in over fifty years he was nervous.

Beth waited for the kiss, and when Cupid didn't take the opening she offered, she took it upon herself. She leaned in and kissed him. For her it was like she had never kissed anyone before this moment, the sensation was completely new and she could feel fireworks exploding inside her.

For Cupid any lingering doubts that she was the one he had been waiting centuries for vanished the moment their lips met. The kiss was soft and sweet, gentle and timid and yet also passionate and pure. He was in love. Some would scoff at the idea of falling in love at first sight, but Cupid knew the reality of love. When it arrived it washed through you, it didn't follow rules or logic, it just filled your heart with a sensation one had never felt before and was unexplainable with words.

When Beth broke the kiss, Cupid in a dazed state said, "Wow!"

Beth who although rather shy in most situations was anything but as she countered, "If you think that is wow, wait until Thursday."

Cupid's cock grew instantly hard at the obvious innuendo as Beth let the words hang there as she got into the taxi and pulled away, leaving Cupid hard as a rock and begging for release.

That night, each of them in their own rooms (Cupid a hotel), they got themselves off with almost identical fantasies...with two becoming one.

.....

Wednesday morning it occurred to Cupid it was critical that Beth know that he was the secret admirer. He ordered more flowers and this time signed the card.

Beth had been to work twenty minutes when the two dozen red roses showed up on her desk. Her heart warmed as she stared at the lovely bouquet. Seeing the card she opened it feeling confident it was from Cupid. She had told him about her job and where she worked during their late night appetizers.

She opened the card:

Dear Beth, Yesterday was an amazing evening. I look forward to tomorrow and have a secret to let you in on.

I am your secret admirer.

With love, Cupid

Beth's heart warmed at the thought that Cupid was indeed her secret admirer, although after a few minutes something popped into her head. How did he know where she worked on Monday? Or Tuesday? This alarmed her a bit as it was rather strange to get the flowers on Monday when they had only met twice, by accident, that day. Or was it an accident? She wanted to ask him, to find out, but realized they had never exchanged numbers.

That night, Beth had a blast at the sex toy party going on a bit of a spending spree. She bought a pair of silk thigh high stockings for her date, something she had never done before, being more of a pantyhose girl. She bought a new vibrator that she used later that night, she bought a vibrating egg not for tomorrow but because she thought it would be fun and she bought three pair of thong panties something she used to wear in college while dating an old flame. She had also bought a gorgeous red dress after work for tomorrow that was both elegant and sexy, something that was way out of her usual comfort zone as it had a generous v-neck line and a side slit that would probably show her thigh high lace tops if anyone was paying attention. Yet, she was feeling sexy and wanted, and those two are a great mixture to open up a girl's conservative nature.




Serendipity



Cupid got himself a tux for tomorrow and rented a limo as he prepared to woo her like she had never been wooed before. He also planned to tell her the truth of who he really was.

That night, both of them went to bed with anticipation and anxiety of the day that lay ahead. For Beth she worried that Cupid was hiding a dark secret, no man was as perfect as he seemed to be; Cupid, meanwhile, had made a decision, he would tell her the truth and let her decide his fate.

.....

Both spent all day filled with excitement and trepidation at the hope that maybe this was the one...again.

After work, Beth went home and got dressed for her hopeful romantic date. She dressed in the thong and thigh high stockings she had bought last night as well as the fire engine red dress she had purchased yesterday. Her hair was down, something she seldom did, and she actually wore a bit of eye liner and blush. She had just slipped on her three inch heels, something she hadn't worn since a wedding a couple of years ago, when there was a knock at the door.

Cupid had on a tux and champagne cooling in the limo. Butterflies tickled inside as he waited to see the woman he felt he loved. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

"Wow," Cupid said, speechless as he looked at Beth.

"Wow, yourself," Beth smiled, feeling both the warmth of feeling the sincerity of the impact she had on Cupid and the instant tingle down below at seeing Cupid in a tux. He was utterly gorgeous.

Cupid felt his cock rise just looking at Beth as he stammered, "You look radiant."

Beth complimented back, "You clean up pretty nice yourself."

"It's the tux," Cupid joked.

"I disagree," Beth retorted.

After a brief silence, Cupid said, "Well we should go. I have us reservations at Ardells."

"You do not," Beth gasped, unable to believe Cupid could possibly get a reservation at the most prestigious restaurant in town, on Valentine's Day no less.

"I do," Cupid said, smiling at how he got the reservation with one shot of his arrow, killing two birds with one stone. Offering his arm, "Shall we go, my lady?"

"Why yes, my gentleman," Beth replied with an English accent.

Cupid led her outside and Beth stammered, "Y-y-you got a limo?"

"My Porsche is in the shop," Cupid joked.

"Well that explains it," Beth laughed as they reached the limo.

The driver opened the door for the couple and Beth slipped into the limo. Sitting down, she couldn't believe just how amazing the inside looked. There was light jazz playing on the stereo and champagne chilling. Cupid joined her and asked, "Can I offer you a drink?"

"Yes, please," Beth replied, beginning to feel like a celebrity.

Cupid poured two glasses and said, "A toast."

"To what?" Beth asked, although she could think of a few things.

"To new beginnings," Cupid said, the full meaning of his toast not yet revealed.

"To new beginnings," Beth agreed wholeheartedly.

Their glasses went clink and they drank their champagne their eyes locked on each other.

The next two and a half hours were the best two and a half hours of both Beth's and Cupid's life. They drank, they chatted, they ate, chatted some more, both offering new tidbits of information about each other. The five course meal was the best Beth had ever had and the best in years for Cupid (travelling the world for centuries he had way too many favourite meals).

Once desert was done and the bill paid, Cupid decided it was now or never. He asked, "Beth do you trust me?"

"Of course," Beth answered, realizing she did completely. He was everything Jared wasn't.

"I have something I have to tell you," Cupid continued.

Beth let out the slightest of sighs. That one sentence bringing every insecurity in her to the forefront. That sentence was never good news. She tried to hide her worry, "Ok."

Cupid saw the shift in Beth and trying to comfort her explained, "It is nothing bad, Beth. I am not married, or crazy, or anything, but what I have to tell you is a bit hard to believe."

"What is it?" Beth desperate to know, feeling a mixture of curiosity and fear.

"It is best if I show you?" Cupid said, standing up and taking her hand.

Beth followed Cupid out the door and into the fresh air. He led her silently to a secluded spot and said, "Now don't be scared, but this is going to get weird."

"How do I not get scared when you say that?" Beth asked, her mind spinning with anxiety over the vague explanation.

Cupid took her hands and asked, "Have you ever been to the Eiffel Tower?"

"What? No, why?" Beth asked.

"That is where we are going," Cupid replied.

"When?" Beth asked, trying to keep playing along with Cupid's strangeness.

"Promise you won't freak out," Cupid asked.

"Yes, I promise," Beth said, frustrated.

Instantly, they were at the top of the Eiffel Tower.

Beth's eyes went big as she was high up on what seemed to be the Eiffel Tower. "What, how?"

"Relax, my love," Cupid said, holding her tight.

The words 'my love' did relax Beth as she took a deep breath and looked around. She was definitely in Paris in the early morning. But how? "H-h-how did you do this?"

"I'm Cupid," Cupid answered.

"I know that," Beth began, before clarity hit her. "You...are...the...real...Cupid?"

"Yes," Cupid nodded.

"Wow?" Beth said, her head spinning at this revelation.

"It gets stranger," Cupid said.

"How is that possible?" Beth asked, unable to fathom the true reality of the moment.

"I have been searching for the perfect woman for centuries," Cupid began.

"Centuries?" Beth repeated as a question.

Cupid nodded and explained, "And when we bumped into each other I felt something I had not felt in decades and as I got to know you better I knew you were the one."

"Me?" Beth said, suddenly feeling like she was dreaming.

"Yes you, Beth," Cupid smiled, "You are perfect."

Beth's heart melted as tears began to stream down her cheeks.

Cupid continued, "I love you, Beth."

Beth knew as sure as she knew she was on the Eiffel Tower that she loved him too. "I love you too, Cupid."

Their kiss was intimate and sweet, yet passionate and hungry and it lasted an eternity. Cupid never wanted this moment to end, but he couldn't keep back the secret that was still inside him. Breaking the kiss, he said, suddenly nervous, "There is one more thing."

Beth could see Cupid's anxiety as he looked into her eyes. She asked warmly, "What is it?"

"I-I-I am a virgin," Cupid admitted.

"Really?" Beth asked, thinking that seemed impossible. "But you have lived for centuries."

"Ay, there's the rub," Cupid smiled, quoting Hamlet.

"I don't understand," Beth said.

"I have kissed girls, but the rules of being Cupid are pretty clear. I must stay untainted. If I make love to a woman I become mortal," Cupid explained.

Beth just stared at Cupid, before finally asking, "Y-y-you stop being Cupid?"

"Yes," Cupid nodded.

Suddenly Beth was conflicted. She knew without questioning it that she loved Cupid, yet she also didn't want to be the one that took Cupid away from his duty of spreading love throughout the world. "I don't know what to say," Beth finally said.

Cupid smiled, "I have already made up my mind, Beth. I want to be with you."

"But what about all the good you do?" Beth asked.

"Well the way I see it, people will fall in love with or without me. There was no Cupid that brought you and I together," Cupid explained. Beth gave him a look, and Cupid defended, "I did not use my arrows on you Beth, I swear."

"I believe you," she said, leaning in for a kiss. Breaking the kiss, Beth asked, her hand going to his crotch, "So how do we go about making you human?"

Cupid blushed as all the blood shifted from one head to another. "W-w-we need to make love."

"Hmmmmmm," Beth purred, her hand squeezing his hard cock as her mouth went to his ear. "No one seems to be here this early in the morning."

Cupid stammered, "Well, it is five thirty in the morning here."

"France is six hours ahead of New York?" Beth asked, still trying to come to grips with the weirdness of it all.

"Yep," Cupid shrugged, before taking Beth's hands and asking, "Ready for our next rendezvous?"

"I am ready for anything as long as it is with you," Beth replied.

A second later they were in a luxury hotel room.

"Where are we?" Beth asked.

"Venice, I booked a room here and checked in last night Venice time," Cupid smiled.

"A little presumptuous, don't you think?" Beth questioned playfully.

"Better safe than sorry," Cupid replied, "I wanted tonight to be perfect."

"Looks like it is morning," Beth replied, looking out their balcony and to the river, where people just seemed to be waking up for the day, another reminder of just how bizarre the whole thing was, it wasn't even midnight her time.

Cupid came up behind her and said, "Venice is one of my favorite places."

Beth turned around and into his arms, "Well it is quickly becoming my favorite place."

The kiss began soft and tender, each exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. It started tentative and sweet, but as time passed the intensity increased. Five minutes became ten and ten became twenty before Beth finally broke the kiss. There was an undeniable hunger in her eyes as she lowered herself to her knees. She unfastened his belt, pulled down his pants and underwear, releasing Cupid's cock from its captive position.

Cupid watched in awe as she opened her mouth and took his cock in-between her sweet lips. If Cupid thought she was beautiful before, it didn't compare to the sight of her slowly moving back and forth on his cock.

"Oh yes," Cupid groaned, as the seemingly innocent Beth revealed another thing she was very good at. Cupid had had oral sex before, both giving and receiving (absurd but the definition of sex was clearly defined as penis into vagina and thus oral sex doesn't count), but like every other experience with Beth this was like the first time all over.

Beth loved hearing the soft moans from Cupid and wanted to make him come with her mouth so the love making session would last longer. Although shy in public, in the bedroom Beth came to life. She enjoyed giving head, she liked taking risks and just letting go.

Cupid knew he wouldn't last long, not having received oral sex since the 1950s. He warned after only a couple of minutes of Beth's lips wrapped around his cock, "Damn, Beth, I am going to come soon."

Beth didn't slow down, she sped up, hungry to taste the God of Love's cum. She was not disappointed as a few seconds later Cupid's sweet cum coated her throat.

Cupid couldn't believe how great his orgasm felt as Beth took all his cum.

After receiving every last drop, Beth allowed Cupid's cock to slip out of her mouth. Getting off her knees, Beth moved back up and pushed Cupid onto the bed. She pulled off his shoes, yanked off his pants and socks and crawled onto him.

This time it was Cupid's turn to take control. He flipped Beth onto her back and kissed her passionately. It was now his turn to be hungry. He had pleasured many women with his tongue over the centuries and had mastered the skill including the elusive g-spot mystery. He pulled her up and Beth quickly discarded her dress, now only in bra, thong, stockings and heels. "Hmmmm, stockings, I love stockings."

Beth smiled, flipping her heels off and rubbing her stocking-clad feet around Cupid pulling him back down onto her. "I will wear them every day for you, Cupid."

"Delicious," Cupid replied, again slowly moving down Beth's beautiful body. Reaching her breasts, he buried his face between her small, but firm breasts.

Beth chuckled, "Would you like better access?"

"That would be very nice," Cupid replied, and watched amazed as Beth quickly took off her bra like it was a magic trick.

As soon as Beth's fully erect nipples were free, Cupid took each one in his mouth, going back and forth between the two. Beth moaned, her nipples being excessively sensitive and a direct trigger to her pussy. "Oh, that feels so nice, Cupid."

Cupid continued the lavish attention on her breasts for another minute or two, before he slowly moved to her thong covered pussy, a wetness already displaying her excitement. He put his lips on her pussy through the thin fabric and breathed hard onto her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Cuuuuupid," Beth whimpered, the direct contact creating a burning desire instantly.

Cupid put his hands on her lips and Beth naturally lifted up her ass. Cupid slid the thong down Beth's stocking-clad legs and once off, instead of returning to Beth's pussy, he took her feet into his hand's and kissed her silk-clad toes.

Beth had never had a man pleasure her feet so intimately and it only enhanced the burning fire inside her.

Cupid sucked each toe into his mouth before slowly moving down her leg and back to Beth's wet glistening pussy, her swollen clit begging for attention.

Beth begged, suddenly desperate to feel Cupid in her, "I need you in me now."

Cupid instead buried his face in her pussy and began licking slowly, parting Beth's lips with his tongue.

"Oh, yeeees," Beth moaned.

Cupid continued the slow simmering for a couple of minutes before swirling his tongue around Beth's clit and then flicking her clit with his tongue.

"Oooooooooh please, stop teasing me, baby," Beth whimpered, his tongue driving her wild.

Cupid sensing she was close, he slipped his finger inside her and quickly found her g-spot. As he put pressure on Beth's clit with his mouth and began to shake his head left and right, he tapped on her g-spot like a drum.

"Oh God, oh God, shiiiiiiiiiiit," Beth screamed, Cupid bringing new pleasure she never knew existed. The orgasm was the most intense she had ever felt as her legs stiffened and her body quaked and quaked, a solid 9.9 on the Richter scale.

Cupid lapped the sweet champagne from the most beautiful girl in the world and it tasted better than water after being lost in the desert for years.

Beth pulled Cupid's head deeper into her as the never ending orgasm continued to riddle her body. Finally, she let go of Cupid's head and Cupid slid his finger out of Beth's leaking pussy.

Cupid looked at Beth's red cheeks, his cock hard and ready to end his time as the God of Love by finding love himself.

Beth opened her eyes and looked into Cupid's. She could see through him and she said, "You were there when I got the flowers, weren't you? When I found the candy?"

"Yes," Cupid replied, you looked like at me each time.

"I could sense someone there. I thought I was going crazy," Beth smiled.

"I'm crazy for you," Cupid playfully replied.

"This whole thing is crazy," Beth said, pulling him to her.

"Let's be crazy together," Cupid suggested.

"Are you ready?" Beth asked.

"I have never been more ready than I am at this moment," Cupid answered.

"Make love to me, Cupid," Beth said, opening her stocking-clad legs.

Cupid positioned himself between Beth's legs and moved his cock to her pussy.

"I love you Beth," Cupid said, looking into Beth's eyes and seeing forever in them.

"I love you too, Cupid," Beth returned, seeing the man behind the God.

Cupid looked up, saying goodbye to the Gods, before he leaned forward and began his life as a man.

THE END!!!



Serendipity



Rheumatic fever started it all and set the stage for what ultimately happened. While rare in the United States, the fever still managed to overtake me early in the fourth grade. Complications from the disease proved serious enough that much of my school year was sidelined and my family decided it was best to hold me back a year.

Being a year older than everyone else in my class was both a blessing and a curse. I was called 'Grandpa' or 'Pops' by my many of my classmates. Most of it was good-natured but the whole thing got stale after a while. Hence the curse part.

Things changed as I approached high school. I turned sixteen the summer before tenth grade and was the only kid with a driver's license when school started. That was the blessing, or so I thought the day I got my license.

I became a popular transportation resource for my friends during daylight hours but my parents were too smart to let me drive after dark, which put a major damper on my plans for an active sex life in the back seat of the family Crown Victoria.

I attended one high school in the tenth and eleventh grades. Then my father accepted a job in a different state, the family moved, and I found myself facing a second school entering the twelfth. Biology became a problem. Both schools required one credit in biology to graduate with the 'academic' diploma required for students heading off to college. The problem was that the two school districts put the biology requirement in a different grade. The first school held it to be a senior level subject. The last had it scheduled as a part of the tenth grade curriculum. 

Since I had most of the credits I needed to graduate, my senior schedule was going to be fairly light. Biology would be my first class in the morning followed by AP Math and English. Lunch would break the day in half and was to be followed by two back-to-back study halls. My school day would be over by two o'clock. And so, on the first day of classes in my senior year, I found myself, at the advanced age of eighteen, entering a room full of tenth graders.

Normally, I would take a seat in the back of the room where I could observe the other students during class when the subject matter got boring. But since I found nothing interesting about sophomores, I took a seat in front that first morning. No teacher was in sight so I settled in to wait for his or her arrival.

A bell rang. Still no teacher. A couple of minutes passed before she strode purposefully through the doorway carrying what was probably a class roster and grade book. I immediately lost interest in what she was carrying. She was gorgeous. Or at least her face was. Her body was hidden by a long, loose-fitting skirt and matching long sleeved blouse that blurred the lines of her figure.

She was a small woman, perhaps five foot two or three and likely not much more than a hundred pounds or so. She had an unruly mop of short, dark curly hair, a generous mouth, and beautiful green eyes I could easily see from my vantage point just a few feet away. Biology class was beginning to look far more interesting than I originally thought.

"Good morning class. My name is Miss Wells," she announced. "We have something in common. This is your first day in biology class and it's my first official day of teaching. I know a lot about biology but I have much to learn about teaching so we'll all just have to work our way through the school year together. I'm betting it will be lots of fun."

Miss Wells spent a few minutes taking attendance and we each acknowledged our presence when our names were called. 

"Let's get started," she finally declared, satisfied that her roster and class attendees matched. I paid little attention, completely mesmerized by her beauty and overwhelmed by my own raging hormones.

Two days later I got an 'F' on a pop quiz concerning the previous day's lab work. I was dumbfounded, having never received a failing grade in my life. When the bell rang to announce the end of the period, I tried to blend in with the younger kids and slink out the door.

"Chris!" Miss Wells called out. "Hold on a moment please."

"Yes Ma'am," I answered and returned to stand at her desk.

"After grading your quiz last night, I pulled your transcript this morning. You've been a straight 'A' student all your life. I'm a little puzzled."

There was no way I was going to tell her I'd spent every moment during the week fantasizing about her instead of paying attention.

"I guess I thought the material would be easier since the class is for sophomores. I should have paid more attention. It won't happen again."

"Good. With your academic record, you should be able to handle this material with ease. I'll see you tomorrow. And if you need help, just ask."

"Yes Ma'am."

I kept my word. With great effort, I focused on the class material and got high marks on quizzes, tests, and lab reports. Miss Wells was confined to my nocturnal activities. I jerked off every night after lights out with her as the center of my thoughts, trying to imagine what might be hidden beneath the loose clothing she wore.

****

After a month or so went by, it was apparent that Miss Wells had a gift for teaching. One by one, she uncovered some special area of interest to pursue with each student in addition to the routine biology lessons. In my case, she detected something satirical and loaned me a copy of Voltaire's Candide. After that it was the works of Jonathan Swift beginning with Gulliver's Travels. 

By late October, I began to realize that she had singled me out for a little more attention than the younger students received. The difference was subtle but detectable. Greatly flattered, I chalked it up to my age and maturity compared to the others.

Biology was divided between classroom lectures and lab work. Tuesdays and Thursdays were lab days. In early November Miss Wells detained me at the end of class on a Monday.

"Chris," she began, "I could use a little help on Mondays and Wednesdays getting ready for the next day's laboratory work. I was wondering if you might be interested in being my lab assistant. I know you have back-to-back study halls each afternoon. If you don't need all that time for your homework, I can get you excused to help me if you're willing."

I'd have scrubbed the teacher's lounge on my hands and knees with my own toothbrush if that would keep me close to Miss Wells for a little more time each week.

"I'd love to help out," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "I always knock out my homework in the first study hall period. I usually read the books you've loaned me during the second."

"Good!" she exclaimed. "I'll get you released from the second study hall. Meet me in the lab at one o'clock sharp."

And so it was that I got to spend an additional two hours each week with the woman of my fantasies. I was in heaven. She looked good and smelled good when I could get close enough to breathe in her intoxicating scent. The extra time poured fuel on the fire and my nightly masturbation episodes took on a new intensity.

Miss Wells and I worked together easily. My job was to thaw out the specimens for dissection by the students the following day and to lay out scalpels and pins at each work station. Whenever I thought it safe, I would study her closely as she moved about the lab or sat grading papers.

Over time I gradually learned a little more about her. Another teacher stuck her head in the laboratory door one afternoon and addressed her as 'April.' One of the tenth grade girls got into a discussion about birthstones at the end of class one day and Miss Wells said she had two - tourmaline and opal. A little research told me her birth month was October. I had already concluded that she was very young, maybe only twenty-two or twenty-three; not all that much older than my nearly nineteen years. That started me thinking along forbidden lines.

Day by day I became more smitten. I began to invent reasons to linger in the lab after I had completed my work. Miss Wells didn't seem to notice and I became emboldened. Finally, I made an error in judgment and did something really stupid. 

"Miss Wells, do you suppose you and I might have lunch or dinner together this weekend. Or maybe catch a movie?" I asked, hoping like crazy she'd say yes.

Miss Wells stared at me for a moment and then crushed me. She did it kindly, but I was destroyed nonetheless.

"Chris, you are an attractive young man and I'm flattered by your invitation. But it's not going to happen. You are a student and I am a teacher. Socializing together is a line that we are not going to cross. I hope you understand."

"Yes...yes ma'am," I stammered, blushing furiously. "I'm sorry. I know I was out of line."

And then a thought struck me.

"How about after I graduate?"

After another long look, she replied.

"That's a different matter. Perhaps we can have lunch together to celebrate your graduation. We'll talk about it in June. In the meantime, you need to be concentrating on your school work, applying to colleges, and looking for scholarship opportunities. With your grades, you should have your pick of good schools."

"I'm already working on that. I've submitted an application for appointment to the Air Force Academy. I've been thinking I might want to be a fighter pilot."

"Chris, I think you're going to be successful at whatever you decide to do. Now let's finish up and call it a day."

****

The rest of the school year dragged on, seemingly forever. I spent much of my time mentally slobbering all over myself with thoughts of the two of us enjoying an intimate relationship after graduation. 

In April I was notified that I had received the appointment to the Academy. My parents were thrilled. After all, a free education was a huge financial windfall for the family.

A couple of weeks before the school year ended, the biology classes were thrown a curve. Miss Wells informed us that the school board had decided to insert a week of sex education into the biology syllabus at the end of the school year. This announcement was met with snickers and giggles from the tenth graders and a pounding heart from the lone twelfth grader.

Miss Wells wrapped up biology work for our class with a final exam on a Friday morning, which I aced. Sex education would begin on Monday and would not be subject to testing for a variety of reasons.

I spent as much of the weekend jerking off as I could manage. I mean, hell, I knew a little about the birds and the bees but the thought of Miss Wells talking about sex openly was almost more than I could handle.

On Monday morning, she walked into class with something rolled up under her arm. All of us watched wide-eyed as she unrolled a huge diagram of female genitalia and taped it to the white board. An equally large diagram of male equipment was soon taped alongside.

Miss Wells turned to face us and stepped to one side without saying a word for a minute or two, apparently letting us get used to the images in the front of the room. She seemed completely at ease while the students, including me, were blushing furiously. 

Finally, she picked up a pointer and tapped it lightly on the limp dick in the diagram.

"Anyone know what this is?" she asked with a slight smile. Her question was met with silence.

"Come on," she encouraged.

Fuck it, I thought to myself. "It's a penis," I announced, trying to appear calm but giving myself away as my voice cracked.

"Correct. Now what is this?" she inquired, tapping the pointer on the crotch in the other diagram.

Finally one of the more outspoken girls in the class announced that it was, indeed, a vagina.

"Good. Now that we all know the basic parts, let's go into more detail and spend the rest of the week learning why these two items are quite likely the most important biological objects on the planet.

The rest of the week was insane. Miss Wells remained completely at ease as she described, in detail, the various parts that make up the male and female reproductive systems. She pulled no punches. I am certain she went well beyond what the school board had in mind as she spent a lot of time talking about human sexual response from arousal to climax, explaining in detail how men and women gave each other pleasure during the sex act. She described various positions for intercourse and the advantages and disadvantages of each, using two well-endowed, anatomically correct dolls to illustrate her points.

She quickly brushed aside male orgasms, claiming that men enjoyed an orgasm virtually every time they had sex. Women, she informed us, were not so lucky. And then she proceeded to describe in detail what a female orgasm felt like and what a considerate, attentive gentleman might do to help a woman achieve her objective.

"The man who takes his time is certain to be a hit with the ladies," she informed us, "unless the lady in question is in need of a quickie." This comment invoked further giggles and snickers from the class.

Miss Wells emphasized the importance of safe sex and then discussed birth control, informing everyone that the various methods available to achieve it were a matter of personal choice.

After covering those subjects, she blew us all away by openly discussing masturbation. Falling just short of assigning homework for the topic, I was certain there were a lot of busy fingers that night.

I spent most of the week with an erection and I'm pretty sure the other guys did as well. For their part, the girls spent a lot of time squirming in their seats. Miss Wells pretended not to notice.

On Friday, the senior class was finished for the year. The underclassmen had a few remaining classes the following week while we seniors went through several days of endless rehearsals for the various recognition and graduation ceremonies. Throughout that week, I did not lay eyes on Miss Wells.

Graduation day finally arrived and it was all a blur of caps, gowns, proud parents, beaming relatives, friends and classmates. I don't know about the rest of the seniors, but I was exhausted at the end of the long day and slept until my alarm went off at ten the next morning. The only thing I had to do was turn in my cap and gown at the school before noon. After that, I had the entire day to myself. And I was almost nineteen years old; free to do whatever I wanted.

My parents, bless their hearts, had given me a late model used car as an early graduation present. I had two weeks before reporting to the Academy in Colorado Springs and nothing to do but pack before leaving. After showering, shaving, and dressing in shorts and a tee shirt, I grabbed my cap and gown and headed to my high school for the very last time. Or so I thought at the time.

****

After standing in line forever in the gym, I handed over my cap and gown, got a receipt, and went out into the hallway, almost knocking Miss Wells down when I ran into her. Literally.

"Oh, jeez," I exclaimed, "I am so sorry."

"That's okay Chris," she laughed as she straightened her clothing. "I was looking for you anyway."

I was suddenly speechless when I saw what she was wearing. I had known her for about nine months and had never seen skin other than her hands, face, neck and the occasional glimpse of an ankle. Today she was wearing a sleeveless wraparound dress with a hem than ended just above her knees. Her legs were bare and the open-toed high heels she wore accentuated the beautiful curve of her calves. She was stunning.

"Wha...why?" I stammered.

"Some time ago we discussed having lunch together to celebrate your graduation. If you have no other plans, I'd like to buy your lunch."

"I don't have any plans. I was just starting to think about how I wanted to spend my first day of freedom from school," I replied after regaining my composure. "Lunch would be nice."

"Do you have wheels?" Miss Wells inquired.

"I do. My parents bought me a car for graduation. I've had it for a couple of months."

"Congratulations! If you'd like to follow me, I know a nice place across town to have a relaxing lunch. My car is in the faculty lot. Drive around and meet me at the entrance to the school," she instructed. "I'm driving a red Camaro."

I bolted for my car, thrilled at the prospect of spending time with her outside of a classroom or laboratory. As I drove out of the student lot, I spotted her car and pulled in behind as she turned onto the street fronting the school. Twenty minutes later we parked side by side in front of an obviously upscale restaurant.

"I can't go in there dressed like this," I protested, gesturing at my shorts and tee shirt.

"I know it looks pretty swanky, but it's really very casual."

We entered and were shown to a booth, the hostess paying no attention to my attire.

When we were seated and had ordered iced tea, I asked her the question that had been on my mind during the drive over; or one of the questions at least.

"What made you decide to go to lunch with me?"

"Well, you are no longer a student and I am no longer a teacher."

"What?" I asked, not certain if I had heard her correctly.

"I gave notice two weeks ago. As of today, I am unemployed. I have decided to attend graduate school and pursue a doctorate in microbiology at Michigan State. They have an excellent program up there."

"But you are such a great teacher. All your students think so highly of you," I offered, also thinking that her resignation was probably the reason she was willing to go way out on a limb during our week of sex education.

"I do enjoy teaching and I will return to it someday, but I think I want to teach at the collegiate level. I'll need a doctorate to be a full professor and get tenure. No sense wasting time, so I start classes in the fall. How about you? When do you report to the Air Force Academy?"

"In two weeks."

"Are you driving out there?"

"I can't have a car the first year so my folks are going to store it for me. Next summer I'll take leave and drive the car back out to the Academy when it's time to return."

Our server returned with our tea and took our orders. Miss Wells surprised me by ordering a cheeseburger and fries. I would have guessed she'd order something healthy. Having no such inclination, I ordered a Reuben sandwich and fries.

"Miss Wells...," I began after the server departed.

"Call me April," she interrupted.

"April it is then. I know a guy is not supposed to ask a woman her age, but I've been curious about you ever since the start of the school year."

"I'm twenty-two," she replied with a chuckle. "I was twenty-one when I graduated from college and didn't turn twenty-two until last October. And I know from your records how old you are. You'll be nineteen next month and I know all about the rheumatic fever. That's in your record too."

We talked for a few more minutes until our meals arrived. April attacked her burger with relish and I did the same with my Reuben, suddenly realizing I was starving.

We continued to talk between mouthfuls and, before we knew it, our lunch had been consumed.

"Tell me," April began after wiping her mouth with a napkin, "what time do you have to be home today?"

"I don't have to go home at all. After yesterday, my house rules have been reduced to only two. I have to tell my folks if I'm going to be home for dinner and I have to tell them if I'm going to spend the night away from the house so they won't wait up for me. Mom and Dad both feel strongly that, because of my age, and because I'll be sworn into the Air Force in a couple of weeks I might as well enjoy as much freedom as possible. They know I won't have much of that during the first year at the Academy."

"Well, if you're interested, I have something I'd like to show you."

I didn't give a shit what she wanted to show me. All I wanted to do was prolong our time together.




Serendipity



"I'd like that," I responded, thrilled that she had made the offer.

"Good!" she replied and signaled for the check. "We'll be driving for about fifteen minutes. Just follow me."

April paid the bill and we headed outside to our cars. Within ten minutes we were out in the countryside in an area I had never seen before. Five minutes later she pulled into a driveway and brought her car to a halt in front of a stately Victorian house. A 'For Sale' sign had been stuck into the ground.

"This was my parents place," she informed me. "They moved to an adults-only community in Arizona a couple of years ago and deeded the property to me. I live in the guest house out back. At first I intended to keep it, but once I decided to go back to school I put it on the market. Proceeds from the sale will see me through my doctorate. Come on inside. It is an interesting old place."

I followed her inside and was given the grand tour. It was in imposing house and I was complimentary about the quality of workmanship, although I spent most of my time admiring April as she ushered me through the house.

"Why do live in the guest house?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"I was raised in this house, but the decorating style is uniquely my mom's. I wanted a place I could set up as my own, so I cleared everything out of the guest house and started over. Would you like to see it?"

"Sure," I replied, anxious to do anything that would extend our time together.

"This way," she ordered and led me out a back door toward a cozy looking cottage about thirty yards away.

The cottage was really nice. An open concept great room adjoined a well-equipped kitchen. A short hallway led back to what was presumably a bedroom and bathroom. April had done a nice job furnishing and decorating the place. All the floors that I could see were hardwood with tasteful area rugs in all the right places. Abundant windows let in a lot of natural light, so there was heavy reliance on plants, hanging and otherwise, to finish everything off. Although I was far more interested in April, I was impressed with her little house and she was clearly proud of the results of her efforts.

"What do you think?" she asked with a sweeping gesture.

"This is really nice," I said, and meant it. "In addition to being a great teacher, you have a knack for interior decorating. I have an older sister who makes her living as a decorator. She would love this place."

"Thank you Chris. I think I did a good job and I really hate to sell it, but someday I'll have another place to call my own. Can I offer you a soda or bottle of water?"

"A Coke would be nice if you have it. Or a Pepsi."

"One Coke coming right up," she said as she pulled one from her refrigerator.

"Here you go. Feel free to look around. I'll be back in a jiffy," she announced as she disappeared down the hallway toward the back of the cottage.

I took a sip of my drink and went to stand in front of a picture window that looked out over the grounds. It was a nice setting and I was thrilled to be here with April. So far, the day had exceeded my wildest expectations.

"A penny for your thoughts," said a voice right behind me that caused me to jump and splash Coke onto the back of my hand.

"Shit!" I yelped as I spun around. "Sorry," I added because of the language. One didn't say 'shit' in front of a teacher and I was still getting used to the idea that April and I no longer had a teacher-student relationship. And then I froze.

April was barefoot which explained why I didn't hear her approach. And she had changed her dress. This one was a printed number with a scoop neck and a hem that only fell to mid-thigh. A row of snaps down the front held the dress together; or were supposed to. Several of them at top and bottom were undone, revealing an alluring amount of cleavage and a hint of inner thigh. She was clearly braless. Prominent nipples poked at the sheer fabric.

"I...uh...uh..."

"Chris, have you ever had sex with a woman?"

Within a microsecond I understood what was about to happen. My heart began to pound, my face flushed, and my throat constricted as I took in the sight before me.

"No," I croaked and then coughed nervously into my hand.

"Any experience at all?"

"Just...just a little groping and kissing," I stammered. 

"Well, that is about to change. Just think of this as a graduate level course in sex education," she said softly, as she moved forward to kiss me full on the mouth. I didn't know what to do, so I stood there like an idiot with can of Coke in one hand and no idea what to do with the other.

April understood. Stepping back slightly, she removed the can from my hand, set it aside, and moved into my arms to resume the kiss. Her hot little tongue probed my lips and a lightning bolt shot through my body. I was instantly erect. Embarrassed by my body's reaction, I turned slightly to one side as April once again broke away from the kiss.

"Stop trying to conceal your erection," she murmured as she pressed her body hard against mine. "You are supposed to get an erection in a situation like this."

I was now on fire and I wanted to resume the kiss. This time I pulled her tightly against my body and surrendered to the taste and smell and feel of her closeness.

Moments later April broke free of my embrace, leaned back, and looked into my eyes.

"The first time I had sex was in the back seat of a car at a drive-in movie. And I loved it. I loved the sex and I loved the secretiveness and the naughtiness of what we were doing in a semi-public venue. Stay right where you are."

And so I stood there hyperventilating with my erection trying to burst out of my shorts while April moved quickly about the room, pulling shades to darken the room. Then she turned on the television, flipped quickly through the channels to find an old movie, and turned the volume all the way down. Apparently satisfied with the ambience she had created; she walked toward me with a slight smile on her lips, gave my swollen member a playful squeeze, and then took my hand in hers.

"Come with me," she ordered softly as she led me over to the sofa. Taking a seat facing the television, she pulled me down to sit by her side and immediately turned her body toward mine. 

I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her to resume the kiss. I wasn't sure what I should do with my hands, so cupped a shoulder with one hand and pressed the other against the small of her back as we continued the embrace.

Just as I was really getting into kissing a grown woman for the first time in my life, she pulled back once again.

"Chris, it's okay to touch my body."

"Where?" I asked, not knowing exactly what she wanted.

"Wherever you like," she answered.

"I want to touch you everywhere," I declared.

"Then you had better get started," she said as she slowly opened the remaining snaps on her dress and pulled the material aside to reveal her body.

I stared at her in wonder. In my limited experience with girls I had occasionally caught tantalizing glimpses of female skin, but I had never seen a woman's body almost completely naked. April's breasts were high and firm with erect nipples. Her stomach was flat and a triangle of dark hair between her splendid legs gave a promise of pleasures yet to come.

Very gently, I cupped one of her breasts and brushed my thumb softly across the nipple. A soft moan from April told me I had done something right. Bending down, I took the nipple into my mouth, began to massage it with my tongue, and was rewarded by a more urgent throaty sound of arousal. 

Instinct took over and I let my hand roam over her upper body, softly touching her face, neck, shoulder, and breasts. Then, tentatively, I began to slide my hand down her ribcage to her waist and around to her stomach.

Suddenly, April placed one of her hands on top of mine as though signaling me to stop. Just as I began to feel a twinge of despair, she pushed my hand down between her legs and opened her thighs. I was now in uncharted territory. On one earlier occasion I had managed to get a hand between a girl's legs but she was wearing shorts and had no intention of letting my hand inside.

We had all learned about female lubrication in class, but I was amazed at the wetness my fingers encountered. Fortunately, that same class gave me an academic knowledge of female genitalia. I knew about the labia major, the labia minor, the clitoris, and the vagina. So I began a gentle exploration that soon had April writhing under my touch and rewarding me with soft murmurs and moans that told me I was performing well.

I did not yet know about something called the G-spot, but instinct caused me to curl my fingers upward and stroke the front of her vaginal wall. The result was electrifying for her and for me. April let out a sharp cry and thrust her hips upward. I increased the speed and force of my stroking and she began to frantically tug at my zipper, soon freeing my rock-hard erection.

"Now!" she ordered, as she lay back to hook one leg over the back of the sofa and move her other leg out to the side. 

We were now both in a fever pitch. Clumsily, I released the button on my shorts and tugged everything down below my knees. As I positioned myself between April's widely splayed legs, she reached down to grasp my hardness and position it where it needed to be.

Nothing in my relatively short life had prepared me for the exquisite sensation of entering the hot, wet center of a highly aroused woman. I do not have the vocabulary to accurately describe what I felt as I slipped easily inside April's body.

"Oh God," she breathed.

"Oh God," I echoed.

Mindful of her comments about a man taking his time with a woman, I resisted the urge to begin thrusting frantically into her. It was the right choice. As I moved slowly inside her, she began to counterthrust with a tempo that matched my own. Within seconds we had established a pace that suited her and allowed me to maintain some measure of control. But not for long.

April's arousal climbed swiftly and she began a continuous chant of moans, murmurs, and muted yelps of pleasure that let me know it was time to pick up the pace.

"Oh yes! Yes!" she cried out sharply as I increased the speed and power of my thrusts.

"Harder!" she demanded and I complied with the lady's wishes by pounding myself into her at a pace that was certain to cause me to lose control sooner than I would like.

Just when I knew I could no longer hold out, April clawed fiercely at my tee shirt, started to tremble violently beneath me, and let out a long wail of release.

I had been masturbating for years and was very familiar with the intense pleasure of ejaculation, but I was unprepared for the overwhelming sensation of exploding inside this woman. Letting out a primal roar, my contractions were in perfect syncopation with April's rhythmic contractions. 

I held her tightly against me as we struggled to get control of our breathing. As her body began to relax, I withdrew and sat upright between her legs so I could study her body more closely.

Her left leg still rested on the back of the sofa. She slowly repositioned the other to drape it across my thigh. With a forearm resting across her eyes, her breathing slowed, her breasts rising and falling at a more normal pace. 

With the exception of the dress still clinging to her shoulders, she lay naked in front of me. A thin trail of semen was entwined in her pubic hair, a product of my withdrawal.

I knew that I was looking at perfection. Her skin was flawless in the muted light from the silent television. I had little experience looking at women's bodies, but I understood with certainty that this woman had no peer. That she had chosen to share her body with me was beyond belief.

After a minute or so, April let out a long sigh and took her arm away from her eyes to look directly into mine.

"That was wonderful!" she exclaimed. "I love drive-in movies!" she added with a smile.

"Me too," I countered with a smile of my own.

"And now I'm going to let you in on a little secret that I didn't cover in sex education class," she continued. "At your age, you are in your sexual prime right now. That means you are going to fully recover in fifteen minutes or so. And when you do, we are going into my bedroom and do that all over again, but with no clothing to get in the way."

I was speechless; it would never have occurred to me that a woman might want to have sex more than once in a single day.

"And there is something else you need to know. We are consenting adults which means that nothing we do sexually is immoral or wrong in anyway. If we both want to do it, we should do it. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes," I answered, just barely believing my ears.

"One more thing," she continued. "It's okay to talk dirty during sex. Words like 'cock' and 'pussy' and 'fuck' and 'cum' are commonly used by both men and women. Don't be afraid to say them because I certainly won't. So, that said, in a few minutes you are going to put your cock back inside my pussy fuck me until I cum."

Most of my friends use the work 'fuck' a lot, although usually not in a sexual context. But it is amazing how the unexpected use of that word by a woman, particularly a beautiful naked woman, can be so arousing. My erection reappeared immediately.

"My, my," murmured April as she reached out to grasp my stiffened appendage, "what have we here?"

I was speechless, so she filled in the silence.

"I have a spare toothbrush. Go call your parents and tell them you will not be home tonight; not for dinner and not to sleep. There is a phone on the wall by the refrigerator. Then come find me in the bedroom."

I kicked free of my shorts and underpants, rose to my feet, and strode purposefully into the kitchen, my cock bouncing jauntily in the air as I went to make the call. My mother answered on the third ring and took the news as though my absence was routine. 

"Have fun, dear," she told me and disconnected the call. I couldn't help but wonder what her reaction would be if she could see me standing in April's kitchen wearing nothing but a tee shirt and sporting an enormous erection. Hanging up the phone, I went in search of April's bedroom. 

She had pulled most of the king-sized bedclothes down over the footboard, leaving only a fitted sheet and two pillows. Her dress had been flung over a nearby chair and she was lying on her side, watching me as I approached. Yanking my tee shirt off and casting it aside, I joined her on the bed and pulled her into my arms.

Our second encounter was a new and different revelation. Without the constraint of clothing and the dimensional restrictions imposed by the sofa, we had a lot more freedom of motion. April took advantage of that freedom to become much more energetic when I entered her for the second time in a half hour. As her arousal ramped up, she rocked her hips hard against mine, crying out her approval of what I was doing to her.

When I sensed she was getting close, I began to pound my cock into her pussy with tremendous force. Her response was to draw her knees back and open her legs wider, allowing the deepest possible penetration, her nipples dancing to the beat I established.

"Oh God! I'm going to cum!" she cried as she arched her back, clasped me in a tight embrace, and began to tremble as she had the first time. Moments later, she let out a muffled shriek; her mouth pressed against the side of my neck just as I lost control and spurted into her with huge flexing contractions. And once again, her pussy clenched rhythmically around my cock as she went over the edge into post-orgasmic euphoria and fell back onto the bed, completely exhausted.

With great effort, I suspended most of my weight on knees and forearms to avoid crushing her small body into the firm mattress. Her nipples brushed my chest as her breasts heaved in an effort to catch her breath. Eventually, our breathing slowed and I started to withdraw.

"Don't move," she ordered. "Stay right where you are."

I did as she directed, entwining my hands in her hair and gently kissing her eyelids, her ears, and her throat as I continued to slowly move my fading erection inside her wetness.

Eventually, all motion stopped. I pulled free and rolled over to her side, once again gathering her into my arms.

"That was unbelievable," she whispered sleepily. "Let's take a little nap. Then we'll get something to eat. Later tonight we're going to practice all those other positions I told you about in class. Tomorrow we'll work on oral sex." 

As I drifted off into a deep sleep, I knew that I had just died and gone to heaven.

The next morning, after an introduction to the joys of morning sex, I announced my intent to swing by my house to pick up more clothing and some other essentials.

"Shower first," she directed. "People who of have been having sex smell like they've been having sex. When you get back here, I'll teach you about something else we didn't cover in class."

"What's that?" I asked, now smart enough to know that whatever she came up with would blow my mind.

"Sex toys."

****

For most of the next two weeks we were almost inseparable. On a couple of occasions, at April's insistence, I went home for dinner and to sleep in my own room. I wasn't very enthusiastic about it, but April convinced me that I still had obligations as a family member, particularly since I would be leaving for the Academy soon and would not see my folks for several months.

The rest of the time we fucked. If there was any way that two people could enjoy sex, we did it. On one occasion we found a secluded place to park and had sensational sex in the back seat of my car. On another, we went to the only remaining drive-in theater in town and repeated our first encounter on April's sofa. From time to time, a vibrator or dildo was employed to add variety.

April's Camaro had a back seat in name only. But the hood of her car had a nice angle and I fucked her on it one night in the parking lot of the high school. The school was deserted for the summer but sheriff's deputies made frequent security checks to prevent vandalism. The risk of getting caught heightened our arousal and produced shattering orgasms for both of us.

A couple of nights later we returned to the school, climbed up the bleachers to the platform behind the scoreboard and had sensational sex with April bent over an electrical distribution box, her panties pulled down around her ankles.

Then suddenly it was the Saturday before my departure. I had a flight at eight o'clock on Monday morning that would put me in Colorado Springs around noon local time. Later that day I would be sworn into the Air Force. I had been silently dreading the whole business for about a week.

April and I were lying in bed after a particularly satisfying romp that included both oral and vaginal sex when she rolled toward me and propped her head up on one hand.

"Chris," she began, "I want you to shower and go home. And I want you to stay there until your flight leaves on Monday. You have to spend the time with your parents."

"I'm not going," I announced.

"What are you talking about? This is my house and you'll do as I ask," she declared forcefully.

"I mean I'm not going to the Academy. I love you and I don't want to be away from you. I've been thinking about this for several days. I'll go to Michigan with you, get a job, and take night classes while you pursue your doctorate."

April stared at me for a long moment and then broke my heart.

"Listen to me Chris. I know you think you're in love with me, but what we've shared these past two weeks wasn't about love. It was about sex. Fantastic sex to be sure, but it was just sex. In no time at all, you'll realize that I'm right. Now, go jump in the shower, get dressed, and go home."




Serendipity



I couldn't believe my ears. "Are you actually kicking me out?" I asked, my voice rising in pitch and volume.

"If you want to put it that way, yes. You need to go finish your education and so do I. I will not allow you to turn down an opportunity like the Academy on my account and I don't want to be distracted during the years of hard work that are staring me in the face. I am very fond of you but we weren't meant to be together any longer than the two weeks we just enjoyed."

"I don't fucking believe this!" I yelled as I rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. Fifteen minutes later I was dressed. April had packed my few articles of clothing and toiletries into a grocery bag and was waiting for me by the door to her cottage. The look on her face held no encouragement for me to stay. Apparently she was made of steel.

Not wanting to make a fool of myself any further, I kissed her on the cheek, stifled a sob, and hurried out to my car. I paused at the end of her driveway to give one final glance back at the cottage. April was still standing in the doorway with her hand to her mouth. I hoped she was crying because I certainly was.

I drove around for a while so I wouldn't arrive home in a snit with puffy eyes and a shitty attitude. When I finally had myself under control, I went home, faked a cheery disposition for the next day and a half and then got on that plane.

****

Ten years later...

I did well at the Academy, graduating near the top of my class. Despite my high class standing, the needs of the service prevailed and I was assigned to fly multi-engine aircraft rather than the fighters I craved. I ended up flying C-141 Starlifter cargo planes, which ultimately turned out to be another case of the kind of serendipity I had experienced from time to time during my childhood - like rheumatic fever and being forced to take biology in the twelfth grade; although I didn't realize it at the time. 

By the time I completed my five years of obligated active service, I had accumulate several thousand hours of flight time in the huge aircraft and had decided to resign my commission to pursue a career with one of the airlines. The Air Force accepted my resignation and several airlines made solid offers. Ultimately, I took a job with an airline that had me based in Nashville, Tennessee. After indoctrination and a lot of simulator time, I was assigned as a co-pilot on the Nashville - Los Angeles route. It suited my just fine. I was still single and the Embassy Suites at LAX was always crawling with attractive flight attendants from a variety of airlines who, like me, stayed overnight before flying back to their home bases the next day. I had an active sex life.

Although I primarily flew the one route, vacations, illnesses, and other personnel issues occasionally had me flying right seat to other airports. Within a few months, I had visited every major airport served by my airline. After flying for years with the Air Force to remote and often dangerous places, I enjoyed being surrounded by crowds of normal people scurrying about the various terminals.

Almost subconsciously, I developed the habit of looking for April in those crowds. I knew the odds were astronomically against me, which is why I don't buy lottery tickets, but I did it anyway. Whenever I saw a woman of the correct size and coloring who was wearing shapeless clothing, I would hurry to catch up and get a glimpse of her face. It was a harmless fantasy, but it did cause me to start thinking once more about tracking her down someday. Casual thinking to be sure, but it lingered in the back of my mind.

On one flight, about a year after I joined the airline, we had just landed at LAX on a Monday about lunchtime. In keeping with my employer's policy, either the pilot or co-pilot was required to stand in the doorway to the cockpit and thank the passengers for choosing our airline as they deplaned. Invariably, the task fell to me. I didn't mind. 

About half the passengers had departed when I saw her about fifteen rows back, moving slowly forward as people wrestled with oversized carry-on bags and lumbered up the aisle. I couldn't believe my eyes. In an instant, I yanked a business card out of my shirt pocket and scribbled my private cell number on the back.

When she was about ten feet away, her eyes met mine. She reacted visibly, her eyes opening owl-like and her lovely mouth forming an 'O' of surprise. My reaction was a wildly beating heart and hands that were visibly shaking.

When she paused briefly in front of me, I thanked her for choosing our airline and pressed the card into her palm.

"Please call me," I rasped, earning a surprised look from one of the flight attendants who was sharing my customer relations duties.

She made no acknowledgement of my request, turning instead to head up the ramp with her purse and briefcase.

I couldn't believe she was here. I had thought of her so many times over the years. Of course we each knew where the other was, for a few years at least, but neither of us made contact. I came close a couple of times but, fearing another rejection, I held back. Only recently had I started rethinking my position on the matter.

It took a few minutes after all the passengers had deplaned for the crewmembers to gather their belongings and get out of the way of the cleaners. Another flight crew would then board and the plane would head back to Nashville at two-thirty.

As I moved up the ramp with my flight case and bag, my cell phone chirped. I didn't recognize the number.

"This is Chris," I said.

"It's me," replied the voice I would never forget.

"Where are you?" I asked, knowing she could not have gone far.

"I'm waiting for you in front of the gate," she replied, a little breathlessly I thought.

She was waiting near an area of unoccupied seats across the aisle at another gate. I walked over to her and stopped a couple of feet away, unsure of what to do next. April solved the problem by stepping forward and kissing me on the cheek.

"It is so good to see you Chris," she breathed, her voice husky with emotion.

"It's good to see you too," I replied a little stiffly. "What brings you to Los Angeles?"

"I'm here for a microbiology conference all week. We're using the conference center at the Airport Embassy Suites."

"I'm staying the night there too and flying back tomorrow. What circumstances put you on a plane leaving Nashville?"

"I teach clinical microbiology at Vanderbilt," she replied.

"You teach at Vanderbilt? You mean we've been living in the same town for a year?" I asked, now completely in shock.

"If that's where you've been based for a year, I guess so," she answered. "I actually live in the suburb of Belle Meade which is not far from the university."

"I live in Oak Hill, which is convenient to the airport. As the crow flies, we only live about five miles from each other. Unbelievable."

"I have to go down to baggage claim. Do you have time to go with me?" she asked. "If you have no other plans, maybe we can get checked in at the hotel and then meet in the restaurant for lunch."

"I have nothing to do until my flight tomorrow," I replied, abandoning my plan of trying to hook up with a flight attendant at the hotel.

"Good! Let's go," she ordered happily as she picked up her purse and briefcase and turned toward the escalator. A couple of minutes later we arrived at the baggage carousel with the other passengers. As usual, we had a lengthy wait, but we used the time well.

"How did you end up at Vanderbilt?" I inquired.

"Well, I got my master's degree a year after I arrived at Michigan State. My doctorate took another two years. I didn't want to remain in Michigan. It's too fucking cold in the winter. So I cast a wide net and was offered a teaching position at Vanderbilt. I've been on the staff for seven years now and I've just been granted tenure. My future is secure if I can avoid committing a felony," she said with a laugh. "How about you? I mean, obviously your Air Force time got you into a pilot seat, but how did you land in Nashville? So to speak."

"Pure chance. Several airlines made job offers but I liked this company best. I could have been assigned to any number of routes, but the Nashville - Los Angeles run popped out of the hat. It suits me, and running into you makes me start to wonder about destiny."

April didn't take the bait about destiny, but she didn't wave me off either. "How long is your conference?" I continued.

"All week starting tomorrow and ending up about noon on Friday. I have a two-thirty flight back to Nashville Friday afternoon. What's your schedule look like? I know you said you fly home tomorrow."

"I do. I have training on Wednesday and Thursday and I fly back here on Friday."

I could do the math. I would fly in on Friday and April would board the same goddamned airplane an hour or so later and go back to Nashville, leaving me stuck here until the next day. My only hope was that we could reconnect enough today that she'd agree to see me when I returned home. Fuck!

"There's my bag," she said as she pointed to an expensive looking suitcase. I grabbed it as it went by on the carousel and hoisted it out onto the floor. A glance at the name tag told me her last name was still 'Wells.' I had checked for wedding rings when I handed her my card and saw none. Her luggage seemed to suggest that she either had never married or had reclaimed her maiden name after a divorce.

April and I hopped on the shuttle to the hotel. Minutes later, we were side by side at the counter checking into our rooms, hers on the sixth floor and mine on the fourth.

"I need to go up to my room and freshen up a bit. Flying always makes me feel grubby. Can we meet at the restaurant in thirty minutes?" she asked.

"Works for me," I answered as we got on the same elevator car and I pushed the appropriate buttons.

Twenty minutes later, I took a seat in the hotel lobby where I could watch the elevators. I had washed up and changed into casual civilian clothes. Settling in, I awaited April's arrival by reflecting on the amazing turn of events the day had brought and marveling at the fact that we were both still young even after the passage of ten years. April would not turn thirty-three until October and I was already twenty-nine years old.

An elevator door opened and April emerged dressed in form-fitting jeans and a tailored blouse. On the plane she was wearing a business suit. Apparently her personal dress code had evolved from the shapeless apparel she wore when teaching high school.

I came to my feet as she approached. "Feel better? I asked.

"Immensely," she replied. "And now I'm starving. You may work for a good airline, but their food sucks. One tiny bag of peanuts and a Pepsi was all I had to sustain life."

April had always been pretty direct. As soon as the hostess had seated us in a booth she folded her arms on the table and looked me directly in the eye.

"So tell me, did you fall in love with a lady Air Force pilot? Or perhaps a flight attendant?"

"Yes to the first and no to the second. A female cadet in my class got my attention during our second year. We fell in love, or thought we did, and vowed to marry when we graduated. As the day approached, we decided to wait until we both got our wings and flying assignments. She ended up going to fighter training and I went the multi-engine route. I began flying troops and cargo to the Middle East and she got orders to an air base in Japan. Time and distance cooled the relationship pretty quickly. I heard she got married a couple of years ago."

"No one else?"

"Nothing serious. I dated some while I was in the Air Force and I've gone out with a few flight attendants since I joined the airline, but it was always on a casual basis. How about you?" I asked.

"I didn't have time for a meaningful relationship in grad school. I dated a professor at Vanderbilt for a year or so, but in the end it didn't work out and he's now at Cal Berkeley. No one else has caught my eye."

April's words made my heart sing. I looked at her for a long moment and decided to stick my neck out a little.

"Truth be told, I've never relegated you to being just a footnote in my past. I built a little fence around our time together so I could have you all to myself whenever I wanted. I took great pains to keep a small flame going."

"Why?" she asked.

"Just in case. Just in case something crazy like this happened. Or just in case I decided to track you down. I've come close several times and I've been thinking along those lines recently."

"I've thought about getting in touch with you too. Many times. But I always let the urge pass, mostly content to bury myself in my work instead of bothering you. I never expected anything like this to happen."

"May I ask you a question?" I ventured.

"Of course."

"Was it the age difference that caused you to send me away?"

"Age had nothing to do with it. Experience was the issue," she answered.

"What do you mean?" I asked, surprised at her answer.

"My four years of college put me far ahead of where you were at the time. I had successes that taught me a great deal and fuck-ups that taught me much more. I had a wealth of other experiences, and I learned to keep them all in perspective. You had nothing comparable at the time. Had we stayed together, I knew you would eventually resent me for depriving you of the opportunities I had been given. So I sent you on your way because I felt it was the right thing to do. It hurt, because I had fallen in love with you a little bit, regardless of what I told you at the time."

I was stunned. It never occurred to me in the intervening years that she had any feelings for me beyond the fondness she had expressed.

"So now what?" I asked, looking directly into her beautiful green eyes.

"So now we spend a few hours together. Get to know each other again and see what happens down the line. We've been dealt a bizarre hand so I think we should play it out and see where it leads."

A server showed up to take our orders. April chose a cheeseburger and fries, ginning at me all the while. I ordered a Reuben with fries, grinning back at her. Neither of us said anything, but I knew we were both remembering our first lunch together and everything that happened between us later that afternoon. Nothing of the sort was likely to happen today, but I was suddenly hopeful for the future.

April and I spent the entire day together, filling in the blanks from the past ten years. I told her that being denied the opportunity to fly fighters was the best thing that happened to me since I saw her last, particularly in light of the day's events. 

For my part, I hung on every word as she described exactly what a clinical microbiologist did for a living. I only understood about ten percent of it but reveled in the opportunity to be ignorant in her presence.

Just before dinnertime, we retired to our rooms with an agreement to meet back in the lobby in an hour. I showered, shaved, put on a clean shirt, and added a sports jacket to my casual attire of the afternoon. As before, I positioned myself in the lobby a little early where I could watch the elevators.

April was a few minutes late, as was her prerogative, but her appearance was well worth the wait. If there was a poster child for the little black dress, she was it. I had never seen her in evening attire and she was perfection in motion, stunning in every way. Ten years had not only been kind to her, they had matured her beauty well beyond that which she displayed when we were last together. The sight of her made my heart pound. I rose to my feet.

"You are absolutely gorgeous," I managed to say before my voice deserted me.

"Thank you, sir," she replied with a slight curtsy. "You clean up pretty nicely yourself."

We stood there admiring each other for a moment longer and then April declared that she was faint with hunger.

"We're not eating at the hotel restaurant tonight. I got a recommendation from the concierge, but the restaurant is about fifteen minutes away by taxi. Can you hold out that long or should I get you a sandwich for the road?"

"I'll make it if we hurry," she answered, smiling at my joke.

April and I spent the next four hours dining, dancing, and talking. In that four hours we learned more about each other than we gleaned from all the time we spent together before. All too soon it was time to return to the hotel. April's conference started at eight o'clock in the morning. Since I was flying out on the two-thirty flight to Nashville, I had plenty of time for lunch but she would be eating with her conference breakout group and would not be able to join me. I'd grab something at the airport.

I escorted April up to her room. When we arrived at her door, she turned to face me.

"Chris, I know what's on your mind. It's on my mind too. The things we used to do have not been far from my thoughts all evening. But so much has changed in so little time today that a need to think things over a bit."

"I understand."

"But I have an idea," she continued. "I'll change my flight to whatever your return flight is on Saturday. That way we can spend Friday afternoon and evening with each other and we'll arrive in Nashville together."

"That'll be perfect!" I declared, thrilled at her suggestion. "You'll want Flight 608 leaving at two-thirty. We won't arrive in Nashville until about nine-thirty. It's not a very convenient flight, particularly for someone with starvation issues like you. The good news is that dinner will be served on the flight. It'll be airline food but it should keep you alive until we land. We can get a cheeseburger in the airport McDonald's if you are in any danger of dying from hunger."

"Sounds good," she replied and then stepped into my arms for a lingering kiss. I was erect almost immediately and tried shifting my body to one side to hide my arousal.

"Stop trying to conceal your erection," she murmured as she pressed her body hard against mine. "You are supposed to get an erection in a situation like this."

****

My Friday flight pulled up to the gate on time and I hopped on the shuttle the instant I was free. When I arrived at the hotel April was sitting in the lobby with her purse, briefcase, and luggage. She was wearing the same business suit she wore on Monday's flight.

My heart froze at the sight. Apparently she had decided to keep to her original schedule and return to Nashville that afternoon. Dismay must have shown plainly on my face because she rose to her feet and met me halfway.

"I've done my thinking," she announced and my disappointment increased tenfold. "Checkout time was noon so I checked out like a good doobie. I'll be sleeping in your room tonight, if that's okay with you."

My knees nearly buckled from relief as I gathered her into my arms. 

"I think I can find some extra space," I murmured softly into her ear.

"But first you have to feed me," she responded. "I'm starving. Can we take our stuff up to your room and then get lunch?"

I'm a regular at that hotel so check-in takes no time at all. Within a couple of minutes we were flying upwards in the elevator. Ten minutes later we were being led to a table in the hotel restaurant.

"You scared the shit out of me there in the lobby. I was certain you had changed your mind."

"I'm sorry. I thought you would call me before you came to the hotel. I didn't expect you to just show up."

"My bad. I should have called. But now we're together and we have about twenty-four hours to ourselves."

"How would you like to spend all that time?" she asked with an impish little smile.

"I don't know. Take in a movie?" I replied with a grin

"I think not."

An hour later, we returned to the suite.

"I'm going to jump in the shower," I announced.




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"I showered just before I checked out. I'll amuse myself in the living room."

Twenty minutes later I emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist, and stopped short, frozen in place. April was standing in the doorway to the bedroom, wearing the same dress she had worn that first day we spent together ten years ago. As before, several of the snaps at top and bottom were undone, revealing the same alluring amount of cleavage and hint of inner thigh. And once again she was clearly braless, her prominent nipples pushing against the sheer fabric.

"How on earth...?" I began.

"I called a neighbor who has a key to my place and asked her to overnight the dress to me here at the hotel. It arrived yesterday."

"You kept it all this time?"

"This dress is how I've monitored my weight over the years. I try it on monthly. If it feels a little snug, I watch what I eat and try to get more exercise. I have not worn it outside my home since you saw it last. And I certainly never thought I'd get an opportunity to wear it for you again."

"You won't be wearing it long," I said with a lascivious grin. "Shall we take in that movie I mentioned, but at the drive-in instead?"

"Maybe later," she answered with a smile as she turned and walked into the bedroom. "We're going to need more room than the sofa will provide."

I followed her into the bedroom and took my time, releasing the remaining snaps of her dress one at a time to reveal a little more of her body. When the last one was undone, I slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor as she pulled my towel free.

We spent a full hour exploring each other, touching, kissing, licking, and gently probing. When I finally slipped inside her body, the years fell away and I was nineteen again, marveling at the exquisite sensation of entering the hot, wet center of the highly aroused woman who was squirming in anticipation beneath me.

April had matured in some fashion that made her sexier than she had been before. Her responses to my efforts to please were beyond anything I remembered. Both her orgasms were sensational, the second pulling me over the edge with her. When we were able to breathe normally again, April turned to face me.

"Do you remember, all those years ago, when I told you that you were in your sexual prime?"

"Yeah. It took a while before it dawned on me you were really telling me it was all downhill from there," I answered with a grin.

"Well, here's a little secret. I am just now entering my prime. It's one of the perks of being a woman. Here's what that means for you. You just made love to me. Beautifully, I might add. But because you are so far over the hill, it'll probably take you a half hour to refill your tank. Maybe more. When you do, you are going to put your cock back inside my pussy and fuck me until I cum," April informed me with a mischievous grin, obviously taking great pleasure in echoing her words of ten years before.

"Oh no! Not that! Have a little mercy," I cried in mock anguish.

"I'll probably be hungry after that so we'll go to dinner and then maybe we'll do that drive-in movie thing afterward."

And that's pretty much how the evening ended.

The flight home was uneventful, both in the cockpit and in the cabin. We parted at the airport, both of us having cars to retrieve and different directions in which to head for home. I walked her to her car and we shared a long kiss before she pulled a card from her purse and handed it to me.

"This is my address. Be there tomorrow at one o'clock sharp for brunch," she ordered. "Perhaps we'll enjoy a quickie afterwards," she added with a seductive smile.

****

April and I took our time establishing a relationship based on love, mutual admiration, respect and plenty of sex. Mom and Dad fell in love with her when I took her to meet them. Both were thrilled when we announced our intentions to marry later on. On a similar trip to meet her parents, they seemed to approve of me. Six months after that visit we were married in a small ceremony with my parents, my sister, April's parents and a select group of friends in attendance.

I still fly for the airline, but now in the left seat, and April has gained national recognition for her work. She is putting the finishing touches on her second book, her first having received rave reviews within the clinical microbiology community. I tried to read it but gave up after a page or two. April has always been the smarter one.

I continue to marvel at how the serendipitous combination of rheumatic fever, changing schools before my senior year, getting out of sync with biology, and being turned down for jet fighters shaped my life and put me into the position I now occupy with April, the woman who will be by my side for the rest of our lives.

****

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They had known each other for years, but never been close, something was different tonight. Gerry had invited Colleen to be his plus one at a friend's wedding, with purely platonic intentions, his ex had left him shortly after he'd sent in the RSVP and he didn't want it to go to waste.

The wedding had gone as expected, the bride was fashionably late, best man suitably derogatory of the groom, they had eaten, drank, danced and enjoyed each other's company.

After the party they had sneaked a bottle of wine back to his room, and sat on the floor sharing it, as time had gone by they had moved closer and closer to each other. Until now, they were sat facing each other, her legs over his, but not quite around him.

He had never seen her dressed like this, normally she wore track bottoms around him, sure he'd seen photos of her dressed up for a night out or at formal dinners, but they didn't do her justice, she was stunning. She wore a simple black strapless black dress, seamed stockings, pointed, glossy black heels, with a red bottom.

Her dirty blonde hair was up, but with a few strands draping either side of her face, green eyes, she was slim, around 5ft4, and if he were to guess he'd say a 30B, and her ass, wow. He'd always known how amazing it was, since he had first glimpsed her in her athletics gear at the track years before.

Colleen looked at Gerry, had he noticed her slowly moving closer to him? She had never seen him like this, usually he was in his running clothes, simple tshirts and shorts, but tonight he was in a tailored charcoal grey suit and waist coat, white shirt, his tie had a floral pattern.

He had trimmed his beard neat, his hair was short and messy, and his eyes, had they always been so blue?

They lean into each other, interlocked their arms, and sipped from their wine, toasting the future. Gerry looked into Colleens eyes and whispers "I want you", she gasps, biting her bottom lip. Leaning closer, he kisses her, lips pressed together, she kisses him back, using her free hand to caress his face. 

Getting to his feet, he extends his hand, helping her up. Looking longingly in her eyes, he runs his hands along her sides and up her back, he finds her zipper, slowly he undoes the zip, letting her dress fall to her ankles, she steps out of it.

Suddenly he takes her by the waist, spinning her around to face away from him, he puts one hand on the small of her back bending her over the bed. He tugs on her lace French knickers, pulling them down, and letting them drop to the floor.

He gets to his knees, hands running up and down her legs, grasping her ass, squeezing, spreading her cheeks, admiring her beautiful pussy, running his thumb along her lips, he notices she is already a little wet, she flinches in pleasure. He leans closer, extending his tongue, he slowly traces it along her labia, she gasps.

He gives her pussy a playful slap, she feels a tingle of pleasure.

Colleen hears his zipper, as he slides it down, she tingles in anticipation, she knows she will finally get what she has been wanting for so long, Gerry is finally going to fuck her.

She can feel his cock rubbing against her pussy lips, she tried to back into him, but Gerry holds her down.

He slowly press inside of her, just the tip of his cock at first, savouring the initial penetration, feeling her grip him tight, as if she is trying to pull him deeper. Then quickly he thrusts the rest of his cock inside of her.

Oh fuck, he's so thick, she can't help herself, she moans, she feels so full, like never before. She can feel his balls slap against her ass, and knows he is as deep inside her as he can go, that turns her on so much more, knowing she finally has all of him inside of her.

She feels his breath on the back of her neck, as he leans over her, his chest resting on her back, his hands sliding under her bra, squeezing her breasts, playing with her nipples, pinching them a little.

She reaches back and he takes her hands, pulling her toward him. He thrusts slowly at first, but getting rougher and rougher. "Use me Gerry" she moans, "I want to please you, I always have, make me yours."

As he hears her moan "make me yours", Gerry spanks Colleens ass, "is this what you want? to be my little slut?"

"Yessss" she exclaims, clenching tightly on his cock as he fucks her harder and harder, her knees starting to buckle, she is gripped by orgasm, moaning loudly.

As her orgasms hits, Gerry can feel her pussy convulsing, driving him over the edge, he feels himself getting close to cumming, he continues to thrust, until he can hold back no more, gripping her hips tightly, pulling her to him, he buries his cock deep inside Colleen, releasing his seed inside of her.



Serendipity



*Note to readers: I recently wrote about a cruise I went on in the Fall of 2012with my former boyfriend, Tim. I wrote it in response to the many private emails I got asking me why I don't live full-time as a woman. The short answer is: I don't want to because I enjoy being a man. I only want to be Callie a few hours at a time.

Tim and I broke up shortly after the New Year because he, like me, seems unable to be satisfied with any one person for very long. While he was gorgeous and a genuinely nice guy, I got bored with him and just couldn't put any more energy into the relationship. 

I stayed single for almost about ten months—a record for me since I got my braces off in high school. And then, purely by chance, I ran into someone at a marathon I was running in mid-September of 2013.

I've only dated a handful of women since I stopped lifting and starting crossdressing again. I like women. If a cute girl hits on me and wants to hook up, I definitely won't say no. I honestly believed no really attractive female would be comfortable living with a guy who loves to crossdress and dates men. And by dating, I of course mean....

So for the most part, I stick to dating guys when I'm Callie. However, this very special person I met has been my girlfriend and lover for just over two years. When I told her I enjoy writing erotic stories, she encouraged me to write "Cruisin' for a Bruising" and when I mentioned writing about us, she was very supportive. So thank you, honey. This is our story and I love you very much!

*****

"Name?"

"Cal Petersen."

The official scanned the registration and handed me #8. "Wow. A top-ten qualifier. Here you go, Mr. Petersen. Good luck."

I thanked him and took my bib with the number eight on it and turned to go back upstairs when I saw her. She was in another line waiting her turn. I excused myself as I cut through two other lines to get over to her then moved alongside and said, "Well, this is a pleasant surprise!"

She turned to look at me and it took her a second to make the connection. "Oh, my God! I know your face, but I'm drawing a blank on the name. Can you help me out?"

"It's Cal. Petersen."

"Yeah, right! The flight engineer guy on base. The guy with the ponytail. You really helped us during that two-week sea trial. I recognized you as soon as I saw you, but that's been, what, maybe a year ago now?"

"Just over," I told her. "And I have to admit I can't remember your name either, Lieutenant." I remembered her rank and her face but that was about it.

"Randall. Kay Randall," she said.

"Is that like Bond, James Bond?" I kidded.

She laughed and then I remembered that smile. She was really very pretty. I'd only ever seen her in uniform and remembered thinking she was cute, but seeing her in shorts and a tee-shirt with no make up told me she was downright good looking. 

I have a thing for short hair on the right girl, and she most definitely had the face for it. She had that kind of pixie cut I really like. Not spiked. I hate spiked. What I really like is when it's both short and smooth. The most beautiful woman I could think of with that kind of cut was Halle Berry who also sometimes wears the dreaded spiky kind of pixie I despise. Hers was most definitely not spiked or gelled. It was very short, soft, and smooth and sexy as hell. 

Not only was her face incredibly attractive, she had a thin, runner's build and I've always liked thin. Not emaciated—thin. I tried not to stare, but I managed to get a good look at her boobs and I guessed she was probably about a full B. (My suspicions were confirmed later on.)

"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you," she said, thus showing me she could both give as well as take. Any career military person, officer or enlisted, has to be good and getting and giving sarcasm as the military thrives on it.

"Number 8," she said admiringly as she looked at the bib in my hand. "What's your qualifying time?" 

"I could tell you but...well, you know."

She laughed and said, "Ha! Cute and funny. That's a winning combination in my book."

I stood and talked with her as she inched her way toward the registration table and as we were chatting another guy I recognized made his way through the lines and told her, "I'm all set." He was holding #316.

I said, "Oh, sorry. I didn't realize you guys were together." I didn't show my number but I did raise the bib slightly as I said, "I saw Kay in line after I picked up my number and was just saying 'hey.' I'll leave you two alone.

Both of them smiled as Kay said, "No. It isn't like that. Jared and I are both Naval Academy grads and old friends. Nothing more. Besides, he isn't my type."

I looked at him and wondered what her type was. He was tall, athletic, good looking, and had a great smile. He was obviously intelligent. I knew he was good natured and easy going from having kinda, sorta worked with him during the sea trials. That comment peaked my curiosity but I didn't ask and she didn't tell.

"We're gonna get together for dinner tonight. You wanna join us?" she asked.

"Nah. No thanks. Third wheel and all that. I appreciate the offer, but I'll be okay but."

Jared chimed in and said, "I meant to tell you I can't make it tonight, Randall. I ran into Douglas and he wants me to meet his new fiancee. So problem solved, right?"

"No kidding? James Douglas is taking the plunge? Wow. Seems like everyone from our class is getting hitched. Jesus. I hope that's not contagious." She turned to me and said, "Lucky you, right? Seems like you and I can grab dinner together without the real third wheel over here being around after all," Kay said as she used her thumb to point at her fellow Navy officer. That confirmed what she'd said. There was indeed no romantic interest between them. 

"Well, okay. Sure. I'd like that. What time and where?" I asked her.

"Is the hotel restaurant okay with you?" she asked.

"Fine by me," I told her. 

"How about 7 o'clock? I'll meet you down here in the lobby if that sounds all right?"

"See you then," I told her. "Nice seeing you again, Jared," I said as I excused myself.

I'd been running six or seven days a week for nearly five years but hadn't run a marathon until a year before that. I ran a respectable 3:25:37 my first time out, and I'd whittled my time down to just under 2:45 since then. Kay was also a strong runner and could finish the 26-mile race in under three hours herself. Neither of us were anywhere close to world-class distance runners who could run the race in just over two hours, but we both really enjoyed running.

After a lazy afternoon, I took a shower and got ready for dinner. While I love to really get dressed up as Callie, I'm not into clothes as a guy. I wore a pair of jeans and button-down shirt which, for me, is really getting fancy.

I was sitting in the lobby waiting for Kay when I heard her say, "Hey! Ponytail guy!"

I put down the paper I was reading and looked up. "Wow. You look great," I told her honestly. 

Anyone who's read my stories knows I have a thing (a huge thing) for women's sweaters. I'm insanely obsessed with them and as Callie I wear very little else. As Cal, I love seeing a cute girl in one and Kay looked amazing in the long-sleeved, pale green, rib-knit sweater and jeans she was wearing. Being a crossdresser, I pay attention to every little detail when I see a cute girl, and I noticed Kay was wearing a pair of small, gold earrings and a gold necklace as well as the perfect amount of makeup.

"Ah, a jeans guy, eh?" she teased as I stood up to meet her. I was thrilled when she offered me a polite hug which I accepted.

"Uh, sweater guy actually," I told her without offering any additional details.

"Oh, really? I've heard of sweater girls but never met a sweater guy before," she said continuing to be playful.

"Shall we?" I said as I led her into the dining room.

We made small talk about the sea trial—especially her former boss whom we all called Commander Napoleon. He was a flaming asshole that nobody liked, but everyone seemed to respect. As long as he got the job done, the Navy was happy to reward with promotions and command. "Flamers" was one more reason I could never have spent a career in the military. I don't do well with taking orders especially from hard asses. I'll do anything I'm asked, but if someone tires to order me to do something, we're gonna have words right then and there.

After gleaning some personal information, I kind of summed it up by saying, "So you're 27, a Naval Academy graduate, a supply officer, cute as hell and single. I couldn't help but overhear your comment to Jared about that guy named Douglas taking the plunge and the way you seemed to almost fear getting married. Care to talk about that or am I in need of being told to mind my own business?"

Kay took a sip of the one beer she always drank the night before a race and said, "No. It's not personal. Okay, what I mean is, it is personal because it involves me, but it's not a big secret with my friends."

"Secret? You have secrets, Lieutenant?" I said with feigned incredulity.

"Not any more," she said. "At least not since the repeal of 'don't ask, don't tell.'" She waited to see if my facial expression changed then said, "I'm gay. And although gay marriage is now legal, I really don't have any interest in marrying anyone and especially not any time soon. So when I see my former, fellow midshipmen all taking the plunge, it kind of scares me." She paused then asked, "How about you?"

"Long story," I told her. "But I'll be kind and give you the nickel version." 

I briefly shared growing up overweight and having horribly bad teeth which made me invisible on my best days and the butt of endless jokes on my worst. 

"Oh, my God. I'm so sorry to hear that. You have a great smile and you're really cute—for a guy," she told me.

"Thanks—I think," I replied. I went on to tell her how I started lifting weights, lost the baby fat, put on a ton of muscle and got the braces off.

"That must have been a huge change for you," she said. I could tell she was a good listener and that she genuinely cared. That was important to me because after the way I'd been treated for so many years I learned a lot of empathy for people. Not just sympathy but the ability to actually feel for them. I hated when people teased someone for the way they way they looked and even after my 'transformation' I never put anyone down for something physical over which they had no control or for being overweight.

I shared with her how I went from being invisible to being hit on by pretty much every cute girl in school but that I was still too shy to deal with all the new attention. Besides, I'd had a crush on my English teacher for two years and I had this fantasy of being with her. I wrote about her in one of my papers and that led to me having an affair with her for several months. I also told her about another brief affair with a lonely, married Mormon woman followed by my enlistment in the Marine Corps to escape my little hometown. I explained how during my last year on active duty, I'd met my former wife in South Carolina who became the woman of my dreams through her willingness to do and wear and be anything and everything I'd ever wanted. 

"Wow. So how did something that great come to an end?" she asked. Quickly she added, "If you don't mind me asking something so personal."

"Not at all," I told her. "As this all unfolded, she slowly began learning she was a very, very submissive woman." I watched as Kay raised her eyebrows in genuine interest. "It got to the point where I dreaded going to bed with her because I had to be her dom. She needed to be tied up, handcuffed, chained, hooded, spanked, and many other things that just didn't do it for me. For a long time I felt obligated to play along because she did everything I'd ever dreamed of and it only seemed fair I do the same for her. But at some point, it got to be so burdensome, I lost interest."

"So what happened after that?" she said. I could see this was a topic she really liked discussing as much as I did.

"Well, that's where it gets really personal and I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about that yet. Let's just say it led to us going out with other people and my wife wanting someone very strong and very dominating in her life, and that was no longer me."

"It's hard to imagine you were ever fat or unattractive, but it's just as hard imagining you as a guy who lifts. That's quite a swing back and forth."

I pulled out my wallet and showed her a picture of me and my former wife at the beach. "Holy shit!" she said. "You really were freakin' ripped." She kept looking at me then my pic then back at me. "Wow. That's unbelievable."

Then I showed her a pic I carried of me in the tenth grade just before I got my braces put on. "I don't even know what to say. I feel like I just met three completely different people."

She handed me my wallet back and I said, "Well, there's actually a fourth me, but that's the personal part."

She finished her beer and said, "Okay, you can NOT leave me hanging like this. You were overweight and unattractive, then ripped and gorgeous, and now you're rail thin and still very good looking. Who or what is this fourth you?"

"Oh, no. Sorry. Not gonna share that with you. If we knew one another better and if I felt I could trust you then maybe. Even then, it would be a 'maybe' at best."

"Okay, how about if I share something personal with you?" she said.

"No guarantees even then but I am a good listener and I don't talk out of school," I let her know.

"I said I was gay but I'm actually bi. Well, kind of."

"Kind of?" I asked looking for clarification.

"Yeah. I mean, it's been really confusing. I only dated guys until my third year at the Academy although I was pretty much always attracted to other girls. I really enjoyed sex with guys, but I couldn't shake this overwhelming need to be with another woman. That's when I met this other Mid name Allison who was from a small town in Missouri. She knew she was gay all her life. We started spending all of our free time together and she was as gay as they come but hid it perfectly from everyone. Oh, and she was very butch. And for the record, it really is true that most lesbians are pretty butch and Allison was definitely all that."

"You don't look very butch to me. Do you hide that because of the Navy?" I asked her.

"No. Not at all. This is the real me. I'm what people stereotypically call a 'lipstick lesbian.' I like being a pretty, feminine woman. I just like...women." She quickly added, "Sorry. That must have sounded pretentious claiming I'm pretty. I just meant I like to feel pretty. Anyway, I stopped dating guys after that and have only dated women since. Yet sometimes I still miss having sex with a man if that makes any sense."

"That makes perfect sense and nothing you said was pretentious," I assured her. "You are pretty. In fact, you're a very attractive woman."

"Well, thank you," she said almost demurely. "I guess the real problem for me is I want the best of both worlds." She looked at me to see if I was going to ask a question, but I just listened. "I can't plead being drunk after just one beer, so I'm not sure why I'm telling you this when I barely know you, but you strike me as someone who isn't judgmental and as someone who really gets this stuff. So here goes. In my ideal fantasy, I would meet a very pretty girl but that girl would have...well...she'd have a dick to please me with."

I felt something surge through me like a bolt of electricity. I didn't say anything but I felt my heart start beating faster.

"I know. It sounds crazy to me too, when I say it out loud. Too weird for you?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

"No. Not even a little bit weird. We all like what we like, right? I have this thing for sweaters and even just admitting that to a girl used to embarrass the hell out me of because I thought she'd think I was either weird or controlling."

"Sweaters? Wow, you're really are out there on the fringe, ponytail guy." She smiled then said, "Sounds pretty tame to me," she said. "What other um...things...do you like?"

"I could tell you, but then I'd have to...."

She put her hands and said, "Okay. I get it. That's crossing the line. I won't ask anything else. I promise."

"But I will," I said. I reached back and grabbed my wallet again. "I'm just curious. I have a sister some guys say is pretty good looking. She's a fraternal twin so she's obviously my age. I'm just curious to know what you think." I opened the wallet and showed her a picture of me as Callie and said, "Would you go out with someone like her by any chance?"

She reached for the wallet again, but this time she had that look in her eye that said, "I can't believe you're trying to set me up with your sister. You've gotta be kidding." She looked down and I saw her her eyes open wide. "Oh, my God. She's beautiful." She held the picture up so she could compare Callie to me and said, "Oh, yeah. I see the resemblance. You're definitely twins. You're cute but she's the looker in the family."

She handed the wallet back and said, "Yeah, I'd definitely go out with her. She's pretty and feminine and pardon me for saying this about your sister, but she's sexy as hell. If she lives around her I wouldn't mind you introducing me. If she's also gay, that is. Oh, and single, of course. I guess I should have asked."

"She's definitely single and she's also bi-sexual," I told her. I paused then said, "Can I tell you a secret about her?"

Kay laughed and said, "Sheesh! You and your secrets. Okay. I'll bite. What's the big mystery?"

"Um...well...my sister has the um...extra body part you mentioned you're looking for in a girlfriend."

Kay was a smart girl, but she was temporarily mystified. "I'm lost. How can your sister have a...." She looked at me then said, "No. Oh, holy shit!" Kay was clearly blown away. "Are you serious? Is that picture really...you?"

I nodded just once. "It is. So now you know my secret," I said wondering if I'd made a tactical mistake by telling her. I realized it wasn't really a big deal, but this just wasn't something I went around advertising. The last thing I wanted to deal with was a bunch of jokes and ribbing at work. You know, panties on my locker, someone handing me lipstick instead of Chapstick or asking me if I remembered to douche.

"You're absolutely freakin' gorgeous," she said still trying to process everything. "I mean, she's gorgeous. Well no, wait a minute. Since that IS you, then...Jesus. This is just so confusing to someone who considers herself so avant guard on this kind of stuff. I would have never guessed."

I laughed and said, "Honestly? I would have never guessed you're gay, either, but that just goes to show you really can't judge a book by its cover."

"Yeah. I agree. I tend to hang out at lesbian bars and because I'm so femme, I tend to be pretty popular with a lot of the dykes. But I want to find a lipstick kind of girl like myself to be with, you know?"

"Dykes? Oh, okay. I guess that's like a black guy using the 'N' word. He can but we can't."

"Bingo," she said. "Although being called a dyke doesn't bother me in the least. Like Popeye said, 'I yam what I yam', right?" Both of us laughed.

We talked for another half hour or so about my um...hobby...and how it led to my wife and I double dating once when I was dressed as Callie and the way it contributed to our eventual divorce. I was also completely honest about my affairs and hook ups with various men over the years as a kind of full disclosure thing.

After dinner, I walked Kay to the elevator and we both got in. On the way up, we were all alone when she said, "I don't mean to be weird a or anything, but I was just wondering. I know you said you...I mean...Callie...only dates guys, but I gotta tell you I can't stop thinking about her...sorry...you...as her. My head is really spinning here, you know?"




Serendipity



"I understand," told her. "You decide to share your biggest fantasy with a near stranger and then he springs this on you. I get it."

"I'm not always the most tactful person," she continued by saying. "So I hope you'll forgive me if this blunt but I'm just gonna ask. Would you even consider going out with me sometime as Callie? I mean, do you date women when you're her?"

We arrived at her floor and as the elevator came to a stop I said, "Well, I'll have to ask her, but I think there's a pretty good chance she'd say 'yes.'"

Kay laughed out loud and said, "Be serious. I took a big risk asking you so don't be mean."

"Sorry," I said. "I often use humor—good or bad—to deflect serious things. I certainly didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

Kay stopped the doors from opening and turned to me and said, "You're really adorable, Cal. Maybe that picture has tainted what I'm about to say and you can't really blame me if it has, right? It's just that you're the first guy I've even been willing to consider going out with you since I came out. And it may not mean much to you, but considering I'm a girl who sees herself as about 95% gay, that's pretty high praise, ponytail guy."

I knew she was being serious, but I just couldn't help myself when I said, "Yeah, that is high praise. But let's be honest here. I'm still not sure you're up to my high standards."

She let go of the button and the doors opened. Kay turned around and feigned punching me in the stomach. She stood in the doorway to keep the doors from closing and said, "I feel like I'm back in high school or something. My stomach has butterflies in it and I'm wondering if I'm going to get a goodnight kiss."

I smiled and said, "I think you're confusing me with my twin sister. She's probably the one you're wanting to kiss you goodnight."

When I said that, Kay closed her eyes and moaned softly. "Mmmm. You are so right. My God! I've never even considered...well, a girl like you...er, her but she's...no, you're so...gorgeous...and she's got all the right equipment and...this is just so...crazy. I can't believe we actually met and talked AND found this out about each other. You know, I don't believe in God or fate or that kind of thing, but this is serendipity at best, don't you think?"

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and said, "Most definitely."

The door started to close and I said, "Oh, wait. What's the protocol for this relationship? Should I call you or will you be calling Callie?"

Kay smiled and said, "You're a nut. An adorable nut but still a nut. Good night, Cal. I had a really nice time."

"Me, too," I said as the doors pulled shut.

We had an early breakfast together the next morning, but we didn't talk about the night before or dating. We were both focused on the race and I liked that she was someone who seemed really centered and self-confident without being cocky. I don't like arrogant men, and I can't stand loud women. The few lesbians I've met have tended to be like that and I found them to be a little too over the top for my liking. Kay, on the other hand, seemed to be pretty damned near perfect.

The race started at 10am and I finished in 2:39:03, a personal best for me. I finished 7th in my division and was more than satisfied with my performance. Kay also had a personal best coming in in 2:53:18. I was waiting for her at the finish line. She was absolutely exhausted and fell into my arms a few steps beyond the "Finish" banner. I congratulated her on her time and while trying to catch her breath she said, "I gotta tell you, ponytail guy, the thought of going on a date with Callie was the best motivation I've ever had. Anytime I started hurting, I'd thought of the beautiful girl in that picture kissing me goodnight and I was able to keep going."

We grabbed some Gatorade and Kay downed two cups immediately then sipped a third as she began recovering. Jason saw us as he came across the line about five minutes later and we waved him over to join us.

"Holy shit!" he said while panting heavily. "You gotta have at least five years on me and you kicked my ass. What was your time?" I told him and he just threw up his hands. "Kiss my ass!" he said jokingly. "How'd you do, Kay?" She let him know she beat him, too, and he said, "Shit! If I had a gun I'd shoot myself." Both of them laughed and hugged each other. "See you guys around, okay?" he said as he headed off.

The hotel was about a mile walk from the finish line so we slowly strolled back together. We barely said a word until we got to the lobby. I opened the door for Kay and she said, "That makes me wonder who should open the door for whom when Callie and I go out." Kay wasn't serious. She was just letting me know she was really looking forward to our date.

"Callie's only been on one date with a woman and that was her ex-wife who was with another man so it's kind of um...virgin territory for her, too. I'm sure she'll be fine no matter who goes inside first."

Kay laughed at the virginity reference and said, "She sounds like my kind of woman." We got to the elevator then she said, "And she definitely looks like my kind of woman."

I made a split decision to say what I was thinking and chimed in with, "Yeah, and you haven't even seen all of her yet."

Kay stepped inside then closed her eyes and said quietly, "Don't remind me. I'm already unable to think about anything else."

I pretended to be greatly offended and said, "I don't think Callie would appreciate being talked about that way. She's a very nice lady, you know."

We were at Kay's floor and as the doors opened she said, "That's okay. I have a way of dealing with nice ladies I think she'll like." As the doors closed she looked over her shoulder and added, "A lot. Call me soon, okay?"

I was too tired to get hard, but I knew I'd be spanking the monkey later that night dreaming about a first date with this smart, funny, and beautiful young Navy officer. Another first for Callie coming up!

I got a text from Kay the next morning. "When you ask your sister about going out with me can you ask her what she'd like to do? I hang out in gay bars a lot, but that doesn't seem like her thing. I don't even know what to wear for her. Okay, a sweater, for sure, but what else? In case you can't tell, I'm pretty nervous about this first date. I want to make a really good impression so anything you can tell me would be appreciated. Oh, btw, please don't tell her any of this. I don't want her to think I'm some kind of flake. Kay."

As Callie, I didn't go to gay bars and rarely ever went anywhere crossdressers hung out. Mainly, I wanted to seen as a unique individual not one of many people with the same thing in common. I preferred being seen as a beautiful, straight girl so I tend to spend my time at singles bars or lounges where young, single (or married) men congregated. The one time I did go to a gay hangout called Screaming Queens, I met Tim. Even so, that just wasn't my choice of venue for Callie.

After giving Kay's text some thought, I texted her back. "Callie said she'd love to go out with you so you can stop worrying about that, okay? She just wants you to take her somewhere nice. Doesn't have to be expensive. Just something quiet and comfortable. Oh,I showed her the pic I took of you and she loved it. She said if you want to wear something like that be very happy. Sound okay to you?" I ended it with the ubiquitous smiley face.

I got a reply moments later. "Oh, my. You see, I'm usually the girl in any relationship, but it sounds like I'm gonna have to take the lead in this one. Okay. No worries. I believe every challenge is just an opportunity to excel so I'll find someplace...nice...and I'll do my best to look pretty for her. Tell her I can't wait to meet her, okay? K."

"Callie says you won't have to try because she thinks you already are pretty." Smiley face.

The next evening I got another text from Kay. "Can we please talk? K."

Uh, oh. She must be having second thoughts. I should've known. "Sure. Anytime."

The phone rang almost as soon as I hit 'send.'

"That was fast," I said as I answered the phone.

"I wanted to call you because I didn't want to say this in a text," she said very seriously.

"Okay. What's on your mind?" I asked knowing what was coming.

"Can we get together and talk in person? Tonight maybe?"

"Are you breaking up with me before our first date?" I said in a tone of voice that belied my fear she was doing just that.

"What? Breaking up? Are you crazy? No! I just need to talk with you. I mean, with...you. With Cal before I go out with Callie who is you which is why I need to talk to you...Cal." I heard Kay make an 'argh' kind of noise.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "No. Not really. I mean, maybe it is, but that's why I need to talk to you right now. So can you? Can we? Do you have time tonight?"

"Calm down, Lieutenant! I'll be right there. Just text me your address. I'm on my way. Oh, and Kay? Breath, okay? Just breath. I'll be there as soon as I can."

I lived in the suburbs on the west side of the city and Kay lived in a nice apartment in downtown DC. There was very little traffic and I got to her place in less than an hour. I walked up one flight of stairs to the second floor and rang the doorbell.

"Hi. Thank you for coming over. I'm sorry for sounding hysterical or psychotic or whatever. I'm normally so calm and so focused people think I'm stoic. This is really out of character for me. I just don't want to blow this—whatever 'this' may be."

Kay showed me to her sofa in what was a very nicely furnished place. "Please have a seat. Can I get you anything? A beer maybe?"

"Only if you're having one," I told her.

Kay returned with two Bud longnecks and we clicked bottles before taking a first sip. 

"So whatcha got on? Your mind?"

"What?" Kay said with a puzzled look. "Oh, okay. I get it."

"Sorry. Just me trying to deflect again. I'll be quiet and listen," I promised her.

"I hope not," she replied. "I need you to talk to me. I know you'll be honest so that's not the concern."

"What is the concern then?" I asked as I took a long pull from the bottle. I didn't drink beer very often but it tasted so good for the first few days after a marathon.

"You're an engineer and I majored in math at the Academy. That means we're both rational, logical people. That means we can separate fantasy from reality. So when we talked about my fantasy and you told me you knew someone who could be my fantasy, I temporarily lost the ability to think rationally. I was so caught up in the fantasy, reality didn't matter. Then I came down off of the endorphin-induced high and started having doubts."

"What kind of doubts?" I asked as I took another drink.

Kay took a long drink of her own beer and said, "The list of doubts I'm not having might be the one to start with because it's a lot shorter." She stared at me to gauge my reaction then said, "Sorry. That was my attempt at humor. Looks like we both have some work to do in that area." I smiled and let her know I was paying attention.

"I'm gonna try not to ramble. I'll try and stay focused. But something tells me I'll end up being all over the map anyway." She looked at me again and I didn't say anything. 

"The fantasy is dating Callie. A pretty 'girl'"—Kay used air quotes to emphasize the word—"who has that special something I want so bad. But the reality is I'm dating you. A guy. A man with a dick."

"And that troubles you I take it?" I asked. I felt like I was a psychiatrist asking my patient questions.

"Well, yeah. I mean, I'm not really attracted to guys. I like women. Pretty women. Like Callie. But you're Callie. There is no real woman who is available 24/7 named Callie. She's a fantasy who can only appear now and then, right?"

I finally realized where she was going with this and said, "That's true. I spent a week in drag once on a cruise—including two days of flying—and by the third day I was tired of it. By the fourth, all I wanted to do was drink beer"—I took a big gulp—"and belch"—I ripped one off that startled Kay and made her laugh.

"Exactly!" she said excitedly knowing she was getting her point across. "So if I have a relationship with Callie—something I very much want—I'm also having a relationship with you."

"Something you very much don't want, I assume."

"That's what's really confusing," she said as she took another drink.

"How so?" I asked as I finished my beer.

"You want another one?"

"No, thanks. One's my limit. Sorry. Go ahead. How is that confusing to you?

"Let me me see if I can explain this. When I looked at your pictures, I felt sorry for the little boy growing up being teased mercilessly. When I saw the guy with the ripped body, I wasn't turned on in the least. Sorry, that's just how my brain works. I obviously LOVED the pic of you as Callie, but what's really hard for me to wrap my head around is that I find myself somehow attracted to you. Like this," she said as she used her hands to indicate she meant me as I currently looked.

"I think I should say thank you but I'll wait for the other shoe to drop when you give me the 'however' part that's sure to follow."

"No! That's just it. There isn't any 'but' coming. I really am attracted to you and I think it's because you're so thin and small and...."

"Feminine looking?" I said filling in the blank.

"Yes. That's exactly it! Does that bother you? You know, as a man?"

"Not at all," I said honestly. "You know how I used to look and I worked unbelievably hard to get strong then worked just as hard to get thin. It's very difficult for me to maintain this weight, but it's the only way I can fit into a size 8 dress."

Kay put her hands over her mouth as she laughed loudly. "You're a size whore!" she joked.

"Guilty as charged. I'd die if I had to wear a size 10," I told her. And while I wouldn't actually die, I would be very unhappy.

"All kidding aside, I have no idea whether this will be one-time thing or whether we might really like one another but if it is going to work, it has to work with me and you and me and Callie and it kind of scares me to think I might be falling for a girl who's a guy and I'm confused as hell."

"Would you like my opinion?" I asked sincerely.

"Oh, my God. I've been doing all the talking. I'm so sorry. Of course I want your opinion. That's why I asked you to come over."

"I think we take things one day at a time. Let's go slowly and see whether or not you really do like Callie or if you just like the fantasy of Callie. That means you and I have to take it slowly, too, to find out whether or not you and I actually like each other as friends. I can tell you you're the first woman I've really been attracted to since my divorce, and I'll also tell you I pretty much gave up on even trying to find another woman because of Callie. Even so, I'm never giving her up again and what I most like about you—other than you being cute as hell—is that you not only don't mind Callie, but you find her attractive. That is a 'must have' for me in any possible future relationship with any woman." 

"I gotta tell you that even when the fantasy high went away, the butterflies I feel every time I think about Callie didn't go away. What surprised me the most was when I got them thinking about you," Kay said sheepishly. Kay was looking right at me until she finished her sentence. She looked down and away as if she feared me saying I didn't feel the same way.

I reached my hand out and waited for her to notice. She saw it then looked up at me before reaching out to take my hand. "Come over here," I said. She let me help pull her toward me. "I like you, Kay. I'm attracted to you physically for sure but more importantly, I'm attracted to you mentally and intellectually. Smart women turn me on. Smart, pretty women really turn me on." Kay smiled. "But meeting a smart, pretty woman who loves and accepts Callie is more than a fantasy. It's well...I'm not sure. It's...too good to be true? Like you, I don't believe in God so I don't pray. Therefore, this can't be an answer to prayer. But it is, as you said, serendipitous for sure. I feel very fortunate to have met you and I'd like to give this...to give us...a chance. So if you feel the same way then...."

Kay leaned over and closed her eyes as she kissed me on the lips for the first time. "I do feel the same way. And I just had those butterflies again."

"Me, too," I told her as I kissed her back.

I knew we'd end up in bed if I didn't force myself to stop and somehow I managed to pull back shortly after Kay offered me her soft, warm tongue. "Oh, my God," I said with real desire in my voice. "Listen, if we don't stop right now, we definitely won't be taking this slow."

Kay heaved a sigh and said, "I know. I was thinking the same thing but I just wanted to be with you so bad."

"Me, too," I confessed. "But you need to meet Callie and see if you hit it off with her first. Well, me. No. Me as her. Sheesh. This really is confusing, isn't it? But you know what? I have a very good feeling about this so we owe it to ourselves to wait and see, don't you think?"

"Reluctantly, I have to agree with you," she said. As she slowly took her arms down from around my neck she said, "But I have to warn you. If I like Callie as much as I like you, then there won't be any stopping my freight train of pent-up emotions."

"Forewarned is fair warned," I told her with a smile.

"So have you decided where you're taking her/me/Callie yet?" I asked.

"I have," she proudly announced. "But it's a surprise. Just let her know it's going to be something very nice and very special. Ask her to be ready this Friday at 7 o'clock for me, okay?"

"I will," I said. "And I'm sure she'll love it. She really likes it when her date takes the initiative and makes plans for her. And you can order her food and drinks too, if that's something you're comfortable with. Well, if you're taking her to dinner, that is."

"That's a safe bet. I want to show off my beautiful date in public. That doesn't mean I'll embarrass her with any public displays of affection, though. Just in case she might be concerned about that."

"Callie is very open minded so while she might not want someone to paw all over her, I'm sure she wouldn't mind having her hand held or maybe even being kissed a time or two."

"Good to know. Thanks for the intel, ponytail guy," she said with a very bright, very happy smile.

Kay walked me to the door and said, "Thank you for coming over tonight. I really needed to talk to you. It means a lot that you dropped everything and did this for me."

"For us," I said as I put my hands on her shoulders. "There are essentially three people in this potential relationship, Kay. I'm in and I'm pretty sure Callie will be, too."

"I'm in, too—with you at least. I'm also pretty sure I'm gonna like Callie just as much. So, well...goodnight then, Cal," she said with a hopeful look on her face.

I wasn't about to leave without kissing her goodbye so I leaned over and gave her a short but nice kiss before leaving as I told her goodnight. 

I was glad Kay was fairly tall for a woman. I was only 5' 8" which is a real help with passing in public but with heels I'd tower over Kay who was 5' 7" herself. As I left I was thinking about how that might look until I remembered she wasn't butch meaning there was a good chance she might also wear a sexy pair of heels on our first date. I felt myself growing hard as I got in the car and started the engine.

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The weather was turning cool and I was thrilled about shopping for new sweaters. I hadn't been to my favorite stores much the last few months and I ran into several girls who didn't know me at a couple of them. They were very helpful and friendly even when I told them I was shopping for myself. I didn't go in drag because I hated messing up my hair and trying not to get makeup on my clothes when taking them on and off.




Serendipity



Oftentimes, people pay a lot of money for a designer label when something equally nice (or even nicer) is available for a lot less. Within reason, I don't care how much something costs. If I like it, I'm buying it. But after spending hours looking around Saks and Neiman Marcus and other high-end stores, I found the most beautiful sweater at Macy's.

It was a cream-colored, Ralph Lauren wool-cashmere blend ballet-neck sweater with long sleeves and rib-knit cuffs. It was exactly what I wanted. Dressy, classy, and only $145. I couldn't have been more thrilled!

I had several...no...many short skirts to wear with it and there was no reason to buy another one except that I wanted another one. 

So after taking the sweater out to my car I went back in for round two and I wasn't leaving until I had a beautiful skirt, some new heels and a purse to match, and just maybe some more jewelry I didn't need. But as with shoes and bags, a girl can never have too much jewelry, right?

After another ridiculously long search for the perfect short skirt in those same upscale stores, I ended up back at Macy's where I found a beautiful, black pencil skirt that came to just above the knee. For some reason, I thought perhaps Kay would appreciate a more sophisticated look whereas men would want short and sexy. 

I stayed with Macy's for everything else and I'm glad I did. I found a pair of gorgeous Jessica Simpson Ralyi evening sandals with 4" heels and an ankle strap for under $100 then was able to pair it with a very nice looking Calvin Klein leather tote bag for under $200. I loved, loved, loved the entire ensemble and the price was definitely right!

As much as I wanted to buy new jewelry, I already knew I was going to wear my favorite gold and onyx necklace, bracelet, and earrings which would be killer with the black skirt, taupe colored sandals and matching bag. I couldn't remember the last time I was that happy with a purchase and I couldn't wait to wear my new outfit for Kay.

I made an appointment for a complete body was with my favorite salon and I also made a later appointment to come back and have my hair, nails, and makeup done. Normally, I do everything myself, but I knew the girls at this shop very well and because I was a loyal customer I knew they'd be glad to take care of me. Also, I was quite a novelty there and one of the girls always made a big deal of showing me off when she was through making me pretty.

After the waxing I came home and ran 10 miles. It was pretty chilly outside but some of the residual wax came loose thanks to the sweat I ginned up during the run. I took a very long, very hot shower then turned the water temperature down to close my pores before toweling off. The only thing I didn't wash was my hair because they would take care of that at the salon.

No matter how many times I go through this ritual, it never fails to excite me. I came out of the bathroom and saw all of the pretty new things on the bed and I started getting hard just thinking about wearing them. It had nothing to do with Kay or sex. Just the clothes themselves did it for me. I pulled on my padded hip garment to give me some shape in the bum where I had none, then pulled on a black garter belt followed by the barely a pair of shimmery suntan-colored stockings that would look sensational with the creme-colored top. I pulled on a black slip and then the tight-fitting pencil skirt and zipped it up in front then spun it around.

I decided to wear a black bra just to add a little bit of sexiness to my otherwise professional look. I knew Kay would notice. I just hoped she'd like it as much as I did. Many women would never wear a black under something white or cream but it was a very sensual look and I was a huge fan of it.

I sprayed my pretty new sweater with my favorite Ombre Rose perfume then slid it on over the lacy black bra and the C-cup breast forms I was wearing underneath. I feel of the cashmere along with the scent of the perfume was intoxicating. I was tightly tucked down below and incapable of getting an erection, but I could feel blood flowing through me regardless.

I went over to the jewelry armoire and removed the gold earrings and carefully inserted the gold posts before securing the clutch in back. I draped the necklace on around my thin neck and hung the bracelet on my left wrist. 

Normally, I'd be very excited at this point but because I had no makeup on and because my hair was a mess, I wasn't feeling it quite as much. 

"Hi, Callie! Love your outfit, girl! Who's the lucky guy tonight?"

I walked closer to my friend, Lucretia, and whispered, "Girl."

She threw her head back and said, "Get out of here! Since when?"

Without sharing details, I told her about meeting Kay and that she was taking me to dinner tonight. "Wow! That sounds really nice, girl!" she said as she showed me to one of the makeup stands.

Thirty minutes later, my hair was up in rollers and Lucretia was working on my makeup. In another half hour, she was finishing up by applying a pair of very long false eyelashes. "Girl, you know you really don't need these, right? I'd kill to have your lashes."

I thanked her and told her I wanted to look perfect tonight. "Must be someone special because you be lookin' extra fine!" She finished up and asked me to take a look. Although my hair was still up, I was stunned. "Honey, you do such an amazing job I told her." I grabbed my purse and pulled out a $20 from the clutch inside and said, "That's just a starter tip, girlfriend."

I knew Lucretia was a single mom with two little boys so I always tipped her well. After another thirty minutes had passed she took out the rollers and styled my hair. I rarely wore more than one soft wave in it with wispy bangs but I let her put a little extra body in it in the form of several gentle waves. I was utterly thrilled with the end result.

When she rang me up, I added 25% to the bill and thanked her again. Lucretia was really appreciative of the extra cash and said quietly, "Girl, you be prettier than most of my real girls and you for damn sure more generous than all of them."

I thanked her sincerely again, accepted a big hug from her with her best wishes for a wonderful evening, then went outside. It was already dark but the parking lot was well lit. It was less than 50 yards to my car but in that short distance I got whistled at and complimented twice. Under normal circumstances, I'd have made it a point to talk to the one cute guy who told me I looked great but not tonight. I had a real date with a real girl and I couldn't wait!

I got home at a quarter to seven, ran upstairs, very carefully pulled everything down to pee knowing I wouldn't go again the rest of the night no matter what, then grabbed my best black coat and sat down to wait. 

I had just crossed my legs when the doorbell rang. I was so startled I felt like I'd come out of my skin. My fear was immediately replaced by a deep sense of excitement and anticipation. 

I peeked through the peephole then opened the door. "Oh, my God!" I said as I invited her in. 

Kay didn't move. "Oh, my God is right! Holy mother of God," she said as she just stood there and stared at me.

"Do you want to come in, Kay?" I said in my female voice.

"Um, sure," she said as she stepped through the door. "Say something else."

I wasn't sure what she meant so I asked her how she'd been. Her eyes were closed when I spoke. 

"That's amazing," she said. "If I didn't know who you were, I would have guessed genetic female. Your voice is as passable as you are and you are not just passable—you look like an actual women. Damn!"

We both stood there looking at the other person. No, we were staring at each other. While Kay was taking all of me in, I was doing the same to her.

She'd chosen this very chic, black, tight-fitting, short-sleeved, skinny rib-knit top with a crew neck. She looked like a freaking supermodel with her small, B-cup breasts and tight little waist. Below it she wore a gorgeous suede skirt with black pumps that made her as tall as me. I couldn't help but notice hers also had an ankle strap. She wore a beautiful silver necklace with matching earrings and a very expensive diamond tennis bracelet which I was admiring.

"Naval Academy graduation present from my dad," she said as I held her wrist to get a better look.

I hadn't even noticed the bouquet of roses when she came closer and said, "Hi, Callie. I'm Kay. These are for you."

I felt myself tear up as I took them from her. "Thank you so much. They're beautiful," I told her as I went to put them in some water.

Kay followed me to the kitchen and said, "Callie? I knew you were beautiful, but I'm just blown away. You are truly gorgeous."

I sat the flowers down and blinked away a tear. I did not want my mascara getting ruined.

I took a step toward her and said, "Thank you, Kay. This was so nice of you." We both reached out at the same time and we hugged for the first time. I loved the scent of her perfume and the feel of her ultra-cute, very expensive top. I'd seen it on line and new that short little sweater was $250. I also knew the suede skirt was top of the line and probably around $300 or so.

"You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now," Kay said as we looked into each other's eyes. 

"Oh, I think I have a very good idea because it's all I can do not to ask you to kiss me," I told her. "You are so pretty."

"So you like?" she said as she let go and spun around.

"I love!" I told her sincerely. "I almost bought that very top. Thank goodness I didn't, huh?"

Kay laughed and said, "I'm glad you didn't because I wouldn't have been able to see you in this pretty creme-colored cashmere top. It's so soft and it's...very flattering."

I offered Kay a drink but she suggested we leave so we wouldn't be late. She had reservations for 7:30 at one of the nicer restaurants in town.

Kay helped me with my coat and handed me my purse then opened the door for me. I thanked her, locked the door, then turned around and was stunned when I saw the limo sitting in front of my house. 

"Oh, my goodness. Kay. You didn't?"

"Oh, yes I did!" she said excitedly as she opened my door then slid in next to me.

"Talk about making a great first impression," I said as I slipped my arm inside of hers.

Kay took my hand and said, "I hope this is just the first of many great first impressions, Callie."

Lipstick of no lipstick, neither of us could stop that first kiss from happening. We were as careful as we could be not to mess up the other's makeup, but we really didn't care. We kissed for several seconds exchanging tongues and moaning softly. "Wowww," I said as she ended the kiss.

"Wow, indeed," Kay said back. "I just cannot get over how beautiful you are, Callie. The picture you should me was one thing but you are...did I mention you're beautiful?"

"Thank you again, Kay, and I want you to know I feel the same way. You are so pretty you take my breath away."

We held hands and talked on the way to the restaurant. I'd seen my own nails many times but seeing them entwined with another woman's was amazing. I loved looking at our four legs in skirts, stockings, and heels while reveling in the scent of our perfumes and the feel of the soft cashmere on my skin. I was afraid I might have an early eruption right there in the back of the limo.

We arrived at 7:25 and the driver came around and opened our door. "Ladies," he said as he offered Kay his hand. Kay had chosen not to wear a coat but she did have a very pretty cardigan sweater that went with the crew neck she wore. She asked me to help her slip it on before we got out. She stepped out then offered me her hand.

"You ready?" she asked as she took my hand and led us inside. I nodded and squeezed her hand in the chilly September night air.

An attractive guy of about 35 opened the door for us and welcomed us. He directed us to the maitre'd, a woman who looked to be maybe 30. She not only didn't stare, she smiled as she welcomed us both. Kay, who was still holding my hand proudly said, "Reservations for two under the name of Randall, please."

"Ah, yes. Right this way ladies," she said as she showed us to our table. Kay helped me with my coat and my chair. I thanked her and then she seated herself next to me.

The room was very nicely furnished and the tables were fairly close together but still afforded enough privacy for people to talk with one another without being overheard. 

"Very impressive, Lieutenant!" I told her.

That made Kay laugh. "I honestly forget you were....you know—you. Until you called me 'lieutenant' I'd completely forgotten he exists." I saw her face change expression. It was a look of horror. "Oh, my God! I am so sorry! I did not mean that the way it sounded. Please forgive...."

I smiled and said, "No offense taken. I'm actually very flattered."

Just then an older gentleman stood next to our table and said, "Good evening, ladies. My name is Jeffrey and I'll be serving you drinks and dinner tonight. What may I get for you?"

He turned to me first and I turned to Kay who, without missing a beat said, "I'll have a vodka tonic and my beautiful date will have the same."

He nodded and said, "Very well. I'll return with your drinks shortly."

"Thank you for ordering for me," I told her.

"My pleasure," she said. Her smile was killing me. I couldn't get over how pretty she was. Kay was just stunningly beautiful!

When our drinks arrived Kay said, "A toast?"

"Definitely," I said.

"To...serendipity?" she said as she raised her glass.

"To serendipity," I repeated as we each took a first sip.

Kay sat her glass down and leaned over to kiss me. "Do you mind? Is this okay? You'll tell me if I'm moving too fast, right?"

"It would be more than okay," told her. "It would be wonderful. And I'm not sure you can move too fast for me."

As we talked over dinner, it seemed like we never took a breath. We talked about growing up, coming to grips with who and what we were, our families, our views on life, love, politics, and even religion.

"So you were raised Catholic?" I asked as we nibbled at our entrees.

"I was. I guess technically I still am although I haven't been to mass since I came out."

"How did your parents react when you told them?"

"Surprisingly well. They both go to church every week, but they're really very liberal in their faith. Their main concern was for me, my safety, and my happiness. My mother still holds out hope I'll marry a man one day but that's never gonna...."

Kay stopped in mid-sentence and leaned over to kiss me again. After she did, she said very quietly while looking into my eyes, "Never say never, right?" She reached over and took my hand and I held hers back.

"Callie? Does this feel right to you? You and me? Us, here in this place?"

I squeezed her hand, smiled and said, "Kay, nothing has ever felt more right in my entire life. You?"

She was staring directly into my eyes and I could feel her other hand on mine. "I didn't want to say anything the other night when I met Cal, but I don't think I can not say it tonight." She kissed me one more time and said, "I hope you don't think I'm crazy, but I think I may be falling in love with you, Callie."

"I don't think you're crazy because that would mean I'm crazy, too."

Kay wanted to make out the entire way back to my place and I was more than willing to do so. "You are so pretty it makes my heart hurt," she said after one very long, very passionate kiss.

"I don't ever want to hurt you or your heart," I told her.

"I know that and when I'm with you, my heart hurts in the best way possible." She circled my lips with her finger and said softly, "You know I'm not going home tonight, right?" she said before she kissed me again.

"I hope not," I said as I pulled her close and kissed her back. 

For the first time, I felt her hand move down my arm and across my body. It stopped on my tummy then drifted up until it was until my breast. I was so happy when she began pushing up then gently squeezed me. "I want you so bad," she told me.

I whispered back, "I want you to want me." 

We felt the limo come to a stop and the driver getting out. Kay kissed me one more time before we sat up and waited for our door to open.

"Ladies," he said again. Kay thanked him and signed the receipt. I noticed she tipped him a hundred dollars for which he was very appreciative.

"Sexy and generous. You're a keeper!" I said as she took my hand again.

"Let me get that for you, pretty girl," she said as she took the key from me. Kay opened the door, let me in, then closed it and locked it before handing the key back to me. 

"Is that the key to your heart by any chance?" I asked her as I took the key from her and set it in a small bowl on a sideboard near the door.

"Symbolically speaking, I guess it very well could be," she said as she came closer to hold me in her arms. "I have never met anyone like you in my entire life, Callie. I'm not talking about just your anatomy." She smiled playfully when said that then continued with, "I'm talking about you. All of you. You're the most fascinating human being I've ever met and I want to learn everything there is to know about you."

Kay kissed me passionately then I told her, "Dittoes. And Kay? You give me something I haven't felt in such a very long time."

"What might that be, sweetheart?" she said as she stroked my face with her tiny, soft hand.

"Hope." I knew I didn't need to explain what I meant in detail. Kay was very intuitive and I knew she understood I was talking about finding real love with another genetic woman. She knew I'd given up believing that might ever happen again and now here was this smart, pretty, funny, wonderful girl who wanted me...for me. Were I taking female hormones I would have been so overwhelmed with emotion I'd have broken down and cried. Instead, I felt a familiar stirring between my legs as Kay took my hand and led toward the bedroom.

It wasn't very romantic, but it was a fact of life. I needed to pee. So did Kay. I let her go first. When she came out I said, "I'm not sure what you're expecting so do you want me to come out um...unsheathed or um...holding it down tight?"

Kay giggled and said, "Surprise me. I'm sure I'll be very pleased either way."

I took care of business and decided to leave the padded undergarment in the bathroom. I pulled my panties back up over my package and left the pencil skirt laying next to my faux hips. I was still wearing my pretty cashmere sweater, garter belt, stockings, and heels.

Kay had taken off her cardigan sweater and was laying on the bed waiting for me. She'd turned out the lights and lit all of the many scented candles I had around the room. She looked positively stunning in the flickering light when I walked in and saw her and I let her know it.

"Thank you, Callie, but it's you who looks so amazing. You are not only prettier than most of the girls I've dated, you're by far the most feminine and that is such a huge turn on. Why don't you come over here and let me show you how much I appreciate your soft, feminine look?" She patted the bed next to her and I slid on top of the bed then over next to her.

"This was my biggest fantasy for such a long time," I told her as she brushed the hair away from my face. "But I not only stopped fantasizing about it, I quit even thinking about it when it seemed impossible I'd ever find an attractive woman who'd want me for who I am."

Kay was gently brushing my hair and listening to every word. "It's been my only fantasy since I came out, Callie. But until I met you it never occurred to me a genetic male could be the ideal 'woman' I'd meet and fall in love with. Yet here you are laying beside me. Laying here looking at you and even listening to you speak, I honestly can't tell you're not a genetic woman. I'm not just saying that, honey. You look and sound exactly like a beautiful woman."




Serendipity



I smiled and thanked her for saying that then told her, "And I really do have the one thing a genetic woman doesn't have." I reached up and took her hand and slowly guided it to the area between my legs. "I am so happy you need me to be exactly what I am."

When Kay's hand touched my growing cock, I heard her inhale sharply. "Oh, my God. That feels so wonderful, Callie. I've had to settle for strap-on play since the first time I made love with another woman but this..." she gently stroked me through the lacy black panties..."This is what I want so very badly."

Kay pulled me close and kissed me as her hand reached into the waistband of my panties. I lifted up allowing her to slide them down then helped her get them completely off. 

Normally, that part of my anatomy is off limits during sex because it makes me feel like a man and when a man is making love to me, I need to feel like a woman. Playing with Mr. Happy ruins that for me. I've only ever let one man touch me there and that was during a foursome when a very cute guy's very attractive wife begged me to let her husband perform oral sex on me. It had been a fantasy of his for a long time and I think she may have wanted to be able to tease and humiliate him about it after that. Regardless, I made an exception to my only real rule.

With Kay, I had no such inhibitions. I still felt feminine and pretty, and because I knew she wanted and needed me like that, I loved having her touch me the way any woman would during sex.

I undressed Kay as she continued to fondle and kiss me. When she was down to just her own garter belt, stockings, and heels I quit taking things off. She straddled me and lowered her small, perky breasts to my mouth. I hungrily licked her nipples and sucked hard on them alternating from left to right until she was moaning loudly. I also ran my hand down between her legs and softly massaged her clit as I pleasured her with my mouth.

"Let me turn around, honey," she said. Kay flipped herself over being carefully with her spiked heels. Her knees were around my head as she lowered her pussy onto my face. As her warm slit came into contact with my mouth I felt hers take my cock inside it. I could hear her moaning softly as she used her hand to stroke me while her mouth went up and down. "Oh, my God. I haven't done this in years and I've never, ever enjoyed it before but I am really loving this, baby," she said as she came up for air.

"You taste good, too, sweetie," I told her as I ran my tongue from the bottom of her pussy to her clit then went the other way over and over. I brought my left hand into play and as my tongue swirled around her clit, I slid one then two fingers inside her. I felt Kay tense then moan loudly with pleasure.

"Oh...shit. Oh, Callie. That feels so good!" she cried. "Don't stop, baby. Please."

I didn't. I managed to get a third finger inside despite the awkward angle then used the index finger of my other hand to diddle her clit. As I did, Kay stopped what she was doing and said, "Jesus! That feels so fucking good!"

This went on for another two or three minutes before Kay had her first orgasm. I felt her entire body tense as she stopped sucking me again. "Oh...fuck!" she cried out. "I'm cumming." She shook and trembled then said, "I need you inside me."

She flipped back around and stayed on top which I liked very much. "Make love to me," I said letting her know I wanted to the submissive one. Kay grabbed a condom from the night stand on slid it on in short order.

"I will, honey," she said. "But I also plan to fuck you—hard. Do you want that?"

I moaned and said, "More than anything. Please fuck me!"

Kay reached down and lined me up with her warm slit then slowly lowered herself all the way down and stopped. "Oh...God!" she said. "Yes! This is what I've wanted for so fucking long. A pretty girl with the perfect pleasure tool. Oh...my...God!" She ground her pussy hard using me for her pleasure which felt amazingly good to me, too.

Kay began to raise and lower herself taking me all the way in and out on each stroke. "You feel so good inside me, honey," she said as she kissed me hard. Kay began increasing the rhythm and hitting herself harder each time she went down. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to push back but the first time I did she screamed, "YES! Fucking YES!"

I began hammering her the way I'd done many other women and Kay put her arms around me and held on tight. I pushed and she pushed back. The sounds of lovers fucking filled the room. Kay's face was next to mine. I heard her say, "Oh, my God, Callie. I love you so much. I love the way you look and I love fucking you."

I felt her tense and as she did I said, "I love you too, Kay. And I love when you fuck me like this so much." As she squeezed with her arms as hard as she could I let loose every drop of cum inside me into the condom I was wearing inside her pussy.

Kay collapsed on top of me but unlike most men who wanted to just lay there, Kay wanted to kiss me. She started at my forehead then moved down to my nose, mouth, chin, cheeks, and neck.

"I have never been so happy before, Callie," she said as she stopped and looked into my eyes. "Let's not mess this up because this is as close to heaven as I've ever been. I'm not just saying it when I tell you I love you. Do you know that?"

"Yes, I do," I replied. "And I mean it too, Kay. I really do love you."

Kay rolled off me and onto her back. She lay there for a moment then started kicking and squealing with delight. "I am SO fucking HAPPY! I'm in love with the most perfect person on earth and I am finally HAPPY!"

I turned over on my side and said, "It makes no sense to say this but thank God for serendipity." Kay laughed and pulled me close then kissed me hard. "I want to fuck you again."

As she pushed me back over on my back I felt myself growing hard again. Kay pulled off my messy condom and licked me clean. "Mmmm. I'm even enjoying that. Wow. So many new, wonderful firsts," she said as she took my growing cock back in her mouth.

I was up before her and went into the bathroom to pee. I have a light beard but I could see traces of beard shadow and smiled. I actually hated seeing that because it broke the illusion of being a girl. Normally, I'd have removed my makeup before going to bed but after round two with Kay, I was too tired. I peed then removed every bit of my makeup and got in the shower.

A few minutes later I heard Kay come in and go pee. She opened the shower door and said, "Mind some company, ponytail guy?"

"Not at all," I told her as I offered her my hand and helped her in. I pulled her close and kissed her and was please when she responded in kind. "I have to warn you though, I might be the one fucking you this time."

"Mmmm," Kay murmured. "Is that a promise?"

I was immediately rock hard and lifted her up and sat her on my raging hard on. She slid down so easily and moaned loudly as she did. "Oh, my God!" she said. "Another first."

"Which one this time?" I asked as I drilled her hard.

"I'm being fucked my a man and I'm enjoying it!"

Kay and I spent the rest of the day talking and getting better acquainted. Both of us had so much to learn about the other and so much to offer beyond the obvious physical attractions—plural.

At one point, the subject of marriage came up again and I shared my Las Vegas wedding fantasy with her. I never had any real intention of marrying a man—any man-ever—but I had fantasized many times about wearing a beautiful white dress with a tiara and going through a non-legally binding ceremony where we exchanged rings and vows.

Kay was curled up next to me as I shared it with her and she said again sweetly, "Never say never, right?" She kissed then said, "That sounds a lot like my fantasy except there's no groom."

"Oh, really?" I said with genuine interest. 

"Really," she said. "It doesn't have to be Las Vegas. It just has to be with the woman I love and want to live with the rest of my life. Everything else in my fantasy is the same as yours except the wedding is legal and real." Kay waited for a moment to see if I'd comment. When I didn't she asked me rather coyly, "Aren't you going to ask me if you count as a real woman to me?"

"Uh-uh," I replied.

"Uh-uh? That's all you have to say?"

"Uh-huh," I said.

"Uh-huh and uh-uh? Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. I don't have to say anything else or ask any questions."

Kay sat up and turned around to look at me. "Oh, really? And why is that?"

I pulled her back into me and said, "Because I know that's exactly how you think of me. I'm as much a woman to you as any woman you've ever dated."

My arm was draped around her neck and she was holding my hand. "That's true," she said. "My head is still spinning from last night and this morning in the shower and from...everything."

"Are you dizzy?" I teased.

"Nope. Not at all. Things are spinning but not spinning out of control. It's just that I still can't believe this has happened to me." She squeezed my hand and said, "To us."

"I've never been happier, Kay," I told her honestly.

"Me either," she said quietly. "I just don't want to do anything to mess this up, you know."

"I do," I assured her. "We're just going to have to be completely open and 100% honest with one another about everything. What we want, what we need, what we're feeling, and everything else."

"I couldn't agree more," Kay said as she kissed my hand.

"So can I ask you something?" she said.

"Of course. Anything."

"Do you think you and I can be completely monogamous for the rest of our lives?"

"Is that what you want?" I asked rather than answering with a 'yes' or 'no.'

"I don't know. I mean, you told me you get bored after a while and I'm sure that at some point you'll want to date other men." She paused then said, "Don't you think?"

"That seems pretty likely. And it seems pretty likely you'll want to be with other real women. Right?"

We sat in silence for a while wrestling with our first major relationship issue; something virtually no other couple at this stage would even think about let alone raise as a potential concern. But Kay was right. I'd told her about the threesomes and couple swaps my ex-wife and I had tried and the double date she and I went on my first time in drag in public as well as the foursome I'd had with my ex-boyfriend Tim and his best friend and his wife.

Kay spoke first. "I know we need to take this a day at a time and see where it goes but do you think it might be possible to love one another for life and still have an arrangement of some kind? Does that even apply here? Can something like apply and a marriage still work?"

"My gut reaction is 'yes', it can. I'd say that we already know we aren't traditional people. That's a given. We also know we both like sex with men and women. I offer you what you called the best of both worlds and you are absolutely gorgeous and desirable."

"But..." Kay said.

"But...I think you're right that at some point, just this, as great as this is, may not be enough. But as long as both of us loved one another very deeply and as long as we only dated other people with the other's permission then maybe...."

Kay sat up and turned around again. "Maybe...we could always be together. You know, like you did with your best friend and his wife. If we always shared these things together—openly and honestly—with well, eyes wide open to be cliche—then maybe that would work for us."

"I like the way you think, Lieutenant," I said with a smile.

"And I like that we can talk about anything no matter what, ponytail guy," she said as she slid over to kiss me again. "I really have to go. I have a ton of stuff to do to get ready for work tomorrow and really, really need to get in a good, long run today."

"I completely understand," I told her. 

We kissed goodbye and promised to call and text often. Kay hadn't even gotten in her car (which she'd parked in my driveway before the limo showed up) before she texted. "Had the most wonderful time—EVER! Luv U, PTG!"

I smiled and understood that was me—Pony Tail Guy.

"Luv U 2, LT!" I texted back. Kay sent me a smiley face and three red hearts in reply. I did the same and went to take care of the stuff I'd been neglecting all weekend starting with a load of laundry and dirty dishes in the sink.

*****

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It was the last week of September and while I knew the Navy was celebrating its birthday in mid-October, I never paid much attention to it. The celebratory balls for officers and enlisted were separate functions but held on the same night on or very close to its birthday on the 13th. The only reason I cared about this year was Kay asked me I'd like to go with her as her date.

"As Cal or as Callie?" I asked with genuine interest and a bit of trepidation.

"As Callie, of course," she said in a very sunny but serious way.

"I know you're out of the closet, but I've never told anyone I work with that I have an alter ego." I waited before adding, "And I'm not sure I want that to change."

"No problem," she said cheerfully. "There's a ball here on this base and another in Washington DC. I'm assigned to the Washington Navy District so we can attend that one. While I can't guarantee no one you've ever met will be there, it seems very unlikely." She put her arms around me and said, "Besides, I honestly don't think anyone would recognize you even if they saw you."

"I'm not really in the know about these things, but doesn't the word 'ball' imply formality as in me needing a formal to wear?"

Kay smiled and said, "Uh-huh. It does. And you would look so, so pretty in a beautiful formal and I really, really want you to go and please don't make me beg because I will but I shouldn't have to because you love me and want me to be happy and...."

"Okay. Okay. I'll go," I said.

"Really?" Kay said excitedly. "You don't have to, of course. And I don't want you to be uncomfortable or worried. I just really, really want to show you off as my new girlfriend. So do you want to go or are you just being nice?"

"Both," I told her. "I am being nice, but I would enjoy going with you. We need to do other things than just go to dinner or a movie and this sounds like it would be really fun. So yes, I'll be your date."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" she squealed. For a very intelligent, very sophisticated graduate of the United States Naval Academy, Kay Randall was, after all, first and foremost a girl. Okay, a woman but she had a very playful girlish side to her which I dearly loved and she was confident enough in our relationship to show it to me and that meant a lot.

"I'm assuming you'll be wearing your formal dress uniform, right?"

"You assume correctly, PTG," she said. She'd started using the abbreviation since the first time she used it in a text. "I'll be wearing my Dinner Dress Blues which is indeed dark blue so keep that in mind when you go shopping for your formal."

"Would you like to go with me?" I asked her.

Kay threw her arms around me and jumped up on me. I caught her just before she knocked me off balance. "Can I take that as a 'yes'?" I said into her chest as she crushed me in her hug.

"Yes you can! I didn't even want to ask because I didn't think you'd want me going shopping with you, but I would love to go with you! Are you sure you don't mind?"

"I'm positive," I told her. "I want you to love what I wear as much as I do. Besides, the first real test of any relationship is finding a dress for your man that he loves as much as you do, right?"

Kay slid down and said, "You nut! I love you so much. Did you know that?" We kissed for quite a while before agreeing when we'd go looking for my dress.

"Can I pick you up?" she asked. "Oh, before you answer, are you going shopping as Cal or Callie? It doesn't matter to me. I just thought I'd ask."

"I usually only manage to dress up once a week although I'd prefer twice so since we're going tomorrow night which is Wednesday, I can go as Callie. And yes, you can definitely pick me up. Then you can take Callie somewhere else this weekend, too. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect!" she said. "I am so excited! Oh, wait! One more question, then. What are you going to wear? I don't want to be over or under dressed."

"I'm not sure yet, but it'll definitely be something easy to get in and out of without worrying about getting makeup all over it or what I'll be trying on. Maybe a blouse and skirt with flats?"

"But you'll need heels for the gown, won't you?"

I smiled and realized that for all my experience with crossdressing I still didn't always think like a girl. "Good point," I admitted. "Then a nice blouse with a skirt that's easy to get out of and some heels."

Kay smiled wickedly and said, "I have plans to get you out of whatever you wear later that night so it better be easy to get off you."

I really was falling in love with this beautiful, bi-sexual Navy officer who seemed to really adore me, too. Maybe miracles did happen after all.

I'd been looking for an opportunity to wear this really cute white ruffle-neck fitted blouse I'd bought over the summer, but my obsession with sweaters kept from ever wearing it. This was the perfect time because it would be very messy pulling a sweater on and off in a changing room. This blouse only had five buttons and was open from the ruffled collar to the middle of where my bra would be. It was open wide at the top then narrowed to the first button. It had 3/4-length sleeves and a very tight, form-fitted waist that would look perfect with a pair of black pants, something else I rarely ever wore. It didn't tuck in making it even easier to take on and off. I wore a pair of black flats from Nine West to complete the look.

I texted my change of plans to Kay who thanked me and told me she'd wear pants, too. Oh, and a cute little sweater, she added. She loved to tease me with the things she wore and I loved her doing it.

I did my nails myself and wore a pair of gold hoop earrings and a thin gold chain necklace. It was chilly so I had my long black coat ready along with a black bag when Kay rang the doorbell.

True to her word, Kay had on a very cute crop sweater with a cable knit. I don't normally like the cable-knit look, but this was really cute on her. It came just to the top of her high-waisted black pants and I was very envious of how petite she was! 

We kissed one another hello as though we hadn't seen each other in days. We held one another for quite a while just drinking the other person in. "I've missed you so much," I told her.

"You, too. I can't even concentrate at work because you're in every thought," she confessed.

"Is that a problem?" I kidded.

"Yes, but it's the nicest problem I've ever had. I've never felt like this about anyone. Ever."

She stepped back and said, "You always look so classy. I love the blouse, by the way. Can I wear it sometime?"

I laughed. "Honey, you're a size 2. I'm an 8. I don't think you want to swim in your clothes."

"True. But I do want to drink you up. And...eat you up and...."

We went to the Tyson's II Mall with its many upscale stores. I was thrilled when Kay opened the door for me then took my hand as we walked in.

We stopped into Saks first and immediately, one of the regular girls who knew me approached us and said, "Hi, Callie! Haven't seen you in here in a while."

"I was in recently, but the girl who helped me said you were off that day. Oh, and this is my beautiful girlfriend, Kay." 

"She is beautiful. Maybe even more so than you, Callie, although it's a close call."

Kay came to my defense and said, "She is definitely the prettier girl ,but thank you for the compliment."

The store clerk asked, "So are we looking for Kay or for Callie or both today?"




Serendipity



I loved when Kay took charge. She said, "I'm taking Callie to the Navy Ball on the 13th and we need a formal gown for her. Something elegant, graceful, and as gorgeous as she is."

"That's a tall order even for Saks, but I think we might have something that will fill the bill. Let me show you."

She led us to an area where several designer labels were on display. I've said money isn't normally an object but when I see a price tag of $3,000, that's a bridge too far. 

"It's beautiful," I told her but can we maybe stay under $500?"

"Hmmm. Let's take a look over here." She showed us several gowns and then I saw it! 

It was an open-back, off the shoulder long prom dress by La Femme. It was black and had a two-inch wrap around the upper arm and another two-inch wrap on the shoulder. It was only $378, but my heart sank when I noticed it didn't have bra cups. I could go braless, but only if my breast forms didn't show even the tiniest little bit . Unfortunately, this one would expose them on both the sides and the top.

"No, this one won't work. I love it and the price is right but I have um...girl problems with it."

She didn't bat an eye or ask what I meant. There was one more rack of sale dresses and the last one I saw was even prettier than the one I couldn't wear. I flipped over the price tag and saw it was just $398. It was another long prom dress. This one was made a JVN by Jovani. It had an illusion neckline with gold details, an open back, and the bra cups I needed. The neckline was a see-through black chiffon that provided the perfect background for me to wear braless where nothing would show. It was 64" long and perfect for a model my height wearing 6" heels. I'd only worn heels that high once before in public and there was no dancing involved. My feet were going to kill me, but I HAD to have this dress. All I'd need would be a wrap, a pair of long, dangling gold earrings and a clutch.

"I love it, honey!" Kay said as we held it up. "Please try it on for me, okay?

Our girl carried it to the changing room and I got undressed and slipped into it. I asked Kay to come zip me up. Once she had, we both looked at it from every possible angle. I asked her, "What do you think, Kay?"

"I LOVE it, Callie. Do you like it?"

"I do and I want it. It's perfect."

Our girl did a great job of packaging it, but we both carried it out to her car to make sure nothing happened to it.

We spent the rest of the evening watching an old movie, sipping wine, and making love.

Kay spent the next ten days on temporary duty or TAD (TDY in the Army and Air Force) and got back the day of the ball. We called and texted as often as we could, but we were very excited to see each other again. Because she was going in uniform, she didn't need to do anything special in terms of hair or makeup. I, on the other hand, had another half day of preparation spent getting a full-body wax then having my hair, nails, and makeup done. I was so glad Lucretia was there again. She was not only really good at what she did, she was just a riot to talk to!

I got home with an hour left, and all I needed to do was get undressed and into my gown so I carefully took everything off I'd worn to the salon then started by gluing my breast forms in place. The good news was I didn't need to do any shading to create cleavage, something I'd gotten very good at over the years. Once they were dry and in place, I went pee for the last time for many hours then pulled on my CAD-designed padded booty and a pair of barely black pantyhose. I don't like pantyhose but for an occasion like this, a garter belt just doesn't work well. 

I then tied a fishhook to the zipper in back so I could zip up my own dress, stepped into it and worked it over my faux boobs. I pulled the fishing line straight up behind me and the zipper worked as advertised. A quick shake helped the fishhook fall out and I turned to look in the mirror to check it out. The fit was perfect!

I had a pair of very expensive earrings Tim had given me for Christmas and couldn't wait to wear them with this dress. They hung about three inches below my ear and were a kind of modified teardrop shape. I felt that old familiar feeling come on that happens every time I'm fully dressed up in women's clothes. Then I remembered the shoes!

I lifted up the hem and sat on the bed as I stepped into the 6" heels. I'd forgotten how treacherous they are. I got them buckled up then stood and realized I was now well over six feet tall. "Oh, my God!" I thought. "This isn't good."

I pulled them off and chose a pair with 3 1/2" heels which felt SO much better but now my dress was dragging on the floor. "Fuck!" I said in my male voice. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

I'd have to wear the 6" heels or risk tripping on the material that would puddle on the floor. I knew Kay couldn't wear anything taller than maybe 3" heels in uniform so I was definitely going to tower over her. 

I took the shorter heels off and sat on the couch waiting for Kay. Every minute not spent in the monster heels was one minute less of torture. Yes, I know. Six-inch heels sound glamorous, but let me assure you they are not! They are waterboarding for the feet!

I'd given Kay a key to my apartment before she left town but I had the door unlocked when she arrived. I heard the door open followed by her saying, "Ahoy, Matey! Lieutenant Randall arriving!" 

Kay came in wearing her dress uniform. Now Kay is simply gorgeous, but I don't find women (or men) in uniform attractive the way many women do. But there was no way I was going to tell her that especially when she was so happy and bubbling over with enthusiasm.

Kay came over and offered me her hand to help me stand up and said, "You look so freaking gorgeous I want to take you to bed and fuck you right now but I can't even kiss you or I'll mess up your lipstick. Wow! You look beautiful, Callie!"

"Thank you—Lieutenant. You look very dashing in your uniform!" I lied. Well, I didn't lie. She probably did look dashing to some people. I just wasn't one of them. I'd enlisted in the Marine Corps to escape my small town life and avoid working for Weyerhaeuser like my dad and grandfather had and to get the GI Bill for college. I didn't dislike the military by any means, I just wasn't impressed by all this stuff.

"You ready?" she asked excitedly.

I got back into the stilts and stood back up. I was a good four inches taller than Kay and when she stood next to me it was very awkward. I said, "I feel like a man in a dress for the first time in my life."

Kay grabbed my wrap and put it around my shoulders and handed me my clutch then said, "Callie, you are a man in a dress. But trust me, you are unbelievably passable and while your height may be a 'tell' I can assure you there will be women there as tall or taller than you. I see it every year. There won't be many, but there will be a few. And since I love you for who you are, who gives a shit what anyone else thinks, right?"

I really did love Kay. She was so comfortable with herself and who she was. I was still technically in the closet although crossdressers don't typically 'come out.' In fact, most crossdressers are 100% heterosexual although some percentage of us are like me and prefer men. Or bi-sexual women or.... I was feeling confused and out of sorts so I decided to stop thinking and analyzing and just enjoy being out with my new love.

The ball was being held at one of the nicest, five-star hotels in Washington DC. It had a huge ballroom which would double as a dining and dancing area. Having been an enlisted guy, I'd never been to a ball of any kind even though the Marine Corps makes a very big deal out of its ball every November 10th. They weren't mandatory for anyone below the rank of Staff Sergeant and I always chose not to go. 

I was very impressed with how well the room had been decorated. It had an obvious Navy theme to it but it was very tastefully done. 

"Do you want a drink, honey?" Kay asked. 

"Yes, please," I told her.

She brought back to vodka tonics. "In case you're wondering, I'm not not holding your hand because I don't want to. It's just not allowed in uniform."

Kay knew I'd served four years on active duty but she also knew I didn't know much about the Navy or its customs. I assured her I understood.

"But I will be able to dance with you later on, though," she said as we toasted to having a wonderful time.

We hadn't been there long when a very tall couple came in. The man was probably 6'4" or so and his wife or date was nearly as tall in her heels. "See?" Kay said as she pointed them out. "I told you so, right?"

We made small talk then Kay noticed someone she knew and said, "That's my old CO (commanding officer.) I've gotta say hello. He was a really great skipper. Do you want to meet him?"

"Sure," I told her. 

She took a few steps and called out while waving, "Captain Woods! Sir?"

He turned and saw her then smiled and headed her way with his wife in tow. "Kay Randall! How are you, Lieutenant? Last time I saw you, you were a j.g. Congratulations!" (Lieutenant, junior grade—just below lieutenant.)

"Yes, sir, and you were a commander. Congratulations to you, too."

"Sir, this is my girlfriend, Callie Petersen. Callie, this Captain Woods."

I was about an inch taller than him in my elevator heels and a good four inches taller than his wife. I've never been 'read' in public and I had no reason to think he'd 'made' me. He looked me in the eyes, smiled, and said, "Nice to meet you, Callie. Kay's a very lucky girl. And one of the best officers I ever had work for me."

He then introduced his wife, Marilyn, who said, "I love that dress, Callie. Where did you find it."

"Saks at Tysons II," I told her.

"Well, it's beautiful and so are you, dear. You two have a wonderful time tonight!"

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Kay said.

"Not at all. I hope you don't think I expected it to be. Bad, that is. I'm really glad you asked me and I'm happy to be anywhere with you. I want to share every part of your life, Kay."

Kay turned to me and said, "I love you so much. I feel like such a...girl...whenever I'm with you. I'd forgotten how nice that feels." She got close to my ear and whispered, "And I can't wait to see how nice you really feel later tonight. I want to kiss you so bad it's killing me."

"Later, okay. I promise. We won't just kiss, either. I can also promise you that!"

"Ohhh! You are such a bad girl and I like bad girls just so you know," she said. I felt her hand run up and down my arm just one time. The feel of her touch electrified me but it was hands off for now.

We were getting ready to be seated for dinner when we both heard, "Hey, Randall! I didn't think you'd be here at this ball."

We turned around and saw Jared or LT Keating as his name tag said.

I came very close to saying, "Nice to see you again" but managed not to speak.

"Yeah, I just wanted to show my new girlfriend the city. Jared, this is my date, Callie."

He extended his hand and I offered mine. He shook it without squeezing it and said, "You look familiar. Have we met?"

Kay answered for me. "Remember the marathon last month? Well, it turns out that engineer guy has a fraternal twin sister. We talked for a while and I told him I'm gay and he told me his sister was, too. He went to show me a picture and I thought she was gonna be you know, um...a frumpy spinster kind of woman but when I saw it I said, 'Hot damn and hell yeah I'd go out with her!' He gave me her number and we've been dating for several weeks now.

"Oh, okay! I totally see it now. I just couldn't place it. She's definitely not frumpy. I'd say 'hot' but I don't feel like gettin' kicked in the balls so I'll just say, 'It's really nice to meet you, Callie.' And I hope you know you've got just about the most special girl in the world here tonight. Randall and I go back to our plebe year at the Naval Academy and she's good to go."

I smiled and told him it was a pleasure meeting him, too. When he went to find his assigned table, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"I heard that!" Kay said. 

"Was it that obvious?" I said quietly.

"Yep. But I was a little concerned, too. He bought the story. I can tell. Trust me. I know when he's lying and he had no idea."

We had a very lovely dinner where we made small talk with the other couples assigned to our table. I had no idea whether or not any other gay officers were there with same-sex dates until the dancing began. I saw one male couple dancing as well as one other female couple. Things had come a very long way since I was on active duty and homosexuality was grounds for automatic discharge. No one cared a wit that Kay and I were together as a couple or that we danced nearly every slow dance together. Kay even kissed me at the end of each slow song and again, no one looked or commented. It was a very pleasant evening in a very welcoming atmosphere.

At about 9:45pm Kay said she wanted to get pictures taken before the photographer left at 10. There was no line and we were able to get several photos taken in three different poses. Kay paid for them and we were told they'd be ready in about a week.

"You ready to go home yet, baby?" she asked at about 12:30am.

"Sure. Whenever you are," I told her. I took both of her hands in mine and said, "Kay? I had a really, really nice time tonight. I mean it. This was very special. Thank you for asking me to go with you."

There was a look in her eyes I hadn't seen before. "I was gonna wait until we got home but I want to give you something, okay?"

I hadn't noticed this very tiny bulge in one of her pockets before but as she reached into it it was obvious there was something in it.

"Sit down for me okay, sweetie?" she said. 

I sat and Kay produced a small blue box. My heart skipped a beat thinking it might be an engagement ring. I was both excited and scared to death thinking she might be asking me to marry her but I managed not to show it.

She opened the box and inside was a ring but it wasn't a diamond. She took it out and said, "Callie? You make me happier than I've ever been. I was hanging out at gay bars looking for love in all the wrong places. Then you came into my life and turned it upside down and inside out in the best way imaginable. I love you, Callie. This is a friendship ring but I want it to be so much more than just friendship. I guess maybe I'm really old-fashioned in this respect but it's meant as a promise ring. A promise that I love you. A promise that I'll love no one else as long as you love me, and a promise that I want even more at some point down the road. So...will you wear it for me, my love?"

I put my hands over my mouth as I felt myself tearing up. I was caught so off guard and the surprise was so unexpected and so pleasant I thought I might cry. I nodded and tried to speak. I tried to say, "Yes!" but I'm not sure how it came out.

"You can wear it on either hand. Which would you like?" she asked.

"The one wear an engagement ring might go one day," I said in a very choky voice.

Kay slipped it on my left ring finger then kissed me on the lips with people all around. "I love you, Callie," she said softly.

I held up my hand and looked at the beautiful gold ring with my birthstone in it. "I love you, too, honey," I told her. "It's so beautiful. Thank you."

"Do you like it?" Kay asked as though I might not.

I hugged her tight and said, "I love it. I love it so much. This was so very special. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I bought it before I went TAD. I thought about giving it to you before the ball but this just seemed like the right time.

I held it out again and admired it. "It's perfect. Just like you, my beautiful girl," I said.

As Kay let me inside the house, she went back to grab something from the car.

I waited for her and when she came in, she led me straight to the bedroom. She set the wrapped box with the beautiful red ribbon on the bed and said, "Open it."

"Another gift? Kay, you shouldn't have," said as I lifted the lid and pulled back the crinkly white paper. Inside were two rib-knit ballerina sweaters. One was pink and the other a light blue. Kay knew about my sweater fetish, of course, but I'd also told her how much I loved little ballerina sweaters like this once.

"Pink for my sweet baby girl and blue for me."

I sat on the bed and teared up again. "Hey, you okay?" she said as she sat next to me.

I nodded. "Then why are you crying, sweetheart?"

I managed to get control of myself and said, "Because no one and I mean no one, has ever gotten me before." I tried to say something else, but I couldn't. I sat there and cried like...like a girl.

Kay put her arm around me and said, "I get you. And I know what matters to you because I do get you." She turned my face toward her and wiped my tears. "I love you for who you are and because of who you are. Never forget that, okay?"

I put my head on her shoulder and sobbed. I finally stopped and took several deep breaths. "I've dreamed about a relationship like this for years. I fantasized about a woman like you. I just never really thought...."

"Me, either," Kay said as she held me. "I knew I wanted the best of both worlds but I honestly didn't know what that meant until you came into my life. Now I have it."

She lifted up my chin and kissed me and said, "Now I have...you." She kissed me again then said, "Go take care of your makeup, honey, and I'll get ready for bed, okay?"

"Okay," I said quietly. 

"What is it, honey?" she asked with real concern.

"What did I ever do to deserve you? How did I get so lucky to find you?" I said as I began crying again.

"Deserve me? Callie, I'm the lucky one. And we found each other through...serendipity."

That lightened the mood and made me smile. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"I'm counting on it," Kay said with a smile.

A few minutes later I was out of my gown and heels and slipped into the little pink sweater. I told Kay not to peek as I went to the dresser and slipped on a pink strapless bra to avoid having my hideous-looking breast forms in her beautiful face.

"Okay," I said once it was in place.

"Oh, my God! Get your pretty ass to bed right fucking now, young lady!" she said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward her.

Kay looked so beautiful in her own tiny ballerina sweater and nothing else. She pushed me onto the bed and got on top of me and began kissing me hungrily. "I've wanted you so bad for the last two weeks I thought I'd go crazy!"

After going down on me and offering her pussy to my mouth she turned back around and said, "I've been on the pill since our first date. Do you want to cum inside me?"

I moaned with pleasure and said, "God yes!"

Kay slid down onto my very hard cock and moaned. She sat up and began bouncing. Her perky little tits bounced right along with her. I was overwhelmed again with her beauty and with her love and told her so. "You are so amazingly beautiful, Kay. I love looking at you and especially like this."

I could tell she was getting close as she began closing her eyes and biting her tongue. "I love looking at you, too, Callie. You're so...fucking gorgeous." Her voice rose on the last word. She pushed down hard and took me all the way to the hilt. As she began to cum, she used her hand and fingers to intensify the orgasm. "Oh...fuck!" she whimpered. "Fuck me! Cum in my fucking pussy! Oh, God I love you!"

I couldn't hold off another second. I felt hot cum shooting from my body and into my lover's pussy. After a half dozen very long, very hard pumps, Kay and I were both finished and she collapsed on top of me with me still inside her.

She was purring and murmuring softly. "Oh, Jesus," she said. "Jesus Christ almighty that was amazing!"

I held her close and said, "Thank you again for the most special night of my life, sweetheart."




Serendipity



For those who dream of the chance encounter, this work of fantasy is for you. Enjoy it alone or with that special someone.

*****

The many times he was inches from her, his blood raced at thoughts of pleasing her. A small, quiet girl in the front office, Linda kept to herself, mostly. At times she would trade comments with the back shop, but usually just absorbed the rough humor that some thought funny. Sometimes she would be stressed, and he wanted to take her in his arms and comfort her, but was afraid of doing something that would upset her further.

At one point, she began to have problems at home, resolving them by finding other living arrangements. Throughout he ordeal, Jake was his usual supportive self and kept her spirits up and comforted her at every opportunity. Not yet known to Linda, it also kept something of his 'up', too.

She wasn't quite five foot tall, with a soft body that Jake found very hot. She always dressed comfortably, jeans and nice shirts. Her pants readily showed her small, tight butt, and a gentle swell at her belly. Jake guessed at her breast size, probably a full B-cup, not too large or small. Her short hair and round face was always smiling in a pixyish grin. If it wasn't, Jake did his best to get her to smile, and usually did.

One day, when they were by themselves in the shop office, Jake said something to her, out of nowhere. He was looking directly into her soft brown eyes when he said, "I could fall in love with you."

Linda didn't hesitate in responding, "Could you, really?"

Jake's heart fluttered and he answered, "Sure could." And went back to work in back. His mind raced with possibilities. He had been inches from her sweet mouth, and resisted the impulse to give Linda a soft kiss. Her smile had melted his mind. What he wouldn't give to show this wonderful person the pleasure she deserved.

Days passed, and he held the picture of her little body in his mind. He tried to imagine what she would like him to do, to please her. He imagined her coming back in the shop and wrapping her arm around his waist, holding him close for a few moments. He pictured her turning to face him and offering her partly opened mouth for a soft kiss.

His mind could taste her sweetness, feel the soft tongue exploring his mouth, as he returned the kiss. Jake's hand would cradle her head and hold their lips together as they kissed hot. Her soft hair tangled in his fingers.

She would break the tender kiss and whisper, "I'll see you later." And slowly walk towards the front. Had Linda dropped her hand slightly, she would have discovered the large bulge in Jake's jeans. It had grown to full erection during the hot exchange of tongues.

Jake was possessed of a substantial penis. It measured a full eight inches in length, and almost one and a half inches wide. Some girls he had been with actually complained that it was too big! He hoped that Linda would not find it so, should the opportunity ever arise.

What Jake wanted most, was to taste her. He was extremely fond of 'kissing on kitty'. His pleasure derived from the release he could provide a girl with his talented tongue. Many times he would cum, just from the response of the owner of the vulva he was kissing on. He had learned early on in his sex life that most females prefer to 'get off' first, as most partners would jump on and cum, then roll off leaving the girl "high and dry". Jake enjoyed seeing a girl satisfied, regardless of whether or not he was able to enter her body with his penis.

He also knew from experience, that if he should cum while 'dining', the next release would be prolonged for him. He would not have to rush in before he ejaculated again. Despite his years, he was still able to regain an erection quickly, and sustain it as long as his partner needed it. 

He continued to dream of Linda's sexy little body. Especially when she wore the pants that accentuated her mound, the ones that pulled up tightly to reveal the crevice of her vulva. He pictured the soft labia yielding to his tongue, spreading to allow the inner labia to blossom and unfold like a soft pink bloom. The thought of her nectar coating the tender flesh and making her clitoris glisten with her moisture excited him greatly.

Oh, yes! He would gladly share love with this pretty little girl, if only she would let him. 

One week, it finally happened.

Linda told Jake that he had to come in on Saturday, to finish a job for a customer. Jake showed up at the shop early on Saturday to find only Linda there. He started to get out his tools, when Linda came in the shop. She had on tight fitting jeans, and a smart sweater top that ended just above her pants. Jake glimpsed flashes of her soft belly as the talked. Linda moved right next to him, and touched his arm.

"Can you help me up in the office for a minute, Jake?" She asked.

"Sure!" He replied, and followed her to the front. 

She led him to the large office and pushed the door closed after they entered. Jake was about to ask what she wanted when she approached and pulled his face towards hers. Linda kissed him hot, and he responded with his own tongue. Her hands roamed across his belly and down his thigh to find the growing bulge there. She took one of his hands and placed it near her mound. "Can you help me with this?" She asked, pressing her vulva against his palm.

"Hmmm, Jake! ... And this is what I want you to help me with!". She gave the massive organ a squeeze and stepped back a little. She unbuttoned her sweater top and freed her aching breasts. She wore no bra to cover or hide her sweet charms. Her tiny nipples were erect and her face and neck flushed with desire. 

Jake bent to take her stiffened nipples in his mouth, and rolled them with his tongue as his fingers sought out the zipper of her jeans. Linda pulled in her belly and helped loosen the tight denim garment. Jake slid the jeans down her pale thighs, exposing her thin black panties. High cut, they covered little more than her puffy mound, which, Jake observed was damp with nectar. 

He inhaled deeply, filling his senses with the heavy musk of her aroused sex. It was heavenly. A thick, rich scent, pungent and sweet at the same time, he kissed her mound through the thin cloth. Linda moaned softly and gently pulled his mouth tighter to her kitty. Jake couldn't wait to taste her juices.

He rolled her panties down to reveal a light brown patch of fur over her swollen vulva. Her fluids were literally dripping from the cleft between the soft outer labia. At the first touch of his tongue's tip, the folds parted and Linda's inner labia did bloom as he had hoped. A beautiful flower with the erect bud glistening at the top of the rose colored crease. It was Jake's turn to moan softly as he savored the flavor of Linda's treasure box.

"Hmmm, Linda you taste so good!" He sighed while returning to his feast of her nectar. Her hips thrust into his face as he stimulated her clitoris with the flat of his tongue. "I could kiss on this all day!" He exclaimed when he came away for a breath.

"Oh .... God .... Ohmigod ... N .. Noooo!! ..I ..I'mmmm ...cummmmmmingggg!" Linda cried out as her belly contracted and flushed her vagina with her girl-cum. The thick fluid ran from her body and down her thighs, covering Jake's face as well. He drank from her sweet fountain hungrily, making her body shake intensely. Her balance suffered and she fell back into the oversized leather chair near the desk.

Not certain if she would accept it, Jake offered his mouth to kiss her. She hesitated at knowing where he had just been, but was curious enough to try. She tasted herself on his lips, finding it interesting if not exhilarating. Greedily she thrust her tongue deep into Jake's mouth and kissed him hot. Her fingers soon found his shirt buttons and started to undress him.

Jake stood before her and finished removing his shirt and T-shirt. Linda marveled at the number of his tattoos covering his arms and back. He kicked off his boots and unbuckled his jeans, but when he reached for the zipper, Linda put her hand on his.

"Let me?" She asked.

Jake removed his hand and let Linda open her 'present'. She lowered the zipper and peeled down the heavy cloth. It was obvious that Jake wore no underwear, as his belly appeared immediately. Expecting thick hair, Linda was surprised by the thin, trimmed fur above his penis. When the engorged flesh was freed from its confines and bounced up to slap against Jake's belly she was even more shocked to find no hair at all on the sides and bottom of his penis. His testicles were also shaved smooth, which intrigued Linda.

"I ... I've never seen one shaved!" She exclaimed as she examined the throbbing flesh. A full eight inches long, the crown a deep purple and the large veins accentuated by the fact that there was no obstructing fur.

"My God!!" She gasped. "That thing is huge! I .. I don't know if it will even go in me!" She looked down at her small vulva as she spoke. She tried to wrap her small fingers around it and couldn't! A large drop of clear pre-cum oozed from the tiny hole in the tip to which she lowered her mouth and took it with her tongue. Slowly, she placed her lips around the crown and laved it with her tongue. Not daring more than a couple of inches, she gently sucked on the upper end and pushed the foreskin back with her teeth.

Jake moaned as she did this, wanting to give her more of it, but not wanting to make her choke, he held back. His gentle touch on her shoulders and neck made her more at ease, gradually she managed to get about half of the penis in her mouth. As Jake felt the heat rising in his groin he pulled her gently away, suggesting that he take care of her, now.

"Here, Linda. Let me sit there." He told her. She rose from the soft chair and changed places with him. He sat low in the chair with his butt resting on the edge. Linda needed no instructions and straddled his thighs with her short legs. Jake held his penis upright as she brought her vulva over it. She held the puffy flesh apart while she lowered herself. She gasped as the crown split her vagina and slowly expanded her opening.

"It ...It's so hot! ... So big! ... Ohhhh, Jake!" She moaned as she slid her tight kitty over the ridge under the crown. She paused and took in more, the pulled up before sliding further. Slowly letting her body adjust to his size, she continued her up and down movements until her belly rested on his. Breathing hard and remaining motionless, the realisation that she had all of him inside her mad he quiver.

"Ohmigod! .... It ..It's in me! ... Sooo full!! ... Ahhh, Jaaake!" She groaned.

"You are so tight, Linda!" He exclaimed. "And so hot! .. I can feel your heartbeat, too!"

Linda rolled her hips experimentally, feeling the tip of Jake's penis rubbing against her cervix. She couldn't remember ever having anything that deep inside her body. Enjoying the fullness and the gentle company, she slowly fucked herself on Jake. He had made her realise that she was in charge, that this was for her enjoyment, more than anything else.

Suddenly she got off, surprising Jake when his penis slapped wetly against his belly. Her vulva was swollen and red, glistening with her juices. She turned quickly and bent over the side of the desk with her legs spread.

"Put it back in, Jake! .. Fill me up! ... Make it cum!" She commanded.

Jake stood and lined up with her pulsing vagina. The recent lubrication allowed for him to impale her in one swift stroke. She gripped the desk with both hands and cried out as hid testicles slapped her clitoris.

"Oh, Yes! ... That's it! .. Now, fuck me, Jake! ... Ohgodpleasssse ....FUCK ME!!" Her words came sharply, with need and desire mixed. She needed to feel the massive penis filling her vagina, she wanted to feel the hot fluids from his body deep inside hers, she wanted to feel loved.

Jake grabbed her by the waist above her hips and started thrusting long and slow. Pulling almost all the way out of Linda's tight, wet vagina before plunging back in. He could see the swollen labia gripping his penis as he withdrew and being pushed inwards as he thrust back. Linda also pushed each time he reinserted his penis, meeting each of his motions with her own.

Neither spoke in the quiet room, all that could be heard was the wet slurping of Linda's vulva and the slap of Jake's belly against her butt. The rhythm grew faster and Linda began to moan as her belly started to tighten up. Jake responded by thrusting faster and harder. He reached around Linda and touched her senitive clitoris and she started to cum hard.

"JAAAAAKKKE! .... Ohmigod!!!! .... Cum ...CCCUUUUMMMMIIIINNNGG!!!!" She screamed as she bucked against his body, holding him deep and tight.

"Oh! ... Damn ... Llinnndaaaaa! .. here ..I ....oshityeah ....CUMMMM!!!" Jake shouted as the fire flew though him and burst forth to fill her vagina. Jets of his hot semen pulsed and washed deep into her tiny body. He filled her belly with his essence to overflowing. The mixture of their fluids ran down their thighs and coated his belly and her butt.

Jake held on to Linda and fell backwards into the chair, driving his penis even deeper into Linda. He grunted and she screamed as another cum wave coursed through her belly. Jake wrapped his arms around Linda's waist and kissed the back of her neck as they regained their breath and their hearts returned to regular beating.

Linda could feel his still erect penis pulsing in her belly as the fluids cooled and ran out of her vulva, soaking the chair. She dismounted and laughed at the puddle they had made, then went to get towels to clean up the mess. Remaining naked, she raced across the hall to get some, and when she returned Jake pulled her to him. Her kitty was dripping his cum and her nectar. The scent was intense as he extended his tongue. Linda stood still in amazement as Jake started to clean her kitty with his mouth. The warmth rebuilt in her belly as his tongue worked into her vagina and scooped out their combined fluids.

Her hips bucked and she came again, giving Jake more of her sweet juice to devour. She had to push away from the intense feelings, then gazed at Jake's semi-rigid penis, also coated with their essence. She knelt between his feet and took his slippery penis in her fingers and slowly licked the glistening liquid from it. Her soft brown eyes were a reflection of the satisfaction she felt, and the desire to please Jake as much as he had pleased her.

"We taste pretty good, together, don't we?" He asked.

"Sure do!" Linda replied, smiling and returning to her task.

They shared love several times that day, agreeing that weekend work wasn't so bad, after all.



Serendipity



Ted and I tied the knot in June 1996 when we exchanged our vows in a small church in the Napa Valley. I was 24 years old and Ted was 25 when he slipped a gold wedding band on my left hand. Blessed with two children, we own a home in an upscale development, one of those tracts where all the houses are built at the same time and almost the same design.

One night in the middle of the week about six months ago, long after the kids were sound asleep, we made love. Sometimes we fucked but this particular night Ted made passionate love to me. It was as though we had blended into one contiguous being with no separation between us, no distinction as individuals. We had one heart, one soul, one identity. Such splendid commingling made me wonder if this was some kind of end, a period. The cessation of what was. Did this mean he had found another woman and this was his way of breaking the news. 

While holding me in his arms, he stroked my breasts, tweaked my nipples, and touched my hair. I loved our intimacy. I adored his knowledge of my body, his grasp of my needs, the pride he showed in bringing me pleasure.   I loved our closeness, the way our faces nearly touched while we lay on this queen-sized mattress nestled in our four-poster bed.

“Amy, would you ever fuck another man for me,” Ted said. 

Had he told me at that moment that he was an alien from the planet Vulpodo and then proved it by pulling back his fake human flesh to show me his real lizard scales, I could not have been more shocked.

“I know it sounds sick, but I get so turned on by the idea of you fucking another man.”

“You are nuts,” I said. Right at that moment the romantic aura enveloping me popped and disappeared much like a soap bubble bursts.  

He didn’t bring the subject up for a long time. Just when I considered it a dead issue, he asked again. This time he argued that fulfilling his fantasy would make our love life that much more intense. 

Without sounding narcissistic, I consider myself attractive. I stand five feet two inches tall, I was a cheer leader in high school and I can still fit into my burgundy cheer leading togs, the ones with the short skirt and the big G on the front of it. Sometimes Ted has me wear it as a prelude to sex. My auburn hair flows nearly to my waist, I have blue eyes. Several people have told me that I resemble Shania Twain. Numerous times during my marriage I have had opportunities to be unfaithful to Ted. Not once have I done so.

Finally I relented. Our sex life was beginning to suffer. Ted was relentless in campaign to get me to fuck another man. He convinced me that the safest way to fulfill his fantasy was via an adult web site. Ted built us a profile on an adult personals site. Our stringent requirements made me wonder if any man out there could meet all our requirements and still perform in front of my husband. 

Ninety-eight percent of the men who inquired were rejected out of hand. Several had merit but did not pan out beyond initial emails. One or two got to the telephone phase. Finally, David contacted us. He lives a one hundred miles north of our home. We emailed, chatted on line and finally talked on the telephone. His voice sounded sexy on the telephone.

We agreed to meet. Not in our home town or in his but equidistance from both places. We agreed to meet in an Executive Inn near the water.

We drove to the hotel the next day, checked into a room on the third floor. Our anticipation, the forecast of sexual bliss turned us on and we fucked in the shower before we dressed and went downstairs to the bar.

I dressed in a pale pink bra designed to accentuate my cleavage and it was doing a fine job of that. Next I slipped into a hot pink thong that stretched along the crack in my ass. Watching me dress, Ted sat naked in a forest green wing back chair and stroked his cock. Barefoot, wearing the bra and thong, I walked over to my husband, dropped to my knees and sucked his cock until he came in my mouth.

I finished dressing and nearly broke into a sweat while wrestling into a pair of tight blue jeans. I then slipped into a white tee shirt two sizes too small. The fabric adhered to my 34D breasts and the denim clutched my firm ass. After stepping into three inch black pumps, brushing my hair and applying pale pink lipstick and just a tad of makeup, I stood with my back to the full length mirror nailed on the front side of the bathroom door. Looking back over my left shoulder I admired my fine, firm ass, the way my long reddish brown hair flowed over my shoulders and then fell like a waterfall to my buttocks. I felt like such a slut and it frightened me somewhat to be enjoying the feeling so much. Until recently I thought Ted would be the only man to enjoy this body. Now, standing in this hotel room, I felt randy and longed to have a new cock in me. Our marriage was transforming before my very eyes. I loved Ted and lusted after David.

Hand in hand we left our comfortable room with its queen-sized bed covered with a lime-green bedspread, a maple dresser with brass handles, a maple table with simple, unadorned lines, the wing back chair with matching ottoman and the all important data port for the businessman needing to stay connected to home and office. Walking at a leisurely pace we moved down a carpeted hallway to the bank of elevators. The hall was free of maid’s carts and not one used room service tray could be seen in front of any of the rooms. We stepped into the elevator for a short ride to the first floor. Brightly colored inserts were mounted in silver frames inside the car. A picture of a juicy steak and a succulent lobster advertised surf and turf on Wednesday nights; another advert showed a young man with closely cropped blond hair and manicured nails dressed in white tails playing a grand piano. The verbiage invited one and all to stop by the lobby on Friday and Saturday evenings to hear Jeremy Hope play such piano favorites as Moon River, the theme from The Apartment, Exodus and Mozart’s Piano Concerto#21. Another advertisement showing a white van speeding down a highway and advised hotel guests that an airport shuttle service was available and just an easy phone call away.  

Arriving on the first floor we followed the signs to the bar. The bar was decorated with hanging nets, scattered shells, an engine telegraph and brass fitting plundered from boats and ships. A long-legged waitress attired in a short blue skirt, a matching blouse, and a Sailor’s neckerchief and Dixie cup headdress served customers at four tables. A bartender dressed like Pop Eye and resembling Walter Matthau, an unhappy Walter Matthau, dispensed drinks from behind the bar. A large window looked out on white plastic tables and chairs arranged on a deck. Beyond the deck we could see boats tied to docks and other boats, mostly sail boats, anchored away from the shore. 

Both of us were as nervous as two shy kids on their first day in a new school. My throat, dry and scratchy, reminded me of my nervousness before my high school salutatorian speech. 

Ted ordered a white wine for me and a Scotch rocks for himself. 

My wine glass was half full--or half empty--if Ted was describing it when David entered the bar. We recognized him from the photographs attached to his emails. Quite handsome, mouth wateringly handsome matter of fact with short black hair specked with a few gray flecks at the temples. A firm jaw made of sharp right angles and vivid blue eyes. He was dressed in a gray silk sports jacket over a pale blue dress shirt open at the collar and showing some dark chest hair, sharply creased gray trousers and black soft glove-like leather loafers, he ambled over to our table. I knew he was 34 years old but he looked to be no more then 30. 

No surprise there. I knew about his looks, his voice, his laugh, his serious side from chatting with him on the computer and talking with him on the phone. If you consider cyber sex and phone sex as intimacy we had already been intimate. I had discovered the joys of cyber and phone fucking with David. Before David and before agreeing to fuck another man in front of my husband, my telephone conversations with Ted were more romantic then sexual or lascivious.

The surprise in meeting David was the good looking man accompanying him. Handsome enough to be a male model, gorgeous enough for someone to say, “Kid you ought to be in pictures.” He appeared to be about the same age as David with the same slender, hard-bodied look about him.

“Amy, Ted, this is my friend Jose.” David said as he shook hands with us.

Jose also shook our hands and smiled through a set of milk white choppers. We asked them to sit down. Sitting in Captain’s chairs at the small round decorated with a conch shell, we made small talk. David sipped a Samuel Adams beer. Jose worked on a Corona after jamming a wedge of lemon in the bottle’s neck, I nursed another white wine and Ted now drank Perrier water poured into a tall glass. 

We learned that Jose was originally from Columbia, that he and David were old Army buddies, and that they both worked for high tech companies in the Silicon Valley.

Ted and I both wondered where tonight was heading.  

Jose excused himself and went to the bathroom or “latrine” as he called it. 

“Guys I am so sorry but while I was checking in at the front desk, Jose walked up and it was like old home week. We haven’t seen each other in years. I am sure he will have to be leaving soon though,” David said.

“Don’t worry about it Dave,” Ted said. “If nothing else it gives us a chance to get to know one another.” 

I was irritated, hell I was pissed. I was pumped for tonight. Horny in other words and prepared to fuck David. 

Jose returned to the table and we continued to drink. While sipping my third wine I started to openly flirt with David and Jose.

Ted leaned over and whispered in my ear. 

“Do you want to fuck them both?”

“Do you have a problem with that?” I asked.

“Hell no,” Ted said.

I kissed him and winked. I didn’t mention to Ted that my pussy was sopping wet and that my thong was drenched.

“Why don’t we go up to the room and order a bottle of something from room service,” Ted suggested.

“Me too?” Jose asked.

“Of course you too,” I said as I patted him on his knee.

“Let’s do it then,” Ted said.

Ted signed our room number on the check and the four of us returned to our room on the third floor.

Ted called room service. Twenty minutes later a waiter in linty black trousers, a short red jacket and black bow tie arrived with a thick, heavy bottle of champagne and four glasses sitting on a red circular tray.

After the waiter departed, I closed the window’s curtains and turned on a floor lamp behind the maple desk and in the corner of the room. My God my pussy was so wet I was afraid that if I looked down I would see a huge damp spot in the crotch of my pants.

Ted sat in the wing back chair; Jose reclined on the bed by resting his body on his elbows. I kissed David. My nervousness was gone. Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it was a case of pre-game jitters evaporating once the ball was in play. 

David reached down, unbuttoned my jeans, I bent forward and he pulled the tee shirt over my head. I stepped out of my heels and started kissing him once more. David stripped out of his clothes and unceremoniously dropped them in a heap near the chair occupied by my husband.

While he undressed, Ted and Jose did the same thing.

Jose went back to the bed and lay down on its left side. David and I continued to kiss as we fell on the bed next to Jose. I moved down between David’s legs and took his large cock into my mouth. I managed to get his entire cock down my throat. I stopped for a second to free my breasts from the bra. While squatting over David with my ass angled toward the ceiling, Jose reached over and started playing with my tits and sticking his fingers in my pussy. 

I glanced over at Ted sitting in his chair stroking his cock. Ted pushed down on my head while I sucked him and he moaned and relaxed his legs.

“Suck my cock baby,” he said.

As I sucked him, I rotated my ass around Jose’s probing fingers. His fingers plying my moist center made a squishy sound and occasionally my intense suctioning caused David’s mouth to pop out of my mouth with a popping sound. It was a noise reminiscent of the sound made earlier when Ted opened the champagne bottle. While continuing to suck David’s cock, I moved my head enough to see Ted furiously stroking his cock. His eyes were laden with lust as he watched his wife suck a stranger’s cock with such passion.

David forced my head down and I felt his cum squirt into my mouth. No it wasn’t actually squirting it made a geyser inside my mouth.

He flipped me over and pushed his cock around the detour made by my thong and straight into my pussy.

I moaned.

Jose squatted over my head and I took most of his cock into my mouth. His cock was a good twelve inches long and five inches in diameter. I had never seen such a huge penis, but I had to admit that prior to marrying Ted only five cocks had visited my pussy.

My pussy’s squishy sound intensified as David fucked me.

I released Jose from my mouth.

“Fuck me honey,” I said before allowing Jose to return his cock to my mouth. Already I could feel myself cuming. 

Just as my orgasm started rolling through my body, Jose came in my mouth. I swallowed most of his cum but some of the pearly white semen seeped from the corner of my mouth and ran down my chin.

I felt like a whore and I loved the feeling. Making love to my husband was wonderful. Now I had discovered the bliss of fucking.

Jose removed his cock from my mouth, stepped over David and me, jumped down off the bed, and walked over to the champagne bottle, took a sip, then dropped to his knees forced Ted’s hands out of the way and started sucking my husband’s cock. Ted looked at Jose with shock and nearly jumped out of the chair to get away from Jose’s cock. Never in his life had a male sucked his cock. Jose’s intense sucking made him re-evaluate his self-imposed prohibition on being sucked off by a male. 

He relaxed, leaned back in his chair, smiled, moaned and gave himself over to Jose’s sucking.

Looking at me being fucked by David, Ted smiled.

“What the hell, if I close my eyes I can pretend it’s you or some blonde bimbo sucking me off,” Ted said.  

Once more Ted became entrenched in me. His cock never seemed to whither. This time he positioned his legs outside my legs. He sucked my nipples, licked my flat tummy and bit my ear lobes.

“Amy, I love your pussy,” David said.

“I have certain affection for that cock of yours also. After five more downward strokes David once more shot his seed into my womb.

Ted came in Jose’s mouth.

David and I were perspiring heavily and I was thirsty. We stopped fucking. I lifted myself off the bed, walked naked into the bathroom, removed the white paper disk from the top of a glass, ran water from the tap into the glass until it was full and then gulped it all down. 

Returning to the bed I flopped down next to David. I felt my pussy. Cum was dripping down my thighs.

“Would all of you boys like to fuck me at the same time,” I said.

Three minutes later I was facing the foot of the bed with Jose under me. His cock was splitting my pussy wide open and I wondered if it would ever be able to shrink back to its normal size pre-Jose size. David stood at the end of the bed fucking my mouth. Ted formed my other book end by ramming his cock into my ass. 

For the next three hours Ted, David and Jose alternated in fucking my various orifices. When Jose inserted his schlong--its width and length made it entirely appropriate to call it by that name--into my ass I cried out with such pain I thought I might pass out and then a wave of indescribable pleasure washed through me. I knew I would never be satisfied with just one session of fucking this man. 

Sometimes one or two of my fuck mates took a breather but I never saw a surcease of at least one cock in one of my holes. I lost count of my total number of orgasms. My holes were full of sperm, my stomach was digesting semen, and my flesh was caked with dried spooge and I wanted more. More fucking, more semen, more orgasms.

Finally at 3 a.m. we all fell asleep in the bed.

At about 3:20 Jose woke me and whispered in my ear.

“Let’s go to my room and fuck.”

Remembering how wonderful his cock felt in my pussy, my ass, my mouth I felt the need to experience it at least once more. I slipped a wrapper around my naked body, he pulled his pants on and I followed him to his room. Fortunately it was only three doors away from our room and there was no guest up and around at this time of morning. I knew I looked a fright with my hair tangled and dried white semen splattered all over me. 

He unlocked the door with the white credit card sized and shaped key issued to us at check-in. By the time we reached his bed we were naked and his mammoth cock was half way into my pussy. I loved this cock and I adored his deft skills in using it.  In no time I was once more coming and he was shooting into me.

Then I went down on him. I was determined to get all of him in my mouth and to give him a blow job he would never forget. He came in my mouth and for a second I had the feeling of drowning as his sperm overflowed my mouth. Where was all this cum coming from, I thought.

Laying flat on our backs, I reached over and masturbated him. He was so big I thought it might be more efficient to use both of my hands at the same time. While jacking his cock, someone pounded on the door to the room. “What the fuck are you doing in there,” said Ted.

That was about the dumbest question I had ever heard. 

Jose got off the bed and answered the door. Ted stepped into the room with a white towel wrapped around his loins.

Here came the outburst of jealousy, the rage of the cuckolded male, the chest beating macho tirade. I could hear him saying, “How could you do this to me, the father of your children” I could hear myself saying, “This was entirely your idea. I might even say something like “What did you expect when you opened this Pandora’s Box.” Yes I would say that.

“If you guys still need to fuck, at least let me watch,’ Ted said.

He walked over to the very same kind of chair we had in our room except it was beige colored. He whipped off the towel, sprawled in the chair with his hairy naked legs widely spread and commenced to masturbate.  

“Okay, I am ready. You can start fucking.” 

Jose looked at me and I looked at him. We shook our heads; he crawled over me, and pushed his cock into my pussy once more.



Serendipity



"Cathy, what the hell does a cute guy like him see in that bony little bitch?"

"What are you talking about? She's bright, well educated, interesting, has a great sense of humor—and a better career than either of us do by a long shot. She's a damn good person...honest...decent to the core."

"She's also skinny, virtually boob-free and not very pretty...she's barely plain."

"She's got a kind of a cute little butt and long legs."

"I won't argue on the legs but she hasn't got a heck of a lot of booty."

"You're being a little harsh and selling her short; could it have anything to do with the fact that she got promoted to Vice-President---and you didn't?"

"I deserved that promotion; I'm senior."

"Loyalty counts for something, Marie. You can't go around undermining the boss and not expect it to come back and bite you. Did you really think all of your bitching and complaining wouldn't get back to Jennifer? The last guy let you get away with your shit because he had the hots for you and you could manipulate him all day with a toss of the hair, a shake of your ass and a bat of your eyelashes."

"Just my luck to get a female Senior Vice-President who doesn't buy my act."

"I think it's great! She's the senior woman in the company and the first department head we've ever seen who knows our jobs---and her own---inside and out. In under a year she has promoted five people inside and brought in a bunch of first class talent from outside. She works her ass off---and the big boys respect her. She's the best boss I've ever had---any of us have ever had. 

"She has put this department on the map. When the 'atta boys' come down, she never takes credit. You had your chance, Marie. Jennifer gave you every opportunity to step up and be her right hand---and you couldn't keep your mouth shut. You're lucky she didn't just fire your ass for gross insubordination."

"Whatever. I don't want to talk about her---I'm talking about Meredith---the string bean. I just don't get what a hunk like that sees in her."

"Who knows, Marie? Maybe she gives fantastic head and takes it in the butt."

"I highly fucking doubt that. She's so mousy! I can't even see them fucking---let alone her doing anything nasty. Did you know she goes to church—and I've never heard her swear."

"Well, Jennifer thinks she walks on water and the President of the whole damn company respects her opinion over damn near anyone else in this building. Even that prick Dave, the Executive VP---who is the most openly paternalistic, sexist, dick-head I've ever met---shuts up and listens when Meredith speaks. As a matter of fact I'd have to say Meredith---and Jennifer---have made dramatic inroads with him. These 'good old boys' evidently have never been around really sharp women executives before. Have you noticed how often Dave comes down here to bounce things off of those two? 

"Look! A little over a year ago we did all of the work and that jerk-off who ran this department took all of the credit. Those two women have put us on the corporate map. At least you're a director---I'm just a manager. I almost peed my pants when Meredith told me that she and Jennifer wanted me to brief the executive committee on my project! Six years here and instead of an anonymous head nod in the cafeteria from the President of this company---he smiles and calls me by name. Shit, the other day he stopped me and introduced me to the founder and CEO---telling him what I did for this company and how damn well I did it! A year ago I was ready to quit; now I love what I'm doing and, for the first time ever, I trust the people I'm working for."

"What's he do for a living, anyway?"

"Who?"

"Meredith's main squeeze."

"He's a writer; his name is Mike."

"Oh, that's lame. Isn't he a little old for her?"

"He's a decade her senior and I said he's a writer---I didn't say, 'impoverished struggling author;' I gather he's quite secure financially. You also don't have to be clairvoyant to know he worships the girl."

"Sure. Whatever."

***

"Jennifer!" Dave, the Executive VP, said, sticking his head almost coyly inside her office door. "Have you got ten minutes?"

"You know I do, Dave. Thanks to Bill Gates my schedule---and yours---is public knowledge. Allowing three minutes for a quick trip to the lady's room I have exactly ten minutes. Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."

***

"What's on your mind?"

"People stuff."

"I'd prefer to have Meredith in on that but she's out of town."

"I promise no firm action until she gets back. Look, short and sweet, I need to dump some more stuff on you but this time the work comes with the bodies to do the work. Roger has made a complete mess of the customer service consolidation. No, that may be harsh; they've got a plan and you've seen it and I think we agree it's a good one. Roger just doesn't seem to be able to get it implemented."

"Please tell me you aren't about to put Roger under my world; he's a really nice guy but after twenty-five years here I don't have time between now and mandatory retirement to fix everything that is wrong with him. He's a bright guy with good vision sense but an ineffective manager."

"No argument there; Roger is moving out of the headquarters. We're going to try a sort of think tank thing for him off-site which hopefully will produce some payback but effective as soon as I can get the pieces to fit---his department is no longer his department---it's yours."

"Dave, I'm not terribly impressed with any of his managers or directors; he has some bright people over there but never seems to promote the right ones. I'm going to need to promote or acquire another VP---Meredith has more than enough on her plate."

"Marie?"

"She hasn't earned it yet. She's very bright but her people skills leave a lot to be desired and while I've seen some improvement she still runs her mouth too much."

"Tony?"

"He's only been a director for a few months; good kid but not ready. Wait! Remember the girl from Dallas who we had up here last month for interviews? Unfortunately all we had to offer her at the time was essentially a lateral which she politely declined. I recall that she actually started in customer service back when she was in college. Linda Evans?"

"Think you can sell her on it? Why am I even asking? I made the mistake when I first came up here of forgetting that you were in sales---at the top of the game---and not just another HQ puke."

"I do recall that you treated me like your secretary for the first few weeks."

"Am I improving under your skillful tutelage?"

"You'll always be a work in progress, Dave, but I've actually come to enjoy our chats and I've retired my voodoo doll."

"That's why my back pain has improved so much?"

"Exactly. What do you think of sending Marie to Dallas? If anyone needs to get away from here and out in the real world it's her."

"Her replacement as director?"

"Cathy."

"Great minds think alike. How long do you need to get Meredith's input?"

"Formality. We discuss career progression almost daily and we're of the same mind. I'll send her a short email as soon as we're done here. Time frame?"

"In the next three days?"

"Let me juggle a couple of things and get in touch with Dallas. I'd at least like to know we have a prospective VP before you lower the boom. Let's touch base at the end of the day."

***

How many nights had Meredith arrived back at this modest Midwestern airport after dark, dragged her Pullman to the pick-up stand for the off-site parking lot and driven alone the forty minutes to her darkened, often freezing cold condo? Generally dinner was whatever she could find in the freezer which could be heated in a microwave. She wanted a dog but her travel schedule and her condo precluded it. Her job was her life. She'd pour a decent glass of wine and check her emails; there would be dozens of them. Generally she'd spend some time working out on her home gym and jogging on her tread mill. She'd read until she dozed off.

Jennifer had entered her life about a year ago; Jennifer had shocked everyone by promoting Meredith to VP over several others who were more senior. Meredith had vowed to herself that she would never give the Senior Vice President any reason to regret her decision.

Jennifer had convinced her to change her hair style which had been terribly dated. She had influenced Meredith's wardrobe which had since become far more fashionable. Most importantly Jennifer had encouraged---no, demanded---that Meredith allow her keen mind and exceptional analytical skills to shine through. She had given her the confidence to stand up for what she believed---what she knew was right. In under a year Meredith had gone from being a bright and competent director whom no one noticed to a highly respected VP to whom people listened. Jennifer deserved much of the credit for her stunning transformation. 

As she looked up and stepped off the bottom of the escalator to baggage claim, standing before her, grinning from ear to ear and grasping a single white rose was the other truly wonderful human being who had changed her life. If Jennifer had carefully mixed the ingredients and baked the cake to perfection, Mike had iced it with tenderness, love and passion...so much passion. Once decidedly dowdy and mousy---hardly sexy or beautiful---it was in this man's arms that she felt like a beautiful princess.

Men did not normally try to pick up Meredith unless it was very late and they were drunk, desperate or some combination of both. She didn't send out signals that said she was exciting in any way. He had not tried to pick her up that day at the book signing at Borders; she had picked him up.

She had fallen in love with him years before she had ever met him---or at least in love with his rich and endearing prose. Meredith didn't collect autographs or go to book signings. She had been sitting in a lonely executive hotel a thousand miles way from home. She had walked the few blocks to the book store to browse and perhaps find something which would help her get to sleep. 

She had seen the placard indicating that his book signing would end in a few minutes. On impulse she'd grabbed a copy of his latest work---even though she already owned it---and approached the small table. She studied him for a minute; he seemed younger than she would have expected, albeit a decade or so her senior. Their eyes met and held; he smiled...warm, safe, inviting...thanks to Jennifer's mentoring, Meredith smiled back without the smile seeming forced, artificial or tentative. 

"Hi!" they both said, simultaneously. As each of them started to speak the other also did so. They laughed about it. He offered his hand; she took it, held it longer than would have been her nature and found his eyes again. They were kind, warm and inviting eyes just like his smile. 

She remembered the fleeting sense of warmth between her legs; it at first embarrassed her. There would have been a time not too many months before when she would have dropped her eyes...turned her head...felt unworthy of this man's gaze. He was certainly sizing her up and for most of her life men quickly lost interest in her slender form and plain features at that point. 

Jennifer had taught her: "Look 'em in the eye, smile and then own the bastards! You're smarter than they are and they know it. Don't beat 'em over the head with it...don't preach or get too excited. Just tell 'em the truth---short and sweet---and stick to your guns. When they ask you what needs to be done---tell 'em and don't waffle."

"I love your work---no, I adore your work. I came here tonight looking for something to help put me to sleep---had no idea you were here."

"Does my stuff put you to sleep, Ms...."

"Meredith...I'm Meredith. Hardly! I can't put your books down...often reread them several times. Never travel with one or I'd never sleep. Oh, my God---I sound like a groupie!" She was blushing.

"Business or pleasure?"

"What? Oh, business...traveling on business."

"I've never had a groupie before, Meredith---it's kind of exciting for a somewhat obscure author of what most people dismiss as meaningless and shallow romance novels."

"Hardly either shallow or meaningless! My God, you are the master of the genre! So much hope, love, need...passion."

"Thank you, Meredith. That means a lot coming from such an attractive young lady. I fear my typical fan---at least based on these dreadful affairs---is neither...young nor attractive."

'Thank you, Jennifer—thank you for giving me a "set",' she thought in retrospect. 'I'll name my first born after you.' He was being nice or mildly flirting. Once she would have let it pass. This time she was going to go for it. She had nothing to lose; if he didn't bite, so be it.

"You're done here, aren't you? Assuming there isn't a missus or whoever somewhere---at home or back at some hotel---would you like to join me for a drink? I don't make a habit of picking up strangers in a book store---hell, never have done anything like this before---but then to me, you're not really a stranger."

He took her hand...the eyes again...the smile...she wanted him as she had never wanted any man. The warmth had become heat...and moistness.

"No 'whoevers' anywhere, Meredith. I'd be delighted to join you for a drink. I know nothing about this city, however---you?"

"Not really; there appeared to be a decent little bar in the hotel I'm staying at. The Hyatt just a couple of blocks..."

"How interesting; I'm staying there too."

"Serendipity? One of your favorite themes as I recall. Shall we go?" Yep. Now she was flirting.

They sat together in the intimate little piano bar for hours. They didn't really talk about each other in specific terms. From her perspective she felt as if they connected on a level which thrilled, excited and even scared her. He was a very handsome man; there were numerous women in the bar who easily put her to shame in terms of curves and allure. More than one had flirted with him. He could have made some excuse. He didn't have to be "stuck" with her. 

He was interested in her---wasn't he? This was more than a writer paying suitable attention to an ardent fan---wasn't it? What in the hell was he thinking? The hour was late. Meredith knew she wanted to see him again but there was another feeling welling up inside her, one she had little experience with. She wanted to fuck him; he excited her as no man ever had.

"Mike, it getting late. I haven't had this much fun in longer than I can remember. I'm not on terribly secure ground here. I'm generally painfully shy around attractive men...men I find attractive. I'd like to see you again."

"I don't find you remotely shy, Meredith. On the contrary, you are one of the most charming and scintillating people---women---I've ever met. I'd very much like to have the opportunity to spend time with you...again."

"Mike, as I look around this bar, I realize that I'm hardly in the league of the other women..."

"Don't do that, Meredith; don't ever sell yourself short."

She laughed softly. "Funny, that's what my boss—who is probably also my best friend---always tells me."

"She's a smart woman also."

It came out before Meredith even realized it. "Do you want to go to bed with me? I mean other than the fact that it's late and..."

"From the very second I looked up and saw you at the bookstore. There isn't a woman in this place that can hold a candle to you."

"I have to warn you...I'm not terribly experienced...you may be disappointed."

"I seriously doubt that; you're selling yourself short again. For the record, I've never done anything like this before---in spite of what you may think from my stories."

"Your place or mine?" They spoke the words simultaneously; they both laughed.

"Where would you be more comfortable, Meredith?"

"Mine, I think."

"Shall we go?"

They ended up in one of the glass external elevators alone. Neither could recall who made the first move but their bodies were pressed together before the door had closed. Their tongues and hands explored. She found his hard cock and stroked it through the fabric. He groaned. His hand found her hot moist mound and she whimpered. They were lucky to get to her room with their clothing intact.

Meredith was not a virgin. She had had a couple of semi-meaningful relationships since graduating from college more than a decade earlier. Looking back they were more intellectual than physical. Certainly sex had been involved but it had been far from steamy or adventurous. 

Lacking self confidence when it came to the opposite sex, Meredith all too often had ended up in dead-end relationships with men who found her interesting but certainly not sexy. She never seriously went after the really good looking or exciting ones, viewing them as out of her league. So she ended up with essentially wimpy guys and ultimately found their insecurities annoying and stifling and moved on.

In all honesty, it had occurred to Meredith that she had never gone to bed with a man who excited her and pushed her buttons. At least if the elevator ride was any indication, this man excited her and the feeling was mutual. She was determined to make up in enthusiasm for what she lacked in experience. It would turn out to the delight of both Mike and Meredith that, in the care of an experienced, nurturing and patient man, her sexuality would blossom to a level that no one could have anticipated.

She could have no idea at that moment as the two of them groped their way down the hall toward her room that this man was completely taken by her---hopelessly smitten and every bit as fearful as she was that he would screw it up and lose her.

Mike had once been married; he had two grown children from that marriage which had ended six years earlier. He had lost his first wife to a cancer which had come on quickly and completed its ravage in a few short months. While the loss had taken its toll, it had been fortunate that the two offspring were in their teens, almost adults, and had dealt with the loss better than could have been expected.

Mike had been very much in love with his college sweetheart; they had enjoyed an almost idyllic life together. While he had certainly not remained celibate after her death, neither had he seriously attempted a relationship that might have had a long term future.

Meredith didn't remotely look like or remind him of his dearly departed. She was probably a bit thin for Mike's taste. He'd always had a weakness for blonds and Meredith had dark brown, almost black hair. As they had gotten to know each other that first evening, it was her intensity and passion that truly captivated him. They might never have gone to that Hyatt bar if he had not seen something---been grabbed by it---when he first looked up and saw her face.

It was in her eyes; there was a fundamental honesty, almost a transparency...what you see is what you get...this is all I have to give you. He sensed that Meredith was incapable of hiding agendas or of playing manipulative games. She was astoundingly bright and insightful. She was very quick; that first evening their exchange had been rapid fire banter often tinged with her dry wit and sense of the ironic.

While Mike may well have noticed on first meeting that Meredith was a relatively plain looking young woman, by the end of the evening---in his eyes---she was anything but. He was completely captivated by her; any physical flaws she may have had became invisible. There was another factor at play in these situations for as Meredith became more and more enamored that first evening, more and more glimpses of the beautiful swan beneath the surface crept into view. 

Meredith was simply at her core kind, gentle, loyal, caring, loving and honest. It was those special attributes that Jennifer had quickly discerned and why she had promoted her. It was those same special qualities that had almost instantly captured the heart and soul of a very special man with the same qualities. It was almost as if some force had kept these two apart until each was ready to accept the other---love and cherish the other---and then thrust them together at just the right instant in time. Serendipity?




Serendipity



Between the bar and the elevator both hearts were beating faster than normal. Each had a sense that there was something special here---that they were meant to do something together. Both were excited and terrified at the same time. Both had made a conscious decision to drop their guards and expose their delicate inner core---their fragile hearts---to each other. Their brains were just addled enough that it was not possible for them to see any future---immediate or long term.

They were naked in seconds; she took first dibs on the facilities. She was barely back in the bedroom when he knelt before her and his stiff tongue parted her folds. He lifted her slim form up and placed her at the edge of the small sofa. His strong hands held her muscled buttocks firmly; fingers caressed her crease. She came almost immediately. He persisted, consuming her secretions as if possessed, whimpering as her musk filled his senses. She came again; the second one snuck up on her and made her scream with pleasure. He kissed her tenderly, his fingers lingering on her slippery slot. He excused himself to pee.

She waited impatiently for him to return from the bathroom; moving to him as he exited, her slim fingers finding his hard cock, her tongue probing his mouth. Her lips trailed down along his muscled body. Sinking to her haunches, she took his cock head in her mouth. 

Meredith had never before felt so deliciously wanton and slutty as her tongue explored his smooth organ. Lifting his heavy sack, she explored beneath, gently nibbling to the root of his fine cock and even allowing her tongue to dart back to his ass hole, rimming him and darting inside. He groaned; his fingers ran through her hair, caressing her neck...gentle fingers touching her ears...his other hand finding her small firm breasts.

Returning to his bulbous cock head, Meredith whimpered as she tasted his salty pre-cum. She would suck this man's cock; she would take his stiff prick deeper than she had ever taken any man. She would give him pleasure as no other ever had done; he would scream her name in bliss and agony. She would make him want her and no other woman...ever.

She sensed his rasping, rapid breathing changing, felt his cock stiffen even more. He was so close...hold him off...thrill him with your mouth and tongue...bring him to the edge and then deny him his release...over and over. He whimpered in a combination of frustration and excruciating pleasure. His toned form broke out in a slippery sweat which accentuated his enticing maleness. A fine, strong, handsome man with a fat hard cock. It was her cock now; she could never allow another woman to have it. 

She allowed a single closely trimmed finger to slip back there...exploring and then retreating. Recovering her own slippery secretions from her dripping little cunt, she inserted just the tip...then withdrew...then back in again...then fucking his tight little rectum with her well lubed finger...all the way in now...searching for his special spot...finding it...he gasped. It was time to finish the deed.

She was literally fucking his big cock with her mouth taking it to the back of her throat and holding it there, breathing out through her nose...her hot breath enticing him...exciting him beyond belief...thrilling him as no woman had ever done before. He'd earned his release; she had earned her reward. Withdrawing until only his fat cock head remained in her mouth, it took little more than a swirl of her tongue and he came...screaming her name as she had planned...hoped.

She swallowed his sticky load quickly, continuing her measured sucking, reveling in how wonderful his slimy tool felt in her mouth as his salty essence slid down her throat to her tight little belly. She continued to softly, languorously move his still hard organ inside her hot little mouth, delighted to discover more in there...another boiling hot spurt hit her tongue. She groaned and whimpered, sucking him dry, leaving nothing inside his hard nuts. He deflated slightly, but her continued oral efforts quickly reversed the trend and he was soon bone hard and ready to fuck her.

He was impatient. He wanted---needed---to be inside her. Pulling her to her feet, he positioned his hard cock at her entrance, dragging the head along her slippery slot...tantalizing her as the round knob grazed her turgid button. The angle was wrong...they both knew it at the same second. She wantonly turned, leaning her elbows against the wall and thrusting her tight buttocks back toward him. She was presenting herself to him as a fertile animal might do in the wild. Her hand reached back as if to guide him; he needed no such assistance. Grabbing her firm hips in his strong hands and pulling her tight little ass toward him, he entered her quickly pulling her slim body onto his magnificent cock.

The angle was sheer perfection; she was certain no man had ever been that deep inside her before...filled her so perfectly...so completely. Oh, fuck! It was so damn good...better than anything she could have ever imagined. She rotated her strong young hips in concert with his thrusts. He took her deeply...pausing, then just the fat cock head inside her...teasing. His arms went around her...his fingers found her hard nipples. She grabbed his hand...sucked his fingers deep inside her mouth...positioned them where she wanted them inside her blood engorged folds. 'Fuck me with your cock...fuck me with your fingers. That's right...there!' She came with a shiver...and then again...and again. He was playing her body like a fine instrument...finding all of her special places...pushing every button...even ones she had not realized existed.

She was certain that her body had no more orgasms inside for the present. She needed him to finish, now...fuck her hard...bang her...own her...mark her...cum inside her.

"Cum for me, baby...fuck me...hard...deep...slam into me...ride this little body...bone this little bitch!"

He did not disappoint; his pace accelerated and his strong thighs slammed into her tight little rear with abandon. She felt him stiffen...the pace was blindingly fast...slamming into her...making her his woman. He screamed her name, held himself at her very depths, caressed her form with his hands and mouth...whispering her name over and over.

He wrapped her in his strong arms and carried her to the large bed; kicking the covers back he deposited her on the cool cotton. She stretched to her full length like a cat awakening from a warm nap on a sunlit window sill. She smiled up at him...he was grinning...looking at her as if contemplating a priceless work of art. And then he was with her, pulling the covers over their slick bodies, enveloping her in his strong arms. She felt his warm breath on her neck and shoulder. He whispered her name over and over...kissing her gently, leaving no part of her face unattended.

From Meredith's perspective, it was the most sublimely satisfying sexual experience of her thirty-five years. Her self-doubt crept in...what was he thinking? Had she been an adequate lover?

"That was beyond amazing...you are amazing...how did I get so lucky?"

He had said those words---not her. She, of course had thought them. For just a second, she felt quite proud of herself. 

"Thank you, Mike---for the wonderfully sweet words and for what was for me...beyond..." 

She buried her head in his shoulder and wept softly. He held her even tighter...pulled her even closer. Her soft lips explored his neck and face; she moved on top of him, her furry mound perfectly centered on his softened cock. Their hands roamed; occasionally they would break and just stare at each other...looking for some sign...the logic of two well-grounded people battling with the sheer amazement and joy.

She moved her hips slowly back and forth, lightly grazing his cock with her soft muff; it had exactly the effect she had hoped for. He was again hard...quite amazingly hard. Squatting over his proud organ, she centered it and slowly lowered herself onto his fuck tool, grinning lewdly as she did so.

Her playfulness took over as she reached back and stroked his fat balls. She was an athletic young woman; her strong thighs could continue like this for a very long time. She had never felt nor acted this wanton, this openly erotic...she wanted to own this cock now and forever...allow no other woman to have it ever...make it and him hers. 

Without warning he rolled her over on her back...his lips explored...his fingers inside her. She raised her strong thighs to her chest...presenting again...offering her tight little pussy without hesitation...pushing her sex up toward him...service me...take me again...make me yours...mark me as your mate...now...forever. Another hard, deep, wanton fuck would be just perfect, she mused. What he had in mind was even more so. Mike wanted to make love to Meredith...she understood...in a very real sense, he would be her first...the first time any man had ever really made love to her.

They were joined, then...irrevocably, undeniably; neither fully understood it that night. Neither could accept that impossible, insane reality---that it was to be forever. Events which followed, the exchange of the three little words, their growing affection and respect for each other---simply the last carefully placed ornaments on a Christmas tree, for the die was cast...the deed was done...they were one and would always be that way as long as they existed.

Hours later they snuggled together, both in awe at what had transpired between them.

"Where do you call home, Mike?" Meredith inquired as they lay together in the early morning darkness.

"Technically, Atlanta. I have a house there---it's on the market. I've no ties there; it's a relic of my former corporate America career."

Mike gave her a brief history, told her of his children and his departed loved one.

"You worked in corporate America? That's what I do."

"Where?"

"Columbus, Ohio."

"The only thing I know about that city is that is the capital and home to The Ohio State University."

"I'm not from there; I moved there for a job. Southern California by way of Wisconsin."

"Do you like it---your job, I mean?"

"More so lately---much more. I'm hitting that point when I feel as if I'm actually accomplishing something; my boss of the last year or so has a lot to do with it. Where are you going from here...back to Atlanta?"

"Hardly! Several more weeks on the book tour. Evidently it's working---not to mention the fact that the current book is really pretty good and folks not into the genre are giving it a look. You?"

"Back to Columbus after an all day meeting tomorrow---or today."

"I didn't hate the business world; I wasn't bad at it---just not very committed. Thanks to stock options and such...life insurance... it gave me a modicum of financial security---and the nerve to try this writing thing full time. Actually a lot of my earlier stuff---published under a pseudonym--- continues to pay royalties. It wasn't very good but it was steamy to say the least and I could rock out another volume in a weekend."

"Where do you want to live?"

"There are lots of places I don't want to live but I'm not there yet on the other count. Amazingly I've gotten some inquiries from several respected universities who want me to come be their "writer in residence". I've always been attracted to teaching and it would help force me to keep my nose to the grindstone writing-wise."

"You have a doctorate?"

"A Masters in English and some course work beyond but I never had the time, inclination or discipline to do a dissertation. Now I'm learning that as a published author with a couple of books that have received a degree of critical---and commercial---success I don't need to write a dissertation; my published work is in essence my graduate paper."

"You're hard."

"Pardon me?"

"That magnificent cock of yours is hard again; I want it inside me."

"Insatiable wench!"

"Shut up and fuck me."

Mike flipped Meredith over on her front and concentrated on her pert little butt. His lips and tongue lingered there...sliding inside her sweat soaked crease...finding her tight little muscles...surrounding it...venturing inside with his tongue as his fingers caressed her female entrance. 'If he wants me there...I'm his...I can deny him nothing,' she thought. She stretched out to her full length; he straddled her hips and his hard cock found her slot...he was teasing her...his strong form fell on top of her holding her inescapably in its grasp. His lips caressed her neck...his hips moved as if having a mind of their own. She felt so delightfully and completely possessed.

He sat up and began to thrust inside her with intensity...a finger, well moistened there...inside now...fucking her ass with his finger as he fucked her cunt with his fat cock. Another finger...not unpleasant...was he preparing her...opening her up for his fat cock head?

"Yes, if you want me there...no experience...afraid...don't hurt me...yours if you want..."

He hesitated as if contemplating his next action. His mouth was there again...so dirty...so delightfully nasty...so wonderfully erotic. His mouth left her to her initial disappointment...his bulbous cock head was there now...testing...probing...seeking entrance. She relaxed completely. He was inside...a tinge of discomfort but it passed quickly...slowly advancing on her bowels...her mind drifted back to a conversation she had overheard once in the company cafeteria...every man wants to take you there...own you there...cum inside you there...once he does he is yours...he will not be able to resist you...will always come back to you...come back for your hot, tight nasty little ass.

So full...filling her as nothing ever had...she would hold him inside her...capture his proud cock...never let him forget how delicious her ass was. He was gentle, whispering to her adoringly, kissing her...rolling her over now...taking her ass from the front...watching her eyes...kissing her mouth...loving her...making love to her as her fingers slid toward her other hole...her button...perfect combination. 

The orgasm snuck up on her completely. She screamed out...he came and she felt the hot splash on her once virgin walls. Her orgasm simply would not stop...it rocked her to the very core almost causing her to black out...she had had no idea what it would be like...the intensity...the fullness...how much it excited her man...her man...he was hers now...wasn't he?

A couple of hours later as dawn broke Meredith lay tightly snuggled in Mike's strong arms. She loved his smell...his taste...his touch...his cock. She never wanted to leave the bed they were in together. He took her again one last time before returning to his own room; he made love to her again as no one ever had and she feared no one ever would again.

***

They exchanged schedules, email addresses and cell phone numbers over an early breakfast. He had a plane to catch; she had an all day meeting to lead which was likely to be brutal. She had never in her life felt so completely, perfectly and satisfyingly fucked. His eyes said it had been more...his eyes said he was hers...please don't let those eyes be lying to me she mused.

Over the ensuing couple weeks they exchanged emails and often chatted on the phone. At the beginning of the third week Meredith made a minor change in her travel arrangements in order to meet Mike for a single night in another executive hotel. They took room service and stayed naked for over a dozen hours. From her perspective she couldn't imagine that the sex could be better the second time; she was delighted to be incorrect in her assumption. She didn't know where their relationship was going but she knew she needed his body like an addict needs a fix.

She had thought he was in Chicago and had even considered flying the short distance to spend the weekend with him but the weather forecast was very bad. When she came off the escalator into baggage claim one Friday evening, he was standing there grinning at her and holding a single white rose.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Chicago?"

"Chicago is shut down by a freak lake effect blizzard. The signings have been postponed. I just got in my rental car and five hours later---here I am. Can I crash on your couch?"

"Not a chance, big boy; you know exactly where you and that damn cock of yours are going to be and sleeping is not going to have anything to do with it. Oh, my! You have unleashed a monster! I can't believe I just said something that slutty it public!"

"You're not going to hear me complaining. Hey, have you eaten yet?"

"No, and in spite of this bony bod I do eat and I'm hungry. There are a couple of decent places at the next exit up and then some in Dublin that aren't half bad."

"Well, according to this awful rag that passes for your local newspaper, there is a new Whole Foods in town. Is it out of the way?"

"Not at all---on the way home. I need to warn you that I am a resident member of 'culinary challenged anonymous'. I live on frozen food."

"Well, I don't and with all of this road time I'm tired of restaurants. I happen to be a pretty damn good cook. What do you like?"

"Anything and everything as long as it doesn't crawl around the plate."

Arm-in-arm strolling the aisles of Whole Foods felt so normal; she prayed that she didn't run into anyone from work. Why? Mike was devilishly handsome, charming and, when it came to her, very attentive. The two of them were grinning, joking, having fun. She snuck a glance around. There were certainly other women shopping that evening who were more attractive than she was. She was pretty sure none of the men could hold a candle to the one who had...picked her? Had he picked her? Who could be sure but one thing that was for sure was that at the moment he seemed to have eyes only for her.

"You are so damn cute!" he said, out of the blue; he had been just staring at her for...how long?

"Hardly---sorry---thank you...you don't look so bad yourself."

It was worse or better depending on your perspective than she could have imagined. They ran into her boss, her boss' boss and the friggin' President. Jennifer and her handsome husband were easy; she genuinely liked her boss and her spouse. Jennifer beamed like a proud parent, whispering conspiratorially to her mate as they moved out of ear shot.

"He's cute! Don't you think?"

"I try to avoid noticing if other men are cute, hon, but Meredith looks fantastic...love does that."

"Tell me about it. I'm not exactly Miss America material."

"The hell, you say! You're the most beautiful woman on this earth!"

"Thank God love clouds a man's judgment."

Then came the Executive VP, the ever sexist Dave whose wife was not only short and fat but looked her age. It also appeared that she had a large ring firmly implanted in Dave's nose. Men and dick size, Meredith mused. Show up in a food market with a good looking guy and suddenly your stock goes up with the big boys. 

And then they ended up in the same checkout line as the company president whose wife was a major sweetheart and whose two young children were absolutely precious. Meredith introduced Mike and mentioned in passing that he was a writer.

"Not the Mike Mathews---'Maryanne's First Kiss'?" Gushed the COO of her Fortune Fifty corporation.

"I'm honored to meet one of the few people who read it. It was my favorite and in my opinion better than anything I've ever done but it never took off commercially. Thank you from the bottom of my heart; that one still makes me cry."

"Same here, Mike. I'm truly the honored one. Take good care of this lady....she's very special."

"That she is."

"Well, that was interesting!" Meredith commented as they put the groceries in the back of her SUV. "Nothing like laying your personal life right out there for senior management."




Serendipity



"Are you ashamed of me?"

"Not remotely!"

They spent the weekend together---their first. The sex from Meredith's perspective just got better; he knew all of her buttons now and pressed them in perfect sequence. On Sunday they took a drive around the area straying out into the surrounding farm land after an extended and delightfully nasty round of anal play and straight up butt sex in the shower. Meredith felt so deliciously wanton and uninhibited with Mike. It was all she could do to keep from blurting out something entirely inappropriate and lascivious in public.

"Do you like dogs---big dogs?" Mike inquired.

"Yes on both counts."

"I just laid my baby of fourteen years to rest; it was her time---maybe a few months too long...hard to make the decision. I want another---two---but with fenced land for them."

"Lots of land out here," Meredith commented.

It was getting harder for both of them when Monday morning came around. He was off to spend another two weeks on the book tour. It was just not her nature to push things...maybe scare him away? She need not have worried as she discovered two weeks later as she again came down that same escalator on a Friday evening. He was there with that single white rose...and something more...so much more.

"Someone has to take the ball and run with it here, sweet Meredith." He whispered as she folded into his arms and body as if she belonged no where else. He was about to tell her that...you belong here and no where else...with no other man but me...now and forever.

"I love you! Someone had to shout it during daylight! We've nibbled around the edges but it's time! I love you. I sure as hell hope I haven't completely misread this but I love you like I could never have dreamed of loving any woman. I have so many words I want to say but...here...give me your hand...your left hand. There...right there. Marry me...don't over think this....just say yes. Please, dear God...just say yes!"

"Yes!" She said, almost a sob as her tears of joy drenched his shoulder. "This can't be happening...no girl can be this lucky...not Meredith...oh, my!"

"We'll argue over lucky if and when we have time. Come on! There's still at least an hour of sunlight!"

He drove her not more than fifteen minutes from where she worked and hardly ten from her condo. It was just a piece of land, trees to one side...a field of corn on another.

"Right here, I'm thinking. The builders tell me they can get it done by fall---all we need to do is tell them exactly what it is supposed to look like."

"How many bedrooms?"

"Enough for a family...our family...our babies...together?"

"Puppies, too?"

"Oh, hell, yes!"

"It's so beautifully isolated yet convenient. It is isolated---isn't it? I mean...no one can see us here...can they?"

"Not from what I've been able to tell; I drove around and that's pretty much how I decided on this spot. What did you have in mind, my dirty little girl?"

"That's a new term of endearment from you---I like it! Your dirty little girl wants some cock...your cock...right now...right here. I think there's an old bed spread in the back of my SUV...go get it, spread it on the ground and fuck me! I'm sure hoping that once the proposal is made, the sex doesn't taper off. You've unleashed a monster, my dear friend. I intend to be damn sure you never have second thoughts about your decision."

The spread was laid out and quickly the two of them where exploring each other in earnest.

"Oops! I almost forgot. It is that time of the month---which means I'm not pregnant---yet---but I intend to be at the first possible opportunity. Mike, we can be completely open---can't we? No hints, no subterfuge...you'll always tell me when you want me... want to fuck me...how you want to---and the same goes for me?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Good. Sex at this time of the month can be very messy and there will be a time---assuming you aren't grossed out---that I'll want you to fuck me the regular way but right now..."

"You were the first, Meredith."

"Say again?"

"You ass...it was the first time for me."

"Well, same here, big guy! I'm going to be very disappointed if you become so addicted to my back door that you fail to service my other...but right now, this bony little girl needs her bony little ass fucked...any problem?"

"You ass is hardly bony; it's absolutely stunning...perfect...fantastic...inside and outside."

"Right answer! I'm even prepared this time." Meredith retrieved a small bottle of clear liquid from her purse. "I love the way you make love to me, baby...like no man ever has...ever could. I had no idea until you came into my life that I was such a sexual creature. It's a side of me that I denied and suppressed. I feel like I've missed so much---now I have to make up for lost time."

"You know I love you, Meredith; I remember the last time we were together. I sat up for almost an hour just watching you sleep. I am such a lucky man."

"Are there a lot of bugs out here? I notice that the grass has been mowed."

"Huh? Preparation to start building. The contractor sprayed the area yesterday---something that repels the biters but is safe enough for his workers."

"Snakes?"

"Not their preferred habitat."

"Get naked." Meredith exclaimed, doing the same herself. "Care to do the honors?" She said, handing him the bottle, and bending from the waist in front of him.

"Oh, hell, yes!" Mike replied, attacking the duty with enthusiasm.

"Okay, that's enough! I'm a runner, Mike---and I'm pretty fast. Here are the rules: you chase me---if you catch me you wrestle me to the ground and take me---take my ass! A little role play. I'm just a poor little country girl and the evil man is chasing me...he's going to rape me...fuck me up the ass. I really want him to but I can't let on...wouldn't be ladylike."

Meredith didn't run as fast as she could have; Mike caught her within fifty yards. Pushing her down into the soft cool grass he straddled her pert little butt just as he had done that night in the past. This time, however, he made no pretense of attending to her fine young cunt. He was balls deep in her well-lubed little chute with few preliminaries. Meredith had intended to protest as part of the role play but soon gave up as her man's hard, fat cock impaled her and thrilled her. She was absolutely sure that this man was now hers and would never want or need another. 

As they walked the short distance back to the SUV she felt his warm juice seeping from her ass. How nasty, she thought to herself...how deliciously and delightfully nasty. Years earlier it had occurred to her that sex might be overrated; how wrong she had been.

***

"Meredith, do you want to do the honors with Marie? I'm not sure how she is going to take it. It's no better than a lateral and she will have to relocate. She needs to understand that this is not an offer---it's an assignment and if she chooses to pass on it there is no job here for her. I'm tired of her shit and she needs to get out in the trenches and get some real world exposure. If she turns it down, I owe Dallas another body to replace the one I'm taking."

"I'll handle it."

"You should handle Cathy's promotion too; I just want to be there to beam with pride from the sidelines. I would expect that Dave will want to be there and quite probably the COO and CEO so check their calendars and make sure their admins get the heads up."

"I sure as hell am glad that Linda is coming up. I know her; she's top drawer but frankly this horse is getting too damn big, Jennifer---and we both know it. Hell, two-thirds of the people in the headquarters building report to you; span of control is getting to be a bitch!"

"I agree, hon; I've addressed the issue upstairs but currently I'm just getting blank stares. I'm meeting with Dave this morning to beat on him some more. The ring is absolutely gorgeous. Have you set a date?"

"We haven't even gotten to wedding planning. Mike's finishing up the book tour. His house in Atlanta has sold and he's moving his stuff into storage up here—and moving in with me until the house is done."

"I'm very proud of you, girl---he's a neat guy. Looks like it's time to go do the Marie thing and I hear Dave's plodding foot fall coming down the hall."

***

Dave, before we get to your agenda..."

"I know. You've trained me well. We need to address your ever enlarging plate."

"Exactly."

"I have never worked with anyone like you, Jennifer. Most people at your level are trying to gobble up resources and build their empires. You're not like that at all. You're all about what works and what's best for the company and your people---I salute you."

"Coming from you, Dave, that means a lot. Thank you."

"So, we've touched on the natural functional division of your responsibilities. Which side of it is the most self-sustaining---best talent and best leadership?"

"Meredith's side. Linda is going to need to come up to speed and that will take a few months. Frankly, Meredith doesn't need me looking over her shoulder; while she may not have the tenure to be a senior VP, she has great instincts and amazing people skills."

"So, if I slid Meredith's org chart over directly under me---there's little chance I could screw it up?"

"You know the business, Dave, and you have superb analytical skills. If you can mentor her the way I know you are capable of, it will be a good marriage. You'll learn a few things from her along the way. You need to be thinking in terms of promoting her again within the year; she can handle it."

"Okay, between you, me and the fence post, there are too many little silo mentality fiefdoms in this building. I propose we annihilate all of them. Everything in this building is going to report to one of two people---you or me. The old man sees the wisdom...of two Executive Vice-Presidents. Congratulations---but keep it under your hat; the big guy wants to do it officially and personally by the end of the week. How's that sound?"

"I look forward to collaborating with you, Dave---it sounds like fun!"

"Oh, hell, Jennifer, I expect to be reporting to you down the road. Damn, it's a shame you are already taken! You are a hell of a woman---and a hell of an executive."

***

"Marie, there isn't an option here; there isn't a job for you here if you turn this offer down. It's a good offer; you'll learn a lot down there---and if you can keep your head screwed on, make a major contribution."

"You don't really like me, do you, Meredith?"

"Like has nothing to do with it. You are indiscrete; you foment dissent. You can't keep your mouth shut. You are high maintenance and have poorly developed people skills. If it was my choice, I'd have fired you long ago. You've tried to undermine me---just the way you tried to undermine Jennifer when she first got here. She thinks you deserve another chance; I'm not so sure."

"I guess I deserved that; thank you for another chance. On another note, congratulations on your engagement...I didn't know you were even dating anyone...seriously. How did...ah... you two meet?"

"What I think you mean, Marie, is how did the 'string bean' who is 'barely plain' and lacks sufficient tits and ass for your lofty standards get a gorgeous and successful man to propose? Basically I picked him up in a hotel one night and invited him back to my room to fuck me...and I fucked him better than any other woman ever had or ever will. It's simple, Marie...Cathy was right. I give amazing head...and love it in the ass. Any questions?"

"How did you know...?"

"As I said, Marie, you have a big mouth and are indiscrete. We're done here; don't let the door hit your fat butt on the way out."

Cathy was completely taken by surprise a hour or so later when the world descended on her, to include the CEO and founder and she was promoted to director. Jennifer beamed on the sidelines. No one in the company mentored and developed their people the way Jennifer did---and everyone in the room knew it. In a little over a year she had taken a dysfunctional organization of bright but poorly-led people and turned it into the shining star of the corporation. 

She was unprepared when the President asked her to come to the front of the room. She was absolutely speechless when he introduced her as the corporation's newest executive vice-president. She had had no idea it would happen so quickly. As always her words were short and sweet as she gave credit to her team. Later she and Meredith chatted in her office.

"You can handle Dave, babe---any doubts?"

"Nope. You taught me how...you've taught me so much...I owe you so much."

"Thank you, Meredith, but as I'm always telling you..."

"Don't sell myself short?"

"Right on! One more quick lesson in delegating---particularly delegating up. You've taken more than your share of the travel responsibility in the past---because you didn't have a life so it didn't matter. Now you do have a life and you need to get off the road so much. You've met Dave's wife; bluntly he'd love to have an excuse to get the ring out of his nose now and again. He won't volunteer because he wouldn't feel that it was his place. Don't abuse the poor man but he'll jump at the chance to do a little traveling again.

"One more thing; my husband was in the military. He taught me this one. Job one every day is training your replacement---and ensuring that everyone on down the line is doing the same thing. There are times that the field executives will grouse if a VP or above doesn't come out to kiss their feet so just tell it like it is. Every one of your directors is a future VP and every one of them needs to learn how to wrestle with those pricks. Meredith, you are taking over an organization bigger than the one I started with when I came up here; until you get your team working the way you need it to---particularly the new people---you need to be here more than you need to be out in the field. Where's Mike?"

"He's coming back in tonight; the last stops on the book tour."

"I don't have to tell you to be there at the bottom of that escalator, do I?"

"Not on your life."

"Then get out of here, go home and freshen up and go greet your man, the new professor, babe...okay?"

***

Mike looked up as he hit the bottom step of the escalator to baggage claim. Standing a few feet in front of him was the most gorgeous creature on earth, clasping a single white rose and grinning from ear to ear. His girl...soon to be his wife...the mother of his unborn children. He was a very lucky man...serendipity.

Edited by crazysoundguy and Techsan.



Serendipity



It's Monday morning and David enters the train, annoyed that the mechanic has not finished the repairs to his Beemer and for another week he will have to use mass transit to get to his office in the City. He could have taken it to a less in demand mechanic, but he did not trust his baby, a 2006 Z4 M Roadster, to any but the best available. Unfortunately, the secret was out on Lars and his expert handling of all things BMW, so the queue was always incredibly long, service appointments needing to be made months in advance. Of course, that meant if you had an emergency repair need and you had to have Lars, you had to wait. So here he was for the second week, joining the huddled masses on their daily trek into the City.

He easily finds a seat, as he has caught the train at one of the earliest stops, knowing that it will be full to overflowing after the next few stops. He opens his briefcase, taking out the morning paper picked up from his stoop as he left the house and loses himself in the events of the day.  He's engrossed in the paper and pays little attention as the train makes its routine stops picking up and letting off fellow passengers. His is near to the last stop, so he knows he has awhile before he has to listen for his station to be called. 

He's engrossed in the sports section when of a sudden a new and luscious smell wafts past and assaults his senses. He looks up quickly, hoping to catch a look at the woman wearing that incredible scent. He doesn't have a clue as to the perfume's name, but he knows what he would call it – Pure Fucking Sin! God, he hopes she looks as good as she smells!

He looks at the people sitting and standing to the front of him; other business men, college age kids, some less desirables obviously using the train to find a short respite from their 24/7 exposure to the elements, but no one who could possibly be the creature who has, with her intoxicating scent alone, completely captured his attention. He turns to look to the rear and spots her. She's pushing through the second set of doors, heading into the next car. He feels his breath catch as he takes in her glorious fall of thick, glossy dark auburn hair. It falls sleek and straight down to the middle of her back. Jesus, who cares what her face looks like! He'd just love to close his eyes and feel that glorious hair sweeping across his chest, over his incredibly sensitive nipples, and down across his firm, hard abs and belly. God, just the thought had the blood pooling in his groin. David couldn't believe that just her scent, which was now just a delicious memory, and the sight of her glorious red hair could get him so hard, so fast. He felt just then like a schoolboy sneaking peaks at his first girlie magazine, not the mature man of 27 that he is. 

As she moves further into the train car he recognizes, even from the back, that the fur-trimmed raincoat she wears carries a designer label. That fact, along with her Louis Vuitton handbag, tells him that this is a woman of some means. Even without these outer trappings, her impeccable carriage, the grace and ease with which she moves is a testament to her lofty status. What the hell is she doing on the train? 

Seeing that she is not going to turn towards him and reveal to him the gorgeous looks she must possess based on all the double takes from the instantly besotted men in the next car, David decides that he must follow her. He must get closer to her, must be allowed to breath in her scent, see the stunning features that he has conjured in his mind. Maybe even get close enough to surreptitiously steal a light caress of her gloriously thick mane of glossy red hair. God, just the thought has his burgeoning cock twitching inside his Italian cut trousers. 

He reaches for his briefcase, ready to begin his quest, when the train begins to slow for the next stop. As it has now reached one of its three financial district stops, his being the next, a multitude of passengers in the now fully occupied train cars stand, collecting their coats, briefcases and assorted paraphernalia preparing to disembark. Shit, he has lost sight of her in the throng! Finally, the disembarking passengers have exited, the aisles are clear, and......FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! She's gone! Through the window of his train car, David quickly scans the crowd heading to the stairs and escalator as the train begins to pull away from this station but cannot find her in the crowd. FUCK! Dejectedly he sits down to await his stop and head to the office in a now decidedly peevish mood.

.............................................

Tuesday morning dawns bright and sunny, the clouds of yesterday having all blown away. David heads to the transit station in a much better frame of mind. The skies are clear, the sun is shining and he's on a mission. The day's newspaper is in his briefcase, where it will stay until he reaches his office. Today he plans to be ever vigilant, ever watchful, hoping desperately for the reappearance of his fantasy woman from yesterday. He hadn't been able to get her out of his mind all damn day and had spent the evening imagining a myriad of naughty, nasty, kinky scenarios that his fantasy woman would be eager to play out with him. He felt himself becoming aroused again remembering them and the mind-blowing orgasm they had brought him to. 

She just had to be on the train again! He had to get a look at her form and features, had to see if she even came close to his erotic imaginings of her. 

David reaches the station and enters the waiting train car. Again there are many available seats, but he has no intention of sitting, no intention of taking any action that might hamper his quest. He finds a likely spot and reaches up to grasp the overhead rail as the train begins to move out of the station. Even though, based on the timing of yesterday's appearance, he determines that it should be several more stops before the object of his obsession appears, David feels his heartbeat quicken and a flush of anticipation spread through his eager body. 

Several stops later David's vigilance pays off as he notices heads craning in the next car, stretching and straining to get a glimpse of something, someone in the car next to theirs. It must be her! He can't believe that anyone or anything else would cause such a stir. With purpose David begins to move through the semi-congested train car, heading ever closer to where he is certain the object of his developing obsession awaits him.  He finally enters the car, knowing she is here by the looks on the faces of the men in the car, besotted, enamored and those of the women, annoyed and envious. David eagerly waits for the recently boarded passengers to take a seat and clear the aisle so that he can finally, finally see her.

The passengers settle, and, MY GOD, there she is, just a few yards in front of him. Her back is turned towards him, but the view from the back is fucking AMAZING. She's not wearing a coat today, and her glorious body is fully, incredibly revealed to him in the lusciously cock-teasing outfit she is wearing.

With every intention of seeing her face today, David decides to first fully steep his senses in the backside view before him. He closes his eyes for a moment before he looks down and smiles in gratification and lusty pleasure as he sees that she is wearing a glorious pair of supple, black leather pumps with 4" needle thin heels and thin little ankle straps. So fucking sexy! As his gaze moves up, he can't contain his gasp of pleasure as he takes in the longest, sexiest pair of legs he has ever fucking seen, made sexier still by the incredible black silk, fully-fashioned, Cuban heeled, raised seam stockings that they're encased in. His burgeoning cock twitches as he traces with his eyes the path of those glorious raised seams running oh so straight up those luscious legs to disappear under the hem of her incredibly thin, incredibly tight pencil skirt. Oooooh, it's black.... Italian made.... luxurious crepe wool and is so tight it fits her like a second skin, revealing every glorious curve of her hips and ass. Oh, God, and what curves! She's tall - FUCK, she must be over six feet in those shoes! - and slender, but has the most incredible, womanly fucking curves – mmmmm, the height of Nicole Kidman with the curves of Marilyn Monroe, fuuuuucckkkkk!!!!!!!! Gorgeously curved hips and the highest, roundest, tightest cock-teasing ass David has ever, ever seen! Jesus, he could cum just watching her strut before him in those sexy fucking shoes, that amazingly tight pencil skirt, hips swaying, ass wiggling. And the thought of licking up the backs of those mile-long legs, licking his tongue up that incredibly straight raised seam, seeing it glisten with his saliva - FUCK, his cock jerks again at the thought! 

Continuing his upward perusal he notes with delight the crisp white custom-tailored blouse and at her waist is the sexiest 4" black patent-leather belt, tightly cinching her incredibly small waist, which serves to further accentuate her lusciously rounded hips and ass. Damn, this is one cock-teasing bitch!

David's gaze takes in her somewhat broad, but totally feminine, shoulders as she stands straight and proud, ass sticking out round and high. He knows, he just knows that this is one incredibly haughty, high-class bitch, someone's pampered princess, and wonders again, what the fuck is she doing on the train!

Further up he notes that her glorious mane of deep, rich auburn hair is pulled back and up into a ponytail, starting high at the crown of her head, sweeping down to a jaunty little flip at the end resting in the middle of her back. Once again, David can't help but imagine that glorious hair trailing over his body. Imagines her taking the end of that sexy fucking ponytail and using it to tease and torment his incredibly sensitive, even now, erect nipples. Ooooh, he shudders at the thought of the delicious sensations.

Wanting to tease himself just a little longer before moving to confirm that the front view is as delicious as the back, David slowly retraces his path downward from the glorious red hair to the tips of those catch me, fuck me pumps, salivating again over every delectable feature. 

Finally, fully and completely aroused, cock incredibly hard and twitching like a stallion straining to mount a mare in heat tethered before him, David prepares to move to the front of her, to finally saturate his lust filled senses with the complete picture of her.

He takes one tentative step toward her then stops abruptly. As if sensing the heat emanating from him, sensing his incredibly intense, penetrating gaze, she begins to turn.......

MY GOD! She is, in a word, stunning! A perfect oval shaped face, with incredible, perfectly proportioned features emphasized by impeccably done, subtle yet dramatic makeup. Wickedly arched brows frame sparkling, hypnotic, almond shaped green eyes, emphasized by a warm honey brown shadow and deeper, darker matching eyeliner. Her incredibly long, thick eyelashes are beautifully curled and layered with glorious black mascara. High cheekbones accented with just a hint of blush. In the center of that perfect oval sits a sophisticated, aristocratic nose, just made to look down on the peons in her midst. And her mouth! Oh, God, she has the most luscious, thick, full cock-teasing lips, covered in gorgeous fire engine red lipstick! Further emphasized by the slickest, wettest, drippingest sheer gloss. Mmmmm, delicious!

David notes the large but tasteful princess cut diamond stud earrings on the lobes of her perfectly placed ears, further speaking to this glorious creature's wealth and status. He spies the matching diamond drop pendant peeking between the V-shaped opening of her crisp white custom tailored blouse, with its stiff, starched man-tailored collar, a modest three buttons left undone. Open just enough to give a hint of the incredible cleavage created by the French lace balcony bra David just knows she's wearing under that conservatively but sexily tailored blouse, a row of small white pearl buttons straining to contain the bounty held beneath. MY GOD, what a luscious pair of tits! High, round, D cup breasts jutting against that tightly fitted blouse. 

As he gazes, transfixed by the sight, her incredible nipples harden, pushing against the seemingly modest blouse, obscenely delineated for all to see. Where some women would hunch their shoulders and pluck at their blouse to try to hide this titillating sight, not so this haughty beauty. No, completely attuned to her body and knowing the effect on the male assemblage she throws her shoulders back, making her centerfold breasts jut unbelievably further up and out. MY GOD, she's magnificent!!!

David's heartbeat quickens, and he feels his own incredibly sensitive nipples harden in response. He cannot resist sneaking one hand inside his suit jacket to lightly graze then more forcefully twist and tweak and torment one lucky nipple, imagining that it is her slender fingers with the long, sharp fire engine red nails doing the teasing. Oooooh, he better stop before he cums in his trousers, right here in the train car filled with morning passengers. 

Finally tearing his eyes from those incredibly erotically distended nipples, he continues his lustful appraisal.

At the front of that sexy 4" black patent leather belt is an amazingly large square silver buckle. The belt so tightly cinched around her tiny waist, further emphasizing her gorgeous hourglass figure.

Again David marvels at that incredibly tight black pencil skirt. Fuck – it's no wonder she's standing. He doesn't know how she manages to walk, let alone sit in that sinful creation. Jesus, is there a man alive who doesn't get a raging hard-on at the site of a sexy bitch in a skintight pencil skirt???

Her curvaceous hips are so clearly defined in that tight ass skirt, molding every inch, down over her flat abdomen, covering the treasure between her thighs that he would just love to worship for hours and hours and hours with his lips and teeth and tongue, right through that incredible skirt and the nasty, naughty, kinky black nylon panties he imagines her wearing. Oh, God, he wants to worship her pussy!

From the hem of the skirt, which ends just below her knees, he continues his downward gaze, down those incredibly long, toned, gorgeously sexy legs. His cock twitches as he remembers the sight of those glorious raised seams running so straight up the back of those mile long legs. 

His gaze finally reaches those beautiful black leather shoes, admiring the sexy little ankle strap and wickedly pointed toes. Perfect compliments to the needle thin 4" heels.  Ooooh, he could just imagine her in a pair of 6" skyscraper high stiletto heeled fuck me pumps. Strutting that sexy stuck up ass in front of him. Teasing and teasing and teasing him endlessly as he strokes his thick, hard, tumescent 9" cock while rubbing and pinching and pulling on his incredibly sensitive, furiously aroused nipples. Fuck, he soooo loves to be teased, and he just knows that this sexy, haughty, nasty bitch would be an expert at it.

Looking at her he realizes that with just a few minor changes to her makeup and wardrobe she would be the living creation of his ultimate fantasy. A total 50's pin-up-girl, walking wet dream, fetish fuck fantasy. FUUUUUCCCK! He nearly cums in his pants just thinking about her dressed that way!

Controlling himself, he begins the journey back up her luscious body, reveling in each delicious detail, until he reaches her face and realizes that she's watching him. He watches as her eyes move down his body, down to the front of his trousers where the proof of his desperate desire is clearly evident and painfully straining against his fly.  David holds his breath as her eyes begin to move upward. What will he see? Will she be appreciative of his impressive manhood? Will she give him a sign, a signal that she's interested in something more than cock teasing on a train?

Their eyes meet. He feels an almost electric connection, and watches as she simply raises one wickedly arched brow, gives the barest hint of a smile, and then turns her back to him. Before David has a chance to absorb the crushing rejection, he realizes that she's viciously arching her back, sticking that gloriously rounded ass further up and towards him. God, it was not a rejection at all, just a way to tease him further. Oooooh, this nasty bitch is just asking for it and he's just the big-dicked motherfucker to give it to her.

He moves forward, coming to stand directly behind her. Close enough to smell her glorious scent, to run a light caress down that gorgeous hair. Just then the train begins to pull into the next station, the stopping motion causing her to sway back slightly, bringing that sexy round pencil-skirted ass right against his huge, swollen cock. Fuuuccckkkk!!!! Instead of politely moving backwards, David pushes forward. Pushing his huge cock against the crack of her ass. Letting her feel fully what she's done to him and what he's prepared to give to her. 

He can't believe it when he feels her ass start to rub up and down against his cock. Jesus Christ! Right here on the train for anyone to see! Ooooh, he was right about her. She is one nasty, naughty, kinky bitch!

He moves his left hand to the front of her skirt. Sliding it down to rest just above her pubis. Pushing her gorgeous ass tighter against his massively swollen cock, uncaring of who might see, totally focused on the feel of her ass undulating against him. She removes her right hand from the overhead rail, and then David feels her long, viciously sharp nails scoring the outside of his thigh through his trousers, moving up along his hip to slip her hand into his front pocket. Fuck! He feels those nails teasing the side of his cock. OH GOD! He's going to cum any minute now!

As the train comes to a complete stop and passengers begin to leave their seats to exit the train, David and his nasty bitch become separated. He moves to the side, hoping that these pricks will hurry out of the train so he can get back to his naughty public sex play.

Finally the last few passengers are heading out and David turns to renew his ass fuck ministrations, and, she's gone! NOT AGAIN!!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!!

He reaches into his pocket to surreptitiously rub his swollen, throbbing cock and feels something that was not there earlier. He pulls it out and finds that it is a business card. Made of the finest card stock, on one side a gold leaf border with a large filigreed V in the middle. On the other side the message "Be at the corner of Pine and Vallejo this evening 6:00 p.m. SHARP!"

................................................... 

It's 6:00 p.m. and as he's been instructed, David is standing on the corner of Pine and Vallejo. Waiting, wondering what the night has in store for him. His cock has been hard all day long, remembering the all too brief moments pushing and rubbing against that incredible cock-teasing bitch's round, taught pencil-skirted ass on the train. God, he'd never done anything quite that kinky before, and realized that he desperately wanted to do it again! Desperately wanted to put on a show like that again, only longer, nastier and kinkier. 

As he stands there, reveling in his wicked exhibition fantasy, a long black stretch limousine pulls to the curb beside him. The back tinted window rolls down far enough for him to hear an incredibly sexy, sultry, husky voice bid him to get in. He's surprised upon entering at how dark the interior is. So dark that he can only make out the shape of his mystery woman sitting in the middle of the long bench seat facing the driver's seat. He knows it's her, however, by the incredibly decadent, amazingly sexual scent that initially captured his attention. Before he can sit beside her she directs him to the seat opposite her. The limo is so long that there is a good five feet between them now. Shit! Why does she have him sitting so far away???




Serendipity



Suddenly the overhead mood lights come on and David finally sees what's been concealed from him.

OH MY GOD! Gone is the somewhat modestly sexy woman from the train and in her place is an overt, complete fetish fuck fantasy!!!!

Her gorgeous auburn hair has been released from the sexy ponytail and is now cascading around her shoulders and down her back in beautiful, soft 50's pin up style curls. Her daytime makeup has been replaced with deep dark colors emphasizing those hypnotic green eyes. Oh, God, she's also wearing incredibly long, thick black mascara'd false eyelashes. They must be at least 2" long and are beautifully curled so that when she closes her eyes for a brief moment they lie like twin fans against those high, chiseled cheekbones. The cock-teasing fire-engine-red lipstick of the morning has been added to. Now applied so incredibly thickly and lusciously on those perfect lips. Again covered in the slickest, wettest, drippingest gloss. Suggesting something else that he would love to see dripping from those cock-teasing lips.

Gone is the white tailored blouse from the morning and in its place is an incredibly tight off the shoulder, red ribbed knit sweater. Jesus, her incredible high, firm breasts are so defined in that tight, tight sweater. And her nipples! Ooooh, again poking and protruding so hard against that soft material. The front of the sweater is done up with sexy square white buttons, opened just far enough to see a peak of a beautiful black French lace strapless balcony bra, and at her waist again is an incredible 4" black patent leather belt with a 5" square black buckle. She is again wearing his fantasy black pencil skirt, but this one has a wicked slit all the way up one side; starting at the hem, which rides just above her knees as she sits on the bench seat, going all the fucking way up to her gloriously curved hip. She's sitting with one silk stocking covered leg crossed over the other and he can see through the slit in her skirt the nasty, kinky, black leather, eight-strapped garter belt she's wearing. His cock takes a vicious jerk at the sight. Continuing his downward gaze he takes in the beautiful, incredibly expensive, black silk, fully fashioned Cuban-heeled raised seam stockings covering those deliciously long, toned legs. Finally, finally his gaze reaches the end and, OH GOD YES!!! She's wearing the most incredible black leather, 6.5" skyscraper high, needle thin stiletto heeled shoes! Fuck! They look incredibly wicked, with amazingly pointed toes and the skinniest, tallest heels David has ever, ever seen. As she turns her foot just so, he can now see that the heels are of vicious looking silver. Oh, fuck me!!!

David finally tears his eyes from those wicked, wicked shoes and looks up to see a wide, knowing smile on the gorgeous face before him.

"What's your name?" she asks in that sexy, husky voice.

"David" he replies.

"Well, David, I'm Mistress Victoria, and I'm in need of a new playmate. Do you like to play, David?" she asks.

"Oh, yes!" David replies eagerly.

"Yes, what, David?" she asks somewhat sternly.

Quickly understanding, David answers somewhat meekly, "Yes, Mistress Victoria."

Oh, God, he is fucking loving this!

Her wicked smile widens with the knowledge that he fully understands and appears to share in her naughty, kinky pleasures.

She asks him if there are any limitations, and he answers, "No, Mistress. Anything you want to do to me, please do."

Obviously this was the answer she was looking for, as she picks up the receiver of the car phone resting in the center seat console and says, "home, Antonio."

Glancing through the darkly tinted window, David sees that they have been driving in the ritzy Pacific Heights neighborhood and are now pulling into the drive of one of its huge hillside mansions. Oh, yes, he knew this was one rich bitch!

The limousine stops and when the driver opens her door she looks at David and says in that cock-teasing Kathleen Turner voice, "follow me, David."

He watches her swing those gloriously long, silk covered legs out the car door and sees for the first time the young, thickly muscled, swarthy complexioned chauffer waiting to assist her from the car. He takes her by the hand and gently pulls her through the door whereupon she purrs, "mmmm, thank you, Antonio." David watches as an undecipherable look passes between them. He's not sure what it means, but he sees upon exiting that the young stud is sporting a massive bulge behind the fly of his uniform trousers.

David follows Victoria inside her opulently decorated mansion. He notes with appreciation Persian carpets lying on the darkly stained hardwood floors, original works of art and exceptional antique furnishings. The foyer is illuminated with an incredible sparkling crystal chandelier and he sees through the doorway to his right that the formal living room has a complete wall of windows, which showcases an incredible view of the city lights below.

He continues to follow her up a massive, grand staircase. Marveling at how well she walks in those fetish shoes and how arousingly seductive her hips sway and her gorgeous pencil-skirted ass wiggles as she glides up the stairs. Fuck, he so wants to feel that ass against his swollen cock again!

His attention is caught by a sudden sparkle coming from her left hand trailing lightly across the highly polished banister. For the first time he notices the huge, square cut diamond ring she wears. Jesus, it must be at least four perfect carats! Suddenly, beginning to feel a little unsure, David begins "your husband...."

"Is away on business" she quickly interjects. "Don't worry, David, we have hours and hours and hours of uninterrupted play time ahead of us." She turns and gives him a wickedly suggestive wink, then adds, "that is, if you're sure you want it to be uninterrupted."

Oh, fuck, what does she mean by that?

They finally reach her bedroom suite and again David takes in with appreciation the gloriously opulent, sensually decadent furnishings. Silks and satins and furs seem to drape every surface. Her incredible scent permeates the room. He's somewhat surprised and disappointed to see that the room only contains one mirror over the dressing table. Not what he would have expected from this fetish fuck queen.

She moves to a door at the far end of the room, and thinking it is a mere closet, David stops in the middle of the room, standing near her huge four-poster bed. She opens the door reaching inside to flip a light switch, then turns to crook her finger and motion for him to continue to follow her through the door. 

He steps in behind her and can't contain his gasp of shocked surprise. OH MY GOD! It is a fully furnished fetish fuck chamber!!!!

His gaze flits around the room taking in all the incredible, erotic, perverted furnishings and implements. On one side of the room is a raised dais containing a huge round bed covered in a sexy mink spread. The mirror above guaranteed to reflect every fucking perverted detail. Nearby, hanging from the ceiling, is a swing, with strategically placed straps for legs and arms. Numerous floor-to-ceiling mirrors are placed all over the room. Oh, God, his cock swells even further at the sight.  

Briefly glancing at other incredibly nasty, kinky fetish furnishings scattered about the room, David's attention is caught by a nearby table and the incredible articles lying upon it. OH FUCK! He feels a shiver of excitement and a bit of trepidation as he gazes at the incredible pieces. Silver cock rings, nipple clamps, leather strops, leather collars attached to silver linked leashes, strap on dildos, wrist and ankle restraints, blindfolds and more. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

He watches as she approaches the table and selects a diamond studded leather choker and places it around her neck, loving the way her raised arms lift and accentuate her gorgeous hard-nippled tits. She then selects a pair of opera length, gleaming black leather gloves and slowly and sensuously slides them up her arms. 

Moving to stand in front of the mirror several yards in front of him, she stands with those cock-teasing 6.5" stiletto heel shoed feet slightly apart, leather covered hands on hips, and tells him in an incredibly sexy, incredibly haughty tone, "Now, pussyboy, I want you to strip, butt...fuck...naked!"

Eagerly he begins to comply as she turns to the mirror once more allowing him to view her incredibly round, high pencil-skirted ass, those fucking sexy fully fashioned, Cuban heeled, raised seamed stockings and the wicked, wicked gleaming 6.5" needle thin silver heeled fetish fuck shoes. Watching as, replicating her action on the train, she viciously arches her back, thrusting that gorgeous ass incredibly further up and out. Oh, fuck, yes!

Seeing in the mirror that he is now completely butt...fuck...naked, she turns and returns the favor of running her eyes over his form and features. He's gratified to see her smile with appreciation at the sight of his muscular athletic body and sees it widen further as she focuses on his incredibly thick, 9" hugely swollen cock. He can't resist giving a little thrust of his hips, thrusting his obscenely large cock towards her. 

She moves towards him, coming to within inches of him and says, "Now, pussyboy, you are only allowed to speak when spoken to. Do you understand!"?

"Yes, Mistress Victoria" he replies.

"And you're only allowed to touch me or yourself as, and when, instructed. Do you understand, pussyboy?!"

"Yes, Mistress Victoria."

"Mmmmm, I do believe that you're going to be the best pussyboy ever!" she purrs.

When she turns her back to him once more, he expects that she is going to move away, but gasps in pleasure and surprise when she moves backwards and nestles that gloriously rounded ass against his swollen, throbbing cock. She raises one leather covered arm and wraps it around the back of his neck, using it to anchor herself to him and assist her in viciously arching her back which pushes her ass incredibly tighter against him. 

Watching them in the mirror, seeing and feeling this incredible fully clothed fetish fuck fantasy woman sensuously rub her delectable ass against his raging hard-on, being butt...fuck...naked before her, David thinks he can't possibly get more excited, when she turns her head and quickly darts her hot, pink pointed tongue around the whorls of his ear. OH. MY. GOD! Her hot breath and wet tongue are driving him fucking insane!

David's body gives a vicious jerk and incredible wracking shudder when she begins to whisper in his ear the dirtiest, kinkiest, nastiest suggestions that he has ever fucking heard. Telling him that she's going to make him lick the heels of her shoes, slowly, deliciously before moving up her legs to lick, up and up and up her incredibly long legs, up that oh so straight raised seam then move up and bury his face in her pencil-skirted ass. Licking up the crack of her ass, the seam of her nasty, naughty kinky black nylon streetwalker panties so clearly visible through that fucking tight pencil skirt. 

When she whispers in his hear that she's going to have her 18 year old, gorgeous latina maid, dressed in the kinkiest, naughtiest school girl outfit – short plaid skirt, cropped white top, matching plaid tie, white knee socks and wicked, 6" platform mary janes – wearing little girl pigtails, come into the room, kneel behind him and lick and rim him asshole while he cock rapes her pencil-skirted ass, David can't control himself any longer. Her roughly grasps her hips, pulls her ass tighter against him, thrusting furiously against her until he spews all over her fucking pencil skirt. Cumming and cumming and cumming harder and longer than he's ever cum before. 

She steps away from him and he shudders again at the sight of his hot, white, sticky spunk dripping from the back of her skirt. Struggling to bring his breathing under control he is alarmed to see her head to the door leading to her bedroom. As she reaches the door she turns to him and says, "Oh, I think someone broke the rules." He shudders as he sees her gaze at the fetish loaded table before looking at him with the wickedest smile yet and tells him before exiting through the doorway, "Prepare yourself, pussyboy. The night has just begun." 

............



Serendipity



Jade stood under the overhang of what had once been the patio to the restaurant. It was snowing as it usually did on Valentine's Day, and she looked out at the empty parking lot. The empty building behind stood silent and ghostly. It had once contained one of the best Italian restaurants in town. The rumor was that the owners were drug dealers and had fled town after a bad deal. Jade was not concerned about the reasons for the closure; she was worried more about who she was waiting for and whether that person would arrive. She shivered a bit as a gust of wind blew across the emptiness of the lot.

Jade was a practical woman and thus wore jeans and a sweater. It was a cold evening and the wind blew directly on her bare neck. She pulled the hood of the white ski jacket up around her, wishing she had not left her mitts and scarf in the car. Thinking about it now, she wasn't as practical as she thought she was. He had affected her in so many ways. Her fingers tingled with the cold, but she could feel the cold clamminess of her palms.

She was beyond nervous now and luckily, she hadn't eaten anything all day. If she had, she probably would have thrown it up. Her stomach was full of butterflies and she was not going to calm down until one of two things happened: either he was going to show up, or he wasn't.

Jade's heart stopped for a second as a black BMW Z4 Roadster pulled into the parking lot. Unless someone was lost, there was no reason for anyone but him to pull into this parking lot. She remembered clearly the type of car he had driven last year and began to reminisce about the smell of the leather seats. When he got out of the car, the events of a year ago flashed before her eyes.

***

Jade was moving through her house in a frantic rush to get ready. She was one of the lucky ones; she had a loving boyfriend who was meeting her at the high-class Italian restaurant in the city. 

She was wearing a pair of sexy black bikini briefs the hugged her round butt perfectly, and the front had a sexy pattern of lace. She had on thigh high stockings with an edge of black ribbon. Her bra matched her panties but wasn't nearly as sexy. Her breasts were more than a handful, so the straps had to be thick and the sexy lace was stretched to hold them. Her pale white skin created a sharp contrast. 

Jade had the most gorgeous red hair -- the type that glowed in the sunshine. It was wavy, shoulder length, and at the moment, it was styled perfectly with a red clip that had a row of roses along the edge. She had spent almost an hour making sure it was perfect since normally she just left it down around her shoulders or put it in a ponytail.

She rushed into her bedroom and picked up the dress that was hanging on her closet door. It was an expensive dress, but well worth it. It was a deep red, almost matching her hair color. The hem reached her knees, but there was a slit along the back. The dress hugged her torso and then flared out as it reached her breasts and showed her cleavage with a very low-cut neckline. She had to be careful that her black bra would not show. She knew that the dress was daring, but she was wearing it for her boyfriend. Normally she was very reserved and hated wearing revealing outfits.

She reached to zip up her dress, and then smiled at herself in the mirror. She looked stunning, considering she was short and had large breasts. Jade hated that she wasn't even five feet tall. She was the shortest woman at work and in her small group of friends. She also hated how big her breasts were. They were too large for her body type and caused her backaches and stretch marks. She hated that even though she was barely twenty, her breasts looked much older and worn.

The distinctive sound of her phone ringing pulled her from her thoughts. The Rihanna song she had it set it to played as she frantically tried to figure out where she had placed it.

"Shit."

She normally was very good at keeping herself organized, but in the rush to get home and get ready for her date, she had forgotten a few things. Thankfully, she was not wearing her heels. She ran around her apartment until she found the thin silver phone lying on the kitchen counter. By the time she grabbed it, it had stopped ringing, so she waited a few moments to see if there would be a voice mail. There was, so she listened to it.

Jade stared at herself in the refection of the mirror that graced her front entranceway. She watched her expression slide from pure happiness to complete sadness. She bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the tears that were forming behind her eyelids. Unable to hold herself together, she collapsed to the ground, not even caring if her makeup ran down her face. She didn't even care if her dress was ruined.

***

"Hey buddy! Want to come over and watch some hockey? There's a game on tonight. The Leafs are playing Pittsburgh. Should be a great game."

Reid listened as his best friend Jason tried to cajole him into coming over. He had failed to mention that he had a date tonight. Jason had assumed he was still single and thus would be the only one of his friends available to watch hockey on his big-screen television on Valentine's Day.

"I have a date tonight." Reid waited for Jason's response. 

He hoped he wouldn't be too mad, but at the same time, there was one very big difference between the two of them: Jason chose to be single because he preferred being independent and having the choice of many women; Reid was shy, and unless a friend set him up on a date, he could barely speak to women.

"Really? Who's the girl? Who set you up? You're going to miss an awesome hockey game because of a random girl?" Jason's voice held a tinge of sarcasm. Reid was relieved.

"She's not random; she's Brad's sister. We're going to that new Italian restaurant in the city."

"How fancy. Does she have big breasts?" Jason was always so shallow when it came to women that Reid was not surprised at his question.

"She's not your type," Reid responded sternly, and Jason took the hint not to pry any further.

"Have fun, then."

"I will."

Reid was an average person with one big problem -- he was shy and quiet. His friends were always so extroverted, and he'd tried to act like that, but it just wasn't him. He liked his job as a computer programmer, but when he went out with the people he considered his friends, he never really fit in.

Reid looked out and saw the snow falling gently on the ice that covered the river. It had been a cold winter and everything was covered in a white blanket of snow. He hated it, but this was where he had been offered a job, and after ten years, he wasn't going to change just because he hated the climate.

After showering and changing, he took the elevator down to the parking garage and got into his car. He prided himself in never being as materialistic as Jason, but he was proud of one thing -- his car. He owned a BMW Z4 Roadster. 

It had cost him a small fortune but he loved it. It had a great stereo system, similar to that in the big movie theatres. He remembered how he had spent days deciding on what color to get and finally settled on sleek black. His car was his baby, and as he slid into the leather seat, he decided that even though this was a pity date, he was going to enjoy himself.

After driving in circles up to the ground level, he was racing down the snow-covered streets to the restaurant. He found a parking spot and got out quickly. Looking around, he and saw that no one was waiting outside. He hadn't mentioned specifically where they were to meet, and he decided that his date must have been waiting inside for him.

As he entered the restaurant the strong smells of garlic, fresh cut roses, and expensive perfume filled his nostrils. The strange mixture established exactly where and when he was. He was at an Italian restaurant on Valentine's Day. The place was bustling with activity and he glanced over and noticed a beautiful young woman sitting alone at a table for two. She was wearing a silk blouse, and although he couldn't see what she was wearing on the bottom, he imagined a short black skirt or maybe dress pants that matched the deep red of the top.

Just then, his cell phone rang, startling him. As he listened to the person on the other end of the line, he wanted to laugh and scowl at the same time. 

He was staring at the young woman again until he heard her speak, and immediately noticed the distressed tone of her voice. She was having a discussion with an older man. Evidently, the man was the manager and he was asking her to give up her table. 

Reid tried to make eye contact with her. She was biting her lip nervously, and her red hair was curling around her face. In an instant, Reid forgot how shy and reserved he normally was.

"Hi, Sweetie. Sorry I'm late." Reid blurted out those the words without even thinking. He walked over, kissed the redheaded woman on the cheek, and then looked over at the manager.

"Is there a problem?" Reid waited for a response and then watched as the manager shook his head and then walked away. 

Reid's heart was beating so fast and he almost felt like he was going to pass out. He couldn't believe he'd stepped up like that, but for some reason this redheaded beauty intrigued him.

"Can I sit down?"

"Yes." Jade had gone from being unhappy to stressed to overcome with relief. She smiled.

"You always this talkative?"

"No. I mean, yes. I mean-- Don't you have a girlfriend you're meeting or something?" Jade was a little frazzled now and was trying to figure out why someone as tall and handsome as this man would want to eat dinner with her.

"I'm Reid. I was supposed to be on a date tonight, but she just cancelled. She decided watching 'Sex and the City' reruns by herself was better."

"Oh." Jade glanced down at the menu then up at him. "I'm Jade. My lovely boyfriend decided tonight was a good time to break up with me. He said he was going to bring me here for dinner and then tell me but got cold feet and called me instead. He didn't cancel the reservations, so I thought I'd eat dinner by myself."

"I can leave if you want."

"No." She smiled.

Reid returned her smile as she began to flirt with him. He was never one to be good at flirting but tonight he was going to try. "I haven't dated in awhile, so one of my friends asked me to take his sister out for dinner. I think he wanted her to get over her last boyfriend. Obviously, he spread his arms, indicating his situation, "It didn't work."

Jade was about to open her mouth but the waiter came and took their orders. He was in a rush so they ordered both drinks and their main meal at the same time. Once the waiter left she spoke.

"Why did you decide to come over and say what you did? The manager had every right to ask me to give up my table. I mean, look how busy it is."

"I have a weakness for redheads. I think you're cute." Reid blurted out that statement, and then his face turned as red as his hair. He looked down at the ground; embarrassed, but looked up when he heard her giggle. 

"Me, too. Although not many men have red hair." Jade was biting her lip again and Reid's cock swelled in his pants as he felt the subtle effects of her sexiness.

"True".

"Our kids would definitely have red hair, though." Jade giggled. Her comment relaxed both of them, and soon they were talking like old friends.

The rest of dinner was filled with mindless chatter about random things. Other than their first names, neither one of them discussed anything personal with the other. When it came time to pay, Jade protested for a good five minutes before finally giving up. Reid was paying for dinner because it was the right thing to do.

The redheads left the restaurant and walked towards Reid's car. She had mentioned she needed a ride home, and considering the cold snowy weather, it only made sense for him to give her one. Jade didn't say a word about his car, but loved the smell of the leather seats and was just a little curious about what sort of job he did that warranted buying such an expensive car.

She looked over at him. "Thank you for driving me home."

Reid reached out and ran his hand along her thigh. He realized how sweaty his palms were and tried to remember the last time he was so nervous around a girl.

"You're welcome. Can I tell you something?" Reid had his eye on the road. He remembered how whenever his parents had to talk to him about something awkward, they would do it in the car. This way they didn't have to make eye contact with him. He was about to use the same strategy with Jade.

"Sure".

"I'm always nervous around girls. Not the kind of nervous I am around you. I can barely talk to a girl, but we've been chatting non-stop about so much and what's making me nervous is the fact that I probably want a lot more then you do."

"I do too!" Jade blurted out those words. Her face turned crimson as she realized how eager she sounded. She ran her fingers along his and squeezed gently. The rest of the drive was in silence as they enjoyed the slowly building tension.

Reid put his car in park outside her apartment and turned to face her. "Jade, you are gorgeous. Your ex-boyfriend was an idiot. I apologize on behalf of all cute, romantic men."

"Thank you for eating dinner with me. I really appreciate it."

Reid gulped. She was nibbling her bottom lip again. He had figured she did that when she was nervous, but it was so sexy, he was having a hard time controlling himself. He leaned forward a bit and waited for her to do the same. She was breathing hard, and the tension in the air was thick. He leaned even closer and smelled the light vanilla perfume she wore.

Jade licked her lips, dry from breathing so hard. "Do you want to come inside?"

Reid nodded, and rushed into the apartment building and into the waiting elevator. Reid stood beside Jade, not daring to touch her.

"You know when you bite your bottom lip it makes me want to do something."

"What's that?"

Reid stepped close and leaned down. He wrapped his lips around hers and sucked gently. The moment he did that, both of them moaned in pleasure. Jade wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and soon he was crushing her against the wall of the elevator, grabbing at her body.

The elevator arrived at her floor, and they stumbled out. Their eyes were full of lust, and Jade quickly rushed ahead of him to unlock the door. Without speaking, they knew that the moment they made skin-to-skin contact, they would never be able to let go.

They entered her dark apartment, and their lips met. Soon, they struggled down the hall to her bedroom, all the while undressing each other. By the time they got to her bed, he only had his boxers on. She was completed naked, which suited him fine. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her in to his lap.

"I'm not normally this aggressive." Jade smiled, but Reid shook his head.

"I don't care. I'm glad you're like this." He leaned down and gently sucked her left nipple into his mouth. It hardened immediately against his tongue, and he thumbed her right nipple and then groped her warm flesh. She was wiggling around in his lap but he kept her nipple firmly in his mouth. He let go of it with a pop, and then went to the right. Jade wasn't speaking. All she could do was gasp and moan. 

Reid pulled back and held both her breasts, rubbing the nipples together. He grunted as she continued to grind against him. He was breathing slowly, trying to control his need. He had been hard since dinnertime and the last thing he wanted was to climax at the wrong time. He thought he had everything in check until he felt her warm hands reach into his boxers and begin to stroke his hard cock.

"Jade. Don't."

Jade's face scrunched up as she tilted her head to the side, until he explained.

"I'm really close to cumming. I don't want to cum in your hand."

"Oh." Jade blushed bright red, and as the two lovers looked at each other, they realized that neither one of them was experienced when it came to sex. Reid didn't even need to ask, but obviously, she had never aroused a guy as much as she did him. He picked her up and laid her in the middle of her bed. He then pulled down his boxers and knelt between her legs.

She was gorgeous. Her red hair was flared against the pillow and with her legs spread, he saw her pussy, swollen and wet. She was shaved with a small landing strip. It was clear her red hair was natural. Reid could smell her arousal, and he knew exactly what he wanted.

He leaned down and slowly licked up and down her lips. Her moans indicated she wanted that. He continued to lick in concentric circles until he found her hard nub. He sucked it into his mouth like he had her nipples, and then gently pushed his index finger into her warmth. She cried out loudly and clamped her thighs around his head. She thrashed around as she was climaxing. He hummed gently against her clit, his head shaking up and down as Jade rocked her hips and continued to thrash around on the bed. When she finally let go of his head, he sat up.

Jade looked at Reid and couldn't help but smile. His face was covered in her juices and his goofy smile showed how much he had enjoyed doing that to her. She had loved every minute of it as well. She pulled him down and kissed him, tasting her juices on his lips. It was a sensual kiss. As they kissed, he guided his cock into her wetness. She was tight, but so slick. He moaned as she engulfed him. Once inside her, he began to rock back and forth.

"This feels so good, Jade."

"I know."

The two lovers continued to move against each other, fighting to hold back their impending orgasms. Jade sped up, trying to push Reid over the edge. Reid held her hips still, wanting her to orgasm first. When Reid could not hold back any longer and erupted inside her, he held her tightly, nuzzling against the soft skin of her neck.

Once he had calmed down enough, he rolled onto his back and watched as she sat up. He reached for her clit and rubbed hard and fast. Jade was so aroused that within seconds she was screaming out again in a loud orgasm. She collapsed on top of him, trying to control her breathing. 

Reid covered them with the blankets He closed his eyes as he stroked her hair gently. Her breathing slowed until she was asleep. Reid fell asleep enjoying the weight of Jade against him.

As the sun rose over the horizon, the lovers lay in bed enjoying each other. The inhibitions present the night before had gone, and they made love, pushing each other to the limit. By the time they reluctantly got out of bed to eat some breakfast, Jade could barely walk, she had cum so much, and Reid's cock was very sensitive. Still, each time he glanced over at her breasts, he would get hard again.

Reid had mentioned that he needed to get some things done in the afternoon. He had yet to mention that what he needed to do was pack for a business trip he was going on for the next two weeks. He was afraid that he was going to sound arrogant and rude. Jason used that excuse on many occasions to get out of having a second date with a woman. Reluctantly, both of them got dressed and they stood by her door, saying their goodbyes.

"I'm going on a business trip for the next two weeks. I'll call you the moment I get home." Reid held her face in his hands, never wanting to let go.

Jade bit her lip nervously as she finally asked a question she had wanted to ask since the night before. "Do you believe in fate?"

Reid blinked, and then smiled. She was biting her bottom lip again.

"Yeah", he answered.

"I have a proposition. If you think I'm crazy, I don't care. I had an amazing night. I think it was fate that we met. I want us to meet at the same restaurant a year from now. If we both remember, then it's meant to be." Jade reached her hands to cup his face and kissed him softly. 




Serendipity



I was late and in a rush add that to the slick streets from the first rain of the season and if you mix in a little of not paying attention you then have the perfect recipe for an accident. As you can see, I had no one to blame for sitting here in a ditch waiting for a tow instead of being on the blind date where I was supposed to be. I called Devon, or was it Kevin but only got voice mail; I left a message stating my problem and an apology for standing him up. It's funny but I remember thinking for the first time since this was set up that I hope he was a loser so I hadn't blown my chance for meeting my 'Prince Charming'.

Triple A said that due to the rain, they were extremely busy but they'd get to me as soon as possible. I sat in the car mad at myself for doing yet again something stupid and as I watched the rain slide down my windshield, I felt my tears slide down my cheeks. Who was I kidding Melvin or was it Ivan, was not going to be my prince, princes don't go on blind dates they have girls falling all over themselves to date them. No, maybe I was better off missing this set up no matter what my friend Grace said about him, he was probably a loser anyway. I kept asking myself what I was doing wrong why couldn't I met Mister Right; I just knew he was out there but I simply couldn't find him. It wasn't that he had to be Brad Pitt it was just I didn't want Kramer, surely between those two types there had to be someone for me. 

To pass time as I waited I once again made a list of the pro and cons of me, Julie Harris, at least this time I kept the list just in my head. OK, well I know I'm no Angelina Jolie but I no Maya Rudolph either. Brown hair with brown eyes, kind of mousey but not bad. Thirty-three, at least I'm not some twenty-year-old bimbo and yet I'm still young enough to be called a girl. Yeah I could lose a few pounds but I am not fat no matter what my anorexic sister says. If I was a person who budgeted their time and paid attention to what they were doing I guess I wouldn't be in this ditch would I. This was doing me no good at all as I am incapable of making an honest opinion of myself and then I was saved of this epiphany by the flashing lights of the tow. 

I rolled down my window as he approached and he knelt down to talk to me. Hatless in the rain meant his blonde hair was matted to his head and water running down his face. I stared into cerulean blue eyes that were bright and concerned.

"Are you all right miss, do you need me to call medical help?"

I was mesmerized and could only manage a shake of my head. He told me I could sit in his truck while he fished my car from the ditch. When I got out of my car, I tripped on something, which broke my heel sending me falling into his arms. He caught me, and picked me up as if I weighed nothing, then carried me to his big white truck. I put my arms around him and held on for dear life, not that I was afraid he would drop me, no I just didn't want him to put me down. I sat waiting as he hooked my vehicle to his tow bar and I noticed how clean and organized it was. I then noticed the plastic horses head attached to the hood as an ornament, that's funny he arrives to save me in a big white horse.

He opened the door and then standing half in the cab took off his raincoat and tucked it behind the seat. I got my first good look at him illuminated by his interior lights my first thought was behemoth, or maybe that was my second thought as my first was 'oh my god'. This man had to be close to Three hundred pounds and yes he was fat but he also had a lot of muscle. I would have to ask him if he was football player and then I realized I haven't said one word yet. I open my mouth to speak but he beat me to it,

"I'm sorry miss but your car is not drivable, do you have a preference as to where you want it towed?"

I merely shook my head no, as I screamed to myself 'speak you dullard, speak'. 

"Why do you have a horse's head hood ornament on your truck?"

Way to go girl you're really making an impression on this guy.

"It's something my boss did, he thinks it's funny but I think it's humiliating. You see my last name is Charmant which he knew means charming from his high school French and my first name is Price after my mother's father..."

"So that makes you Prince Charming coming to my rescue on your big white horse."

"Guess how many times a day I hear that line."

I told him I was sorry for beating a dead horse and giggled and he smiled showing me his straight white teeth.

"If I tow you to the yard you'll have to pay a night's storage fee but if I tow you to your home you can park it for free."

"But then I'll have to have it towed to a garage tomorrow, won't that cost more?"

"Let me make you a deal, you're my last tow, my shift is over so I'll tow you to your house and then on my way to work tomorrow I'll tow you to wherever, no charge. All you have to do is promise no more prince charming remarks"

"I even do you one better, do you speak Italian? My last name is Biancaneve, which is Italian for Snow White, and my first name is Ella, and that roughly translates into little, so don't talk to me about being teased about your name."

He laughed at this as he agreed my name alone was worth the cost of his tow job. 

I felt so at ease with Price as we exchanged light banter sprinkled with laughs that when we arrived at my place I automatically invited him up for coffee. He looked at me for a long time those blue eyes piercing into my soul. I think he was judging the sincerity of my offer, and then he smiled saying he'd love a cup of coffee. Riding up in the elevator, I realized I hadn't eaten yet and I was starving so I upgraded my offer of coffee to a quick dinner. He said OK but only if he could help and how could I say no to an offer like that. Price put the pasta on to boil as I dug out some of my grandmother's red sauce from my freezer and popped it in the microwave. While he graded cheese I made a quick salad from whatever greens I found in my frig and by the time he got the wine opened the pasta was done. To top it off he helped me clean the kitchen after our meal. 

We took our wine to the front room and when we finished that I opened another bottle, it was not until we were half way through the third bottle that I realized we were in trouble. I knew I was buzzed but I didn't care, I took the glass from his hand and leaned in close,

"Sir Prince Charming, you have saved the fair Young Snow White and it is now time for you to claim your reward."

With that, I put my lips to his, he in turn wrapped his strong arms around me, and we kissed long and deeply. When we finally broke our embrace without a word I took his hand and led him to my bed where we made frenetic love as if it was our last night on earth. I awoke in the morning with a pounding headache yet enveloped in my Prince's arms and I knew right then there was no place I rather be.

Will we live happily ever after as they do in fairy tales? I can't answer that and all I'll say is that now for the present I'm living as close to a fairy tale as possible. Really, what more could I wish for?



Serendipity and a Beer Bottle



All characters in this story are 18 years or older

Today must be my lucky day, or at least, it feels like it.

I've never won the lottery or any significant drawing or contest, despite the hundreds upon hundreds of them that seem to be out there between the fast food chains trying to woo our business, to the magazine distribution company offering the million dollar prize. But, as I stand, frozen in place by the amazing spectacle before me, feeling the sudden surge of excitement, I think I can relate to the overwhelming jubilation that a lottery winner must feel. I lean slightly forward trying to get a better view and my eyes are squinting in an attempt to confirm what I think I'm seeing. The little hairs on my skin feel tingly, electrified by the rush of adrenaline that I surely wasn't expecting. Is that porn you're looking at? Have I had the amazingly good fortune to walk in on you while you are engrossed by the image of two blonds on your computer monitor?! My cock didn't seem to need any further proof, and it tells me so by immediately beginning to swell in anticipation.

You're so captivated by the erotic images displayed on your monitor; with your back to me you haven't noticed me enter the room. Your tall, slender body is leaning slightly forward in your chair, and I can see your smooth, tanned thighs and toned calves as a result of your knees being splayed widely apart. Your favorite navy blue t-shirt appears to be the total of your porn viewing outfit this afternoon, and I notice you've chosen a pink hand-towel to sit on to keep from ruining yet another chair. Your beautiful blond mane is pulled back into a sexy, sporty ponytail and I can see the black frame of your glasses extending from over your cute little ear above your beautiful cheekbone. I love it when you explore your own sexuality; it becomes a sexual quality in-and-of itself, particularly in this unexpected way.

As quietly as a cat stalking a mouse, I approach and my suspicion about your t-shirt is confirmed when I notice a purple wad of satin lying on your desk by your phone and a random stack of papers. "Ahhh, your panties," I muse. On screen, a pretty college co-ed girl is sitting naked on a tan colored sofa. Her light-brown hair is not quite shoulder length. She's small, and slender, and her smooth skin looks so soft, supple, and lightly tanned. Her breasts are small and firm, with pink nipples no bigger than a quarter, but very erect. Her long, lean legs are splayed impossibly wide apart. "Very limber," I thought, momentarily thinking she must be a gymnast. The other girl is a young college beauty as well. Dressed in a blue, yellow and white cheerleader's outfit, auburn hair in pig-tails, she sits on the floor between the other girl's thighs; one hand works her friend's clit, as the other amazingly works three fingers in and out of the girl's tiny little bald cunt.

You are staring intently at the digital images, breathing heavily, and I can hear the sticky sounds of your smooth wetness. God, I swear I can smell the musk of your pretty pussy.

On screen, the naked girl is begging for a fourth finger, "Please, do it! Stuff my pussy!" she moans.

Moving closer to you, I can see one hand working between your thighs as the other pinches and tugs roughly at your perky c-cup breast through the soft material of your shirt. My heart feels like it is going to burst out of my chest, but I take a moment to calm myself, trying to fully appreciate the good fortune the gods of serendipity have bestowed upon me.

Composing myself, I announce my presence by asking, "Well, what do we have here?" with a mock tone of indignation.

Suddenly, your head snaps around, but just as quickly you realize it's only me. Momentarily you're startled, but you remain undaunted. You flash me a wonderfully naughty grin, but your hands quickly resume their movements. Your attention is drawn back to the action on your screen where the cheerleader has eagerly worked her fourth finger into her partner's stretching, sodden hole, and is showing no sign of mercy as the naked girl continues her rhythmic panting between cries of pain mixed with pleasure. The sight is nothing short of incredible.

Picking up your panties from your desk, it's immediately apparent how damp they are, and by extension, how aroused you must be. They're my favorites; purple satin with a paisley design in a tiny bikini cut. Bringing them to my nose, I notice the white stains on the crotch, and the intoxicating perfume of your heavenly scent. Instinctively, I stick my tongue out and taste the erotic mixture of sweet and sour that is unmistakably your pussy. Excitement surges through my body, causing my cock to spasm and I grit my teeth, straining to keep from cumming in my pants. Narrowly, I manage to fight-off the urge, but my dick is straining to burst free from its confines, and I feel that quite a bit of pre-cum has seeped into my underwear.

The wanton blond slut in the video is begging her friend to stuff her cunt full. The camera moves closer, providing a perfect view of the cheerleader folding her thumb into her palm, then pressing her hand slowly-but-surely into the hairless young cunt of her tiny friend. The naked girl holds her own thighs wide apart while she pants and groans. Her pretty face is flushed, and it contorts with the moans that beg her friend to fuck her with her fist, and bring her the climax that is surging oh-so-near.

Now standing closely behind you, I move my hand to replace yours in attacking your breast through your t-shirt as I watch in amazement at the stunning video on your computer. I've seen photos before, but I've always been skeptical of their authenticity. Despite the knowledge that the vagina is, in fact, the birthing canal, it still seems impossible that a person could fit their whole hand into a place that my penis has always found exquisitely snug. Yet here it was, video proof: this petite young woman's tiny little hole stretching beyond believable limits to accommodate her partner's invading hand. Was she a gymnast or Elastigirl before she got famous?

I've always found your bi-sexuality intensely arousing, but this is extreme, and I love it. Apparently, so do you. Your nipple is hard and protruding as though you've got a Number 2 pencil eraser hidden beneath your shirt. Aggressively, I begin to alternate between squeezing your firm tit, and pinch your nipple and pulling it away from your chest, only to let it naturally spring back into place.

As the young cheerleader's hand gradually disappears into her friend's leaking twat, both of your hands are now assaulting your own weeping cunt. Two fingers deeply probe your g-spot, and one strums your hard clit as the naked girl urgently cries out in ecstasy between gasps for air, urging her friend further and further.

It's unmistakably apparent that your orgasm is overtaking you with the same veracity as the young, naked video star, and I'm deciding what would please me next.

On screen the camera is in focused closely on the naked pussy stuffed with her friend's hand, which is buried completely past the bones of her wrist. The lips of her little pussy are red, swollen and obscenely stretched. Suddenly, the girl begins a low guttural moan, and then cries out, 'I'm cummmming! Oh god! Oh goddddd!" A flood of clear liquid comes pouring out and over the cheerleader's hand and down her forearm. There's so much of it, it's like someone pouring out a liter of water. The cheerleader moves in, trying to position her pretty lips and pink tongue as close as she can in an attempt to catch as much of her friend's squirting liquid as possible.

I bend close to your ear and say, "you'd love to have that hand in your cunt, wouldn't you. You'd love to be stretched, and filled, wouldn't you? You'd love to cum all over that cheerleader's face."

And before I can finish my sentence the hand that was a blur as it strummed your clit is suddenly still, pressing hard on your sensitive bud, your two fingers still buried as the involuntary convulsions begin to spread from your belly, taking over your body. With your eyes clamp shut, you gasp, and then cry out "Oh FUUUCCCCKKKKKKK!" as your own orgasm takes control, curling your toes, and utterly drenching the hand towel beneath your sweet ass.

Before you even notice I've gone, I'm on my way back from the kitchen, with something hidden behind my back. The video has ended, and you are softly purring in temporary post-orgasmic bliss, your fingers languidly caressing your tender bald pussy lips, but I'm not about to let you rest. I turn your chair to face me, and you shoot me a quizzical look.

"I don't think I can get my hand in there, so this will have to do," I tell you as I bring my hand from behind my back, revealing what I have in store.

Immediately, your eyes widen in fear, and your legs involuntarily close. "Uh, where do you think your putting that?"

"Oh don't get shy on me now. Please take your shirt off, and sit-back, and I'd recommend relaxing," I demand, displaying an empty longneck beer bottle.

You hesitate, and with a calm, but unmistakably disciplined and measured tone, I instruct, "Don't make me tell you twice." You know that tone. You know without question, that I mean it. This time you quickly discard your t-shirt and ease back to a comfortable position in your chair. Now sitting before me, your slender body is naked, literally and figuratively. Your pussy lips are still red and swollen, and they glisten from the moisture of your masturbating.

Noticing your digital camera on your desk, I pick it up and I take two full-length photos of your gorgeous form. I know your policy against having your photo taken while you're nude, but this just seems so naughty I cannot resist, and I don't bother consulting you. This is now my show.

"Spread 'em." I command as I sink down to my knees on the floor, setting the beer bottle aside momentarily.

Tentatively you pause, but wisely you spread your legs, keeping your hands on your inner thighs. The view is exquisite, and I take a moment to snap two more pictures, this time focusing on your beautiful soaked pussy. The second shot from not even ten inches away, providing extreme detail of your wonderful cunt.

Without discussion, I grab your thighs, yanking you to the edge of the chair and I can't resist, I have to taste you. Eagerly, I lap my tongue from your puckered rosebud to your clit, tasting the sweet residue of your recent orgasm, sending a chill down your spine, and a charge to my still hard, fat dick, again, nearly causing me to unload in my pants. My immediate urge is to beat-off and spray my cum all over your sexy body, but for now I've got other plans, and that will have to wait.

Your cunt is soaked in your girl juice, and oh so tasty! Using two fingers from my right hand, aggressively I press them into your sopping slot, holding your cunt open with my left hand. Squishing noises fill the air as my fingers roughly probe your tight, wet hole, alternating between upwardly tapping your g-spot, and thrusting in and out. Your eyes are focused on the sight of my fingers invading your womanhood, while you gasp, and bite your lip in pleasure.

Without warning I withdraw my fingers, and admire the way they glisten with your juice before I move them to your mouth... your eager mouth... that opens without command, and sucks the two digits clean of your nectar. Your nipples are impossibly hard protrusions from the beautiful mounds of flesh on your heaving chest.

Pleased with the job you've done, I take back my fingers, and retrieve the camera, and snap another picture or your now gaping hole. Briefly, I considered getting the bottle of lubricant, but you're pussy is so wet in anticipation I realize it won't be necessary.

Holding the beer bottle just in front of your pussy, I order, "Beg me."

Your response is wisely quick. "Please, give it to me. Fill my cunt. Fuck me with that big thing."

I place one of our feet up on the desk next to my head, your open pussy seems to be begging on its own for my intrusion.

My cock aches for release and I give it a firm squeeze through my shorts to temporarily stifle my urge to simply fuck you.

I bring the opening of the bottle to your swollen, pouting pussy, caressing your lips with the smooth glass. Teasing... taunting. Your eyes show a mixture of concern and excitement, and you're breathing heavily in anticipation of what's to come.

Spreading your lips with my free hand, I work the opening into your drooling gap. Your hips buck slightly, and with a firm push the neck of the beer bottle disappears between your swollen lips. That quickly, and without much effort, you've got the whole neck sliding in and out of your pussy, your eyes riveted, your breathing heavy. Your juices coat the glass with a sweet film. I pause, leaving the neck lodged in your twat, and I grab the camera to capture this delicious sight.

"Play with your tits for me." I instruct. And immediately your hands are roughly kneading your tender flesh, concentrating on your swollen nipples. Twisting, tugging, pulling, and pinching. Two more photos, and I'm fighting my own inner battle to maintain my control.

Now your hips buck and gyrate with need. Taking that as my cue, I press the bottle slowly deeper, allowing your lips to stretch to accommodate the wider intrusion. Your clit is red hot and sticking straight out from under its hood and your breathing is ragged as you occasionally wince in pain.

"Try to relax," I recommend letting the bottle retreat slightly, but in short order I resume my efforts and continue pressing this pseudo-cock into your tiny hole.

As your wetness coats the glass and you adjust to the sheer size, amazingly the movement becomes easier. Soon, all that remains is the very end of the bottle, peeking out from between your stretched cunt lips. I can actually see into your pink and red depths through the clear glass, like a gynecologist using his speculum. Not making the mistake of missing this incredible photo opportunity, I snap six more pictures from various angles in rapid succession. The clarity and detail are nothing short of remarkable.

"Oh my god, I feel so full!" You groan as you continue to torture your own tits.

I stare in wonder for a minute or so, but then it's all too much for me. Abruptly I stand up, and rip open my shorts, yanking down my underwear, finally releasing my thick cock, its head wide and angry red, leaking clear fluid from the open piss-hole. As I move into position next to you, my hand begins stroking my cock with purpose. Your hand darts down to your stretched pussy, circling the edge of your widened gap, exploring the feeling the hardness of the glass is contrast to the softness of your cunt. I sense that the amazing reality of having an entire beer bottle contained inside your tender pussy is really sinking in. Your hand begins its quick, punishing assault on your clit, matching the urgent motion of my own hand as I stand over you pointing my throbbing cock at your beautiful face.

In one deft motion, I pick up your panties, and wrap them around the shaft of my straining cock. The sensation is exquisite, and serves as the last straw. Just as you open your mouth and extend your wanting tongue to me, thick strands of white erupt from the end of my cock, and I let out a loud groan as I watch the first strand fly from my dick and splash your beautiful cheek and nose. The second strand erupts with seemingly greater force, flying just over your cheek, and landing in your hair and in your right ear. I point my gushing cock at your open mouth and release a third, thick jet of cream splashing off of your tongue into the back of your throat. I paint your cheek and chin with the last of my spunk, and use the tip of my cock to smear it around your soft skin.

Steadying myself, I hold the camera to get a photo of my fat cock against your cum-covered lips, your face streaked with my seed, lust in your eyes behind your glasses, and your pretty purple panties wrapped around the shaft of my pulsing dick. It's exquisite. I scrape a finger along in the pool of cum on your cheek, breathing heavily I bring it to my mouth and taste myself, enjoying the extreme decadence of this moment. Your hips are bucking hard, and your left hand is fucking the beer bottle deeper into your cunt, as your right hand continues to stimulate your clit. I lean down to kiss you, our tongues intertwine, sharing my thick, creamy load.

Our kiss is broken with the beginning of a deep, guttural moan that signals the chain-reaction of sensations that erupt into your orgasm. Your stomach clenches, and you lurch slightly forward as you cry out in ecstasy, giving in to your pleasure while you struggle to hold the bottle in your quivering, convulsing pussy using both of your hands. You look incredible, and I can't resist the opportunity to take three more pictures, capturing the erotic visual essence of your climax.

I use your panties to wipe my cum from your face, using the soft material to gather my seed, and then feed it to you by letting you lick and suck the juice from the material. I decide that I need a photo of that, as well.

Totally spent for the moment, you relax, and let the bottle slip from your tingling pussy, setting it on the desk, where the evidence of your orgasm coats the beer bottle very noticeably. That's definitely worth one last photo.

Regaining your senses you say, "Oh my god! That was absolutely INCREDIBLE!" and I can only grin and nod in approval. Then you follow with, "I can't believe I let you take photos! I'm so embarrassed"

"You shouldn't be, you look absolutely incredible." I reply.

"Come on, now delete them."

And I know what I'm about to say will tap one of your biggest fears, and likely turn that fear into utter arousal.

"Delete them?!? Hell no! You and I are going to post these on internet for everyone to see."



Serendipity at the Plaza



There are so few truly chance meetings in this world. When one happens, as in this case, you just have to tell about it. This is the story about two people who experienced one such encounter. They both travel for business, one owns a business and the other is an executive. These are two people who normally would not even cross paths, but because of planes, trains and other awful things business travelers must endure they were brought together.

He flew to Kansas City on his way to a business meeting in Topeka when his rental car broke down, stranding him at his hotel. He was forced to wait for the rental company to bring out his new car, so he found comfort at a bar on the Plaza. As places go, this was not a bad place for a martini or two. He had enough work to keep his mind busy and enough files to make the time go by quickly. Terry took out his palm pilot, started to jot down notes for future meetings, and planned his approach to the client in Topeka.

She was in town for a seminar at the Fairmont hotel across the river from the Plaza. She was consumed by her business and knew that there were a thousand other things she should be doing rather than sitting at the bar having a drink. But, she had promised her friend that she’d meet her here and they’d catch up on old times. But, as usual, she was late and there sat Cristina waiting for Anna to show up. Things had not changed much since college Anna was always late. But she always had a good excuse – at least in her mind.

Cristina opened her black leather case and pulled out her expense review file. Her accounting group spent hours going through the bills, looking for improper charges. She could always find one or two more errors, and with that in mind during this downtime, she looked through her file. A waiter walked by her table and she decided that a drink wouldn’t be a bad idea right now.

“Excuse me,” she said as the waiter walked by

“Yes, how can I help you?” answered a rather tall and dark man in a white waiter’s jacket and neatly tied bow tie. She could tell he didn’t treat the bow tie as a simple ornament around his neck, but that it was something he wore with pride. The same pride he had about the tone of his muscles and the tan on his skin. She let his words linger in her mind for a moment enjoying the view.

“I’ll have a Vodka Collins – neat,” she said, letting her eyes focus on his eyes and then slowly – and noticeably – move down his face to his chest and then back up again.

He noticed her looks and decided that looking back and taking in every aspect of this woman was now permissible. She had long blonde hair that cascaded of her shoulders and blue eyes clearer than a sunny spring morning, and at the same time showed a depth much greater than the ocean. Her face was soft with full lips that invited you to kiss them and you couldn’t take your eyes off of them when she spoke. He could not fully tell how tall she was, but her long legs gave him the impression that she was very tall, perhaps even as tall as he was at five foot ten inches. Her legs were well toned and muscular, her belly – although covered by a beautiful suite coat – was obviously in perfect shape. She took care of her body and it showed. Finally he took one look at her hands, and old fetish of his, and noticed that her fingers were exquisite, long and slender with perfect proportions. Her fingers were a mere reflection of her perfect body, her Venus-like face, and her sweetly proportioned breast.

“Yes, I’ll bring that right back for you. Will there be anything else?” he asked, wishing something would give him further reason to stand here and look at this beautiful woman.

“No, that’s about it for right now. Thanks!” she said looking at her watch for the umpteenth time. She knew that he had read between the lines enough to know two things about her. First, that she really enjoyed what she saw, and secondly, that the look itself was all there was ever going to between them.

Terry was focused on the Topeka meeting and kept coming up with one good idea after another. He knew that thanks to the car problems he was going to have to reschedule the meeting. Hopefully for tomorrow – if they’d let him. But whenever the meeting took place, he knew he’d get the account.

Terry pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number for the rental car company.

“Hello, this is Terry Orbiston, do you know the status of my car?” he asked in a calmer voice than the last time he spoke to them.

“Yes, Mr. Orbiston…” the voice on the other end of the line said, hesitated as though they were looking for some information, and then added, “we should have the car to you in about an hour. As we told you earlier we are all out of cars right now, but we’ve made arrangements to have one delivered to you shortly”

“Please make sure that this gets done quickly.” He stated, adding, “I have a very important meeting in Topeka and I’d like to know when I’m going to be there”. He did not wait for the answer; he knew it was pointless to argue with her so he just hung up.

He glanced around the bar looking for his waitress and could not find her. He turned around to look behind him. His arm swinging behind his chair so he could turn fully around when his elbow caught the top of a leather briefcase perched perilously on the edge of the chair behind him. The briefcase flew quietly through the air doing an elegant summersault and nicely spraying files all over on its way down. Yellow pieces of paper flew out; white pieces of paper joined the visual cacophony in mid air. All of it accentuated by a soft thud as the leather hit the tiled floor, followed by the rustling of papers hitting the legs of the table and then softly landing on the floor.

“What the hell!!!” was Cristina’s startled response. All she could do was watch the spectacle before her in total amazement. She had not even noticed that there was someone sitting at the table in front of her. She had no idea this idiot would decide to turn around and knock her papers all over the floor.

“Oh, shit! I’m sorry…” was all that Terry could muster. He sat there, stunned. He was frozen in the moment and had no idea what he was going to do to fix the mess he had just created. Once his senses returned, after what seemed like an eternity – at least to him – he stood up and started to gather the papers. They were now starting to blow in the soft spring breeze. He chased the ones that had flown the furthest, stepped on one, reached for another. The papers were flying everywhere. 

Cristina jumped out of her chair and gave chase to a couple of pieces of paper that were being pushed by unseen currents onto the path of one of the waiters. She reached for it, and snagged it in mid air, just as it was going to land under a waitress’s foot. She took the captured papers and headed back to her table. She noticed the man that had caused this entire situation heading for the far reaches of the bistro, giving chase to the last of her errant papers. She took a moment to notice his movements. He was tall, and he was agile. She decided he must have been good in sports in his younger days.

She noticed the gray that now covered what once must have been a full head of brown hair. Now the gray added a distinguished look to him. She noticed the cut of his suit and realized that he was very comfortable wearing it. He must be very used to wearing suits, and dressing for business. She liked what she saw – even though he had caused this mess. He had captured his pray and was now headed back to her with an armful of white, yellow and blue papers.

“What in the world were you doing?” she asked with a forced smile on her face. She was trying very hard not to show how truly upset she was about the mess and the interruption.

“I’m sorry, I was looking for my waitress and turned around, and…” he hesitated letting his mouth catch up with his thoughts, “well, you know the rest,” He said. Trying to look his 45 years of age, not how he felt at the moment – like a 5-year-old.

“Well, it looks like you got everyone’s attention – except hers!” she said. This time the laugh was genuine. She could tell he was embarrassed by what had just happened. She took a quick look around, found her waiter and signaled him to come over. He did.

“Yes, what can I get for you?” the waiter asked

“This gentleman is so parched that he almost fainted, knocking my briefcase down scattering all my papers. Do you think you could get him a drink?” she asked mockingly giving Terry a matching look.

“Certainly! We can’t have our patrons fainting waiting for a drink. What’ll-ya-have-mac?” asked the waiter

“Thanks Pal…” he said with a smile aimed at her.

“I’ll take a dry vodka martini, on the rocks and dirty” he added looking at the waiter.

She pointed to the seat where her briefcase had been and he took her up on it. They both talked about their problems, their business and what they were doing in Kansas City on such a nice spring day. They talked for a long time, finally realizing that Time was flying by. Cristina noticed his smile and how she was drawn to it. Terry noticed how quickly she grasped what he was talking about. They both noticed how interesting the other was. As the afternoon turned into early evening, all thoughts of rental cars and friends had vanished and the two of them talked and laughed and got to know each other.

Since neither had ever been to Kansas City before they decided to go for a walk, and stroll down the Plaza to see what it had to offer. They walked by A.O. Schwartz, and Barnes and Noble and down to the end of the main drag. They turned toward the river, walking past the Capitol Grille, and noticed how some of the trees were beginning to have buds and that later in the spring this area would be covered with some of the most beautiful colors.

The walk started with them a fair distance apart, giving each other their own space. The way business people walk down the street. As they turned for the river that distance had been significantly reduced, and as they turned to follow the river their arms kept brushing against each other. Terry may have been the first to notice, but Cristina wasn’t far behind. He started to notice her perfume, and she started to notice that his after-shave was Old Spice – something that meant a lot to her. She noticed that at times, when their arms brushed, he would let his hand linger next to hers – as a subtle offer. She didn’t take him up on it, feeling that if he wanted to hold her hand, he would have to grab it.

Terry looked her way for a moment, their arms brushed and that’s when he decided that she truly did not mind if he grabbed her hand. She felt his masculine touch, feeling the largeness of his hand, the warmth of his touch and the electricity flowing from hand to hand. She squeezed his hand as a reward for taking the initiative. The first moment of touch! All his senses were heightened and focused on every aspect of her hand. The softness of her skin, the warmth of her touch and the apparent desire being communicated by the sensuality of her touch all spoke of one thing to him, she was open to him – completely.

“Are… are you hungry?” he asked, pausing to clear his throat. He wondered if she had noticed the effect she was having on him. He tried to look as calm and as casual as he could yet he wished that she would have dinner with him.

“No, not really…” she said, completely dashing his hopes. She did not want to get involved on a one-night stand with this, or any other man. She was not the type of woman to just give into her desires. She was careful and she did not just get picked up. She looked into his eyes and could see the honesty in him and it bothered her. She could read him better than she could read any other man in her life, and his desire for her was real – there was no doubt about that.

“But,” she added after a few moments of silence, “we could get some desert. I think I noticed that they have a Cheesecake Factory here.” She pointed back towards the fountains on 47th street.

“Ah, it appeals to your sweet tooth, does it?” he said with a smile, giving her a nice out, which she immediately appreciated. He had shown he was a gentleman to her over and over and she had no problem accepting his approval.

“A girl has her weaknesses…” she let it trail off there and started to walk again, her hand never letting go of his. 

They walked north towards the fountains and made comments about the Spanish architecture of the area. This area was built as a way to draw people to Kansas City and to show the nation that people in the middle of the country weren’t backwards. The Plaza had become “the” destination and these two –complete strangers a short while ago – were captivated by the beauty and romance created by the European nature of the area.

“Have you ever been to Spain?” Terry asked breaking the silence that had accompanied them for the past few minutes.

“No, I haven’t…” she said, “have you?”

“Yeah, I’ve been to Barcelona, to the Rambla – that’s a really cool area leading to the beach – and to Madrid on business” he answered, glad that they now had something else to talk about rather than what truly was on his mind.

“What’s it like?” she asked, as they reached the fountain and walked on up to the edge. She propped herself on it and looked up at him – still holding his hand.

He sat next to her; the sound of the water flowing elegantly from the figures in the center of the fountain crashing at the base filled their ears. The rhythmic sounds resembling the sounds of a couple softly making love on a warm spring evening. 

“It’s beautiful,” he said.

“Most people think that France is very romantic and that Paris is the pinnacle of romanticism, but I think they are wrong. Spain is so much more. The elegant architecture, the warm people, the great beaches, all of it gives you the feeling that Spain invented sensuality.” He added, almost without taking a breath. 

She could feel the passion he had for Spain. A country she had never seen and never thought about, but now wanted to see. She realized that she wished to see it with him. 

“Tell me more,” she said, holding his gaze effortlessly.

“I will, but first we must do something…” he said as he leaned toward her entering her personal space, his lips a breath’s touch away from hers. His sudden approach surprised her, but not as much as her own feelings.

“What…” she paused to regain her self control, “what are we going to do?” she finally asked

”We’re going to get you that cheesecake you wanted, before you change your mind” He stood up, and helped her to her feet. They walked towards the tower on the corner by the Cheesecake Factory.

“I wonder what it’s like up there,” she said

He looked up at the tower and said, “Do you really want to find out?” 

“Sure I do! Don’t you? The view from there must be great, and the privacy should match it” she answered.

They ordered New York Style Cheesecake to go. He paid and they took their newfound culinary delight and walked up a set of stairs, went outside to the terrace and maneuvered their way across the tiled floor to the entrance to the tower. They were acting like a cross between excited kids and underworld spies on a dark secret mission, both of their hearts pounding as they made their way to the door. As he reached the door he grabbed the handle and gave it a yank. Nothing happened. He pulled on it harder the second time – nothing happened again.

Cristina looked puzzled, then stepped in front of him and pushed the door. It easily gave way to her gentle push. She looked up at him grinning from ear to ear. 

“Men,” she giggled, “don’t they ever read directions?”

“Sure,” he said, “read the sign on the door” and laughed as he smacked her behind.

She liked the feel of his hand on her bottom. It was a safe, familiar feel that let her know how far they had both come in their short relationship. She also noticed that he let his hand linger on her a little longer than was necessary, but it was a welcome touch. Cristina was softly letting go of her concerns about a one-night stand, and was enjoying the attention he was giving her.

They climbed to the top of the tower and found a fabulous view overlooking the city. They sat cross-legged on the ledge, opened the container and started to eat their cheesecake. He noticed that she had a little crumb from the cake on the side of her mouth and gently reached to brush it off, his long fingers touching the corner of her lips. She slowly turned her head and tenderly kissed his fingers; sending fire coursing through his body. It was such a small gesture and yet something very sensual, signaling to him that his advances were going to be welcomed.

She watched as the back of his fingers gently caressed the side of her face. She closed her eyes as his hand brushed her long blonde hair aside and moved down next to her ear, down her neck, and coming to a comfortable rest on her shoulder. He turned her around so that she was actually facing away from him and looking out over the city. This was the view she had whenever she opened her eyes. But, right now with his strong hands softly massaging her shoulders – melting away the stress of the day – she had no intention of opening her eyes.

“That feels so good,” she said, letting him know she didn’t want him to stop. It had been so long since work and the rest of her life had just vanished from her thoughts. She could feel the strength in his hands reaching deep into her tight muscles, reaching deeper inside of her and finding the actual stress that was causing her tension. His hands took the stress from her and left nothing but warm soft and relaxed muscles in its place. She made the conscious decision to surrender to his hands – at least for this much.

“You were so tense, I’m glad to see that you are relaxing. Did I make you that tense?” He asked her. He could feel the effect he was having on her muscles and was hoping that there was going to go a lot further than just his hands on her shoulders. He caught himself thinking about further possibilities. He thought about her long blonde hair and how soft it felt. As he moved her hair from one side to the other to give him better access to her shoulders he could smell her Vanilla musk. She thought of everything, she took care of herself and she was so intoxicating.

He let his hands go down her shoulders to her biceps and felt her strength. He realized that she took care of her body the way she took care of her business. She cared about every detail. He thought about her eyes, how they looked at him taking in every bit of information, in essence memorizing his every feature so that she’d never forget him. Terry rubbed her arms and worked her muscles to take away all their stress.

She leaned back onto his chest and melted into him. His arms came around her body giving her warmth and taking away the evening chill. Early spring had the most perfect days, she thought. There was warmth during the day, and it cooled off at night. The perfect weather for sleeping with the windows open, but this was different. She was high up, overlooking a City she had never really noticed, and the wind up here was a little brisk – especially at this time of the evening. It made his warmth feel that much better. He was her warmth and her protector.

“What a beautiful evening,” she said putting her arms over his. The two sat there motionless for an eternity. Her words tingled throughout his mind and his body. They had just met, but it seemed as though they had been together for eternity. They cuddled and she suddenly noticed that his arms were resting on her breast. She let out a soft moan of approval before her brain could catch up to her body. He squeezed a little harder and she replied by doing the same to his arms.

He leaned into her and softly kissed her exposed neck. She responded by turning her face a little, giving him access to kiss her cheeks. He did not hesitate and he kissed her on her jaw. Soft little kisses, but they were very wet and very sensual. He continued kissing her as she turned her head more and more, offering him greater access to her. All pretenses were gone now; they were kissing as new lovers often do. These were kisses of exploration, the passion would follow later but for now they were just getting to know each other’s sensual nature. His kisses were stronger now, more determined and she enjoyed giving total control to this wonderful man. She turned her had as far as she could offering him her lips.




Serendipity at the Plaza



His lips touched her and sparks flew. He could feel her soul through this first kiss. Her body fully relaxed pushing against his to take this kiss she seemed to want so much. Her lips parted easily. Her mouth eagerly took the exploration by his tongue. Her mouth opened wide enough to be fully accepting, her tongue welcomed the touch of his. Their bodies were beginning to know each other through this kiss. She turned around, breaking her kiss with him only for a moment, the eagerly re-engaging in this first kiss.

She knew that in a moment or two she was going to have to make a decision and once she did, there would be no turning back. Either way she decided it would plot the course for the rest of her night. She tried to convince herself that she had the control and that she could decide to end the kiss and walk away. She tried to think about the work she should be doing, and of Anna waiting for her at the Bistro, but none of it worked. She knew, truly knew, that this man had gotten further than she had intended and she was so glad she finally was being honest with herself. She wanted him and she hoped that he wanted her as much.

He finished kissing her lips by taking her lower lip into his mouth and gently caressing it with his tongue. Long soft strokes from one side of her lip to the other and then back again. She kissed him softly as he paid attention to her lip. When he let go of her lip, she leaned back to catch her breath. She was a little concerned about her nipples being hard and whether or not he would see and notice them. Part of her wanted him to see the effect he was having on her, but the other part of her – the modest part – knew that she would feel more comfortable if he didn’t notice.

He watched her pull away from him; it was almost in slow motion. He could see that she had been as affected by the kiss as he had been. She touched a part of him that he usually kept in reserve. She had cut right through all his defenses and took him places in his mind that she had not earned the right to visit. Yet he was happy about how he felt. Her soft face looked even softer, more relaxed. Her golden locks softly blowing on the breeze gave her a mythical specter. He could feel his heart pounding and that feeling in his belly he knew so well. He was truly enjoying her and wanted this to turn into a very memorable night for the two of them.

He reached for her face and caressed it softly, letting his fingers find their way around to the nape of her neck and caressing further down her shoulders and back closer to him, to the point where he was caressing her collarbones. Her blouse had parted just enough to reveal the soft tanned skin over the upper part of body. He was caressing more for the pleasure of seeing her this way, than for the pleasure he was sure she was getting from his touch. Somehow he knew that she could sense his pleasure and this was pleasing to her.

“You have the most wonderful touch,” she said leaning forward and putting her arms around his shoulders, and softly kissing his face at first and then moving her lips onto his and kissing him very passionately. Her tongue reached for his and caressed it tenderly. She could sense his surrender to her passion and took full advantage of the moment. His hands had moved to her back and hand found that her shirt had come untucked allowing him to caress the small of her back, sending shivers up and down her spine. She let the first few embers build heat in her until all her senses were afire with desire for this man.

“Oooh…” Cristina whispered her pleasure into Terry’s ear. Her moan softly escaping her lips as though it was being released from indenture. Her moans had always been so controlled, kept so deep within her that this moment was truly a release, a joyous moment for her. It was far more than the strength she felt in his shoulders, the softness she felt in his touch. It was all about her ability to be herself with Terry and to be with a man that had no expectations and no past with her to cloud their relationship. His kisses were tender and inviting. She released all her inhibitions.

“Cristina, Oh Cristina…” he understood the gift she was giving him and did not want to waste it. He caressed the bare skin around her lower back and reached up her blouse to let his full hand feel the warmth of her skin. His fingertips softly, almost tickling, caressed their way down to the waistband of her suite and his fingers slid down further down letting her know he wanted more, but never forcing his way. She somehow made it easier for his hand to go further down and taking the willing hint, caressed the very top edge of her buttock, the very sensitive area at the end of her spine.

“Oh, Terry, you are such a tease,” she spoke into his neck as she buried her face and started kissing his neck. She could feel his explorations and gave him all the purposeful hints she could conceive. She kissed his neck and let her tongue taste his salty skin. She wondered what it would be like – recognizing that she did not let the complete thought form in her mind: not just yet!

Their embrace grew stronger, more meaningful and more intimate. He took her release exactly the way she meant it, and he fought through his own doubts. He let his actions be guided by her desires and recognized that this night and this woman had complete and irreversible control over him and his emotions. He let his hands move forward, to gently cup her breast and upon receiving her welcoming sigh unbuttoned her blouse gaining better access to her. He gently slid his hands under the material of the blouse, and under the lacy edging on her bra. He felt the soft plumpness of her breast in his hands and kept probing till his fingers reached her now erect nipples.

The touch of his hand in such a personal place sent a blast of feelings roaring through her entire body culminating – finally – on her clit. She enjoyed the sensation and the casualness with which he touched her. Like a man who had been with her for years, he knew exactly how to prepare her for the moment of his touch. She sensed that he understood her, not women, just her. He was such a gentle man, who enjoyed her company and did not need the tenderness to be turn into sex. Yet she knew that he would enjoy making love to her, almost as much as she would enjoy making love to him.

He leaned into her hair and took a deep breath. As he did so, he softly pinched her nipple to give her a similar sensation as her vanilla scent was giving him. He softly, very tenderly, unbuttoned her blouse. As each button was undone it revealed more and more of her lacy front snap half-cup bra. He caressed the outline of the lace and let his fingers gently caress her tender skin. His fingernails brushing softly as though he was afraid to bruise the tender wings of a newborn butterfly; one whose wings are still gaining strength and have yet to taste the freedom of open flight. His heart was pounding, almost trying to break out of the confinement of his chest. It wanted to let her see how he felt. He swallowed hard trying to regain control over his feelings and his desire.

Her eyes locked on his, ignoring what his hands were doing. His eyes did not dart back and forth as eyes tend to do when two people are this close together. Instead his eyes were steady and held her gaze in a gentle embrace taking in all that she would give him. His fingers continued to caress her, almost softly enough to tickle her, yet it felt warm to her and he took her message of longing and continued. His fingers traced her collarbones – so small and fine he was afraid to hurt her. He wondered if her delicate frame could handle the weight of his body, then realized that she was made for him and only him. He continued to caress and started down the edge of her ribcage. His touch so soft she could not wait any longer so her hand – as though it had a mind of its own – caressed his arm and gently held his hand. She hungered for his touch, totally forgetting that they were both on top of the tower and that hundreds of people were just below them walking to and fro, talking and carrying on their lives. In this moment there was nothing else but the caress of his fingers and the gentle touch of her hand.

“I love the way you touch me,” she said in a hoarse and raspy voice. The sounds of her own voice surprised her. It revealed much more than she had wanted it to but realized that she did not want to hide anything from him. She leaned into him and kissed his mouth. A full and passionate kiss reinforced by the passion of her embrace on him. She kissed his chin, and turned her face and kissed down his neck. The fires inside of her started a rage. It was a rage that was fueled by his passion and her hormones, which were aroused by his loving caresses. She let the passion explode in her mind. A warm moist feeling engulfed her brain, like a down comforter on a cold winter’s morning. Cristina realized that the warmth was not only coating her brain, but was also coating her most inner and secret of passages. She knew this warmth but never quite to this extreme. 

“Your skin is so soft, it begs to be touched gently, and your body calls to my touch in such a way that I cannot resist pleasing you,” he whispered as their lips parted and the kiss came to an end. His voice had taken a deeper tone; softer and gentler than anything she had heard. The strength of his persona was still there, but it was totally subdued by the desire to please her.

Cristina continued to kiss down his neck to his chest and as she unbuttoned his shirt, she gave him a warm and wet kiss for each button. She nuzzled to his chest hair and let it caress her face, the way his hands were caressing her back reaching for the bottom of her blouse and pulling it fully free to allow his hands full access to her skin. She moved his shirt to one side and took one of his manly nipples in her mouth. Her lips caressing it as her tongue flicked it. It sent a new sensation of pleasure racing through his body. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her tight against his chest. Her arms reached around his body and squeezed him. They stood there in a pleasurable embrace for a long moment and let the feelings sink into their bodies.

The electricity of the moment drove both of them to a new level of desire for each other. A thought of pleasure racing through their minds, the only question left was which one of them was going to act first. Terry broke the impasse by getting her to her feet and kneeling before her. His head rested on her belly with both his arms around her waist. He let his hands slowly fall to cup her cheeks and heard her moan softly. He kissed her belly and his hands swiftly undid her belt and unfastened the waistband of her pants. Cristina realized that in a mere moment her pants were going to be down around her ankles that he would see her matching lacy thong and that it too would be off of her quickly. She longed for the moment when she would feel his kisses and his caress on the skin of the most private of her body parts.

Terry did not disappoint her. His first kiss was on the very top edge of the thong’s waistband and he laid a string of wet, tender kisses all around her hips. He slowly worked down her naked thigh, she leaned back on the banister and kicked off one leg of her pants freeing her legs to give him the most open access she could. She wanted to be kissed right on her lips and knew that he would give her what she wanted.

Terry’s nose move the fabric to one side and his kissing moved from her thigh to her mons pubis where she had a beautifully trimmed tuft of hair. It was almost in the shape of a heart and he kissed it; over and over again he kissed all around the outline of her heart of hair. He stopped at the bottom and started to kiss lower and lower until his lips were on hers. His tongue softly parted her lips and she let out a sigh as though to imply he had both waited too long and not long enough. She appreciated the foreplay of his kissing and soft caresses, but at this moment she needed relief from the fire raging inside of her.

His first kiss was the same as their first kiss: tentative. His second kiss was met with the upward thrust of her hips, opening up her legs and her lips to welcome his deep, exploratory, French kiss. His tongue expertly caressing the inside of the lips, tracing the full outline of her labia, not leaving a single solitary nerve ending unattended. Her lips were the only things on his mind yet his hands never stopped caressing her naked cheeks and sometimes exploring deeper with her sensual split. His fingers were not only pleasuring her cheeks but also occasionally dipping down and caressing the bottom of the opening to her soul. She enjoyed the mixed attention and lowered her hands to cup his head. Running her fingers through his hair she enjoyed the sensation of completely giving into this man, and yet controlling his every move by the reactions of her body and the soft moans that continued to escape.

“Oh, God Terry…” she let the words float in space. Every once in a while realizing that she was being made love to in a public place where they could be caught at any moment. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her bloodstream full of adrenaline and her head full of lustful passion, a passion fully directed at him. She was completely giving into this lust of hers and knew that she would not have to hold back with him that she could voice her passion and that he would take her encouragement and give her pleasure in return. This relative stranger was freeing her from years of quiet love, quiet passion, and quiet pleasure. She could explore her full lust and have no regret – even if they were caught because of it!

Terry let her words caress his ears and let his tongue flick the hood of her clit. Her lips darted away from his touch leaving the tip of her clit fully exposed. He sucked it into his mouth and let his tongue enter her private love canal and slowly retracted it caressing every square millimeter of the space between the inner edges of her body to the tip of her clit. He sensed her let out a hoarse pleasure grunt and felt her fingers grip his hair and pull him in deeper into her. He did not resist, in fact he pushed his way deeper, and sucked a little harder repeating the long strokes that brought her so much pleasure. 

Cristina released the nectar that would drive his desire. She gave him all of her and held nothing back. She ground his face into her crotch pushing him deeper, begging him to please her. Her hands hovered over his head as though pleading for more pleasure, yet never touching him. She caressed the air as she leaned further back. A smile never fading from her face, and the groans and grunts of pleasure cheering him on like no one had ever done for him. Her voice was husky; her lust so evident that all he wanted to do was pleasing her. The more exited they got, the more the muscles on her belly quivered. Her diamond studded belly button barbell caught faint rays of light and shone them onto his eyes. His eyes would not move from her face. He looked for that occasional glance from her, looking at him feasting on her.

Terry’s muscular frame had no problem lifting her legs over his shoulders and lifting Cristina up from her perch. He backed her up against one of the columns to give her something to lean against, his arms supporting her back as his tongue entered her more deeply. Her love canal was fully open to him in this position. Her hands cupped her naked breast and pinched her own nipples. She wanted to feel that electricity that always flowed from her nipples to her clitoris and as her body delivered pleasure a groan came from deep inside of her and escaped into the night air. Letting Terry know she was fully consumed by her lust. 

Her thoughts raced from sexual pleasure to old inhibitions, old restraints she had always placed on herself. It wasn’t polite to for a lady to sound out so loudly. She was not supposed to let a man know how much she desired him. She was not supposed to make noise. Noise was the ultimate taboo for her. Yet on this man’s powerful shoulders and up high in this tower she let herself be who she was. A normal and sensual being that understood who she was, and what she wanted. She needed this orgasm, not for him, but for herself!

Terry moved one arm from her back and started to cup her cheeks. Holding her ass in midair was such a pleasure. She had the nicest ass cheeks he’d ever held in his hands, and she was not reluctant to let him know that it was so pleasurable to her. His fingers roamed past her rear entry and his tongue dove deep into her, searching for that soft spot right at the entrance to her body. His lips sucked her clit and his finger toyed with her anus.

“Terry, you are driving me crazy. My God that feels so good! Don’t stop baby, don’t stop,” she cried into the night. Terry understood her mounting desire and concentrated on fingering her rear passage, pumping her at the same rhythm his tongue was stroking her lit.

“That’s it! That’s it, keep it up and I’ll cum…” she whispered hoarsely. 

She grabbed his hair and pulled him into her, forcing a rhythm that accentuated her pleasure. She was now in control, from her perilous perch on his shoulders. The fire in her belly started to erupt. She knew what it meant and she knew exactly how to drive herself mad with desire. Terry would have none of it. He too knew where she was and what he needed to do to her. His efforts doubled and he quickened the pace of his tongue and his finger. He drove deep inside her rear and she loved the fullness she felt inside. She knew that later she would enjoy and even fuller pressure driving deep inside her, and the picture forming in her mind drove her crazy. She saw him driving her from behind as she looked at the people walking below them and right at that moment felt the fullness of the fire in her belly begin to erupt throughout her body. 

Terry noticed that she was holding her breath and wondered how long it had been since her last breath. Her legs had gone from being limp on his shoulders to being stiff and sticking straight back behind him. The grip on his hair had not eased. All of this told him she was about to have an orgasm. He knew this was hers, like his was going to be all for him when he drove into her beautifully feminine body. He felt her legs clamp on his back pulling him in, her body stiff with pleasure she was ready!

“Oh… God… oh…yes…” she groaned and lost total control of her body. She had no intention of holding back. She gave him a full orgasmic spectacle. Her hands reached back to the column she was resting on and her belly rose high up onto his face. Sparks and shocks coursed through her body as the spasms of her own orgasm took over. She bucked and groaned so loudly that people down on the street must have heard her. She didn’t care; she wanted the whole world to hear her orgasmic pleasure. No more would she hold back for anyone. She was a fully sensual woman with no inhibitions about her sexual pleasures.

Her orgasm subsided and she let Terry enjoy the spoils of his labor. She fed him all the cum she could push out with her vaginal muscles and he did not waste a drop of her. He held her up high so she could give him all of her nectar. She reached for the back of his head and pulled herself to embrace him and he responded by French kissing her lower lips with sincere passion. He truly enjoyed her and she was happy to see him get this much joy.

He let her down from his shoulders and kissed her full lips. She could taste her own cum on his lips, could smell herself on his face and knew that in the morning he would still be able to smell her. She opened her mouth to accept his advances and took his tongue in her lips, softly caressing it as he kissed her. Her tongue tasted his pleasure. They silently broke the embrace and he turned her around, as she knew he would. She leaned over the stone railing and spread her legs to give him full access to everything he wanted.




Serendipity at the Plaza



Terry knelt behind her and kissed her cheeks. Kissing her crack and liking up and down. Her lips were so swollen that every lick sent fire up and down her spine. He liked her rear entrance, her ass opening wide to grant him full access. He lubricated her with his spit and she knew he was going to force his way into that tight opening. He would pop her ass cherry and she would let him.

He stood behind her. She reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks to let him know that it was acceptable for him to fuck her that way. He teased her ass with the tip of his cock. She let out a moan and pushed back. Terry took that opportunity to dive down and to enter her love box. Her lips were so lubricated by the way he ate her that he slid right in. He pumped his cock deep into her and she let out a cry of sheer pleasure. He started again, by pulling out all the way and then pushing back into her. The full length of his member drove into her cunt. Each thrust met with a grunt of pleasure. He picked up speed, but never stopped stroking the full length. She liked feeling the rubbing deep inside and he was not going to cheat her.

Terry knew that she was driving into him with lustful strokes of her own. She meant to give him pleasure the way that he had given it to her earlier. He wanted this to last longer than it appeared it was going to last – the fire in his groin was not going to subside, if he didn’t do something. He decided to look out over the city, her body silhouetted against the lights of the Plaza. The people walking to the fountain making wishes and dropping coins before walking back. He wanted to have the full feeling of this very special moment.

Cristina noticed the slowing of his thrusts and realized that he wanted to enjoy her. He was not going to simply pile drive her to the point where he came and then have the moment end. She instinctively understood that this man was not just having sex with her; he was devouring every pleasure this moment with her had to offer. She too looked at the people beneath them and saw young lovers making wishes. She watched a beautiful Asian couple cross the street. She felt Terry’s stroke reach the edge of her cervix sending a sharp spark of pleasure throughout her body. She noticed them hold hands and admired the union she and Terry had at this particular moment. It was closer than those two had. It was a complete union and not just a touching. He was touching her soul with every gentle stroke. An Asian couple paused for a moment, looked at the fountain, held a coin in their hands together and after a second or two tossed the coin in the fountain.

Terry had been watching them too, and just as they held their coin he too made a wish for the coin to carry into the fountain. He drove his cock deep inside of her, put his hands on her shoulders and caressed her. His hands slowly move toward the small of her back. As his hands reached her hips he grabbed her and pulled her hard against him. His stroking picked up speed again and this time he was not going to be able to stop. He drove her hard. He pounded her and she started to buck against him. She was going to cum again and if he worked it just right he would be able to cum right after her.

She felt that urge to push, to pull to drive herself onto that cock that was so pleasurably inside of her. Her eyes closed, her breathing stopped. She wanted it, and she wanted it right now. Something magical had happened when those two tossed the coin into the fountain and she was not going to waste it. She pounded and groaned. She groaned louder and pushed.

“Fuck me! Oh, god Terry, fuck me hard…” she pleaded.

Terry pulled her and pumped into her frenetically. His desire drove him deeper and closer to his own orgasm. She responded by exploding all over his cock with a loud groan. She came! She came over and over, and her lubrication was warm and soft. It gave him that velvety feeling that drove him mad with lust. As she slowed her own bucking he pulled out of her. She would have none of it. She had worked too hard for him to spill his seed on her back. She wanted that warm feeling inside of her and would not let him waste it.

Cristina reached back and grabbed his engorged member and guided it into her rear. He took the suggestive move and slowly started to enter her. She was not afraid of his cock, so she pushed hard against him popping her own ass cherry and letting out a small cry of pain mixed with pleasure.

“Fuck it! Fuck my ass, Terry. I want to feel you cum inside me,” she said.

Terry’s head was on fire. He always loved the idea of fucking a woman this way, but had never actually had the opportunity to punch his way into her the way she had taken him. It was obvious that Cristina’s own lust drove her actions and that that moment of pain was worth it. She did not want to interrupt the build up to his orgasm. She took him deep in her ass and squeezed his cock with everything she had. She was milking him and he surrendered to the taboo driven lust in his own heart and mind. He pounded her. His hips slapping her cheeks so loud that people on the street must be able to hear. He noticed that the Asian couple he and Cristina had been watching had stopped on the edge of the curb and was looking up at them.

“They are looking at us,” Cristina told him and added, “god that’s so hot…”

Terry slapped her ass harder with his hips as Cristina’s hand reached under and caressed her own clit. She drove her fingers in circles driving her own fires, watching those two on the street looking up at them.

There they were – those fires in his groin that would not be stopped. He felt the energy burst that an upcoming orgasm gives you. He hammered into her and her hips thrust back at him. They were caught up in the moment and their lust was in full control of their actions. Cristina let out a loud pleasureful moan that was unmistakable. Terry matched it.

“I’m cumming…” Terry howled into the night.

“Oh, god… I’m cumming with you,” Cristina’s voice so hoarse Terry could hardly make out her words.

Terry’s cock exploded into her hungry ass. Cristina’s sphincter squeezed his cock and milked it for all he was worth. She wanted his cum in her and she was not going to be cheated out of that pleasure. Terry drove into her, stopped, and pulled out slowly. He did this several times to let her take all of him inside of her. They worked together to make his orgasm as pleasurable as they could. When he was done, he slowly pulled out of her. She rose up on the tip of her toes to make it last as long as she could. She pushed off the rail thrusting her back into him. Terry accepted the gift of her hunger and pushed back into the warmth of her body one more time. He put his arms around her and cuddled against her back as he slowly pulled out of her for the last time.

Cristina turned around in his arms and kissed his lips.

“I love what you did to me,” she said and kissed him again, this time the passion had subsided and was replaced by a very tender and loving kiss.

“I loved making love to you like this,” he answered and kissed her back.

They both put their clothes back on and made sure they each looked presentable. Terry picked up the almost forgotten plate of cheesecake and fed her and kissed her cheeks to accent the pleasure of feeding her; her eyes fixed on his.

“We better be getting back,” Cristina said almost too softly for him to hear, then added “I was supposed to meet Anna at the bistro.

“Yeah, and I have to get my car for tomorrow.” He said, but was unable to hide the sadness in his voice.

“Where are you staying?” she asked, realizing that he did not want this night to end any more than she did.

“I’m staying at the Fairmont. You?” he asked, this time with a warm smile on his lips. He hoped that she would tell him where she was staying; which would mean she was interested in continuing the affair just a little longer.

“Me too,” she said and gave him her room number. Her heart was pounding. She had been hoping that he would be interested in continuing their encounter a little later that night. She felt a sudden surge of energy course all through her body. She thought about the incredible sensations she had felt on the tower and wondered if a second time with Terry would be as good – or would it be even better?

They finished the cheesecake and walked down to the street – their hands intertwined – and to the bistro. She noticed that Anna was sitting at the bar and decided that it was best not to meet her with Terry - there would be too many questions. So they kissed one last time, she made it a point to say they would meet in her room later that night, and both resumed their original plans.

“Anna,” Cristina called out.

“Cristina! Hi, where have you been?” Anna said as she turned around: her black hair swinging in the air, her eyes bright and happy. Anna was a stunningly beautiful Asian American woman dressed very casually in tight jeans and a white top covered by a light brown leather jacket.

“I want you to meet someone,” Anna said and motioned to the Asian man sitting next to her at the bar; then added “let me introduce you to my fiancé, Li Chin”

Li turned away from the beer he was nursing and looked up at Cristina. There was a moment’s hesitation in his turn, when he first saw her face. But it was only a fleeting moment before he regained his composure; the only tell tale sign was a slight grin on his face – barely noticeable.

The lump in Cristina’s throat finally loosened enough for her to croak out an almost passable, “Hi Li,” she cleared her throat again, then added “very nice to meet you.” By this time she had fully regained her composure. Just in time to notice the devilishly knowing smile on Anna’s face.

Cristina realized that this had the potential of being a very interesting night.

The End



Serendipity: Blondie



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Most of my stories are largely based on real events that occurred in my misspent youth. Some of course are just fantasies, but even these usually have a seed of truth behind them, that sparked the fantasy. And of course I'm not a good enough writer to create people like these. Most are based on real people, or occasionally combinations of people. Of course the names have been change to protect the guilty.

The Serendipity series is different. These are my non-fiction stories, as accurate as possible, with just the slightest artistic license thrown in to make the stories flow. I've played with the idea for years, and over the last half-dozen years had a few worthy experiences, which I may go back and document.

Today however, I had a truly mind blowing time, and I sat down to record it, and share it with you, my readers. This was my day. I think you'll agree it was worth putting down on paper.

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I attended day two of the Learning Annex wealth expo today. Truth is most of it is just a pitch by VERY good presenters, who describe this incredible system for wealth, that only they know, and for a price, which they'll reveal at the end of each "workshop," they'll be willing to share it.

I really enjoy it because if you listen and pay attention, you can learn a lot. Then if you go out and do a little research on your own, you can do the same things they try to sell you, for a minimal cost on your own. I learned some good stuff about legal structure for asset protection in real-estate. I have several rental properties, and even though I KNOW what I SHOULD be doing, I still haven't set up everything in the legal form I should. One workshop alone gave me the whole blueprint for what I should be doing. They offered to sell me the forms to make it easy, for only $5995, but I'm pretty sure just a little research can get me the same things, if not for free, then for just a couple of hundred bucks. Good stuff.

I was also looking forward to the Keynote speakers - Tony Robbins on Day 1 and Donald Trump on Day 2. Tony Robbins was pre-recorded, but it was pretty good anyway. Now it was time for "The Donald". He'd been announced as getting there 1/2 an hour late, so there should be no hurry to get a seat.

I was a little delayed getting to the Hall where he was going to speak, but my red VIP badge got me past the "velvet rope" down to the front 10 rows, which were looking pretty full. The hall was split up into a bunch of sections during the day, with large cloth panels used to separate the VIP purchase area from the hoi-poloi, and to make virtual rooms to one side and the other, as well as to create a backstage area.

One of the ushers waved me over, pointing to one of the few open seats left. I "excuse-me"d down to the spot, and wedged myself in between two attractive women, a blonde on my left and a brunette on my right. Because we were sitting in the rightmost section of the seats, the main podium was over to my left as well. As such you tended to sit turned in your seat a bit, for a more natural view, which placed the brunette "behind" me and the blonde in "front" of me. 

Now I'm not a little guy. Not huge, but my shoulders are a good bit wider than most. And at 220 lbs, I'm mostly muscle, though a good way from having 'abs of steel'. The biggest problem is I'm wide. W-I-D-E. Really wide in the shoulders with a 48 inch chest. My Hawaiian heritage. It makes for uncomfortable seating in coach-class on airplanes, and in places like this, where the chairs are locked together, and they're all made for 118# weaklings, and little things, like the size 2 women on either side of me. 

A speaker was just finishing up, and when he went into pitch mode, I asked the blonde "How was he?"

"I don't know, I just got here a minute ago too. I'm here for Trump." 

Let me get this out up front. I'm a horn-dog, with an addiction to women. I love blondes. And Brunettes. Redheads too. Girls with black hair, purple hair, pink hair all work for me. I'd probably even enjoy a bald girl. If I do I'll let you know.

I'm a married man (I know, shame on me). Happily married to a woman devoted to me, who spoils me terribly. And I have an incredible daughter who is the light of my life. But there is that addiction, and I could feel the symptoms coming on.

"What are you here for? At the Expo, I mean," I asked her, surreptitiously taking in her pretty face, turned up nose, cute eyeglasses, and pinned up blonde hair. Her hands were free of any rings.

"Mostly just hanging out," she told me.

It seemed kind of odd. It cost a couple of hundred bucks to 'hang-out' in the VIP section, less if you signed up early and were on the right mailing list. Maybe a $100. But still pricey for "hanging out."

Even stranger was the way she was sitting. There was another pretty big black guy sitting on the other side of her, and he had all his materials from the day on the floor between his legs, forcing him to sit with his legs open. As soon as I sat down, she moved away from him, leaving a couple of inches gap, and scooted up right next to me, her side pressed against mine. Then she turned away and watched the stage. 

We were quiet for a bit, and I tried to start a conversation again. A glutton for punishment, I do this a lot. I like people. I like to talk to people. I guess I'm a bit of an extrovert sometimes. And in a setting like this, anybody could be a great networking contact.

"What do you do?" I asked.

She spoke softly, and I had to bend down to hear her. Damn, she smelled good too. "I own my own business, how about you?" she answered.

"Some real-estate investment, some writing, a real-life job I wouldn't mind ditching. I'm thinking of getting into a gig like this - professional speaking." I told her.

She patted me on the leg, a pretty friendly thing to do, I thought, then said, "Will you save my seat for me while I go take a smoke break?"

"Absolutely. I wouldn't dream of letting anyone else sit next to me." I told her with my most charming boyish smile, which seldom works, but you can't fault a guy for trying.

She patted me on the arm again, giving it a little squeeze, and then eased her way past me and out the row, with a green pack of Salems in her hand. She left her tote bag with all her materials, so I didn't think she was just blowing me off nicely.

As she walked by, I took the time to check more of her out. Definitely a looker, with a light zip-up sweatshirt (unzipped) over a scoop-neck white tee, and a blue jean skirt that hugged her very pleasant looking hips. She had long slender legs, that ended in ankle-high white socks and a pair of black canvas sneakers. Looked like Converse. I estimated her age in the early 20's. Yeah, I know, I'm a dirty old man, getting worked up over a girl 1/2 my age.

I turned to see what the brunette was up to, only to see that she was in a heated conversation with the guy next to her who had his arm around her. Pretty, but taken. No progress there. 

I looked around a bit, and realized the guy in front of me, actually in front of the empty seat next to me, had been in another workshop with me and we'd had a nice chat. I tapped him on the shoulder, renewed our acquaintance, and asked him about the legal workshop we'd both attended, mostly to see if he'd bought the program. He was leaning towards it, and if he had, I was considering offering to split the price with him, to get to work with it. Not worth going into, because he hadn't bought it. A little more conversation, with his buddy chiming in, and before I knew it, my blonde neighbor was returning. I sat back in my chair to let her by, and she sat back down, once again sidling right up next to me. I mean close contact.

I have to tell you this was definitely new territory for me. I've known friendly women, and aggressive women, but this woman just seemed to like pressing against me. My mind was spinning trying to figure this out, it wasn't something in my known realm of experiences, and not to brag, but I have had my share. 

[I had second thoughts about using this experience to start my "Serendipity" series. I'm really trying to keep the stories as real as possible, and this behavior was certainly unreal to me. So I'll just leave it to you, the reader. You can believe it, or just enjoy it for it's pure titillation. But I digress...]

I continued talking to Martin, and his friend whose name I never caught. After a bit the pretty blonde joined in the conversation, and we just rambled while waiting for Donald Trump's segment to begin. I had a choice of sitting with my arms crossed, and shoulders pulled in, or taking up half the seats on either side of me. But I could also turn a bit in the seat, and put my arm behind the seat to my side, which I did, especially easy since we were in the last VIP row, and there was an open space behind us with the barrier between us and the green-badgers. 

"Blondie" must have considered this some kind of invitation. She turned even more into me, and turned her head, resting it on my shoulder. She took several opportunities to pat me on the leg and arm again. I've read a few books on body behavior, and everything I know tells me this was a sign that I could be more forward, but I was still very hesitant. It seemed a spectacularly weird place to be hitting on a strange woman. But my little head was starting to wake up and do part of the thinking for me. 

The lights started to go down, implying the start of the next program, and Martin and his friend turned back around, facing forward. Blondie, whose name I still hadn't gotten, leaned forward to take off her sweat-jacket, revealing bare shoulders, and a nice pair of breasts, if on the smallish side. She patted me on the leg again, her hand lingering, and she gave a squeeze. 

"This should be good to hear," she admitted. She was turned a bit in her seat, facing the podium and leaning into me, fully half her weight pressed against me. I could smell the baby-powder she'd used early in the day, and the slight hint of where the long day of sitting in cramped quarters was finally winning the battle against her deodorant. The smell of her was getting me even hotter, it was going to be hard to pay attention to Trump. He'd better be good.

I was able to look over her shoulder, and had a pretty good view into her shirt. I'm not a giant at 6'1", but I have a long torso, and when seated I tend to be a head above those around me. It gave for a great vantage point to look her over. Not a lot of cleavage, but I could clearly see her red bra, which had a big red flower, better than an inch across, right where the cup met the strap.

The show helpers were walking down the aisle, passing out signs for us. These read "Trump for President", the ones that we got, at least. There were other ones being passed around, one said "You're FIRED", and there was at least one other one.

My pretty blonde neighbor took out a marker and started writing on her sign. She wrote "Divorced" over TRUMP, and "Is So" between the words TRUMP and For. Then she wrote "Cool" between For and President. I wasn't sure what that message was. 

"He is divorced, right?" She asked me, again patting my leg. My leg was beginning to really like that, as my little head reminded me.

"Twice. Ivana, and Marla Maples. He's married again since then." I told her.

"I don't watch much TV." She said, putting down her pen, holding her sign in her lap, and resting her near hand on my knee.

I was really confused. Was she just friendly? Was she coming on to me? What was going on? "She wants you," the little head told me, encouraging my addiction. "Don't be such a pussy!"

She reached up to loosen her hair, and took the bun out. She started to twist it back up, and my little head spoke aloud for the first time, putting words in my mouth. "Leave your hair down," I told her softly. It's something that's worked for me before in the pursuit of females. I've found that if they're interested, they often like a bit of harmless dominance. Tell them to do something innocuous. Let your hair down. Take off that coat. Finish your drink. Write this down. Some silly little comment that you expect them to obey. If they do, you're often on your way to success.

She hesitated, with both hands over her head, her hair half twisted, and an elastic in her other hand. She slowly let her hair back down, and dropped the elastic into her tote bag, then shook her hair out.

At this point the president of the Learning Annex came on stage to announce that The Donald was in the building, and we started a chant of Trump, Trump, Trump, lead by the show workers on stage. A bevy of about a dozen typical Dallas beauties, and a couple of guys.

Donald came on stage to lights and explosions, and thousands of gold foil rectangles burst out over the audience, and trickled down while Donald took his place at the podium. While the clapping continued the gold streamers fell among us, and one landed in her hair. I reached over and plucked it out, handing it to her, and then stroked her hair back into place. It didn't need the stroking, but I did.

Unlike Tony Robbins who wanted you to stand through his whole bit, Trump told us all to sit. Then he started talking about how the show people knew how to "Feed his addiction", and he asked the guys to leave the stage, leaving all the pretty girls behind him. I immediately knew that The Donald and I were kindred souls, sharing that common addiction.

Blondie was sitting leaning against me once more, her right arm casually laid across my left leg, her hand dangling between my legs, near my knees. My partner in crime between my legs was fully awake now, uncomfortably so, looking to stretch out.

Donald was talking about the beautiful women of Dallas, getting lots of cheers from the audience, including from the girls beside me. He went on to say he hated makeup, but when the makeup girl here asked if he needed any, how could he say no? He then called her out on stage, and a gorgeous latino girl with the classic Plano, store bought breasts walked out on stage and he called her over, looking for a hug. Damn, I was jealous. The man had game. I'm sure a few Billion in the bank didn't hurt.

Then he pointed out another pretty woman in the front row holding up his book. She stood up and he invited her on stage. I'd sat behind this girl the day before, a six foot tall Amazon, just graduated from college. She had long very blonde hair, and was a stunner. He kept her on stage, while she asked some silly self-serving question, and he commented again how beautiful our women were, and complained that he was being setup, everyone here know of his "addiction." Again he got laughs and cheers from the crowd. He kept her up there for a couple of minutes, hugged her and whispered to her (a hotel room number, maybe?), then she went off stage, but not back to her seat.

"It's a good thing he can't see you." I told my blonde friend softly. "You'd never get off stage."

She giggled and turned her face a bit to me. "You think so?"

I looked down at her open neck, and saw one of the gold streamers had fallen against her skin. Not quite in her cleavage, but under her neck. I reached forward, brazenly, and slowly lifted it free, letting the heal of my hand rest on her breast for just a moment. I held out the piece of gold foil for her, which she took in her left hand, her other still lying comfortable across my leg. She dropped it in her tote bag.

"Absolutely," I told her. 

The lights were down, and Donald was starting to tell his stories. They were pretty interesting, giving us a little of his history. My new found fantasy was still leaning into me, comfortably with her head on my shoulder. Her hand on my leg was idly drawing little circles on my inside thigh, just above my knee, and I was uncomfortably hard. I was turned, my arm behind the seats, just hanging down. I brought it up to rest on the back of her chair, my hand softly touching her bare shoulder. She didn't flinch or turn away. 

Donald was talking politics a bit and mentioned getting in trouble for using Condi Rice and "bitch" in the same sentence. He went on to talk about how he wasn't calling her a bitch, just the opposite. He wanted a hard-boiled negotiator, someone who looked polished and professional but could be a bitch when needed. He didn't think that Condi had it in her. When he talked about professional appearance, he pointed out the suits that many were wearing, and the professional looking women down in front. 

My little head took completely over again. I reached across and my fingers, with almost a life of their own, slipped into the edge of her shirt, giving a little tug on her bright red bra, underneath her demure white shirt. I held the red rose in my fingers, and teased her. "Professional dress?"

"Bitch in the boardroom, devil in the bedroom," she answered, giving my leg a squeeze.

I tucked the bra-strap away, letting my thumb graze her cleavage, expecting to get shot down any moment. Instead her hand slid half-way up my leg, only a couple of inches away from the jackpot.

Donald started into his diatribe against that "awful ugly creature, the ugliest thing on TV, physically and mentally," none other then Rosie. "She could never have come from Dallas." In the meantime my blood was boiling. I opened my legs a hair, pressing against hers, and I let my arm far arm cross hers in my lap, applying light pressure to get her to slide up further on my leg. I was holding the sign we'd been given, effectively hiding my lap, and her hand slowly gave under the slight pressure, easing up my leg, until her hand was resting against my balls, and my hard-on pressing against her wrist.

"You're enjoying the show," she said softly, without turning her head. Then she gave her hand a little twist and cupped my balls, giving a gentle squeeze. 

I slid my hand on the back of the seat under her hair, cupping her neck, and massaging gently. I couldn't resist this amazing vixen.

I leaned in, right to her ear. "I've got to have you. It's killing me."

She turned to look at me. "I really wanted to hear Donald," she said, but her hand stroked my hardness.

I reached down and took her hand off my crotch, (blasphemy!), and stood, her hand in mine. I pulled her to her feet. "You'll hear him." Then I walked out of that row, glad that I was wearing an untucked Hawaiian shirt, which partially hid my state. She followed along, her hand moist in mine. 

My mind was running a mile a minute. I thought I had a great chance to do something with this girl, but where? How? I looked over the area we were in, debated trying to get behind the large curtains that separated the stage and the area behind it from the rest of the room. The main entrance was filled almost to capacity with people standing and watching. However the opposite end of the hall from the main entrance was in complete dark. It had been used as part of the registration from some of the classes, and was now shut down, with a rope preventing the back, general admission area from passing through. However on the VIP side of the ropes, there was a space to enter that area. And I decided to give it a shot. All this ran through my mind during the few seconds it took to scoot past the half-dozen people in our row.

I walked confidently past the workers, all eyes on Trump, and out of the immediate Keynote area, past the cloth temporary walls, into a large dark space, somewhat broken up by tables and barriers. Turning to my right was a hall made of these portable walls, maybe four feet across, where people were funneled into a side area during the normal workshops. As we passed the end, I gave the beautiful target of my lust a little tug past me, then turned, moved a folding chair further into the area, and pulled the far wall sideways at an angle, closing off that end. I looked the space over, and thought I could make it even more private. I released her hand, walked the twenty feet to the other end, which ended by a pair of closed doors, and pulled that section closed. Now we were in a closed section, almost a long narrow room. On one side, away from Donald was a large dark open space, empty now. On the other side, maybe 5 feet from the material was the end of the chairs in the back of the Keynote hall. Thousands of people listening to Trump, hundreds of them cheering and clapping just a couple of yards away from us.




Serendipity: Blondie



My heart was pounding. My crotch was aching, and I could barely believe the audacity I had displayed in bringing this complete stranger into this semi-private space.

She stood there waiting just a couple of feet from the lone chair.

I approached her. I took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the stage, hidden from us. I stood behind her and whispered, "Can you hear him ok?"

"Just fine," she answered, huskily, leaning back into me.

I let my hands slide down her arms then reached around and took her breasts in my hands, cupping them, squeezing softly. I leaned in and kissed her neck, working up to her ear, where I nibbled on her ear lobe, my lips pressing against her two stud earrings.

Her hands slid behind her back, and met at my crotch, rubbing me, while her head tilted to one side, giving me better access. I kissed and nuzzled her neck and chin, then slid around her, regretfully moving away from her hands. I stood in front of her, tilted her chin up, and kissed her. 

The crowd burst into cheers and I got goose bumps. She kissed me desperately, fiercely, her arms wrapping around me. I let my hands drop down to her firm, round ass, and pulled her hard against me. She ground her crotch against mine, while our tongues tangled. 

I had to break free eventually. As sweet as she was to kiss, I needed more. Much more. I pulled the chair around, facing away from us, and put her hands on the back of it, with her still facing the stage. I slid around her, my hands wandering all over her body, and then when I was directly behind her, I slid my hands down her thighs, and slowly brought them upwards. I lifted her tight skirt higher and higher, encountering a little resistance as they cleared the fullest part of her butt, exposing red bikini underwear, an obvious match to her bra. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and I leaned into her, again nuzzling her neck, while my hands caressed below her waist, first through the lacy red cloth, and then sliding inside, exploring her soft flesh. She was bent over just a bit, so she could hold onto the back of that chair, pushing her ass back towards me. 

I backed away, dropping to my knees, and slowly slid her underwear down her legs, kissing that sweet, white ass. This was a big deal. I thought I noticed some reluctance from her, and she trembled a bit, but seemed to settle down. This was really happening!

She had a bit of a tan, not heavy, and her tan line was an irresistible attraction. I traced it with my tongue, from the outside of her hip across her ass, and down between her legs. She stepped out of her underwear, then opened her legs wider, bending low, resting her hands on the seat of the chair. It gave me greater access, and I continued the tongue bath, between her cheeks, past the cute little pucker of her ass, until my tongue could just curl up a bit and enter the bottom of her wet pussy. Her smell was strong, and devastating, and I grabbed her cheeks, spread them wider and licked and sucked her bare nether-lips tasting this stranger, and enjoying the action immensely.

I had her trembling. Driving my tongue as far into her as possible, I tongue-fucked her repeatedly, while massaging her ass cheeks. Then I replaced my tongue with my finger, reaching inside her, rubbing the silken inner walls. One finger slowly became two, while I kissed and nibbled on her smooth butt cheeks. A third finger entered her, the going tight now, and my other hand pulled her ass cheek to the side so I could lick her moist bunghole. Her right hand slid back, and pulled her other cheek wide, opening herself up for me. While my fingers slid in and out of her steaming hole, my teasing tongue worried her rear, pushing at that brown puckered hole, until I could just work it's way in a bit, curling it and pushing hard, my tongue tip sliding into her ass repeatedly. While I familiarized myself with her sweet (and tangy) privates, the talk continued, and rounds of clapping and cheering just egged me on.

I could feel her legs trembling, and then her butthole squeezed tight on my tongue and her pussy clamped down on my fingers, milking them in waves, while her juices flowed freely down my palm and the back of my hand. I wiggled my fingers inside her, until she loosened up a bit, and then I turned my hand, so my fingers could face forward. I removed one finger, and then pressed forward hard, searching for her G-spot while my thumb reached forward sliding through the sparse hair to find it's way onto her love button. I rubbed firmly and as she responded, pushing against my hand, I drove my tongue into her ass as far as I could, wiggling my chin as I went, and working a good inch or so into her. 

This time she almost collapsed, her knees buckling, and pulling her ass off my tongue. She gasped, but the sound was a whisper compared to the heavily amplified voice of The Donald regaling us with how he liked losers, because they made him feel so good. My hand was soaked in her juices which ran freely down the inside of her thighs. I leaned in between her legs, and licked her clean, up both thighs. 

I finally released her pussy, and stood back, looking at this pretty blonde stranger, bent over in front of me, her ass looking delicious, and the red swollen lips of her pussy calling out their siren song.

I unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down, taking my boxers with them. I lowered them enough to free myself, my rock hard mast pointing towards it's desired goal. She never turned around to look at me, instead just waiting, hips thrust out.

Shaft in hand, I shuffled towards her again, and slid the head of my cock between her lips, and with a nudge of my hips, pushed the head just inside of her. I was in heaven. Still holding onto my rod, I rubbed the head in and out, all over her swollen pussy, occasionally pushing an inch or so inside of her, but never really entering her completely. She started pushing back at me when I would get the head inside her steamy opening, and I finally fulfilled both our wishes, pushing my cock inexorably inside of her until I was buried to the hilt. I reached around her, inside of her shirt, and started playing with her breasts. My exploring fingers discovered a front latch and I popped it, allowing my hands unfettered access to her sweet little breasts, not much more than a handful, with hard little nipples that spoke volumes for her aroused state.

My hips started in, slowly fucking her, while my hands played with her breasts, tugging on those unseen nipples. 

I was about as big and hard as I get. I'm not huge, but a bit above average in length, and very thick. Sometimes it takes a bit of work to get my full length buried inside some tight young twat, but this pretty blonde had no trouble accommodating my full length and thickness. I let go of her breasts and grabbed her hips, fucking her harder, giving long, full strokes that she eagerly accepted and pushed back against. I was feeling incredible, hard and ready, enjoying the sensation of being buried in this hot little tart, yet feeling no urgent compulsion to come. My legs were tiring a bit, having to stay bent a bit to work her over, and contained in my half dropped pants. I imagined hers were getting a bit tired as well. Between the oral attention and the protracted fucking, she'd probably been bent over, on her feet for more than 20 minutes. But The Donald was scheduled to speak for an hour and a half, and he was just warming up, as was I.

I pulled out of her, and hitching my pants up with one hand, I walked in front of her. I stood her up, and kissed her again, pulling her naked crotch against mine. Then I turned the chair around and sat on it, facing her, my pants dropping to my ankles. I leaned back, holding my cock upright, and waited for her.

She gave me a look, almost as if she was going to call me on my brazenness. With a devilish smile she stepped forward and straddled me, slowly lowering herself onto my ready pole. She reached down and opened herself up, spreading her lips and once I was positioned just right, sliding down my length. God, it felt good.

I put my trust into the sturdiness of the heavy duty folding chair, and used my hands to lift her ass up and down, slowly screwing her with about half my length. She leaned in and started kissing me again, all over my face and neck, then covering my mouth with hers. We stopped moving, our bodies merged, and our lips and tongues explored each other's mouths for an eternity, while Trump talked about seizing opportunities. I would have made him proud. 

I lost myself in that kiss, and slowly coming out of it found her rocking up and down on my cock, tugging at it with her pussy, her muscles down there teasing me, squeezing me, begging me to give her more.

My young blonde entrepreneur stood up, and then knelt before me and lowered her face to my lap. I spread my legs invitingly, while looking down at the ground. I was glad we were on a carpeted runner. Purely selfish reasons. I knew it would be more comfortable on her knees, meaning this might last more than just a few seconds.

I needn't have worried. She was teasing in her oral, caressing, kissing, licking, blowing softly, but avoiding taking me into her mouth. She was a consummate tease. She must have spent five minutes at this before she rose up high on her knees, placed her mouth directly above me, and slowly pushed down, her mouth spread wide, as she took the better part of my hard-on into her mouth. 

She had a small mouth, and my thickness filled her. She looked so sexy, her head slowly bobbing up and down, while her hand's index finger and thumb created a ring half-way around my shaft, stroking me in counterpoint to her lips. She was still wearing her rectangular 'Lennon' type glasses, and she peered at me over the top of them. I was tensing up. This was feeling, and looking, too good. I could feel a load building up in my balls, begging for release.

My seminar goddess slowly, teasingly, pulled her head off my cock. She kept stroking me, using all her fingers, and moving a little faster. She straightened up and pulled my face forward to hers. She kissed me, sweetly this time, lovingly. Then she leaned in and whispered to me, but I couldn't hear it for the noise, which had just exploded in response to some comment of Trumps. I gave her a quizzical look and she smiled. 

"Come in my mouth," she said louder this time, smiling for me. 

Taking my astounded look for consent, she went back to blowing me, sucking me aggressively, fucking her face on my cock. I didn't need any more encouragement, and before the next burst of applause could die down, I was exploding.

I felt my cum shoot powerfully, and she pulled her head back, until just the head was buried between those carefully made-up lips. Her hand stroked my cock, milking out the shots. I felt her gag a bit, but gamely she continued, swallowing a load, while still taking all I had to give her. I don't know how much I came, put it was harder and longer than I could remember for ages. I don't come like a porn star, especially not at my age, but this hearkened back to when I was in my early twenties, at the peak of my game. When I finally pumped out the last, she squeezed out every drop she could with her hands, stroking me firmly from the base, up. Then she eased her pretty face off my cock. She smiled, and climbed into my lap. She leaned forward, and her face just inches from mine, she opened her mouth to show a small white puddle on her teasing, talented tongue. Her eyes sparkled, and she waited, obviously intent on the sound of the crowd. After a few seconds, to a sprinkle of applause, she closed her mouth, smiled and swallowed. Once the applause died down, she opened her mouth and showed me the moist emptiness. 

She leaned in and uttered one word, "Yummy."

Then she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, while the taste of my own ejaculate was carved into my taste buds.

When she was satisfied, she pulled her lips off mine. "Is there more?" she asked, giving a telling nod and glance down into our laps. 

"Absolutely," I told her firmly. I eased her out of my lap, and stood her up. I then stood and turned her around to sit in the seat I had just vacated. 

She scooted her rear right up to the edge of the chair, lifted her legs high, and pulled her knees back almost to her armpits, reaching her arms around, and pulling them in tight. She was wickedly exposed, and I could see her pussy really clearly for the first time. She had a bikini trim, waxed clean up to the top of her little clit that was peaking out at me. A soft, short fur grew upwards in a little triangle, the outsides of which were encompassed by a bright white bikini line, almost an inch of bare white flesh framing her blonde bush. 

Damn, the only true blonde in Dallas. At 45 years old, I've been eating bush for more than 30 years, and I put everything I knew into pleasuring this gift from God. I ate her until my lips and tongue grew numb, and I felt her come several times, filling my mouth with her liquid mana. With my neck and mouth aching, I finally pulled away from her, and felt that my own stiffness had returned, a delightful surprise. I usually take a good while to return to action. I wasn't as hard as I'd like, but easily hard enough to try for some more. I stood, my rampant cock proclaiming it's willingness, and squatting a bit awkwardly, I fed my cock into her. While I'd eaten her, her legs had rested on my shoulders much of the time, but once again she pulled them back, her calves against her ears. She was flexible, and looked incredible. Some gym, somewhere, was doing it's job admirably. 

I reached around her, grasping the top edges of the chair, and by spreading my legs and extending them, I found a position that was moderately comfortable. Pushing in firmly all the way to the root, I plumbed her depths with short, slow strokes, concentrating on the incredible feeling of fucking this total stranger. The intensity of the action was returning the steel to my rod, and it wasn't long before my staff was at full mast, and my stroked lengthened until I could pull all the way out, and re-enter without any help from a willing hand.

We stank of sex, and I could smell it clearly. I wondered how far the smell reached. The screwing was noisy as well, a squishy sound, interrupted with the slapping of flesh on flesh. And my amazing blonde was no longer as quiet as she'd been, talking to me while I fucked her, in words that would have shocked her mother.

But the cacophony of thousands of people, listening and responding to the heavily amplified words of Mr. Trump gave a great cover, and the heavy air conditioning, blowing cold on my back from the ceiling 30 feet above, seemed up to the task of keeping our illicit tryst under wraps.

I fucked her harder and faster, my balls slapping against her ass, as I punished that stretched pussy which had responded so well to my ministrations so far.

She came hard, with her ankles on my shoulders, and she grabbed my head, fists buried in my hair, and pulled my face down to hers, gasping, "fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck," as she stared almost frighteningly into my eyes. Her legs tightened up, and almost pushed me off of her. As she relaxed, she let go of my hair, and pushed on my chest, moving me away.

"I've got to change position," she told me softly, then kissed me warmly before kneeling on the padded seat of the chair, and bending over the back of it. She looked back at me, and smiled. "Enjoy." Damn. What a woman.

It looked so good, I had to tasted her again. I just licked her easily, then played with her ass a bit, sucking and tonguing her there, before I stood up and went for the gold. 

Her ass was the perfect height, and although it took a little work to get my meat back into her bright red pussy, the added friction of having her legs together was incredible. It started out as a long leisurely fuck, while I listened to the words of Trump for the first time in over an hour. I pumped her thoroughly, my entire length enjoying the full extent of her fleshy well. I grabbed her skirt, still hoisted around her waist, and used it for leverage, fucking her harder and harder until the chair started crawling across the floor. I got a perverse joy in fucking her about four feet across that space until her face was only about a foot from where the walls met at the end, and we could see through the gap. By shifting just a bit, we could see The Donald holding court at his podium.

I licked my thumb and slowly worked it into her ass. She was tight, as I'd expected, but it was fun to watch my cock piercing her, and her little butt hole opening up to my ministrations.

I was getting ready to come again, a pleasant surprise in itself, but I didn't know what to do. Should I finish in her? Pull out and come on her? I had to do something soon.

I did the only sensible thing. I stopped and leaned forward, speaking into her ear, pretty loudly to overcome the noise of the crowd, as Donald had just announced he was ready to take questions, and a swarm of people started gathering into two lines to wait for a chance to beg of his knowledge.

"I'm going to come soon," I told her, holding very still, to avoid coming right then and there, potentially in a very dangerous place.

She wiggled her hips. "It's safe."

It was all I needed. Before the first question was out of some busty woman's mouth, I was creaming my gorgeous blonde ceo's insides, squirting several times into her unbelievably accommodating pussy. Buried as deeply as possible, I stood shaking, squeezing the last of my juices out inside of her. 

I pulled out, my cock red and sore. I couldn't remember the last time I'd gone on that long fucking and sucking. I was suddenly very conscious of the fact that I'd fucked this total stranger without a condom, and was feeling worrisome about it. Of course it wasn't until after the fact that I showed even a modicum of sense about that. 

I retrieved our clothing from the floor, passing her the red panties (which would have looked silly on me) and put on my boxers and pants, over my sticky wet cock, before sitting on the chair and lacing on my shoes. 

I looked up and she was standing before me, with an enigmatic little smile twisting those sensuous, pleasure giving lips. 

I stood and she flowed into my arms for just a moment giving me a hug. "That was fantastic," she told me.

"Oh no," I laughed loudly. "It was much better than that. I'm sorry if you missed anything The Donald said." 

She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me again. Tenderly this time. Then she pulled away. "I have to go back. I told Wallace I'd meet him at the back after Trump was done."

I let go of her, giving her ass one last squeeze, then pushed the cloth divider out of the way. I made sure my VIP pass was facing forward, and walked back into the crush of moving people. I never bothered looking to see if there were any astonished faces glancing our way. My blonde bombshell walked past me back to our seats. She walked behind the seats, leaned over, giving me one last look at that incredible butt, easily her best feature, and grabbed her tote bag. Then she walked away, never looking back, while the audience continued to pepper Trump with questions.

I don't know why she behaved as she did when I sat next to her. Leaning against me, touching me constantly, giving me sultry looks, and talking to me jokingly. I'll probably never know, now. It was something unlike anything I'd ever experienced, and it resulted in an encounter I'll never forget. At 6:30 pm I sat beside her. By 8:45 pm I was in the washroom trying to use some wet paper towels to hide the evidence of my infidelity. Five minutes later I was walking to my car, heading home, to tell my loving wife all about my day at the expo, and racking my brain for anecdotes of The Donald I could share.




Serendipity: Blondie



She went to bed over 5 hours ago. And I've spent the last 4 and a half hours trying to capture on paper this incredible experience. It's 4:00 am now. It'll be a bitch getting up in the morning, but I'm glad I've captured as much of this as possible while it's still fresh in my mind.

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That's my story. About as wild as anything I'd done for a long time. Maybe a little loose in the facts when it came to the actual laying of the pipe, but an amazing experience for me, dipping my wick in a complete stranger, surrounded by thousands of people. I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, please consider voting. Thanks.