3 comments/ 30703 views/ 1 favorites Sydney By: selene59 The gate opened soundlessly as I turned into the property from the street, but the faint clack of its closing behind me almost made me jump. I breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of the roses that lined the path, hoping to calm my nerves. My eyes sought the front door, but it was barely discernible in the deep shadows of the verandah. I gathered my resolve, and strode purposefully towards the house. A stifled giggle escaped me at a stray thought - from my navy stilettos to my upswept hair I was a picture of understated elegance. Passers-by seeing the dark-haired lady in the cream suit approaching the elegant inner-city townhouse would probably think she was headed for a society afternoon tea! I grasped the door-knob firmly, as if the contact would quell my urge to turn and flee. Closing my eyes, I turned the handle and... Pushed. Hard. "Good afternoon Ma'am. It's good to see you - right on time. Won't you come in?" The receptionist was rising from her seat behind the desk in the foyer. I walked towards her outstretched hand, vaguely aware of the door gently closing behind me. "Everything is prepared, Ma'am. Angela will be here in a moment." I took the envelope from my purse and handed it to her: watched her place it, unopened, in a small drawer to the left of her desk, then place a tick a beside a name (not recognisably mine) at the top of a list on the desktop. All the names below it were already ticked. She pressed a small white button on the wall by the desk and smiled gently at me "Don't be nervous - Angela will take good care of you." * * * * * Unlike the receptionist, whose neat appearance would have been appropriate at any business in the city, Angela's voluptuous body was laced into deep purple leather. I just hope I wasn't drooling as I watched her walk down the stairs behind the reception desk, but I guess she gets that sort of reaction from most of her customers. As she walked around the desk towards me, she snapped out an order. "Turn!" I turned slowly, aware of her eyes taking in the details of my appearance. As I stopped, facing her, she reached one hand back towards the reception desk "Comb, please" and lifted my fringe with the comb proffered by the receptionist. She let the hair fall gently over my forehead, dropped the comb on the desk, then ran a fingernail along the edge of my lower lip. "Lovely... We're going up the back stairs." I remembered to lift my chin and look straight ahead as I followed her around the front stairs and started that long walk to the back of the house. Seeing her in front of me - leather clad hips swaying, dark-red curls bouncing over her lightly-freckled shoulders, boot-heels tapping on the polished floor-boards - was almost enough to keep me from thinking of that long mirror. I resisted the urge to inspect myself in it, not sure how many people were watching me from the other side (I couldn't remember how many names had been on that list - too late to think of that now). We finally reached the end of the hall. As she turned to ascend the stairs, she gave me an encouraging smile, then I was again following her. My grip on my purse relaxed - it was only then that I realised how tightly I had been clutching it as we walked along the hall. At the top of the stairs, Angela turned into a doorway on the left. I followed her. As I stepped through the doorway to the wardrobe, she turned to me with a black leather band in her outstretched hands. My mouth felt dry - I swallowed and stepped in close enough for her to wrap the collar around my neck. She leaned forward and reached her arms around to buckle it behind my neck. I bowed my head and my face was in her hair; I breathed in her scent. The urge to touch was almost irresistible, but I knew that to touch uninvited was not allowed. I felt her fingernails running each side of my neck as she checked the collar for fit, then she gently lifted my chin and tugged at the D-ring set in the front. This time when I followed her, I felt my legs quiver. She seated me in the chair in front of the dressing table. Without speaking, she removed the pins from my hair, and ran her fingers through it to fluff it out. She gathered it up and lifted it back into a style similar to the original, but much looser. She re-pinned it and arranged loose tendrils around my face and neck. It felt precarious - its fall from the arrangement seemed imminent. She selected a pot of lip-gloss from the collection on the table, and brushed a deeper shade of plum over my lips. I looked from the mirror to her face, and back - the colour was the same as hers. She saw me looking and, grinning, licked her lips then leaned forward and kissed me. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and arched up towards her, but her mouth was gone... She hooked her finger in the exposed collar ring and stood me up. She removed my jacket and then, signalling me to help with buttons, took off my skirt and shirt. She inspected me again. This time, she didn't ask me to turn but walked around me, smiling at the lack of underwear. My shoes were all that I was wearing. "Hmmm, wish I'd known that while we were downstairs - I could have used that" she murmured. "Some clothes would be better now, though." She handed me a slither of burgundy silk. I fumbled for an opening, then eased it (being careful of my hair) over my head. The shoe-string straps settled over my shoulders, and I gasped as I saw my reflection in the dressing-table mirror. The front of the slip was barely high enough to cover my nipples, and the hem just covered my buttocks. Angela was behind me, and showed how easily accessible my breasts were. She flicked the silk aside with one fingernail and tweaked my nipples quickly before dropping the fabric back over them. I felt the toe of her boot pressing against the inside of my right ankle. I moved my foot, and as my legs parted she ran a wet finger along my lips - without disturbing the slip. "Yesss" she hissed as she stepped back. I turned to follow as she beckoned, and saw her holding out another leather band. This one was heavy and padded - she grasped my wrist and buckled it firmly. From the table by the door, she first took another wrist cuff, and then two larger cuffs, kneeling to buckle them tightly around my ankles. Then she clipped a braided leash to my collar, and scooped up the last item on the table. "Our guests are waiting" * * * * * Although she still held the leash, she propelled me through the door first. The first thing I noticed was the men. Standing quietly at one side of the room, those who weren't already looking our way turned quickly when I stepped through the door. They were all watching when Angela stepped in behind me. There seemed to be more than I had expected, but I was too nervous to count - I think about eight. I noticed one in particular - he looked young; dark hair; film-star good-looks; wearing a business suit like all the others. Angela led me past the group - they stared voraciously, but made no comment and stayed in the same area. Now my attention left them; here were stocks, whipping-frames, racks of whips, and other instruments of restraint and punishment. She led me to a wooden A-frame. Looking into my eyes, she grasped both of my wrists and slowly lifted them above my head. I heard the sharp snap as she clipped my wrist cuffs to the apex of the frame. I shuffled my feet - I still had a little freedom of movement, and there was no stress on my shoulders. I didn't have much time to test my position - now she kissed me. No teasing flutter: I could feel myself start to melt under those lips - alternately soft and murmuring and hard and insistent - and her probing tongue, nipping teeth. I felt her hands - one firm against the bare skin of my back, the other sliding silk gently across my hip and thigh. Her knee pressed between mine parting my legs... As she lifted her mouth from mine, I let my head fall back. I could feel my weight dragging on my wrist cuffs for a moment until I caught my balance. Angela walked around behind me then and, reaching around under my arms, flicked aside the silk over my breasts. I looked up to see our audience arrayed along an invisible line about 2 metres in front of me. Their eye seemed fixed on her hands caressing my breasts, her fingers rolling my nipples, fingernails marking out the curves. I started to squirm, and felt her body press firmly into my back. She was pushing me forward, not allowing me to retreat from their gaze. I felt her hips thrust in hard against my buttocks, and her knees between my legs forcing me to move my feet further apart. She pulled me tightly against her chest with one arm, and ran her other hand between my thighs. She pulled her hand up hard between my pussy lips and up over my clit. Grabbed the hem of the slip and lifted it, giving my hips a huge thrust forward at the same time. I felt the heat as my face flushed at the thought of those men all staring at my exposed shaved pussy lips. Her push had lifted my heels from the floor, and I felt the trembling that started in my thighs rise until my shoulder were shuddering against hers. I could feel her warm breath behind my ear, and she whispered - small comforting hushing noises - as she moved back to let me stand comfortably again. Two of the men started to walk towards us. I turned to see that Angela was beckoning them. She pushed my jaw to return my gaze to the front. They knelt in front of me and, each taking one ankle, removed my shoes. The younger of the two (in his late thirties, perhaps) ran his hands up my calf to the knee. Angela growled at him, and he let go. The other man lifted my foot, and moved it outwards until he could clip my ankle cuff to the base of the frame, then he returned to the "viewing area". The younger man awaited Angela's signal, then clipped my other ankle to the other side of the frame (a little more than a metre away). Now I tested the range of movement available to me. I could just stand with feet flat on the floor - my shoulders were strained in that position, though. If I stood on tip-toes, I could ease the pressure on my shoulders a little. I decided to stand on one foot, the other foot resting on my toes for while. Angela had sent the younger man off and he returned with a small padded stool which he placed in front of me, then he too returned to the viewing area. Angela was still behind me - she reached forward and dangled a leather blindfold in front of my face. I tried to slow my breathing as she positioned it over my eyes and buckled it behind my head. * * * * * The room was very quiet... I had felt Angela's touch and then her presence withdraw from behind me, and now all I could hear was the swish of the blindfold against my hair at every small movement of my head. Perhaps... a faint shuffling, rustling in front of me? Suddenly, hot breath and then a warm wet soft tongue against my clit. I felt my thighs and buttocks clench and I rose to my toes, but as there was no further touch or movement I slowly relaxed and settled back down onto one foot. Then that tongue began a slow lazy slurp, licking up until the tip of the tongue just flicked off the top of my clit, then returning, soft and warm and wet, and licking up... up... up... warm... hypnotic... The brush of silk moving across my belly, fingernails sliding up along the line of my hip-bones, fabric ruching up around my waist. One arm curving around my thigh, pulling me closer to that face, fingernails digging in to my inner thigh from the back. Tongue dipping lower, lower between my lips, teeth nibbling on my clit, lips engulfing me wetly. I hear a moan... I think it's me... Another, larger hand rubbing silk at my waist... My feet aren't touching the floor any more. More hands under my arched back, taking some of my suspended weight from my wrists. One slim finger probing, turning inside me. My clit pulsing in and out between lips, teeth... sucked in, spat out... Another finger... two curled and stroking... I want more - I push hard against them. Three fingers, four? Thrusting onto them, heedless of the teeth tugging at my clit, fingers pinching my nipples, hands lifting my ankles higher... More hands lifting my hips higher... The mouth over my clit slows... reverts to soft, gentle, lapping... The hands at my hips holding firmly, stilling my squirming, my ankles being lifted, knees bending up to my chest... The hand in my pussy no longer sliding in and out; just pressing. Pressing harder... I try frantically to relax my body for what is to come... panting... As I relax and stop squirming, more hands stroke my legs, face, neck... I feel myself open and Angela's hand slithers inside me. I'm laughing, crying, shaking uncontrollably as I feel the waves of orgasm wrack my body. There's a small part of me that notices hot wet splashes falling on my skin... As my shuddering subsides, Angela slowly withdraws her hand, and then her warm mouth. I'm lifted and my wrists are unclipped from the frame. I'm laid on a couch, where I curl up tightly. My blindfold is removed, and when I open my eyes I see Angela sitting beside me. She strokes my hair (no longer tied up - but I can't remember when it fell), and licks traces of come from my breasts. I start to stretch out a little. One of the few men still in the room is staring at us. She waves him away, and pulls a blanket over me. I drift off to sleep to the sound of her humming. Sydney Surprise This is my first submission and if you enjoy it please let me know and will post the sequel and some others I have written. FYI Liz and I are very fit Kiwis and we love to meet new people and have a fun safe time. Liz is still a knockout with a great body, blonde hair and if you are a member you will see her on the back of my bike during Mardi Gras. Similarly I think I am still in good shape and like Liz enjoy being naughty and a bit on the wild side. * It was the weekend of the big SEXPO exhibition in Sydney and as we were visiting this exciting city on business, my wife and I decided to have a break from business and go along to check it out on the Saturday evening... We had talked about it the previous night over our room service dinner in our harbour-side hotel suite. We had ordered a tantalising dinner of Oysters and other seafood delights, together with some champagne to celebrate another successful business trip to the East Coast. My gorgeous wife Liz had just finished her shower, put a little make-up on when she heard the doorbell. Still wet after emerging from the shower I looked at her very sexy body and said 'you had better cover up with something if you are going to the door...'.Doing a little panic, Liz wrapped one of the big soft towels around her breasts and with one last look in the mirror moved across the suite to the door. I still lust after my slim and curvaceous wife as I watched her long naked legs emerging from the towel as she headed for the door, calling out 'just a minute'! Opening the door she was greeted by a good looking young waiter with the dinner laden trolley, he takes one long look at Liz and stumbled out with the words about 'Your Dinner Mrs ........' before tearing his eyes away to head for the table with the trolley. Lynn told him to put in all on the coffee table as we want to sit on the lounge and look out over the harbour while having dinner. He placed all the plates neatly on the large elegant wooden table and with a flourish lifted the cover off the oysters and exclaimed, 'here is your special order of 2 dozen fresh Sydney Rock Oysters Ma'am.' Lynn bent over and speared one with a fork and delicately placed it between her lips, smiled at the well built waiter and said 'my husband and I just so enjoy these, they just set the mood perfectly.' He smiled knowingly and turned to go, 'just a minute', called Liz, 'I need to give you something.' She reached over the couch to pull her handbag towards her only to have it drop on the floor in front of her. The young waiter rushed across to help Liz retrieve everything spilled out of the bag, when they both bent forward at the same time Liz realised a collision was eminent. She reached out quickly for the settee arm only to unwittingly release the towel with her quick reaction and be suddenly completely naked in front of the young guy down on one knee. Amazingly cool, the guy hurriedly checked his cheeky grin as he took in Liz's wonderful 36 D breasts that had rapidly become aroused and picked up the towel, slowly opened it out, and moved forward to pass it to her. By the time Liz had retrieved it and wrapped it back around herself he was back on one knee picking up the fallen objects, but not before he had openly stared at her beautifully waxed pussy on the way down. I laughed as I emerged from the bathroom with a towel around my waist looking at my delightfully rosy cheeked wife thrusting $20 into the waiter's hand. 'I think he has more of a tip than he bargained for Liz!' This cheeky well tanned and strongly built young guy looked at us both and said to my wife while holding eye contact, 'my name is Steve, please page me on 1147 if you would like me to come up and turn the bed down for you?' The message was quite blatant and Liz again felt another flush coming on! He nodded to me and passing says 'I am available to assist you both, as I am the valet assigned to this floor and the other guests have all gone to the gala ball and will not be back until late.' Smiling I opened the door for him and his trolley and winked as he moved though the door taking one last lingering look at Lynn who was grinning at the encounter. When the door closed Liz collapsed onto the couch and looked at me and said in a purring manner, 'that was kind of exciting', then paused and looked into my eyes, smiled and muttered ' I wonder....' I pulled her up from the couch, giving her a lingering deep kiss and slowly pulled the towel down to expose her exquisite figure. She may not be model material at her age, but she still gets the guys looking more than twice, at her long blonde tresses, curves, wickedly delightful lips and very attractive looks. She loves to tease me with comments such as, 'had a guy in the mall goosing me today', or 'this hunky guy in the elevator brushed against my tits today then turned and put his hand on my shoulder and apologised with a squeeze...'. Wriggling out of my grasp she bent over to spear an oyster and in doing so displayed her cute bum opening up all the way down to the top of her thighs. I didn't think it took that long to secure the oyster on the fork, so was she was just teasing me before turning and slipping it between my lips and looking at me for my reaction? Licking my lips I reached out for her again, but she had another surprise in store for me, lifting the tray she pushed open the sliding door and steps out onto the balcony naked as could be. The view is breath-taking with so many different vista's, the harbour view with the awesome Concert Hall was before us and the majestic Sydney Harbour Bridge was to the left almost looming over us, while and right in front of me was this vision of sexuality tempting me with the sweetest Oysters on this planet. Almost before I had eaten one, she is back with the champagne bottle and two long flutes, 'now it is your turn handsome!' she declared as she offered me the bottle to open. While in the process of removing the foil, Liz has untied my towel and with her hands was gently stroking my rapidly growing cock, she then gives me that knowing sultry look of hers. The cork is ready to go and she leans up against the balcony and tells me to see if I can fire it far enough out from our 6th floor balcony to hit the water below. The with a boom the cork was soon away and we were both watching it's flight as it headed towards the waters edge, a walker below sees the cork literally bounce off the sea wall in front of him and he looks up to see where it has come from. Liz waved at him and he was grinning back and waving enthusiastically, then it dawns on her that he is also waving at her luscious tits resting on the railing. 'Whoops', she states as she pulled back to the disappointment of the walker, but giggles as she pick up the flutes and waits for me to pour her a glass of this delightful bubbly, knowing it is almost like an aphrodisiac to her.. We toasted each other followed by another lingering kiss, then as she had done before, she drips some of the champers over one of her nipples, cups the breast in one hand and offers it to me. I oblige with a gentle licking and sucking on her nipple stiff with the chill of the drink and sexual excitement. After several eager attempts to satisfy her nipples, she then placed her refilled glass in front of my stiff cock before taking it in her hand and dipping it into her glass. Leaning back against the railing I watched with increasing lust as she made her way down to my dripping cock to lick all the champagne from it. I placed my free hand on her head and asked her not to stop too quickly, before long I felt that tingling in my balls and pulled her up to me. We have an unwritten rule that Liz cums first, it has always kept our marriage in great shape! Licking her lips she kissed me deeply and longingly and suggested the Oysters and dinner was waiting -- or would I rather leave dinner until later? I suggested the night is long and there is no rush, let's bring the oysters inside and eat the dinner while we watch the sundown. As we moved inside I glanced across the face of the building, and there two balconies away and one floor up was another couple looking down at us with smiles on their faces. They simultaneously raised their own glasses to us in tribute. I stopped and called Liz back after she has placed the tray on the table. Coming to me I suggested she looked at the colours on the bridge from the sun's rays and as she did I moved behind her and with one hand cupped her breast and with the other started to slide down to play with her pussy. 'I thought we were eating first?' she murmured into my ear. 'That was before I found out we have an audience gorgeous.' 'Really, where?' she asked, as she placed a hand over mine as I rolled her nipple between my fingers and squeezed it gently. I told her about the couple up above and she again whispered, 'shouldn't we go inside in case we get into trouble?' 'No', I replied, 'they are enjoying this as much as I am!' With that Liz pushed her curvy cheeks back against my raging hard on with a sexy wiggle, 'shall we pretend I don't know then?' Speaking softly I said 'Why don't we put on a show for them, then you pretend to notice them and look up and wave?' Giggling Liz reached between my legs for my hard cock, bends forward against the balcony to brace herself and guided me into her waiting and very wet pussy. 'What about Liz first' I said. She just shook her head and told me to get on with it as she is already on her way! Soon I was pumping her hard and glancing up at the couple I noticed he or she had unbuttoned the front of her dress, and he has pulled her panties down and is fingering her pussy furiously. She just nodds at me and licked her lips..... Suddenly Liz had stiffened up on her toes and I knew she was starting to reach her orgasm, soon she was shaking and with a very audible groan starts climaxing on my cock. Well this was too much me too, I felt my juices building up with pressure, then I too exploded into her with five or six hard and deep thrusts, sending her completely into ecstasy, she loves it when we come together. I reached forward to caress her lovely hanging breasts as she leaned well forward to get her breath back. 'Now it's time for the finale', she gasped as she turned and got down on her knees to take my dripping cock and proceed to lick it clean. It never even got a chance to droop, such is Liz's wonderful ways with her tongue and lips. She soon leant back on her haunches, licked her lips and reached over for her glass. In doing so she glanced up to see the couple also leaning quite fulfilled against the corner railing watching us. Pretending surprise she looked quickly away then slowly looked back up at them and mouthed the words, 'Did you like it too?' I looked up and notice the woman had nothing on at all and he was only wearing a T shirt, he grinned -- made out like he was counting the rooms across from him and one down and then signalled he was phoning us with the open palm and two extending fingers. Liz was licking her lips as she took in his strong physique as he left the balcony and I felt my cock twitching as I gazed at the slightly younger and very alluring naked lady who was smiling down at us....... Suddenly the phone rings... Stay tuned for the instalment as we share our delicious oysters with our new friends... Sydney with a Y I am one fine piece of work. Or so Eve thinks. On a drive to Atlanta, I picked up a beautiful young hitchhiker. She just happened to be a prostitute specializing in a female clientele. Of course, she charmed me right out of my expensive pants. The lady was a professional who adored her work. On the first night of the day that I picked her up, she fucked me intermittently all night. It was the best experience of my life. She didn't charge me a cent, but I slipped some money in her bag anyway. She had given me a whole new sexual perspective. Eve said that a woman really wanted to be fucked by another woman. It didn't matter if she had a man or not. She did things to me that I would never have imagined that gave me such intense pleasure. As she fucked me, she told me what her clients -- the politician, a young mother--asked of her. Things they could not reveal to their husbands. It turned me on to hear that a local politician had Eve wear her mother's pearls and perfume when she rode her. Or the fact that a young mother wanted it only in the ass with a fat red dildo as she watched in the mirror. This was a whole new realm of fantasy. At home, I began to observe women. I saw grace and beauty and colors. Women laughed and embraced and enjoyed each other. I saw girls with creamy breasts in push up bras, wet t-shirts and strings up tight asses on the Gulf of Mexico; slashes of skin and navel under tiny pieces of clothing. Some tongue-kissed each other on Bourbon Street or in the movie theaters. My good friend hoped that her daughter was just going through some weird phase when she observed her on their security camera 'doing nasty, naked things' with a girl. I didn't tell her otherwise. Her daughter will always be doing another girl. I drove to the university campus supposedly to observe some potential background scenery for an ad campaign. I was really girl watching. I stared as a group of touring, college-bound girls moved toward me. They were decked out in their little catholic school uniforms. Most of the skirts were too short. Sisters had long ago lost all control in this area. I would bet at least one of them was daring enough to be without panties. Did some of them fuck each other in the dorms? A brunette from the group locked eyes with me as she approached. Could she read my motives? Was my body language giving me away? Was she the one without panties? I got hot just imagining my hand feeling under that little skirt. She smiled as she dropped her pen, bent over in front of me, and gave me a quick flash of naked ass. I had to get some. Soon. Even though I am 35, I would prefer a girl-woman of 19 or 20--somebody young and sweet that I could teach what Eve taught me. She'll need to be strong and flexible like myself. Someone open to learning and experimentation. My husband, an older man chained to a golf course, bought me a partnership in a business when I expressed my boredom with our marriage. I dusted off my master's degree in business and went to work in my small advertising firm. My salvation soon came in the form of a 20-year old university student interning for the summer at my business. "Sydney with a Y," she said as she introduced herself in her Boston accent. Beautiful, voluptuous Sydney. She was a blond, green walking wet dream for a man or a woman. She wore form fitting skirts and heels. Her voice was proper and refined. The sassy way she paraded around the office smiling and flipping her long hair, kept every eye trained on her. The girl came from old money judging by the names of her parents. My,my. Privileged, cultured pussy. What perfect lagniappe. I had to time everything just right for my first move on her. She needed to be put in a position of helplessness. One Monday just before quitting time, I called her into my office. "Sydney, there have been complaints that you spend too much time on the telephone. I've also noticed that you've come in late in the mornings and after lunch. We cannot tolerate such blatant disregard for the rules. If it continues, we will have to terminate your internship." Sydney bolted from her chair and began to pace and apologize. She worked herself up and the tears began in earnest. I moved in. "There, there Sydney," I said patting her shoulder, "there's no need to cry. Just promise to do better." "I can't help crying. I love working here. I'm learning so much." Everyone else had gone for the day. I pulled her into my arms to comfort her. My hands smoothed her blond hair, and landed lower, stroking her back. Slowly, my hands moved to lightly touch her firm ass. My pussy throbbed as I touched those globes. She stiffened a little but said nothing. I rubbed her a little harder as I surreptitiously pulled her into me. "Mrs. Smith, I never...this is not." The words stopped when I pushed my tongue in her mouth. She joined my passion as I took her mouth in endless wet kisses. Her erect nipples signaled her arousal and strained toward my own. She pulled back. "I want to be cooperative in the office, but...you want something else...to fuck me.. don't you? You're a married woman, for heaven's sake? I've never done it with a woman." "Calm down, Sydney. Mr. Smith will never find out. And we're all alone here, remember? You do know that women have sex with each other, don't you?" I began caressing her back again and kissing her cheek. "Intellectually, I do. I just never thought it would be me." She sniffed. "I'm here to help you Sydney," I said between kisses and touches. "I want you to get ahead. I promise I'll teach you everything you need to know about the business. The sex is just something extra. It makes everything flow so much better. You don't have to do anything right now. Just let me touch your pussy. Now, please take off your panties." Sniffling, she said, "I'm not wearing any. They're in some guy's pocket. I met him at lunch. He had me take them off so that he could feel me up in the taxi. Guys always want to fuck me." She began crying again. I know the feeling. That image came into my head. I could hardly wait to feel her in my mouth. "Stop crying. Take your skirt, off, Sydney, and put one leg on the arm of the sofa. There, just like that, honey. Keep on the heels and stockings. They're very sexy." I heard her mention to one of the other girls that she only wore thigh high hosiery. Sydney sniffed, flipped her hair and held her position. Her lovely pussy came into full view. Sparse blond curls topped big, luscious lips. A lovely clit stood at attention as Sydney began to juice. I was proud to have aroused her so quickly. "Yes, that's perfect. You're very beautiful, Sydney." "I know. Thank you Mrs. Smith" I took extra moments to stare at her before I assumed my position. This was only the second pussy that would meet my tongue. I intended to take full advantage of it. She moaned again as I filled my hand with her pussy and rubbed hard. I told her that a young woman much like herself was my first. I shared with her Eve's conviction and dropped to my knees to take her. I licked her lips repeatedly--where her boyfriend's fingers had been. On a deep moan, with her own two hands, she parted them for my tongue to gain access to her opening. I slowly eased my tongue into her hot, wet cavern and fucked her. She pulled my head even closer as I took the pussy. Nothing tastes so good as a pussy in heat. I pulled back, found her clit with my finger and thrust my tongue deep into her. Sydney cried as she came in my mouth. I came as I listened to her ecstasy. After our experience, I caught her watching me in the office, probably wondering if and when I would pounce again. I pretended as if nothing had happened. My partner and I handled clients; my husband came to take me to lunch; I joked with her and the rest of the staff. I wanted the sexual tension to build to unbearable. I was out of my mind with wanting to touch her pussy, her breasts. I hadn't seen those breasts yet. I was wet with need. I followed Sydney to the storeroom late one afternoon. Most of the staff was in the field, leaving just my partner in his office and the receptionist at the front desk. I locked the door as she turned to see who was in the room with her. Smiling, I walked to her and began nibbling on her naturally red lips. True to her habits, she emitted a sexy little cry. Her firm ass filled my hands as my tongue ran over her teeth. My hands lifted her skirt and I could feel she was wearing silk bikini panties. I hungrily went inside them, rubbing and pulling her large lips. They were hot to my touch, waiting for me. I ran my fingers through them and into her pussy. Holding my shoulders, she screwed herself on two of my fingers as I thrust them into her and came. I looked at her as I licked my fingers clean of her juice. She shuddered again. I left the room without a word, leaving her with her swollen lips, in her wet panties and hopefully in anticipation of our next encounter. A month later, three weeks before her summer internship ended, Sydney accompanied me to San Francisco for a conference/working vacation. This would be a learning experience for her, but she was to be my girl Friday as well. Our suites had an adjoining door that I kept closed but not locked. We attended seminars during the day, did some shopping and sightseeing and ate in fabulous places. I would catch Sydney looking at me expectantly. She was waiting for me to touch her. I'll wager she needed it as much as I did. Other than a pat on the back, I didn't touch her. Eve would be proud of me. One morning around 2am, I went into her room. I was naked. It was time to fuck her again. The sexual tension had become unbearable and needed an outlet. She had left the lamp on and I could see her sleeping form under the sheet. Gently, I pulled it back, revealing her nudity. She was sleeping soundly on her stomach. I bent to lightly lick the ass I was soon to fuck. Then I straddled her back, put my pussy on her ass, reached under and filled my hands with breasts I still had not seen. Then I began to screw and squeeze. Screw and squeeze. Fucking her ass. She felt incredible--soft and warm. She stirred more when I bit her shoulders, looked sideways and smiled. " Oh, Mrs. Smith! It's about time you touched me. I thought you didn't want me. I didn't know what I had done wrong. I needed...I mean...you know." "Shh. I'm here now, darling. Here to give us what we need. You did nothing wrong except tempt the hell out of me. I always want you, pet, always. Now...I'm about ...to cum on...your... sweet... ass. Push it up to me. Oh yes, yes, baby. I'm almost there." She moaned in pleasure as I squeezed her nipples hard while I orgasmed. "Whew, that was good. Now turn over and let me see them. Your breasts." They were as beautiful as I expected, as beautiful as she was. My mouth gravitated toward the large, perky globes. I sucked hard on one while squeezing the other as she moaned and screwed her ass into the mattress. She welcomed me as I climbed aboard the front of her. I threaded my hands through her hair as I slipped her my tongue and kissed her. "I want to feel you down there," I said between kisses. "But you have, Ms. Smith. Your tongue and your fingers have been inside me. Oh man, just thinking about it gets me off." "I know, sweetie. But I haven't touched your pussy. Not with my own." I put my mound on hers and slowly began the ride into heaven. "Like this. See how good it feels? Pussy to pussy is perfect fucking. Take it slow. Now let it build." "Oh! Wow, yes, Mrs. Smith. I see what you mean. I feel you. I had no idea it could be so good." Sydney pushed up her pelvis to give me greater access. Her large pussy accommodated my equally large one quite naturally. Our lips rubbed, our clits battled valiantly toward orgasmic victory. The more I screwed her mound, the more I wanted to, needed to. I pushed into her, straining hard to get even closer, if that was possible. We were already fused, but it wasn't close enough. She pushed up more and let me grind myself into her willing pussy--to take my pleasure. Sydney reached up and pulled my head to hers and kissed me deeply as I fucked and fucked until we came. Needing even more, I scissored our legs and brought our pussies into closer contact. I touched her where I could and talked dirty to her. This fueled her for our second round. I fucked on her until she came. I held back as long as I could, relishing that intimate contact, listening to her new whimpers of pleasure, building up my own orgasm. When it came, it was so good, I thought I would stop breathing. But I didn't. I would survive if but only to fuck my girl again. I kissed and rubbed her over and over and over. I couldn't be without her after that night. We had ten days left in the city. She made her pussy available to me throughout the rest of out trip. I felt her up on a cable car ride as a little old lady looked on and plunged fingers in her pussy in the limousine that took us to our business seminars. Once, we arrived an hour early for a 10am seminar. She locked the door behind us. I watched as she slowly cleared away the legal pads, pencils and water glasses. She wanted to be taken right there on the conference table. She removed her panties, raised and held up her skirt and leaned back on one elbow. I slipped two fingers in her pussy and sucked on her clit. She was totally overcome. I wished I could finish her with a little quick pussy-to-pussy on top of the table, but we couldn't get undressed. In the conference, fueled with my personal knowledge of the business and the recent sweet taste and feel of my girl Friday, I was unstoppable. We always managed to get stuck between floors when we were alone in an elevator. If she happened to be wearing panties, they always ended up in my purse. Sydney went shopping alone one afternoon. She said she would have a surprise for me later. That night she put on a strip show. She was hot as a firecracker, dressed first in a slinky little black dress that she took off slowly while gyrating to music. Underneath the dress was black, sexy Victoria's Secret lingerie. It was just like the set worn by the model in the provocative new commercial that turns me on. Just looking at her dressed in that manner could thaw a frigid woman in two minutes. I reached for her. We could hardly clean our sweaty bodies for grabbing and sucking and kissing in the shower or hot tub. We would wake up in the night and have 69 so sweet it would make me cry. On a day trip to Napa Valley, we became slightly tipsy after our wine tasting. Sydney used daddy's name to secure us a quick luxury booking in an exclusive inn. There, giddy with wine, the day and with other, I ate Ghiradelli chocolate shavings from her blond pussy. Sydney arched upward, moaned my name and a few expletives as I circled the lip of a wine bottle in the opening of her pussy. I poured remaining wine on her and in her. Putting her legs on my shoulders, still giggling, I sucked her, attempting to retrieve it. Sydney considered it her special treat when I would let her sit on my face with my tongue buried in her pussy as she humped and screamed. Mine was to rub my pussy all over those big, perky breasts of hers, touching my clit to her nipples. I felt the need to treat her often. I'll most certainly write a glowing letter to Sydney's university. She did above and beyond all that I required of her. Read about Mrs. K. Smith with Eve in "Calling All Girls". Eve resurfaces briefly in "Bethel's Epiphany".