1 comments/ 12533 views/ 0 favorites They Meet Again By: quietgirl1315 She took one last look around the room making sure everything was ready. A bottle of wine was chilling on the counter top and the candles were lit, long red tapers, just as he requested. A light mix of Jazz and Blues was playing softly on the radio. Taking a deep breath she positioned the straight-backed chair facing the door, put her blindfold in place and sat down to wait. Every sound from the hallway made her tingle with anticipation. Moments later the door opened and she held her breath as he put the locks in place and approached. Stopping just before the chair he said, "Stand for me." She complied immediately and could sense his eyes moving over her, taking in the black lace corset and panties and the sheer black garter stockings. Brushing back a strand of her hair he said, "You've followed my directions well luv," and leaned in to kiss her. Telling her to sit back down he went to pour the wine and remove his tie saying they would relax a moment before they began. They enjoyed the wine and some pleasant conversation, catching up on things since they'd last met. Eventually taking her wine glass away he said, "Surely you realize that you must be punished for the impertinence you've shown in your recent messages." She could hear the smile in his voice but knew he would be true to his word. Taking her hands he lifted her up from the chair and quickly slid the black lace panties down and off. Turning her around he placed her hands on the arms of the chair and nudging one foot against her instep, indicated that she should spread her legs. Before she had a chance to wonder what would come, she heard as much as felt the sharp slap of the leather paddle on her cheek, followed by several more in quick succession. The paddling seemed to end as quickly as it started and she was left leaning over the chair, her reddened cheeks stinging. Standing her up he kissed her again to show that he was pleased. She could hear him moving the chair and was wondering why he had yet to restrain her wrists, as was his usual custom. She soon found out when he led her back to the chair and sat her down, positioning her feet to either side of him at the end of the bed. "I will watch you masturbate, and I will see you cum," he said as he placed a vibrator in her hand. She was nervous and yet a little excited, having never done this before but knowing there was no way out. Twisting the vibrator up to full power she tried to relax and went about what comes so natural, when alone. It didn't take long until he saw her body spasm with her self induced orgasm and it clearly excited him. Once again he stood her up, this time placing her hands on top of her head. She felt the long coil of rope as he began to bind her breasts and then a new sensation as he ran the ropes between her legs, spreading her lips. He tied the ends back up through the top, brought her arms down and used the remainder to restrain her wrists, making sure the overall effect was nice and tight. Leading her around the end he laid her cross wise on the bed with her neck just over the edge and after one more kiss, snapped a gag in place. She then felt his grip on her ankles as he secured them with cuffs and tied them tightly to the bed frame. His hands roamed up her legs and stopped to adjust the ropes, spreading her lips even wider. Continuing his caress up her body she felt his tongue take the first taste of her nipple. He suckled gently at first and then harder until both nipples were firm and hard, then attached his favorite clamps, with the heavy chain. The pain/pleasure simultaneously brought tears to her eyes and a tingling sensation to her loins. His pleasure was obvious to her as his throbbing erection pushed into her thigh. Moving back down her body his fingers probed between her lips and slipped inside, making her shiver with pleasure. She felt the head of the slippery dildo as he removed his fingers and slowly pushed it all the way in. His moist fingers moved back to probe her rear opening, preparing it for the small plug he slowly maneuvered into place. Knowing how she enjoyed being filled this way he worked his thumb over her clit, just long enough to tease. As she squirmed, he slapped her thigh saying, "Not yet baby." She heard the hum of the vibrator then felt the massaging sensation move slowly up her leg, hesitate at her upper thigh, then move down the other leg. He worked his way back up her leg, this time allowing the vibration to caress her lips and gently pressed down on her clit. Her gasp of excitement and was answered with a sharp tug on the nipple chain, silencing her once again. He continued moving the vibrator up her body, over her arms, her neck, and focusing for a moment on the soft underside of her breasts. Although silent, she couldn't control the shivers of pleasure that earned her another sharp tug on the chain. The vibrator was quiet now and while she wondered what would come next, she never anticipated the sudden hot sensation of candle wax dripping on her skin. She heard the clink of ice as he grabbed a cube from the bucket and shivered when the cold water dripped on her breast. Next she felt the hot wax on her upper thigh, then the cold again on her pelvis. The drips became closer together until she could no longer tell which were hot and which were cold. When he said, "The wax looks lovely pooling on your skin," she understood why he'd asked for the red tapers specifically. Pleased with the visual he'd created for himself, he moved to stand behind her head. Leaning down he kissed her neck and whispered, "You're beautiful baby." With that he grabbed a handful of hair from the base of her neck and jerked her head back, allowing his hard cock to rub against her face. He chuckled as her mouth flew open, greedy to accept him against her tongue. He probed her mouth for just a moment before thrusting himself deep saying, "Suck me good baby." Lost in the sensations of pleasuring his cock she didn't immediately notice his tongue rubbing between her breasts. She focused quickly though when he grabbed the chain up in his teeth and pulled taut, stretching her tender nipples farther still. The sudden gasp around his hardened member was more than he could stand. Releasing the chain, he stood up, pulled his cock from her hungry mouth and cried out as he came on her breasts. She was thrilled by the sensation of him licking his cum from her skin. She noticed the gag loosen just before his mouth came down on hers to share the reward, and felt a connection like never before. The kiss deepened while he held her head up and caressed her face in a moment of pure tenderness. Placing his hands under her shoulders he slid her back on the bed, in a more comfortable position. Then moving around to the other side he said, "Time for your reward, you've earned it baby." He slid the dildo slowly out of her pussy and pushed it back in quickly, repeating this motion several times, eliciting her moans of pleasure. Slowing down, he brought his tongue in close and softly licked from her opening up to her now throbbing clit. This too he repeated several times, feeling her strain to lift up to him. With the final pass, he stopped at her clit and increasing the pressure he directed the tip of his tongue on her clit in a flicking motion until her body quaked with the force of her orgasm. She could hear his low chuckle of satisfaction as he removed the dildo and the plug, and then reached to untie her ankles. Easing her into a sitting position he untied the rope at her wrists, rubbing her upper arms and shoulders in a comforting gesture. He sucked at her nipples as her removed the clamps to ease the pain and gently unwound the rope from her breasts. He stood her up, allowing the rest of the rope to drop away and pulled her to him for a warm embrace. Reaching up he removed the blindfold and she could see he was smiling as he looked into her eyes. Meeting his gaze she lifted her lips to his anticipating another of the kisses she so craved. Finally drawing back, he said, "Let's make love baby." In answer, she turned to climb back on the bad, only to be surprised by the smack of his hand on her butt cheek. Looking back at him she saw his broad grin as he said, "I still want that ass!" They Meet Again After Many Years She'd wanted to see him again and see how he'd aged and find out what he had been doing and having invited him around for a coffee she felt a compulsion to wear something sexy. She selected a summer dress and wore nothing else but a black thong. She felt nervous and excited and his friendly face on arrival eased her tension. Having made him a coffee they moved in to the lounge and he settled himself in to a chair. She'd already put on some soft music and felt a great urge to see how he reacted as she swayed, sexily, to the noise coming from the speakers. His beaming smile suggested her movements appealed to him. She'd only invited him around for a chat but was being driven by an uncontrollable urge. They had hardly said a word to each other and now she was dancing in front of him, in a very light dress, and she felt so confident and at ease and just wanted to tease him. How far could she push him? This was all a little bit too much like good fun. She turned her back to him and continued to move to the gentle rhythm of the music. Before she had even realised what she was doing she had taken the sides of her dress and was lifting it ever higher to display more of the back of her thigh. His unblinking gaze just encouraged her. In a flash the lightweight dress had been lifted above her hips and he let out a surprised moan as he saw her bare buttocks separated by the small bit of black material. He had not known what to expect but this had never crossed his imagination. This was more than just a little interesting. She continued to move, amazed at her own confidence and at how comfortable it all felt. His startled noise had brought a huge smile to her face and she turned to face him and show her appreciation. Compulsion? Desire? What was the driving force? She hadn't even had time to consider the external power causing this unusual behaviour before she had started to slip the straps from each shoulder and let the dress fall to the floor. Here she was, stood in front of an almost stranger, practically naked and feeling so excited. Her hands reached for her head which did nothing but emphasize her breasts and encourage his eyes towards them. She was feeling the juices of excitement warming inside her. She couldn't stop now. She leant towards him, teasing him, letting him smell her and allowed her breasts to flick across his face. She was really loving it – being an exhibitionist was not in her nature and she had never before acted in such a way. But it all felt so easy and she could not explain it. She shuffled back towards the sofa. With her shoulders and upper torso resting against the seat and her body arched in front of it, her knees bent, she began to thrust her hips skyward, spreading her legs just a little. Was she glad that she had neatly trimmed her bush several days before and that hairs were not sprouting in all directions? Her thong was beginning to moisten She was feeling more and more erotic, more and more confident. Without saying any thing he had continued to encourage her, smiling, offering gentle moans and murmurs of pleasure. She'd look back on what followed and wonder what had possessed her but for now she was just going with the flow. In the aim of personal pleasure as she was in her own world, but also sub-consciously trying to tease and excite him, she moved back on the sofa and her hand eased under the elastic of her underwear. She started to display her sexuality ever more openly. Dragging the elastic taut to show her fanny lips, her hand exploring around her bush, dragging a damp finger along the insider of her upper thigh. The underwear was becoming an obstruction and like a stripper playing to her audience she went through a tantalizing, slow removal. She spread her knees a little wider inviting him to look at her love tunnel, glistening with "perspiration" under the lights, ever so inviting. She was moaning with pleasure. The background music had become insignificant. He was just mesmerized. She had to have more and her fingers probed between the flushed lips of her fanny, separating them with ease, and gliding in to her. Her body spasmed. Gently her fingers moved, expertly she reacted to her own touch. She'd never had any one watch her masturbate before and she felt a huge sense of power – pleasing (him) and being pleased. She reached for her clit and gently rubbed it – it responded. She was getting so excited. She beckoned him over hoping that he would like to join in – he knelt in front of her and a nervous hand stroked up her inner thigh and around her bush. As his hand moved over her bush he gently stroked the outer lips with a trailing thumb. She was so hot and wet. He let his hand wander south and inserted a several fingers in to her dripping tunnel and felt her squeeze them with enthusiasm. He then started to play with her swollen clitoris before exposing it and just staring at it with excitement. He caressed her breasts and teased her nipples, all the time she was encouraging, talking softly under her breath, and his wet fingers reached for her mouth and she kissed and licked them clean, enjoying the taste of her own juices. His head shot forward and kissed her thigh so softly. Before she could react his tongue was probing inside her, searching, tickling, and then he started to lick and suck her clit. She was almost out of control. Could she hold on? She never wanted this high to end. As he felt her body stiffen in anticipation of the orgasm that was to surge through her body he pulled away and guided her hand to her clit and watched as within seconds she convulsed in to an enormous climax. Her chest rose, her breasts were enlarged, her nipples were erect, her hips reached for the sky, her buttocks clenched firm and her erratic breathing got ever quicker. She wanted him inside her but decided that should wait for another occasion. She motioned for him to stand and pulled him towards her. The bulge in the crotch of his trousers was obvious but she cupped it with her hand and rubbed gently on the outside of his trousers. Even through the fabric she felt a twitch. She leant forward and kissed the spot she'd been rubbing. How much further was this going to go? He hadn't discouraged her and she continued to be guided by an external force. She unzipped his trousers and her hand delved inside and was met by some very damp cotton. That was why he hadn't been discouraging her – he really had been enjoying the show. She unbuttoned his trousers and he let out a startled squeal. His briefs really were constraining his erection and she eased them over his hips and down over his knees. She was still in control. He looked down and smiled but was concerned at how long he could control his throbbing weapon – if at all. His proud knob was bigger than she expected. It was by no means large and wasn't any longer than average but it seemed wider from her close proximity. She clasped her right hand arouse the base of the shaft and made two long, slow strokes across its full length. The pre-cum fluid dribbled from the "eye" of the one-eyed trouser snake, it glistened in the light and she leant forward and flicked it away with her tongue. It felt as if he'd been hit by an electric shock and his body jumped. She did not want to wait too long and eased her mouth around the swollen end of his tool. Her hand stroked his balls, caressing him, while her mouth reached down is shaft, taking it as far back in her throat as she could and then easing back to expose all but the tip. She knew it would not take long but she was going to enjoy every second of this act. His hands pushed her head further on to his stiff, erect, throbbing dick and she sucked with ever more intensity – and then she felt the "kick" through her fingers first, moved her head down as far as she could, and waited the short time for his hot fluid to strike the back of her throat. She felt spurt after spurt as his body shook, wave after wave of convulsions scorching through his body and he wondered how he managed to stay standing. She continued sucking even harder which completely blew his brains out and made his orgasm last longer than he could ever have imagined. He was a spent force. She felt incredible – so light that she thought she was floating with the clouds. Her fingers reached for her clit and within seconds another almighty orgasm had raged through her body. Part 2 She knew that he often worked late and waited for his company's car park to clear before entering the building. She felt so hot as she had a specific plan in mind – never again would he see his office in the same light! Her mind had only just started to get active and she knew that she was not going to achieve every thing in one visit. Therefore, she had started to breakdown her "mental" visits in to short sessions of 15 – 30 minutes and she was going to call them THERAPY: •Encourage him to acquaint himself with her body, to explore it and to take her to an orgasm with just his hands and fingers. •Just like training a dog for having done well she thought that she would then "reward" him in some way – a blow job? Or would she just let her hands do her talking? •She wanted to introduce his mouth to her game as soon as possible and a session was planned where she was lying back on his desk, hips hanging over the end and his exploring tongue bringing her to the ultimate climax. •How was he performing? His actions / responses would drive the momentum and she would review what "reward" may be appropriate. •She had so many ideas in her mind that she was uncertain which direction she would choose and she was certain that the list of current thoughts was not exhaustive and that she would only add to them: •Masturbate in front of him •Get him to w*nk himself off for her •Perform a tantalizing strip tease. •Should she consider taking her vibrator to one of her sessions? •She even considered the remote possibility of finding a friend who may be interested in joining her and performing a lesbian show. She hoped that he'd like to pleasure both of them at the same time. •Ultimately, she wanted to have sex with him. This was her fantasy. Her end game. •Lying on his desk feeling him pump hard in to her ... •Sat astride him on his office chair having a far more gentle, sensual experience ... Despite obvious outward appearances that she was trying to please him she was really in to this for her own personal satisfaction. She knew that if, ultimately, she wanted to have sex with him that she had to build his confidence, to make him realise that he could satisfy her and express how desperate she was for him. This was a big game for her. She had the experience and the sexual confidence and this was an opportunity to "train" and educate some one to please her and satisfy her demands. The fact that she fancied him just made it more appealing. Despite her thoughts of being in control she was very nervous as she entered the building for the first time. She wasn't even certain that he'd be there but she was in risk taking mode. When she knocked the door and he came to answer it the confidence flooded back in to her and her sense of power returned. She allowed him to go and make her a drink whilst she relaxed in his office, getting a feel for the surroundings, making mental comparisons with the images she had generated of his desk, the lay out, the décor, the smells, etc. It was smarter and tidier than she'd imagined but also more plain and a little more stark. She had carefully thought about and selected what she was going to wear. She had opted for a black turtle neck jumper and a comfortable knee length skirt – she felt classy and it would enable her to carry out her plans for this first session. He returned with her drink and was at a loss for words as he stared at her attractive face and gorgeous hair whilst she returned his smile. He mumbled something about asking how she was and it was just the initiative she required to take control, to say that she was feeling pretty good and rather horny and that he was going to follow her instructions. He was transfixed. Amazed that she'd turned up uninvited and now she was making comments that had him feeling incredibly nervous, quite afraid and a little concerned. He could only wait. She wandered around his desk, sat on it facing him, a leg on each arm of his chair and stated that she was here for a therapy session and that it would not be her last. She felt a need to gain some kind of hold over him, without being domineering or over-powering, and said that she was going to teach him to satisfy her and meet her every whim. What she'd teach him could only benefit him with other women but first and foremost she was in it for her own satisfaction. In time she'd ask him about his own relationships but for now words were unnecessary. She took each of his hands and they were very tense and clammy and she held them and ushered him to relax – she had no plans to hurt him. In fact far from it. She stroked the back of his hands and the tension began to ease and he chuckled as she tickled his wrists. It was time for his hands to start to find their way around her body and she led his right hand to her face and gently stroked her cheek and ran it through her hair. He was still a little tense but she was getting quite excited – her thighs had begun to twitch with anticipation. She led both hands on to her hips and upwards, covering her tits on the outside of her jumper, cupping them gently between the wool and easing his hands to her neck which he began to stroke of his own accord. He knew he was the only person left in the offices but he was wary that some body from the factory could interrupt them and wondered if he should go and lock some doors. He decided to get this routine task out of the way and when he returned she had removed her bra and placed it on his desk. She lifted her jumper to display her cute breasts and tweaked a nipple – he did not need any encouragement at this point to lean forward and stroke them gently, to caress them, to circle each nipple with a finger, to rub the nipple with a thumb. She was feeling extremely erotic and he moved towards her as if to kiss her nipple but she pushed his head away and said it was hands only. He was not about to complain. Slowly. Gently. His hands explored her upper body and she reacted so positively to her touch. He was lingering longer than she wanted and unlike any man she had met before she had to encourage him to think about moving lower. She opened her legs, still on the arms of his chair, and invited him to look up her skirt. One hand continued to kneed her tits whilst the other fumbled for a knee and began to course its way up her inner thigh. She gasped and he jumped back and asked what he had done wrong. She told him that it was just verbal encouragement and to resume quickly. His hand eased towards her underwear and he felt her warmth and moistness from outside the material. He eased a finger under the material and was amazed to find her neatly shaven. Did she feel hot? He wondered if his hand would melt! It was a good job she was wet as well to put out the fire burning inside her. This was the first time he had touched her and he seemed to be guided by some force. She'd expected he'd need more guidance but he was doing pretty well so far as a large middle finger spread her fanny lips and reached inside, probing, then reaching as far as it could. She squeezed as he eased it out of her and then back in. She moved her hands under her skirt and removed her thong widening her legs and little and suggesting he look at the effect he was having on her. Her juices were flowing and her horny feelings were increasing. She suggested he start to tease her clit and guided him towards her little love button which tensed at his tender touch. She started to moan and he suggested that she needed to be a little quieter – she obliged but her hips moved more ferociously. She guided his other hand towards her crotch and with one finger teasing her clit he inserted another in to her wet love tunnel. This was not supposed to be so exciting – after all it was only a finger f*ck and she had not anticipated any thing like this much pleasure. Her orgasm wasn't far way and she deliberately gave him no indication of its impending arrival as she impaled herself on his one finger whilst thrusting her clit ferociously on to his other. Oh, did it feel good! She screamed with pleasure as her body shook violently. He wondered if she'd just been possessed but her sweaty smile was reassurance that she was still on planet earth – albeit only just. She recovered her consciousness, jumped up, said "Thank you. I'll see you again" and left almost as quickly as she'd arrived. In reality, her legs were all of a quiver and her body was still in spasm but she had a confident air as he watched her walk to her car. He was still somewhat completely shocked. She jumped in the car, let out a deep breath and leant on the steering wheel for support. That had gone somewhat better than she had ever imagined and she knew that she'd be back. She started the car and immediately stalled it. She tried again – she just could not get her legs under control. Another plan formed in her mind – after that performance he needed a reward and some encouragement to service her needs again in the future. She jumped out of the car and ran back in to the building, raced to his office kissed him passionately. He did not need words and enjoyed the stirring in the pit of his stomach and breathed her sweet smell deeply. He was still responding to her strong, powerful kiss as her one hand rubbed the crotch of his trousers, fumbled with his belt and released the clasp. She was still flowing – juices poured from her fanny and, as she had left off her underwear, down her upper thigh. She was crazy for him. But she had to train him for sex. For now he had taken her to an orgasm and she did not care if he came inside 5 seconds – she just wanted to satisfy him. He jumped away as his trousers came free, nervous, scared of losing his seed too quickly and embarrassed that he would disappoint her. She eased his worries by saying that she did not care how he performed – after all he'd excelled just a few minutes before and now it was his turn. She tried to ease his feelings that his knob was undersized but he was a man and would always have such fears. She held it tightly in two hands and could feel it twitching. He advised her when to ease off and he'd relax a little. She loved seeing a man hard and erect and with her thighs getting ever wetter she just had to taste his spunk. She sat him on his desk and went down on his dick – no gentle teasing with a tongue but taking his full length in her mouth. He ran his hands through her hair and was surprised that he did not cum immediately. She enjoyed having to give his powerful knob some attention, having to caress, cajole and play with his balls and she gagged when he shot his load as the sheer ferocity took her by surprise. She lapped up every spurt and washed it around her mouth – it felt so good. Her legs had stopped trembling and she jumped up and was gone. It was all she could do to get out of the building, to rush home and search for her vibrator and the feelings that she knew would follow. Part 3 She'd got in to a regular routine. She did not need any of the emotional attachment required by so many people to enjoy sex and she had found a very willing and reasonably capable partner. Whenever she needed a sexual release she'd contact him. They did not meet for any longer than 30 minutes and rarely chatted. They certainly did not make any small talk. She liked visiting him at work, it still excited her and she had so many happy memories of the first time when his fingers had taken her to such an orgasm that she had not been able to drive her car because her legs were trembling so much. However, if people were working late at his office she had, on only a couple of occasions, entertained him at her flat. They Meet Again After Many Years She'd had a bad day – her boss had been in an impatient mood all day, she'd suffered from emotional colleagues offloading about their personal problems, etc. – and she just wanted to be exported to a place where it could all be forgotten. She craved that sexual high. Her desire was rampant. She'd been in such a rush to get away from work that she had forgotten to contact him. She hoped beyond all hope that he was still at work and that he did not have to rush off because she could then, at least, meet him even if there were still colleagues in his office. When she turned in to the avenue of his office on the industrial estate and saw his silver car still on the car park she began to think that her luck for the day was beginning to change for the better. Her chest rose and her heart began to beat just a little quicker. Her mind began to imagine his hands running through her hair, caressing her breasts, probing her sopping love tunnel and tasting her own cum as she kissed him ... Despite having visited his office on several occasions, some times just for a coffee and a half hour break from the realities of life, she still felt nervous. She could not get through the security access door and relied on him hearing her knocking the door and coming to meet him. Somehow she felt vulnerable. She'd climbed the stairs and knocked the door forcefully. As she waited for his beaming smile to brighten up her day she tried to remember where she had met him and how they had got to the current situation between them. She could not remember. Where had it been? She tried to think of her earliest memories of him but it was a long time ago and the fact that she never saw him for a period of time just made it more difficult. She could not recall whether she'd met him in a bar, via friends or through work. One day she'd remember to ask him. She knew that they'd had an instant physical attraction but he had been so painfully shy and she had done most of the running. Their lives were different and they were never meant to spend too much time together – they were never relationship material – but there was an undefinable "spark" and sexual energy that filled the air between them. It felt so thick that they refrained from other company because any body could recognise the sizzling air that fizzled between them. He heard the door being knocked and looked at his watch – 6.10pm. He'd just been thinking about her and wondering why he'd not heard from her for several weeks. His expectations rose that she was at the door and his groin "jumped" in anticipation. He wandered along the corridor and his face broke in to a spontaneous smile as he saw her beaming face meeting his. She'd felt so stiff for several hours but the tension evaporated instantly. The pain in her head vanished immediately. Why did he this effect on her? How did he do it? He bounced along the corridor and opened the door: "I wondered where you'd been hiding?" he enquired. "I have had quite the sh*ttiest day in living memory and hope that tongue of yours is on form!" They wandered in to his office and he sat back in his chair and began to tidy his desk. She just stared at him, slowly. She began to think about why she liked him – he was so uncomplicated, knowledgeable, at ease with himself and with a gorgeous smile and a fantastic arse – what more could she want from a man? His dick might only have been an average size but in the recent months that she'd started meeting with him they still had not had sex again. He was still making her feel incredible without having entered her – she longed for the day when they could spend a little longer together and were coupled together slowly, joyfully, in a sensuous union of body and mind, but the wait made everything else just that little bit more exciting ... If she planned to visit him she always made sure that she was wearing a skirt and a top to make every thing a little bit easier and quicker. Today she'd made no such plans and had worn a jacket and trousers to work as her boss was entertaining important new clients and every body in the advertising agency where she worked was desperate to make a good impression and retain their account. She hung her jacket on the back of his office door and took off her shoes. She unbuttoned her blouse just enough to entice his gaze towards her small, firm tits. He just loved the fact that she had such a firm, athletic body – the long legs, narrow hips, flat stomach, firm buttocks and well toned shoulders and arms. Her lovely thick hair was just a bonus. She was so light on her feet that she seemed to glide across his office floor. She sat on a chair, stretched her long legs across his desk and asked him to massage her feet and toes – he duly obliged. Alternating between light, feathery strokes that tickled and firm tension easing rubbing he kneaded both feet for several minutes and felt the tension ebb from her toes, feet, away from her ankles and he continued up her legs and expertly massaged her calves. They were so smooth and he enjoyed the hold that he was having over her. She was moaning. He loved easing his thumbs in to her muscles, removing the day's tension, he loved to see her smiling. He could not reach beyond the back of her knees which had quivered at his touch. He leant back and offered her a drink which she declined. She moved herself on to his desk and her feet reached for the crotch of his trousers. Her right foot stroked across the zip of his trousers and she felt him start to react. Her toes searched for the end of his knob and she curved them around the mound in his trousers. She rubbed the outside of his trousers again with her right foot before using both feet to trap his growing, stiffening wand, to play with him, teasing and probing. Neither of them had to try to please the other - it happened so naturally and easy. It helped that she only visited him when her sexual appetite needed satisfying and, after all, he was just a man and how often did they decline the advances of any body let alone a gorgeous, nubile athlete. She jumped on to his lap, wrapped her legs behind his waist and began to gyrate her hips, very slowly, pushing herself in to him. She could feel his alert c*ck reaching for her and she drove herself towards him, her thong straining at her flushed fanny lips, trying to tease her clit. It was a struggle but she soon found a position that exposed it enough to enable the gentle rhythm to stimulate her glorious love button. This was so pleasurable without being climax inducing. She leaned in to him and kissed his neck. It was the first time that she had kissed him since she did not know when. She was getting very wet and incredibly horny. After all she was here to put the lousy day behind her and was not going to allow frustration to get any kind of a hold. She stood away from him and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, unfastened her trousers, eased off her bra and sat back on his lap. With her arms around his neck to hold on she leaned backwards, her hips still easing in to his crotch, and he did not need an invitation to cup her tits. His touch always seemed to be almost perfect. His hands stroked the bare flesh and the back of his fingers danced across her nipples. They rose to the attention. With the palms of his hand cupping most of her tits he used his thumbs to stroke her nipples, drawing circles around the ever hardening, glowing, coffee coloured "rivets". His touch encouraged her hips to work harder, increasing her desire, the juices beginning to leak from her. He squeezed her nipples gently between the backs of his index and middle fingers and she let out a cry of pleasure. He pulled her back towards him and his lips reached for her gravity defying tits. For several minutes he licked and kissed, the flickering strokes sending messages of passion shooting to her brain, before he started to suck gently on her one nipple as his free right hand played with the other. She was in ecstasy. Had she really had a bad day? He had an infatigable spirit and never knew when to stop. He would have continued for hours had she not decided to take control of the proceedings. She stood and removed the last article of clothing she was wearing. Only briefly did he consider what would happen if any body turned up and found a naked woman in his office. She lay on his desk with her hips hanging over the edge and seductively swirled her tongue outside her mouth. She dragged a finger between her swollen fanny lips, lingered briefly on her clit and invited him to follow. Without hesitation he inserted a finger in to her wet hole and waited for her to squeeze it with enthusiasm. He probed and allowed her to ride it for several seconds. God how she wanted his dick inside her right now. The thumb of his other hand began to work at her clit, rubbing it softly, teasing it, letting it swell in to the soft flesh of his thumb whilst her love juice poured on to his other hand. She was nearing her orgasm and he was not going to allow that just yet. He'd grown in confidence during recent meetings and was far more capable of looking after himself too. He leant his head between her open legs – she was begging him to lick her, to let his strong tongue delve deep in to her fanny, to lick her clit. She knew that she could not take this pleasure much longer. It was heaven and excruciating all at the same time – she wanted the high, the release to last forever but she was having to fight, to tense her body, to delay the inevitable orgasm. She was just about to explode when he eased away from her. He'd got her just where he wanted her. Begging him to continue. Suffering from desire. Desperate for the orgasm that would send her whole body in to spasm, the waves of release flooding throughout her. Getting her to this point had excited him and he was stiff and primed ready for action. With her lying over the edge of his desk he had a great desire to drop his trousers and send his loaded tool in to her burning cauldron. He needed sex with her. But he knew that would always be her call. At that moment she had exactly the same thought. Get inside me – now! Hard. Powerful. Masterful. Grind against my clit. Let me squeeze the life out of that c*ck. Oh, f*ck me, harder. Make me cum. Quickly. She was aching for him. He started to undo his belt and she leant forward and positively released it, tugged his trousers and incredibly small briefs over his hips and began to man handle his throbbing c*ck. He had never felt it so big and she remarked that it seemed bigger than before. Holding his man hood in both hands just increased her desire. She felt the first shocks of an orgasm before they subsided. He wanted them to cum together, both licking and sucking each other in to oblivion. The positioning was awkward. He lay back on his office floor and invited her to straddle his face facing his feet. She didn't need any prompting and before his tongue had recommenced its probing of her tunnel and sucking of her love button she had gone to work on his dick. Two hands stroked its full length. She screamed out loud which surprised him. Her one hand played with his balls whilst the other played with his sensitive "helmet". He could feel her working him over but his mind was too occupied with sending her in to orbit. He could taste her sweet juice on his tongue and her body tensed every time he flicked his tongue across her clit. She could not take much more. Trying to keep her at that point of intensity he concentrated on her fanny, delving, running his tongue across her lips, etc. She took his dick in her mouth, letting the full length reach the back of her throat before releasing it slowly. She licked it. Slowly she circled the top with her tongue, lapping his pre-cum juice and swallowing hard. He'd never been this hard with her before and she'd never known him take this much stimulation without shooting his load. This only increased her pleasure and was driving her insane. He returned to her clit and would not leave it alone now, not until she'd cum. He licked and sucked and then flicked his tongue incessantly against her swollen pleasure zone. She cried and moaned, her hips driving her clit across his outstretched tongue. This was the only shaved fanny he'd ever met and he loved the lack of hair, nothing to obstruct or get in his way, nothing to cause him to gag and swallow incessantly. She couldn't take it. This had never felt this good before. She sucked harder on his c*ck which had got even bigger with her best endeavours. She let out a huge scream and her hips shook violently. Juice poured from her. Her erect nipples were almost painful. Was this pleasure or pain? Her whole bodied tensed, her firm muscles tort, before she exploded in one of the most fantastic orgasms of her life. That bad day must have had its uses – she been able to plumb the depths to enable her to enjoy this incredible high. He swallowed and swallowed as her cum poured from her. As if hit by a bolt of lightning his head "exploded", his body spasmed and he shot his load straight down her throat. She lapped it up and sucked hard, hard and even harder until he was dry but still spasming. He shrieked with pain as cramp took hold off his buttocks. Quickly, she climbed off and turned round and impaled her self on his still hard dick. She had it inside her – at last. She left it there for twenty to thirty seconds, squeezing it, feeling him warming her insides, gently stimulating her clit against his dick. She got off quickly, leant forward and kissed him on the lips. He was taken aback. This had never happened before. He could not taste his own seed as she had taken it straight down her throat but she wanted to taste her own cum and she entwined their tongues to lick off her own sweet flavour. She stood up, and as always, immediately began to get dressed. She stammered, "One day soon I am going to have to feel you inside me" And with that she walked out o his office and was gone. Part 4 "My friend has gone away for 2 weeks and lent me the keys to her apartment and we are going to have the f*ck fest of your life" began her e-mail. He liked the subtle use of "we" but it would be of "his" life – again, she was just exerting her greater experience and confidence, just taking that extra bit of control. He knew he'd never "win" with her and had long since stopped trying. They both had other partners but this was hardly an "affair" – it was a pure sexual arrangement. They both needed more sex than their partners wanted. "I want us to christen every room in her apartment, to shag each other senseless in every conceivable way, so that whenever I am round there I can remember what we were doing ..." continued the e-mail. She also knew that she planned to recount every last detail to her friend and did she want a story to tell her? "I'm already imagining what we'll be doing, already sensing your dick ramming its full length in to me, teasing my lips with the end of your shaft, feeling your exquisite touch on my tits, your lips and tongue driving my nipples in to oblivion, ... I could almost cum just thinking about it. I'll take care of everything else. All you have got to do is deliver yourself." Details of time, location, etc. were all provided. This was not his usual lunch time meeting and he felt extremely nervous as he drove to the designated flat and parked the car. No sooner had he pressed the buzzer to the 3rd floor apartment and the door was electronically opened. There were no stairs obvious so he jumped in the lift and took a number of very large deep breaths. He needed to try and get his pulse under control but he was struggling. No sooner had he exited the lift than the door to the relevant apartment was opened from behind and he walked in. The smell of fresh coffee hit him as he walked through the door, completely over-powering the clean smell of the apartment. She was stood behind the door completely naked – he just marveled at her fantastic body, the long legs, narrow waist, flat stomach and athletic shoulders. She really did have a stunning body. "I got here a little while ago and made some coffee but the anticipation was killing me and I couldn't wait" she said, as she grabbed his hand and led it down over her closely cropped, narrow triangle of pubic hair and between her legs. She was already wet. She held his hand between the top of her legs until she had dribbled, just a little, on to his hand. The apartment was very modern, with lots of glass (with blinds in the panels), wooden floors throughout, loads of stainless steel, etc. It was so clean it was almost sterile. "I'll make you a coffee and you can get undressed in there (pointing to the master bedroom) and I'll see you in the lounge which is through that arch (pointing a little further along the little hall way)" It was an order! Before getting stripped off he noticed that all of the blinds had already been closed. He removed his clothes carefully as he'd have to return to work and he felt so embarrassed by his nakedness. He had never been completely naked with her before her and just felt so inferior. She had this fantastic body and he thought that he was so normal and average. Other women had commented on his bum, a few on his legs, and his face wasn't too bad but he didn't exactly have the six pack and pecs so prevalent in the ideal male. Just ordinary was how he'd describe himself. Perhaps, one day he'd pluck up the courage to ask her what she saw in him. He walked softly along the short hallway and before he entered the lounge he caught her reflection in the mirror. There was an explicit video playing on the tv – a couple seemed to be in a very romantic location, in a log cabin with a roaring fire, but the sex was just 2 people hammering away at each other, passionless. The cameras could not have got any closer, etc. But she was no longer watching. She was lying on the edge of the sofa, her legs wide open, her right hand holding a gold coloured, very long,(it must have been 10+ inches) and thin vibrator. He stood in the arch way of the door and watched her for, at least, a minute. She was in her own little world. He tip-toed towards her, his c*ck semi-stiff from watching her pleasuring herself, and intended to take over with the vibrator. Her eyes opened just before he reached her. "I wondered what was keeping you" she uttered but he just put his finger to his lips to advise her to keep quiet. He reached for her right hand, which had continued to roll the vibrator along her inner thighs and over her heaving mound, and placed his on top of hers. The action was almost affectionate and she led their hands as the inanimate tool rolled around her body. She eased her hand off and invited him to excite her. He did not need any further invitation to slide the implement, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, in to her. She moaned and her hips reached for it, trying to take it in quicker, but he was not having any of it. The harder she reached, the more slowly he eased the warm, throbbing member in to her. His teasing was exciting and irritating all at the same time and she'd let him have control for too long. In her books those 2 minutes were still 2 minutes too long! She took the vibrator from him and turned it off. He stood up and began to drink his coffee. His dick was at her eye level as she was sat on the sofa and she wrapped two hands around it – before he knew it she had put a condom on him and started to suck the end of his knob. He nearly splurted coffee all over the cream coloured sofa – now that would have been a story to explain to her friend. "Ooooh, banana – my favourite" she offered. He was just speechless at how she had managed to put a condom on him without him realising what she was doing. They had never discussed each other's sexual history and he was re-assured by her actions. They Meet Again After Many Years She stood up and started to whisper to him about how she loved being with him, however brief their meetings, how he'd never know the effect he had on her, re-assuring him that he needed to be more confident in himself, that he had abilities that he wasn't aware of and how she longed to feel him tunneling around inside her. Her voice was so calm, assertive without adding her usual little bit of dominance, gentle. He had a feeling of being "drunk" – probably just mesmerized by her words. She started to go in to detail about what she wanted to do and did not leave much to his imagination. Initially, she asked him to lie on the large rug and she stared at him from a standing position. She continued to talk in hushed tones as she surveyed him from her lofty position. She placed a foot either side of him and eased herself down on to her knees, his stiff c*ck just in front of her flat stomach. She rubbed her lower stomach against it as she pushed it in towards her body with her one hand. She'd longed for this moment. The orgasms he'd given her with his fingers and his tongue paled in to insignificance when compared to the butterflies she was now feeling. This was still a pure sexual arrangement but pushed right up to her limits – she was beginning let her emotions control her actions. She eased herself forward and let the swollen tip of his knob linger between her flushed lips – the initial contact caused his dick to "jump" whilst her body felt as if it had been hit by an electric shock. Slowly, she engorged its full length and sat there smiling at him. For 30+ seconds she did not move. She needed this moment. Then she slowly began to move her hips, to grind her clit on to his dick and when her hand reached behind her and began to play with his balls he thought his world was coming to an end. After all that she had said he could not shatter her illusions and cum this quickly but she was so exciting that he was struggling. Really struggling. He lifted his thighs to ease her away from him and she let out a groan of disappointment. Just at that moment he hated himself. But he had to do it before it was too late. When he explained that he was getting too excited she got off and lay back on the sofa and opened her legs invitingly. He just stared at her gash. He shuffled towards her and on his knees he let his dick run up and down the entrance to her love tunnel and then teased her clit with the helmet. She wrapped her legs behind him and yanked him. Way in. He started to pump her in a manner reminiscent of the film that was still playing on the tv. The slow, sensual approach was left behind as she started to beg him to go deeper and faster, interspersed with spells of just holding him deep inside. It became like an obstacle course as every couple of minutes she would lead him to a new position. After the floor and the settee she led him to the dining table where she leant over it and still stood up he entered her from behind. She was pawing at him, gripping his one leg as if trying to squeeze it to death and then pulling him in form behind by tugging at his one buttock. He had to warn her to be careful with her nails. He'd never seen her like this. Normally, all she ever wanted was orgasm after orgasm. This was almost the last thing she seemed to be trying to achieve. She was animalistic – determined, driven, focused. He could easily see why she did such a good job of sculpting her body in the gym if she attacked exercise with the same ferociousness and intensity. And then she pushed him back on to one of the dining chairs and straddled him. Almost immediately the ferocity subsided and the gentle, sensual sex that had started proceedings took over. She leant in to him, just leaning on him, being held, slowly riding his growing c*ck, and she gently kissed his chest. There was a passion between them. Neither of them could find any other feelings for each other but they managed to bring each other to life sexually. The bits just seemed to fit, the actions coming so naturally to both of them. She lifted her legs and felt him drive even deeper inside, lighting fires inside her that burned intensely. They stayed in this position for a number of minutes before she said that she needed a "seeing to" in the kitchen. Leading him by the hand she wandered in to the spotless, open kitchen and climbed on the side board. On his tip toes he could just about reach her sex with his out stretched tool and with it only just inside her he concentrated on playing with her tits. He let her reach for him with her hips as he wanted his hands free to caress the soft tissue, to cup, to fondle, to press her glowing "fun bags". She began to moan with pleasure. His fingers began to excite her nipples with light feathery touches and soft circles drawn on her flesh around the stiffening tips. When he pinched both nipples, at exactly the same time, between his thumb and forefinger she couldn't contain her delight. He lifted her by the buttocks and carried her the couple of yards to the small kitchen table where he gently lay her down. His dick needed a rest. Having almost shot his load after only a few seconds he had calmed down – the frantic sex had not excited him quite as much as it had her and he was almost in control of the thrusting weapon. He stood over her and kissed her nipple. He licked it. Then he, repeatedly flicked his tongue across it. At the same time his hand reached down across her mound, across the small area of hair and along her lips. His fingers went to work in her tunnel. "Does the "G" spot really exist? If so, where is it?" he wondered as she squeezed the fingers that he had hooked backed inside her, towards the front of her lower stomach. He wanted to give her the orgasm she so usually craved. With her still lying on the small table his mouth moved up her inner thigh, across the swollen lips and down the inside of the other thigh. She hated it. She needed him and dragged his head back towards her streaming tunnel and he let his tongue wander the full length of each outer lip, before probing in to the darkness. She wanted to know why this excited her so much. When his tongue moved towards her clit and flicked the swollen "love button" she knew that she was close to cumming. This was not going to be an earth shattering climax, building to a crescendo as if nothing mattered in the world, but would be a gentle release following the slow build up of horniness arising from the sex. When he started to suck her clit she managed little more than a whimper and a brief shudder of her body and the fact that only a little more juice poured from her body made him wonder if he had done something wrong, some how failed to fully satisfy her. She even pushed his head away and he felt a little concerned. She just sat up and cupped his face in her two hands and smiled – she always seemed to know when he was suffering one of his moments of insecurity and just how to re-assure him. She had enjoyed it after all. He caught sight of the clock on the kitchen wall and realised that he'd soon have to get back to work. When he mentioned it she said that they ought to take a quick shower to wash off each other's scent – and that the bath room had not yet been christened. The bathroom sinks were set in to a paneled sideboard with a huge mirror and he set her down between the sinks and re-entered her. It was lower than the kitchen and his whole shaft disappeared inside her. She leant back, hands on the mirror and ground her body in to his. This is what she had longed for. She'd had some of it earlier and now she'd got it again. The stimulation may not have compared with some of the climaxes she had experienced with him but they were coupled, a union, and the feeling of him roaming around inside her was fantastic. She loved it. She'd had her doubts whether he'd be big enough to satisfy her – she need not have worried. He'd said that he couldn't dance but he did not lack the flexibility in his hips nor the rhythm to get her tingling all over. She moved forward, placed his hands under her buttocks, put her arms behind his head and wrapped her legs around his back.. And with that he lifted her off the side board and stood with her impaling herself on him, holding her firm glutes in each hand, driving him deeper and deeper in to her. It felt so deep and hot to him that he was half expecting a visit to the local Casualty Department to report third degree burns. Was it pleasure or pain? When she leant back and started to sway athletically he struggled to keep his balance and to keep hold of her. It may only have been for 30 seconds but she was intent on rubbing her clit against his dick with the stiff tool ball deep inside her – then he had to put her back on the side board, almost exhausted and with his legs shaking. He pulled out of her and she stood up and began to run the enormous shower. He'd never seen a shower quite like it – it must have been about 5 feet across and circular with a directional shower head fixed in to the ceiling. She waited for the temperature to reach the point where she was comfortable and stepped in, inviting him to join her. He stood to the one side and watched her let the powerful jets of water pour down on her, across her tits and down her firm torso. She closed her eyes as her head disappeared under the spray and seemed to disappear in to her own little world. She knew exactly what she was doing – grabbing his attention! Her hands moved to her chest and she began to play with her own tits. She was remembering his actions in the kitchen just a few minutes earlier and trying to mirror his actions. It did not cause the same electric shock as his touch but it still felt pretty good. She supported each breast from beneath, played with it and let her fingers slide across her stiffening nipples. With each hand on the opposing tit, almost as if she was crossing her arms, she squeezed her nipples between the thumb and forefinger and moaned with pleasure. He was just mesmerized. She opened her eyes and told him that she was just remembering how he'd touched her, fondled, caressed, squeezed and teased. Her body had "hardened" to the jets of the shower and looked even better. She stepped to the side to let him get under the spray. He continued to watch her as he washed water over himself. Her hands began to move south and his now semi erect c*ck began to stiffen again. She saw his reaction and told him not to be embarrassed and encouraged him to play with himself. Her fingers began to work at her fanny. Sliding along the lips, inserting them, rubbing the clit, stroking it, spreading the lips wider, etc. Dirtily, she took a finger to her mouth and licked it clean. Such suggestive actions were causing the dick that was being gently massaged by the palms and fingers of his hands to twitch. She re-inserted a couple of fingers and pulled them out to show him her love juice. She did the same again – she certainly seemed to be flowing – and offered him her fingers to lick clean. The shower partially cleaned them for him but he got enough of a taste of her sweet syrup. His dick was throbbing. The way his muscles had tensed in his chest to counteract the power of the shower just turned her on even more. She just watched him washing and playing with his man hood whilst her fingers continued to go at her clit. She was nearing another orgasm and she wanted him to share it so she stepped under the spray with him and took his hand from his dick to her hot, sopping tunnel. His finger rubbed her clit as instructed, quickly but lightly, gently, backwards and forwards and this second orgasm was much bigger, far more powerful as it gripped her whole body and she shook as if hit by an earthquake. She'd not anticipated some thing of that magnitude and her legs nearly buckled from under her as she struggled to regain "consciousness", her pussy oozing and her chest heaving. He was going to have to off load his throbbing c*ck. For nearly an hour now it had been in an extended state, at various levels of alert, and her second orgasm had nearly blown him away especially as her one hand had been working his shaft, playing with his balls and trying to tug the helmet from the rest of his body. She wondered if he'd been eating Duracell batteries because he'd lasted more than 6 times longer than ever before. She began to doubt herself and wonder if she'd lost her magic but such was her confidence that this was only for a fleeting moment. Continuing to play with his twitching knob she turned round, smiled at him, and winked. Her slow playing with the skin around the sensitive end had his pre-cum running from the "eye" of the one-eyed trouser snake. He had become almost oblivious to the water pouring from the ceiling but was far from unaware of her sinking to her knees and taking his swollen member between her lips. She licked the pre-cum and showed it to him, resting it on her tongue. His ball sack felt that tight that he wondered if there was any blood left in the rest of his body. She wrapped her hand around his dick and "pumped" it towards her waiting mouth which was working the end of the stiff tool. Occasionally, she would let his full length enter her mouth and sucked him hard. This was more than he could take and felt better than he could ever have imagined. He tried to hold her head forward, permanently sucking his c*ck, but she was having none of it and flashed him a disapproving look – he'd just have to take what she was offering and he was in no mood to complain. His tense body passed the point of no return, all the muscles relaxed and he felt his hot, sticky wad start to pour from his balls. She felt the signaling twitch and pulled her head away and pumped his throbbing weapon as quickly as she could. His first spurt nearly caught her retreating face but fell harmlessly to the shower floor and she pumped the next few spurts from him very slowly. Just as it looked as if he had shot his last and his orgasm was beginning to ebb away she fed his full length in to her mouth, all the way back to her throat and sucked. And sucked. He thought she was trying to suck his balls down his pipe and his orgasm just continued to grip his body. He felt incredible. Nothing was coming out but it just intensified and prolonged his orgasm for what seemed to be an eternity. They were both spent forces. They finished showering and dried each other off. He got dressed again and prepared to leave but not before she reminded him that her friend was away for 2 weeks, that there were 2 bedrooms that had "missed out" and that she could meet up again in a couple of days time. This time it was an order but more of a request – was she deliberately adopting a slightly more relaxed, less dominant air with him? Had he earned it? "If only all hour long meetings were this much fun." He thought as he drove back to work, contemplating their next encounter. Part 5 He walked in to work early in the morning and, as always, immediately, switched on his computer. He hadn't slept well as he'd been thinking of the previous day's sexploits and now there was an e-mail, from her, just waiting for him. He felt an ache in his groin as the memories flooded back to him. Once again, his heart began to beat just a little quicker. Her e-mails were rarely more than one or two sentences but as soon he opened this one he could tell that she had spent a little more time tapping away at the keys of her computer. It filled his computer screen: "Hi! Or is it Good Morning? It is late at night (he noted that the e-mail was timed at 12.37am) and I am sat at my PC thinking of you. I just can not get the memories of lunch time out of my head and I have been in a permanent, heightened, sexual state ever since. I went back to work but just could not concentrate. My legs kept quivering and all afternoon juice just kept oozing from my fanny. I had to go to the toilet in mid-afternoon to clean myself up a little - but whilst there I had to tickle my little bud as I remembered your tongue licking it on the kitchen table. I was soon very wet again. I struggled to drive home – not just because my legs were quivering but because I could not concentrate as I ached like mad for another orgasm. The house was empty when I got back so I quickly got undressed and lay back on my bed, my hands roaming my tits and tweaking my nipples. I got out my vibrator, not cleaned from lunchtime which only re-alerted my senses, and thought back to you lifting me off the bathroom sideboard. I eased it deep inside me as I recalled the feeling of grinding my hips on to your rigid dick. I was already extremely excited and it wasn't long before an orgasm scorched through my body. I'm not sure I needed the inanimate object, as my recollections of your "live" tool thrusting in to me were far too vivid, but holding it almost fully inside me as I came all over its length was really powerful and satisfying. Three orgasms in an afternoon and I was not finished. Before starting this note I was having a shower and found an uncontrollable urge to shave my minge. I imagined your hands controlling my razor and your eyes staring at my dripping love tunnel. I felt so horny that I had to let my fingers re-explore my body. I stroked my inner thigh as I searched for my swollen fanny lips, one hand probing inside whilst the other played with my expanding clit. After all the clitoral stimulation in such a short space of time I could not distinguish between pleasure and pain but I just had to continue. I'd take a creamy finger from my excited "hole" and lick it clean, slowly, sensuously, whilst continuing to tease my clit. I circled my hardened nips with juicy fingers and flicked them gently, teasing them to grow even more. My body was on fire. The continuing teasing of my clit was almost painful but it was taking me to such a sexual peak that I could not stop. I tickled, caressed, fingered, stroked and flicked and when the orgasm wracked my body I had a couple of fingers deep inside me and my juices just poured all over them. All the time, I'd imagined you fingering me and it was so intense it felt unbelievable. It started so deep in my body that I thought my insides were going to flow out. As I write I am still "leaking" and keep wiping myself dry with my hand and smelling my own sweet smell. Tomorrow, I am going to take you to the heights that I have hit today. You had better be prepared to cum!" Only 7.30am and his knob was already twitching. He had over a day to wait. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Oh, how the last 29 hours had dragged since he had read her e-mail. As he drove to meet her again he could not believe that it had been 2 days since they had last got together – it had felt so much longer. She was becoming like a drug. His cravings were getting stronger and stronger. His need for a "fix" more and more frequent. He hit the buzzer for the apartment and bounded in to the waiting lift – she had seen him arrive in the car park and had sent it down for him. The soft music hit him as soon as he walked through the door and made him realise that there hadn't been any playing a couple of days ago. At the time it hadn't struck him as being odd but the fact that there was now music seemed far more natural. No sooner was he through the front door than she was telling him about the massage that she was about to give him. She led him in to the second bedroom, one of the few that he had not seen the other day, and she lay on the bed. A towel had already been laid down but she lay just to the side of it and invited him to strip for her. She encouraged him a little by saying that he needed to be naked for his massage – surely he'd had a stressful morning trying to work but only being able to concentrate on her nubile body – so why didn't he try and excite her along the way? He felt so clumsy and awkward as he slipped off his shoes. He wondered if having a drink might have eased his inhibitions and helped him to move to the music. He'd never know.