0 comments/ 49512 views/ 3 favorites A Rainy Night In L. A. By: Osito As the night wears on, the spacious room becomes the only light on in the short row at the luxury hotel. On a business trip, I'm alone with my thoughts... and the sound of the rain just outside the door. For some reason, the television's sound isn't working correctly. Feeling a bit inventive, I turn off the sound and power up my laptop's media player and tune to one of the zillion internet stations pumping out smooth jazz. And, as is my practice whenever possible, I shed all clothing except my underwear. While I'm no male model, I'm most comfortable wearing a thong or g-string. That slight friction of the material against my asshole keeps me mindful of the pleasure my smooth cock and total package enjoys as I bask in the erotic heat always moments away at any time. Lying back on the couch, I notice that the movie station is playing "A Few Good Men" and for some reason, I can't keep my eyes off Demi Moore. "Must be the lack of dialogue," I mumble to myself. "Who cares; I've seen this thing more times than I can count. And, man, Demi is looking better all the time in that white uniform. Even with the crisp pressing, the top she's wearing can't stop her nipples from bursting through. Mmmmm... I can just imagine bending her over that table, hiking up that skirt, and taking her right there!" I feel the surge of heat creating the tension in my lower extremity, and my hand moves to feel the bulge rising easily and eagerly, straining against the fabric. Feeling the moisture on the front seeping through, I reach inside and release the thickness, tucking the underwear under my balls so that they pull forward slightly (while still hanging low in the sac), even as the thin waistband adds support to the engorging flesh resting on the band at its fleshy, shaven underside base. Feeling that push against the back of my balls, together with my left hand now caressing and lightly scratching the hanging balls, the sensation of smoothness of my engorging cock begs attention from my right hand. As fingers wrap lightly around the flesh, the throbbing tube pushes higher to the sky even as it grows more stiff from the caresses. Moving my right hand as close to the base as possible, my thumb and forefinger wrap tightly around the pole while the palm pushes against the sac and forces the balls downward. The effect is intense as the veins in the rigid stake bulge and the balls push the sac into a taut position. But that's not all: the pleasure increase urges me to slump lower in the couch, resulting in the horizontal fabric of my thong catching on the edge of the couch. Consequently, the only part of the thong to absorb the pressure is that strip resting against my asshole. I revel in the added sensation of my self-induced assplay and a pleasured "Ooooohhhhhhhhh" escapes my lips. Just then, with my manhood at full attention and my mind swimming in the possibilities of giving relief to the engorged flesh, I'm interrupted by what seems to be the sound of a familiar voice outside the door. "No way," I think to myself, "it can't be." "She's talking to somebody," I realize as I lean forward, reaching for something - anything -- to cover myself. Having had a light workout earlier, the only thing my hands can find is the tight Spandex shorts I normally wear beneath the regular athletic shorts during my workouts (but had failed to bring because of the weather... I'd stayed inside and worked on my abs). "What the hell," I think to myself, sliding the form-fitting material up both legs, over my readied package, and finish at the waist. Given the way they fit, I reach down and adjust the crotch by pulling it up to avoid the "drooping pantyhose" look, and consequently I completely and inadvertently mold the stretching fabric around every dimension of my package. No question about it, anyone with any vision can see my cock is aching to fire the steamy fluid waiting in my balls. However, I'm not wasting any time, because the knock on the door and the other (also vaguely familiar) voice add to the sense of urgency of the moment. "Damn, it's raining!" the second voice announces with a funny sense of the obvious wrapped into her tone. "And I can't believe I left without any kind of jacket or an umbrella," she almost laughs out. As I open the door, the first voice, also a woman, is sympathizing. "Those bastards have totally sent us into a tailspin, Meg. Hell, Bruce drove me damn near crazy with his antics, and Russell got you so you don't know if you're coming or going, fucking you over with Nicole...," her voice trailing off slightly as she turns to look at whoever is opening the door. Facing away and therefore unaware that the door nearest her has opened, the other takes a deep breath, sighs, and thinks out loud, "Yeah, living life in the public eye is such a bitch." She wipes the rain from her face and runs her fingers through her dripping and seemingly unruly hair as she whispers, "Oh, what I wouldn't give for a just a couple hours where nobody makes a big deal about my image." As her fingers finish passing through the streaked blonde tips, she shakes her head, sending water flying in all directions, but not affecting the playful look of her hairstyle. I can't help but notice how her breasts lifted slightly, causing her nipples to protrude against her equally wet white T-shirt. There, standing in front of me are two soaking wet images who look to me like Demi Moore and Meg Ryan. Stunned, I can only listen to the one who looks like Demi say with a Demi-like breathiness and slight crack in her voice, "Hey, girlfriend, who'd have imagined we'd both end up breaking down at the same intersection?" The blonde turns and faces her, "Yeah. Quite a coincidence, isn't it?" she follows, moving quickly to her friend and giving her an affectionate kiss on the cheek, the kind close friends are never embarrassed to have anyone else nearby see. And as they both turn to look at the face of the one who opened the door, I realize I'm not wrong. They are Demi and Meg! Quickly gathering my composure as best I can, I attempt to calmly invite them out of the rain and cool night air, "Oh, ladies, please come in out of the weather!" I nearly blurt out, feeling like a fool for sounding what seems to me like a doting butler. The two women momentarily pause, looking at each with that look that only women understand: a kind of blend initially involving concern for personal safety, quickly gaining strength (because, since there are two of them, they can take care of any real problems that might arise), and shifting rapidly to mutually recognized and equally shared control of the situation. As the slight smiles crease their faces and they begin to move forward, the back of Meg's pointer and middle fingers on her left hand almost imperceptibly brush Demi's right inner thigh just above the hem of the lightweight miniskirt as Meg passes in front of her friend and begins into the door. I hear Demi's excited gasp as her body momentarily absorbs and revels in the sensual interplay. Having paused to allow Meg to pass in front of her, Demi's right hand coyly slides down beyond Meg's waist, and I hear the sound of fingernails grazing the wet fabric covering the lower left side of Meg's ass as she saunters in. Meg fights back the chuckle wanting to make its way from her lips, but can't avoid the "Hmmmmm..." which involuntarily escapes her throat and reverberates out her mouth. Stepping inside, they both make a quick once-over of their host, and the additional curve in their smiles as they scan my crotch tells me they are fully aware of my aroused state. I try to ignore the obvious bulge I'm sporting, but I'm completely aware that it is remaining exactly as it has been for several minutes prior, and if anything, it seems to have a life of its own: as my cock quivers with pleasure at the sight before me, my balls pull tight and forward then relax slightly. In doing so, they move slightly backward toward my body and also "fall" some; therefore, the fabric clings tightly to the pair -- which makes the movement so much more obvious. These two women, very different in their screen personas, don't mind any of this in the least. In fact, both are showing obvious signs of arousal themselves. Neither had even considered the possibility of rain when leaving for their destinations, but this fluke led to this moment. It was a warm Southern California day rudely interrupted by a freak rainstorm. In an area the size of Metro L.A., it can take an hour to drive somewhere you normally go, and the large population allows even highly visible people to be somewhat anonymous. Consequently, both women dressed very casually. Meg, never to be confused for a tom-boy, had just slipped on the medium weight, loose but fitted, cotton T-shirt, not worrying about a bra. And with the temperature at a just-above-comfortable 89 degrees, she tucked that T into one of her favorite thread-bare pair of short denim shorts - the kind that don't look she's been poured into them, but which through many wearings look molded to her, accenting her cute ass and hinting at her flourishing womanhood. Demi, returning from an evening in Malibu, also went without a bra and wore a lightweight cotton sleeveless top which buttoned the entire length. She had it tucked into the also-lightweight button-up miniskirt; and as is her custom, she had unbuttoned the top three buttons, allowing completely free air circulation around her luscious breasts as well as arousal-producing eye-candy with her freely displayed cleavage. Neither knew the other would be at the intersection at the moment they both arrived, nor did either expect any problems - let alone the rain which had begun to fall some thirty minutes earlier. Instead of having to worry about someone driving poorly in rain conditions, they were both shocked when their individual cars suddenly began to sputter as they unknowingly approached each other from opposite directions on the freeway. With both making their way off the freeway onto the frontage roads and then turning toward the services listed on the freeway signs, they were too busy looking for auto help to notice the other. Finally, as Demi's Porsche barely made it to the empty parking lot of the unfinished upscale shops across the intersection from my hotel, Meg's BMW pulled in right beside her. Demi had forgotten to charge the battery in her cell phone, so it was dead, and Meg had completely walked out the door without hers. Even when they first stopped, neither of them realized it was the other. Only when Demi opened her door and stepped out into the cool evening rain beating down did Meg recognize her. Climbing out of her car, Meg could not combat the torrential downpour any better than Demi. Although they tried using their little handbags to keep the rain off their heads, they rapidly lost that battle. Within seconds, their clothing became completely soaked. However, they bask in the spontaneity of such opportunity, and they are friends -- each appreciating the other's unique beauty and skills. Even as they stood outside their cars, the frustration of the moment passed, and they began to laugh as if they were once again little girls swept up in the magic of being young. As the rain fell, drenching them, they threw their arms back and looked up, laughing like they hadn't for several years. And their clothing no longer absorbed the water, causing their skin to show through 95% of their tops. As Demi looked over at Meg standing in the rain and looking like a college girl who had entered a wet T-shirt contest, she felt something she hadn't ever imagined: aroused by this cute blonde. When she looked at Meg with a hint of lust, she became quiet in a way Meg had never seen her, which intrigued Meg. As Meg turned to face Demi, she saw her in a new light as well: a hot, lusty woman. She saw how Demi's body invited all to look and enjoy. She felt a unique compulsion to rush to and lovingly stroke, fondle, and lick Demi's breasts. They knew, however, that if they were seen pleasuring each other in public, they would have to pay too high of a price. Looking across the intersection, they saw the sign to the hotel and the one light still on. They had no idea they would find me here, listening to jazz and looking at Demi in that uniform, wanting to slide it up and fuck her. But here they are, and we are all showing the signals of wanting to enjoy the pleasures of tender flesh. I have seen beautiful and sexually powerful women naked before and have given them great sexual pleasure. However, this is a first for me. As these two women stand before me, I can only marvel at the sight and thought of what we are doing. Water drips off their bodies, their shirts still showing nearly all their flesh, their skin racing with the contrast of the cold where they were and the heat of the room. Because they are not yet warm, their nipples are hard and erect. Their shirts still cling to them, perfectly outlining their breasts, bellies, and backs. They see my lust, and smile with the face that says, "Yes, you will have what you desire... in due time." I know tonight will end well, for they are telling me so. Demi almost pleads as she briefly shakes. "May we use the shower? These clothes are so wet and cold that I'm starting to shiver." I can't help but comply. "Of course! Please! And you are free to use anything I have with me." I reach into my bag and remove a bottle of body oil. "I know you'll love this: all natural sensuous body oil. Your skin will bask in its own tenderness, and half the pleasure is putting it on!" They look at me, then at each other. Meg looks at me and flashes that smile I've seen her give dozens of times in the movies, and I know she is contented with how this is developing. And she does something I've only fantasized about: she steps to me, reaches out, and with her right hand lightly strokes my cock with the tips of her fingernails, even while it's bound by Spandex. The body oil falls from my hand onto the top of my travel bag. One more touch like that and I could cum right there.... I watch, fascinated, as they remove each other's clothing. Meg faces Demi and begins to slowly unbutton her skin-tight top, the water still dripping off her face, onto her shoulders, down her breasts, and dropping from her nipple to the floor. After Meg pulls the sheer cotton top out of Demi's miniskirt, she unbuttons the last two buttons and reaches her hands inside the blouse. As her hands move up and out, Demi's perfect tits are unveiled, her nipples still fully erect and her breasts beginning to swell from the encroaching excitement working over her entire body. She closes her eyes and in her trademark semi-hoarse voice she moans, "Oh how I've wondered what it would be to have a woman make love with me. My body is pulsing from this pleasure, it's so good!" With Demi relishing the pleasure, she reaches out and takes Meg's face in her hands. Moving close, she turns her own head so that as her lips meet Meg's and her tongue reaches out to caress Meg's lips she may do so without interference. Still just inches away, and standing topless before her friend, Demi's hands release her lover's face, moving down the contours at her shoulders, gently gliding along the outer curve of her breasts, and down her firm belly to where Meg's T-shirt finds its way into her shorts. Fighting the impulse to grab the bottom of the shirt at the sides and pull, Demi's fingers deftly tuck inside, behind and around the top button of Meg's shorts, gently releasing the button. As Meg gasps in pleasure, Demi slowly slides the zipper far enough to release the tension holding the wet T-shirt in, but does not take it all the way down. She is holding the tension in balance for her friend's pleasure. Demi tells Meg to raise her arms, and she complies with the order, slightly raising the T-shirt so her creamy white skin shows by an inch or so. As Meg stands facing her friend, Demi's hands spread wide around the bottom of the shirt. With her hands between Meg's skin and the wet T-shirt, Demi begins to peel away the wet shirt from Meg's belly, sides, and back. As her hands move further up Meg's torso, the flesh on her fingers come into contact with the sides of Meg's perky tits, and pausing in her journey to remove the dripping T-shirt, her thumbs work around to where she lightly caresses the cute blonde's nipples. Meg moans in her building pleasure, her fingers running through her own hair - like she did in "When Harry Met Sally" - except this time the pleasure is real. After tantalizing Meg with those touches that send pulsing waves straight to her clitoris, Demi continues her quest to free her friend's upper body from the bondage of her restriction: clothing. Demi's hands slide the shirt all the way over Meg's head, quickly tossing it over her back. As Meg stands topless before her, Demi takes her fingernails and runs them down Meg's sides. Then, placing her hands on Meg's hips, she quickly moves in, taking first the left, then the right, breast into her mouth and suckles each with passion, care, and tenderness. Meg's smile tells Demi she is pleased, and Demi stands up straight, moving directly to her friend, and hugs her, their bare breasts pressed together in the heated embrace. Loosening from Meg just enough to look deep into her eyes, Demi presses her crotch into Meg as she holds the back of her head and presses her lips onto Meg's. The blonde does not fight this in the least, but in fact matches passion for passion as their kisses sound like animals going after each other. Demi's head slides to Meg's neck, where she begins to lightly bite her fiery blonde bombshell. However, Meg is not finished. She kneels down and reaches around behind Demi, where she begins rather forcefully running her fingernails them up the back of her legs. As Demi again moans, Meg's hands glide up Demi's ass, discovering their shared secret: they both love wearing thongs. As Meg caresses Demi's smooth, tight buttcheeks with her nails, Demi's hips begin to sway as if she is being taken up in orgasm. Her moaning shouts her pleasure, and she reaches up to her breasts, caressing all over and pinching her nipples. However, Meg is a skilled lover, even though she has never been intimate with a woman. Kneeling in front of Demi, she carefully undoes each button on the skirt until it simply falls to the floor. She leans into Demi and begins to kiss her at her lower belly just above where her thong rides, on the joint where her hips and upper thigh meet, and up and down her strong sexy thighs. Demi's eyes are closed and she waivers in the pleasure being given her. The scent of her woman-musk fills the room, and the dripping darkening on the lower front of her thong bears witness to her pleasure. Meg reaches up with her left hand, and facing Demi, slowly slides her fingers between the right edge of the thong and Demi's shaven mound, causing her to shake and whimper in delight. Sliding her fingers downward, she then begins pulling the front of the thong away from Demi's heated tenderbox. Exposing her shaven mound, Meg slowly begins to lick the inner thigh on Demi's left leg, moving slowly toward her sex. When she reaches the quivering tenderness, Meg very lightly - and only once - runs her tongue from the lowest point she can reach to the barely hidden button of Demi's clitoris. There, she presses from the top with her tongue in order to not irritate or cause pain to Demi's magic button. Demi nearly swoons from pleasure, but Meg stands up, effectively pausing the direct pleasuring. She stands facing Demi at her right side and reaches her right hand between the front of Demi's thong and her skin and pushes her left hand between Demi's ass and the thong. In doing so, her left hand slides down across Demi's asshole to pull the thong away from her body. Again, Demi moans, knowing the pleasure of another woman's touch to her extrasensitive asshole, an experience she relishes. Meg's hands push the thong straight down, and within seconds Demi is completely naked, her pussy quivering and pulsating in extreme anticipation. A Rainy Night In L. A. Momentarily pausing, the two soak in the scene they are acting out. Demi is having more difficulty in the exercise than Meg, since she is living out the feelings and actions of both the seducer and the seduced. All she knows is how horny she is right now and how great that feels. Meg, on the other hand, is in her classically playful orientation; the only twist is the body shape of her playpal. While Demi stands in readiness, Meg backs away slightly and smiles. "Gotta call home to tell the sitter I won't make it in tonight. Want me to call yours?" Realizing she hadn't asked me first, Meg looks over at me with both playfulness and urgency on her face. All I can do is nod and gape at the half-naked and half-unbuttoned boy-toy staring me in the face. Eyes closed in reveling pleasure, Demi can only gasp out a gutteral "Yeah." Meg turns back to face her, giggles and gently commands, "Hey, cutie, get into the shower. Turn it up so it's hot and steamy. I'll be right there." To seal the deal, Meg squats slightly, reaches down with her cupped right hand and gently but firmly rubs Demi's quaking mound, slides her left hand up the back of Demi's right thigh, stopping and digging her nails into the tanned tenderness of her ass. All the while, Meg is tongue-flicking and lightly biting Demi's ever-erect right breast nipple and pressing her still-covered pussy against the heated vixen's thigh. "Ooooooooohhhhhh" again pushes through Demi's lips and she obediently moves toward the bathroom. As she walks away, her movement stirs her womanly moisture so its scent permeates the room and sends a line of it down her left inner thigh. As Meg turns toward the phone she looks me straight in the eyes and smiles. Passing by me on her way, she again reaches out with her right hand, slides her fingernails across my continuing bulge, then takes my balls into her hand. Clamping down, she forces me to go with her to the phone. The radical arousal brought on by her fingernails digging through the skintight material which gives way to her pulling at my sac while the back of her wrist rubs against the underside of my cock is almost too much to bear. Stopping at the phone, she turns again to look at me and makes the conditions clear. "You've been waiting for an experience like this for some time, I know. So here's how it's going to work: While I'm making these calls, you have that amount of time to make me want to fuck you. If you can do it, you're in for the night of your life. But if not, sorry, Buckwheat; you're gonna be left in the viewer's circle. Got it?" Giving my balls another squeeze, she releases me. I look at the crazed bitch with the perky tits in front of me, nod my head in understanding and agreement, and gasp "Uh-huh" through a dry mouth. Thinking quickly, I realize that she's playing a power game and challenging me to be as sexually strong as she. Just after she turns away and lifts the receiver, I swat her ass with a quick slap on her right cheek. Slightly stunned, she jumps a bit and blurts out that amazingly playful giggle. Seeing I'm on the right track, I step into her and reach around her waist with both hands moving to her half-opened zipper. This also places the softness of the skin on her back against my chest and forces my eyes to look over her shoulder and down onto her luscious breasts. My hands deftly work the zipper down to its end, then slide to her waist to begin peeling off the still-dripping and form-fitting thread-bare shorts. As my fingers spread on each side of her waist between the denim and the flesh, she pushes her ass toward me as if to signal that she wants me to start at the back. I comply and slide my hands to her slightly protruding butt and begin to work my way down her tight creamy cheeks. A simultaneous "Mmmmmmmm" escapes both our lips. Hers is the result of feeling a stranger feel her body as it responds to the wildness of the growing arousal; mine is in knowing her arousal is beginning to match mine as well as seeing the bare naked asscheeks which are becoming visible due to her silken thong taking prominence as her shorts loosen and start to slide off her ass and down her legs. She shivers slightly as the cold wetness of the denim slides off her body. I take the shorts all the way to the floor and she steps out of them. Her legs spread slightly as she stands with the receiver in her left hand, looking like a secretary and stripper at the same time. I grab the base of the telephone in my right hand and the back of her thong with my left at the same time and then simultaneously pull her down onto the chair next to the table while sliding the base next to her so she can make the calls. As she settles down to the chair, I release her thong, but slide my left hand down behind her right leg and at the moment she lands I raise that smooth, lusty leg and lay it over my left shoulder. This gives me partial control of her movement, and by quickly doing the same to her left leg I now control her entire lower body. Within another moment, I am kneeling before Meg Ryan and licking her inner thighs while she is on the phone to her babysitter. From this strategic situation, I can only hear both sides of the conversation, and I can't help but revel in the difficulty she is having in trying to explain to the sitter that while everything is all right, she'll be back the next day. As my tongue moves ever closer to her heat, her breathing starts becoming heavier and she squeals slightly just as she hangs up. I can hear the sound from the bathroom of the shower pounding water as the curtain slides back and Demi steps into the hot steamy sensuousness to continue relishing her heatedness - in contrast to the cold of the dripping she felt a few minutes earlier. Again, a contented "Mmmmmmm..." slides from my lips as my left hand reaches over Meg's right thigh and my fingers hook the fabric where it meets her left-side bikini line. Pulling it back I see and lick the glory of the blonde bombshell with her merge also shaved but signs telling me she is a true blonde. Just as she finishes stumbling through dialing Demi's number, I use the leverage I have to pull her toward me, her crotch now past the front of the chair. A slight giggle at the jolt soon gives way to another gasp as I grab both sides of the thong and tug. Almost instinctively, she presses her legs down on me, causing her hips to rise and the musky material to slide away from its former position. As soon as she relaxes, my hands slide to the back of her thighs while moving into the leg holes of the thong. By slightly raising her legs and releasing my shoulders from those hot quivering thighs a moment, I also move away long enough to slide the silken treasure straight up and off those beautiful legs. Now she is panting with lust - but still trying to hold a (somewhat) understandable conversation as my hands hold the back of her knees toward the arms of the chair and my tongue begins to dance on her swelling labia. "Yes, Mmmmmmm... this is Ms. Ryan... Mmmmmm... Ms. Moore ... asked me - oh, yes - to call you... and - Oooooohhh - tell you that - Oh, fuck! - that she needs you to - yes, oh, YES! - to keep the - Oooooooohhh - kids overnight. AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! - Sorry, I have to - FFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!! - go now..." her voice trailing off but her moaning increasing as she searches for the base. I hear the 'click' of the connection ending when her hand hits the base, but the physical pleasure is too much for her to concentrate on resting the receiver into the cradle, and she gives up after the second try. I could care less if the phone gets hung up. My mouth is locked onto Meg Ryan's sweet heat with my tongue caressing her growing clitoris, its hardness becoming dominant, and the musky wetness oozing from her now-thrusting sex calling out to my lust-driven intensity. She grabs my hair and pulls me even tighter to her aching pussy. Taking my cue, I press my mouth even harder against her and lightly press my teeth together, gently biting her bulging clit. Moaning - almost screaming - with animal-like growls, she releases my head and begins to claw at my back, her head thrown back in heat and her breasts heaving in raw pleasure. Seeing this usually playful woman lost in sexual ecstasy because of what I am doing to her causes my own pressure to rise and stiffen even more than I had ever imagined it could, giving me the feeling that this throbbing unreleased has built to the point of having a life of its own, such that unintentional holding back has ensured me several hours of hardness. And what a time for this to happen! Neither Meg nor I hear the shower shut off as Demi steps out and grabs a towel. She doesn't hold it very long because she hears the sounds surging from the room, and walks in to find her friend making her own music. Demi smiles, any hint of disappointment at having had to shower alone now erased as she sees her friend consumed in the throes of passionate drivenness. For all her acting study, Demi Moore is really a method actor, mentally creating the character and situation and "becoming" that person. And every character she plays stays with her, becoming part of her total person. She became the desperate whore she played in "St. Elmo's Fire" by being an easy lay. She developed the stripper in "Striptease" by wearing a mask and ACTUALLY working as a stripper in L.A. She knows no other way to make it work for her. Consequently, as the steam drifts upward from her naked form, while water again slides downward from every part of her torso and drips from her still-throbbing pussy, she feels the easy-lay-whore and the Tits&Ass-swaying-pole-dancing-stripper emerging and ready for hot sex play. "Oh, yeah," she commands, "eat her heat!" As she looks on momentarily with towel-in-hand she lightly dabs her face, then runs the towel briskly through her hair enough to rid herself of the water dripping in her face and pulls her hair straight back. Meg, still riding the ecstasy wave, simply opens her eyes to see the body some seven feet from her, with the steaming vapors rising off the breasts now raised because of Demi's hands running through her hair. Looking up at her face, I see Meg's eyes burning with desire. "Come here, girlfriend," she scowls at her dark haired firebrand, "I want you now!!" Although I can't see her, Demi's voice cuts through the steamy room. "No, no, no, my sweet nympho. You let me take a shower alone while you started without me. Although I can see you've got him just in a perfect place - mmmmmm, your pussy smells good - I will not settle for less." It's just enough for me to pause and watch the event unfold as she drops the towel, and with water still dripping she almost glides to the bed. Meg's eyes are fixed on the sight of Demi's movements, watching her tight ass and supple form the entire time as she slides onto the hotel bed which I'm sure has experienced more than one session of sexual passion play. Demi crawls onto the bed like a crouching tigress then, looking to the right at Meg, raises her left hand and silently motions with her index finger, "Come here." Meg gasps at the sight of the hot whore-dancer, breasts hanging and ass raised and I feel her legs pushing downward. Upon seeing Meg obeying and moving, Demi now looks at me and signals with her eyes that I am to follow. Meg almost squeals as she floats to the bed, her breasts heaving and legs moist from the heat already generated. As Meg slides onto the bed, her legs fly open in anticipation of the tongue-lashing she knows Demi is going to apply, but Demi just waits. Again she looks at me, now raising her right hand and motioning behind her. Meg can't help herself and begins to finger herself, her left hand pulling her lips and hood back to expose the pressure button and the middle finger of her right hand goring at her inner recesses. Of course, this forces her breasts together and she is again writhing in self-perpetuating ecstasy. With Meg momentarily pleased alone, Demi settles back toward the end of the bed, sliding down to her knees on the carpet as I reach her. I reach up and pinch my own nipple just to make sure I am awake. From the minor jolt of pleasure inducing pain I realize that, yes, I am, and yes, this IS happening. Demi's hands reach up to take hold of my straining rocket, still held within my shorts. Cradling the pouch attached, she squeezes my cock to the point of mutual satisfaction. Then, checking over her shoulder to see Meg still squirming, she grabs ahold of my shorts from both sides and furiously pulls downward. Along with the sensation of her intensity and the nails tearing at my flesh, the rush of air to my groin - now free from its bondage to clothing - adds yet more sensitivity to my smooth package. "Hmmmmmmm," she entones, her voice sounding her anticipation. Taking my balls in her left hand, she licks her lips and pulls herself to what awaits us both. As her mouth surrounds my engorged head I nearly swoon from the pleasure its nerve endings blast to my brain. Taking me deeper, I feel her slick saliva coat the shaft while her fingers below squeeze and pull on my balls. Within what feels like minutes but is actually just a few seconds, my cock drips from the slickness now mixing with the seeping, salty pre-cum beginning to emerge at the end of the throbbing bulb. Seeing she has prepared all to her delight, Demi returns to her crouch, slides her arms alongside Meg's hips -- which gives access for her to caress the blonde's breasts and tweak her nipples, and lowers her face onto the enflamed sex awaiting her. From behind, my erect penis dancing in anticipation, I see Meg's hands release her tenderness to the whore's tongue and reach up to stroke her hair in thanks. An almost unconscious grunt climbs from my throat as my eyes follow the path begun by Meg's hands. My gaze moves along the slight rise in the middle of Demi's back, her spine leading to its end at her still-moist ass. As I visually and physically move toward the heated merge, I see her hotbox gaping in anticipation, the wetness between her legs far more than that remaining on her tanned ass. Climbing onto the platform where desires are being unleashed, I lightly take hold of myself to aim the beast to the cavern awaiting its entry. Feeling me near, Demi dips her flat belly toward the floor and spreads her legs a few more inches to invite me in. Entering the slippery tool into her pocket, I feel the walls pulsing... pulling... grasping my hardness. Instinctively, my hips begin to thrust and the fullness of sensation bursts in my pole as her heat engulfs it. Demi's delight is immediately obvious as her muffled cry translates vibrations onto Meg's clitoris. They both lurch in ecstatic force, causing me to become enmeshed in the power of the moment. I slow down the speed and almost pull out each time, yet my thrusting becomes harder, and my hips ram against Demi's ass. Within moments, her head rises in endorphin-induced reaction. "Oh, I love being fucked slowly from behind... MMmmmmmmm. I can... ohhhhhh... feel every ripple in your cock as you - OOOOOHHHHHH - as you... slide along, and my pussy loves being teased with... FFUUUCCCCKKKK!! the way you're doing me...." Speech becomes near impossible with the power of the pleasure her brain is experiencing, and within moments Demi's mouth rediscovers the tasty place calling out to her - along with Meg's moans showing her mounting orgasm and her hands grabbing Demi's head and pulling her back to the pleasure center. The rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh forces ever-stronger physical and vocal replies in all. Soon, the blonde-on-her-back is clawing at the bedding and screaming out, "Yes! Yes!! YES!! YESSSSS!!!! YYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" as body overtakes brain. Her hips thrust from the pleasured waves of orgasm crashing in her then rushing to find all the points of passion's aid. Meg's vixen girlfriend feels the signals the sex-flushed blonde is emitting, and Demi's mouth remains tenderly locked-on to the quaking tenderness of our thrashing mistress, supplying the perfect blend of pressure, touch, movement, and vibration to extend her sensual season until Meg gradually glides into a contented daze - giddily giggling but strangely unaware her hips are still slightly rolling with sexual gratification. Demi whispers something to Meg. With my attention somewhat torn between the pleasure of what my body is knowing and what my eyes are seeing, I almost unknowingly slow to a stop. No problem from either woman, as both are as engrossed with the experience as it is unfolding. The blonde babe gets a delighted look on her face, glides off the passion platform, and seductively saunters over to my travel bag. Reaching down, she picks up the bottle containing the luxurious liquid with her right hand and snaps open the top with her left. Raising the bottle to the height of her neck. Slowly, she turns it over so that the golden glow slides between her breasts and lets out a small squeal as if surprised by the slightly cooler temperature of the oil. Recovering quickly, she sensuously rubs the oil onto her breasts, enhancing the light's effect on her lickable engorged tits. Not finished, she pours more onto her hand and teasingly rubs it onto her belly. Basking in the moment, Meg pours once more onto her hand and reaches seductively to her tenderbox. Still glowing from the suckling Demi gave, Meg's expression moves quickly from surprise at her own readiness for more to her trademark giddy laugh to a knowing look of more pleasures yet to come. With time melting in our heat, I realize I'm hearing Demi's lusty voice calling out her plan. "If Bruce can fuck with me by - ohhhhhh - doing that whore-bitch in the ass, then I can show his ass what he - Mmmm - missed." Simultaneously turning her head to look back at me over her right shoulder and moving herself all the way onto my rigid tool then tightening her hotbox around me, she looks directly at me. "Fuck me in the ass - and do me with abandon. Cum deep into me and give me all your cum. And I don't want some fucking condom to get in the way, either. I want us to feel the fullness of your cock in my ass. Got it?" I'm momentarily stunned, but come out of it as Meg begins pouring the body oil onto Demi's asscrack. Still buried deep in Demi, I lean back to give this hot whore the space to adjust her ass for the penetration she's begging me to give her. Meg moves closer to us to dowse her friend in the golden goodness that will ease me into orgasmic paradise, and I reach out with my right hand to caress Meg's breasts while my left hand joins hers on the playground and gently caresses the backdoor. Meg's finger lands on mine and together we find them disappear inside the lust zone of Demi Moore's asshole. As Demi moans with that erotic blend of mild pain and extreme pleasure, she again tightens herself around my engorged flesh, making me moan from the intensity of its fullness. Meg again smiles knowingly, then leans toward me as we rub away Demi's remaining tension and increase her anticipation. "You know you haven't shared that with me yet?" she asks, as Demi rides forward, releasing my swollen beast from its sheath. Taking the enflamed meat in her hand, she pours a generous amount of oil onto it, lightly rubbing the entire length then glides her palms along the underside until holding my shaven balls in her left hand. Leaning toward me, Meg Ryan whispers, "In our business, we've known some guys who were supposed to be great in bed. In all my time in Hollywood, I've never known of any guy who Demi wanted to have do what you're getting to do here. And she can have any guy, any time. Bottom line, she knows a good fuck, and you're making her very happy." Then, cupping my balls and pushing her fingernails against my flesh, she adds, "After you're done here, I'm gonna ride you till you wish I'd stop," and then gives me that little wink and playful smile. With only her fingernails, she again strokes my raging bull as if to reactivate all nerve endings of the pleasure center. As I stand up behind Demi's behind and put my left foot on the bed next to her left leg, Meg guides my monster into Demi's backdoor. A Rainy Night In L. A. Going slowly at first, I'm being careful to let Demi set the pace, force and intensity. But it's hard to hold back because this pleasure is unbelievable. Closing my eyes, my entire body tingles with feeling the focus of my cock moving in and out of this woman. With my left hand on the small of her back and my right hand holding Demi's hip, I feel her body responding to the mounting pressure of her distant, yet-to-be-realized orgasm. I slide my left hand to her right hip, and reach my right hand down along her ass where I feel her rhythm reining my cock deeper and harder into her. To affirm her, give her a gentle pat on her right cheek. She moans slightly in pleasured agreement, then says, "Good start, but I like it harder than that." Careful not to cross the line between hot sex and physical abuse, I give her ass a good firm swat followed by some light rubbing of the area. She squirms and lets out a pain-pleasured "Aaaaahhhhhh!..." Opening my eyes, I notice the change. Meg has slid down underneath Demi and the two are in a wild 69 tasting party. As Meg feasts at her hotbox, Demi's ass also tightens to match the double pleasure being given. I don't know where Meg got it - maybe her little handbag - but I feel a small "bullet" vibrator being turned on from within Demi. As she begins to pant and moan from its effect, I hear Meg's little giggle yet again. As I look down, I see Meg's mouth licking, teasing, tonguing and sucking her just an inch from my cock. The fantasy image of her sucking my balls while I'm fucking Demi's ass makes me even more stiff than I ever thought I could be. Within moments, from some blending of the bullet and the bone, Demi begins to shake and growl and buck uncontrollably. I pause briefly to see that she's okay, but she screams out, "Don't you fucking stop!! FUCK ME HARD!!!!!!" How can I refuse Demi Moore? Besides, feeling her body responding to all the stimulation she's receiving I'm joining in the response I feel coming to her. Raising her head from Meg's musk, Demi's body convulses with the strength of her orgasm. Her growls change to a squeal-scream and she throws herself into my advancing spear with each thrust. I hear Meg's mouth slurping on the buzzing hotbox of the raging beauty, and it seems that with every stroke we give her, Demi's body drinks in more pleasure than she can stand. As the orgasmic waves rush over her, they pull me rapidly toward my own moment of uncontrolled sexual madness. From within my torso, an electric fire rages downward and seems to explode at my lighting rod. I feel the initial burst - almost painful - scream from my long-swollen flesh, and looking down as I hear myself growl, I see the veins filled with the size-giving lifestream. The second, and more powerful, blast of cum shoots from deep inside and rushes with reckless abandon, tickling my system both inside and out as it releases into Demi's lusting body and my sextatic "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" giving voice to my pleasure. And there in the final frothing of shared cum, body oil and sex-induced sweat, the third burst of cum springs from my balls, through my heated spike, and into the milky pool of lust in which we are swimming. Our bodies continue in the motion of the ocean we had been creating, relishing the moments of limbo between climax and the aftermath. As the violence subsides, Demi collapses forward and onto her left side in the bed. Somehow in the wildness of it all, it is as if Demi's body consumes my swollenness as she falls forward. At that moment, I have the strangest sensation: a powerful new rush into and within my flesh and absolutely no loss of strength to my member. As we momentarily lay together on the bed, Demi comments, "Oh, I see! Well, as I lay here and rest for a few minutes..." she pauses to look over at Meg's wet, quivering heat, "why don't you treat my giggly little friend Meg to a full serving of your banana cream pie?" Looking at Meg, she winks and smiles, "And Cutie, believe me. The banana's good and hard!" Staring off into space, she very softly entones, "Bruce, you just didn't think about how to bring me here..." Meg sits up and spins to her right, walking toward the bathroom. I withdraw from Demi, in shock at the sensation of what is occurring with me, and feel a rush of air along the skin of my shaft as I look down to see this beast, purple and strong. Meg catches my attention with a raised, motioning finger and a "Pssssst!" signaling me to follow her. Walking into the spacious bathroom, she gasps out an appreciative "Ooooohhh, that's good!" when seeing the large, Roman-style shower area. I've always enjoyed the openness of this style, with three of the four sides open. This particular setting is unique beyond the norm: the shower opens onto a large, private porch by way of a double-paned Plexiglas(tm) sliding door. Beyond that is a broad canal that suggests a great deal of privacy for those who want it - and the knowledge of its lack for those of us who are exhibitionists at heart. Following Meg, I hear her turning the temperature control to her desired heat. As I turn the corner toward the shower she looks at me, her eyes burning with sexual tension. "I like it HOT. How about you?" By now, everything is laced with sexual understanding. "That's EXACTLY how I like it. The hotter, the better. Let's make it cook." As the steam from the shower begins to fill the room, I look at the woman in front of me. Over the past several years, her career has been a steady upward movement. Who knows how many men have looked at this wholesome image on the screen and wanted to lift her skirt and ride her? And now, I'm moments away from doing this. I walk to where she is standing, next to the detachable showerhead, and she reaches up to remove it from its holder and rinses my entire body, giving special attention to my package. Then, after returning the showerhead to the holder, she kneels down in front of me with a special liquid soap containing unique ingredients that make the skin tingle, soap available only at this hotel. After slowly working the soap to a rich lather, she begins to run her hands along the full length of my shaft... back and forth, back and forth. Just the sensations of her hands on me are making my head spin with insane pleasures, and we're just getting started. She then wraps her left hand around my missile and begins to slowly glide it back and forth along the full length of my shaft while her right hand moves down to my balls, running her fingers around and finally lightly massaging the entire sac. Her right hand continues its journey, finding itself rubbing along my asshole. Meg takes special notice of the adjustments I make as well as the pleasured groans which escape me as she presses against my anus. "Oh, so you like a little assplay, do you? Well, yes, we can go there..." Hearing my moan, she speaks more loudly than the shower area seemed to require. "Hmmm... we'll have to see what we can do to give you the special touch you'll enjoy!" she pondered. Ordering me to stay as I am, she continues to soap the entirety of my awaiting body, never releasing my tool and always keeping a hand moving up and down, consequently sending the message that this shower still only has one purpose. After I am covered in the rich lather, she then stands under the showerhead and rinses herself slowly from top to bottom. Although it is not explicitly sexual, the sight of a beautiful, naked woman showering is one of the most powerfully erotic images I know. In an automatic response to water running through hair, down her her torso and off her breasts, I find my own hand now wrapped around my trunk and stroking its rigidness. Seeing this, Meg just smiles approvingly. Then, moving around to face me, she kneels before me and places my hardness between her breasts, her hands pushing them against and around the throbbing, tingling flesh. For a few moments, she slides herself up and down, beginning to breathe harder as the soap on her skin and especially her nipples further awakens her senses to the fullness of her aroused desires. Then, keeping contact at all times, she stands up, wraps her arms around my torso, and presses herself against me, bringing as much of her body into contact with mine. By wrapping her right leg around my left and pressing her mound against my soapy thigh, her belly initially traps my slippery bulge and she moves gently from side to side sending primal urges again dancing through me and then allowing the beast to slide to the side where the movement, pressure, and heat all blend to foretell what will soon come. But right now, she is truly only showering - even though she wraps her left leg around my right, drives her mound against my thigh, and reaches down to pull the soap off my raging bull by firmly wrapping her hand around and pulling upward. I'm struck by the image's heat: the white lubricant removed finds its way onto her breasts and neck as she covers herself with it. Then, moving quickly as if to not break contact, she spins around, rubbing her back in circles against my front, and bending at the knees. After a few moments, she straightens her legs and bends over, reaching back between her legs to grab my tool and turn me into a loofa by bringing her legs together and rocking her hips back and forth for a few strokes. Giggling, she stops and grabs me by my smaller head, then walks us both underneath the shower. As the water sprays over our naked bodies, its heat magnifies the effect of the soap even as it washes it away. All areas of flesh are reinvigorated beyond any previous measure, and points especially sensitive to sexual arousal are dancing in eros. Now the party girl takes control aggressively. She walks toward the end of the shower, steps into the small section between the shower and the sliding doors, and turns around, motioning for me to follow. When I step onto the non-slip surface and join her in that area, she reaches up and locks her fingers around the back of my neck. As I feel her beginning to pull herself up, I reach down underneath her arms and lift her until she orders me to stop. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she reaches left hand down between her legs and begins to gently guide me into her. As she feels the fullness begin, she revels in the wet pleasure she knows and is placing onto me. Bringing her left hand back up to my neck, she again locks her fingers together. Less than halfway on, she suddenly ceases fighting gravity and takes the full impact of where she is. A look of surprise spreads across her face as she feels the girdth creating her fullness. "Ohhhh... I've wanted this kind of feeling for so long..., since I... MMMMMMMM... OOOOOHHHHH, that's good! As she begins to ride, her entire body takes on the essence of its pleasure center. Her breathing reflects the tension she is enhancing. I reach out and take hold of her waist allowing her to rest her own hands, and she leans back against the Plexiglas door. Because it is double-paned, the night air does not effect the temperature of what her flesh lands on, but the humidity of the shower makes the surface slick. By bending my knees and leaning back slightly, her hands are free and she begins to add them to the magic. Her fingers are in constant motion as she first puts them into my mouth and then to her clit, to her own mouth, to her breasts where she pulls at her nipples, and onto mine. The sensual blend pushes all senses to the extreme as I feel, smell, taste, see and hear her flesh absorb the energy. Looking at her face, I also catch movement behind me. Before I can react, I feel a hand running down my asscrack and skimming my balls. After lightly scraping the fingernails on the way back up, Demi coats her hand with oil and begins all over again. Shortly, her fingers are rubbing at my asshole, and I'm beginning to show I'm ready. Taking the bullet, Demi begins to slide it up into my asshole, a sensation I've come to crave. When it reaches its maximum, she spins its dial and the vibration starts. MMMMmmmmm, I'm glad it's on a leash, and Demi's hands stroking my ass and balls start to effect my control. Seeing the pleasure on my face and the increased pace of my own hip movement, Meg's begins to match me. Her legs still wrapped, she adjusts her hips to pull herself tighter against me which sets my joystick against the top, inner wall and her g-spot as our rhythm dances. As the pounding of her ass on me increases, her juices flow onto me and gradually bathe my balls with a sticky-slick feel unlike any other substance known to man, while her good girl vocal style changes to show the nasty girl buried just below the surface. "Oh, yeah, I'm gonna... pull the cum - Mmmmm - right out of your hard fucking cock!! Ohhhhhhhh!!! You're making my pussy quake with this purple pussy eater." Her hands settle on my chest and soon begin to claw at me. "Oh yes, yes!! Yes!!!! YES!!!!!! YESSSS!!! YYYEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!!!!!" Her eyes and mouth open wide as the pleasure expands and contracts the charges throughout her body, finding climax in the orgasmic rush to her hot sex then flowing into each fiber of her wet nakedness. As Meg's nails scratch at my chest and her tenderbox grips me, Demi's hands make hard contact with my ass, sending delicious stingers reverberating to trigger my own orgasm. While not as strong as my earlier climax, the satisfaction is just as great. Expecting me to lose some of my engorged state, Meg's ride slows down - but my staying power is just as strong. Demi, noticing the look on Meg's face when the fullness is still invading her, reaches out and removes the bullet from my backside, walks to the shower's controls and turns them off, then suggests we return to the bed. Meg simply wraps her legs tightly around me and grabs ahold of my neck, all the while finding the middle support to be a sensual delight. Over the next hours we three lick, suck, finger, probe, tickle and fuck until exhaustion won't allow us to climb on top of each other anymore. Finally, we fall asleep naked with them laying next to me, one on each arm, and their fingers unconsciously running over my still-erect cock. As I awake, the light is crawling into the room and hitting me in the face. Both Demi and Meg are gone, and there is no real sign they were actually there, save the light scent of musk. Climbing out of bed, I walk toward the door to see if I might actually say thank you and goodbye. Pulling back the curtain, I slide open the window, look out across the street and barely hear Meg's voice as she pulls her BMW past Demi's Porsche, "You, girlfriend, are great! I'll call you soon so we can get ourselves in motion on some more of these!" Closing the curtain, I glance at the table and see the half-folded paper. Opening it, the note written there is brief. "Thank you for opening your door to us last night when what could have been so difficult turned out to be so enjoyable because it was so hard. You met some needs we hadn't even understood we had yet. Unfortunately - and I'm sure you understand - D and I can't have anyone knowing we were here last night. So, while we trust that you'll be completely silent about this, we've already contacted our lawyers who will make sure the machine creates havoc for you if you do happen to let this slip out. Again, thank you. You've proven to be the kind of lover we hope to find soon. Who knows... maybe we'll come across each other again." -Meg After quickly showering, packing, and checking out I stop to fill the rental car's tank on the way to the airport. And it's there I notice the number under the phrase "DM-private" scribbled on the back of the note, having tossed it onto the passenger's seat. As the pump fills the tank, I hear the breathy voice on the other end of the line, "Hmmmmmm, this is Demi and I'm ready for you... A Rainy Night in London All my thanks to RuzieD from the volunteer editor programme without your help I would have made so many terrible mistakes. This is my first submission, and I welcome constructive criticism. I hope you enjoy it ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was another rainy night in London town, and I was to be found in my usual corner of the bar. It looked much like so many other London bars; once you got past the glitz and glam of the tourist areas and the mega rich only wine bars. It was a little run down with yellowed walls, but was only dimly lit and they played good music; a blend of main stream along with heavy metal and even some old punk. I sat and watched others while they did the things they found fun. This seemed to mainly involve the fastest methods to get drunk, and go on the prowl for anyone who could give them a few hours of pleasure. I sat alone in the corner; the perfect viewpoint. I found the interactions between people fascinating, but never wanted to engage with them myself. Unfamiliar faces were a constant source of anxiety for me. I got too shy to ever respond, if anyone attempted to talk. Thankfully I found that being very goth helped to keep most people away. My long black skirts brushed the ground around my chair. My black velvet corset gave me the perfect hourglass figure I did not really possess, while pushing my ample bosom up to show maybe a little too much cleavage covered only by the scanty layer of the black lace blouse I wore. My raven black hair fell in a tumble of curls to my waist, and glistened with blue when it caught the light. My skin pale already from a life time habit of hiding from the sun was whitened further until I had the colour of the undead. In contrast my green eyes looked out on the world from their frame of smoky black shadow, elaborate eyeliner and false eyelashes. The only other colour was the deep blood red tint on my lips. My long nails were manicured with black varnish then left to chip to get that just crawled out of a grave look. No outfit would be complete without my studded leather collar. I tried to make up for being only 5'2 by wearing the highest heels I could possibly walk in, and these were no different: 6 inch heels with an inch of platform in a style I thought of as Victorian governess boots, but only if a Victorian governess had turned slutty. As I sat there I noticed an older woman. She was rather attractive, and stocky with short hair which had greyed just enough to give that distinguished salt and pepper look. She wore a pair of blue jeans, a pale blue shirt unbuttoned at the collar with black work boots just visible at the end of the legs that were pushed out from under the table. With her was a very slim young woman. She had long blonde hair falling over her shoulders, and over the little pink low cut top she was wearing above what was obviously a very short mini skirt. From where I was sitting I could see the tops of her stockings. I looked away quickly when the younger woman tucked herself under the table. I looked around for more people to watch when my whole attention was taken by the most amazing woman at the bar. She sat on one of the stools one elbow resting on the bar her long legs stretched out in front of her with a pint of lager in her hand. I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks. Ok, so I had had a couple of drinks but I had never seen her like before: 6'3 dressed all in black. She had no need to try and prove herself and wore a pair of jeans, plain trainers and a black t-shirt which pulled tight around her muscular frame in a seductive way. She was powerfully built with biceps that just made my mouth water, and the longest legs I had ever seen. She moved in a smooth, slow, self-assured manner as she scanned the room. Her hair was cut short in a fashionable spiked style, and was a wonderful wolf colour. It was her eyes that captivated me the most. They were deep amber coloured, and intense in their focus. Just at that moment I realized I had been caught. My stare had been noticed. I looked away quickly. My cheeks burned red with a surge of anxiety. I tried to hide my face in my hair as I looked down at my hands which nervously fumbled around the drink I had sat in front of me. The anxiety slowly receded enough for me to feel guilt and shame. How could I have let myself get caught. I tried to hide further behind my hair. I hoped that she would find something else to think about apart from the freak in the corner who stared at her. I stopped playing with my drink when I nearly tipped it over and looked around the room for anything to distract me from the mixed feelings of anxiety, shame, guilt, and desire that surged through me. My eyes finally rested on a quiet mousy girl. She had long straight brown hair, and a sensible brown trouser suit. She looked like another watcher of the game. She was trying ever so hard to hide her eyes behind some book, but could not draw them away from all the people. She reminded me somewhat of a rabbit caught in the headlights her eyes wide open full of terror, as she tried to hide in the open. At least I knew I was not the only one intimidated by the huge crowd, and loud noise of a bar. The anxiety began to calm while I watched her but the guilt still burned. I would never have been caught if I had not forgotten myself because I was so attracted to the butch at the bar. It was no good thinking of her though as I knew no one like her would ever even look at someone like me. Still my mind persisted in its torment about her, and the strange intensity in her eyes as she watched me. The thought of those few seconds of eye contact sent tingles up my spine. I tried to read the title of the book the mousy girl was hiding behind when I heard a smooth low pitched female voice beside me. The sound of the voice sent electric pulses through my flesh, but I never turned to face its owner. I knew that no one with a voice like that could possibly want to talk to me. "Hey beautiful, I asked can I sit down?" she queried in that smooth voice repeating for me the question I had heard the first time and not answered. Stunned that someone, anyone had talked to me I tried to respond, "Yeah sure, it's a free country after all." It did not sound like the joke it had in my head instead it came out a brooding grumble. I turned to see who had sat next to me, and could feel the colour drain from my face. It was the butch from the bar too close for comfort those long legs stretched out in front of her. The sight of them made my stomach tighten with desire. I looked up to her face. She gave me an easy smile, as she asked another question, "So do you want a drink or do you want to nurse that one for another hour?" I looked down at my glass had it been an hour or even longer? I do not really drink it was just there for effect. Some minor attempt to try and pass off as a normal person rather than the watcher I really am. "So what are you drinking then beautiful?" she insisted, but I still could not answer. Just her presence so close to me fuddled my mind beyond all hope of making a coherent sentence. I just looked down at my nearly empty glass and tried to get enough courage to flee. I could not just sit here and chat to her. It was too cruel. I had to listen to that voice. I wanted her so badly, and a little small talk would only increase my need. She could melt me with that voice even if I did not look at her. I noticed she waved to the barmaid who responded with a nod, so that just added to my paranoia. I bet this was just some kind of dare. It had to be. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a glass placed in front of me. "I took a guess: a snakebite. You don't talk much do ya?" once again that fluid voice seemed to sweep over me in a wave of ecstasy. I looked up to see that easy smile as she spoke. I had to make some effort at communication so I just nodded and mumbled thanks, with my eyes fixed upon those legs. I did not dare to look up in case I made eye contact which would have just sent me into another attack of guilt. I felt fingers as they caught hold of my hair which caused me to jump. "Whoa there girl I was only admiring your curls, they're pretty I wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked." She told me as she worked her fingers further into my hair, "Hey I'm going out for a smoke wanna come?" I nodded and took the offered hand, as she stood and pulled me to my feet. She waited while I nervously flicked my long skirts into order with my free hand before she led me towards the door through the crowds of hopeful women, who were in the process of getting drunk as they made eyes at each other. No one stood in her way they parted uniformly to allow us to pass, and I saw some envious looks thrown my way after a few took a rather long look at the one leading me. Outside she flicked open a packet of cigarettes and took one out passed it to me and then flipped open a zippo lighter. She held the flame to the cigarette perched on my lips before she took one for herself and lit it. The fresh air felt so good on my face, as I closed my eyes and took a long drag on the cigarette. I opened my eyes, and exhaled a long stream of smoke coming up from my lungs to see her watch me with that same intensity. She seemed to be able to look through me into my deepest secret places into my hidden desires and dreams. She moved closer, and placed an arm between me and the door. She leaned her body against the arm that was on the wall. To go back in now I would have to go right the way around her. I felt so small as I looked up at her. She flicked the cigarette in her other hand out into the street and brought that arm to the other side of me. I was trapped now. My eyes fixed on hers, as she lowered her head and claimed my mouth with a slow steady pressure forcing her tongue between my parted lips. Closing my eyes I gave in. I could feel her arms wrap around me to hold me tight against her, her hand moved up to caress my hair. I could hardly breathe the kiss was like nothing I had ever felt before slow, yet insistent somehow gentle, yet with enough force to let me know there was no escape. Her tongue investigated my mouth while I slowly tried to reciprocate, so excited yet so nervous that anything I did might break this spell. It must be a spell or a dream there was no way it was real. This amazing woman could not be interested in me. My legs felt weak and my lace g-string felt damp between my legs. I forgot we were in the street, in front of the bar. I think I even forgot my name all I could think of was the desire building within me. She could have taken me there and then. I would have done nothing to stop her. Slowly she drew away from me. I could have cried that the moment was over. I felt so weak and shaky all over. Thankfully she did not let me go, or I would have fallen at her feet. "Baby you are so damn hot. Let's go somewhere a bit more private. I only live round the corner I promise you will not have to talk if you do not want to." She whispered softly in my ear. She laughed easily but her voice had grown husky with desire. Part of me wanted to run, to hide but I knew I was powerless against her, against the feelings she evoked in me. So I just nodded in agreement and hoped I could keep my balance in my heels when she eased away from me. She brought me to her side placed a protective arm around my waist, and held me tight enough that I knew I would not fall. We walked along the road in silence she lit another couple of cigarettes and handed one to me. The nicotine felt good it eased my nerves some; it also gave my hands something to do. We stopped at a large green front door and I waited as she found her keys and let us in. The hallway was long and plain, with a black and white tiled floor: a typical communal hallway. She took my hand and led me down to the end where her flat was. She unlocked the door and flicked the light switch as she led me through. I barely saw anything of the other rooms as she led me into the bedroom. The room was simply decorated with plain beige walls. There were blinds at the window shut against the night sky. A huge flatscreen tv took up nearly a whole wall with the various game consols and an extensive rack of games. The main focal point was definitely the superking sized bed, yet even that had plain bedding this time in blue. The whole room looked like it needed a female touch but it was clean and comfortable. She led me straight to the bed. I wanted to fight, to run, this was not me I did not even know her name. I never did this no way I had not even talked to her. This felt wrong. I looked round the room looking for a way out. I began to shiver and pull away from her as I tried to make for the door, but she caught hold of me around the waist and turned me to face her gently but with enough strength that I knew it would not be easy for me to escape. "Hold on baby shhhhh, it's ok I promise I will not harm you in any way. I will not do anything you do not want me to do. We can just sit and chat or watch tv if you like, its ok, you decide what is going to or not going to happen. Just trust me ok." She slowly stroked my hair as she moved her hand up to cradle my head, and gently pull me towards her. I gradually fitted myself against her. I began to relax and feel her warmth against me. She bent to kiss the top of my head. No one had ever taken the time to tell me I could trust them before. It melted the last of my resistance. I knew she could do anything to me, and I would let her. Somehow, she made me feel so safe. I could feel her heart beat, and hear her breathe. I knew this was real. She lowered me onto the bed and left me sitting there on the edge while she went and flicked on the tv and a lamp, then turned off the main light. The subdued light soothed my soul. I watched her as she moved around. She left the room to come back a few minutes later with a glass of iced water which she handed to me. I took a sip she just stood there over me while she watched my every move. I handed back the glass which she put on the night stand. She went round the other side of the bed and sat back against the head board. She stretched out as she flicked through the channels on the tv with the remote control. I just sat on the edge not sure what to do until she patted the bed. I crawled up to lay beside her. My head on her shoulder her arm draped around me. She pulled me in close and just started to stroke my arm. Her touch was electric the shocks caused me to catch my breath. I looked up at her hoping she could understand I wanted her to kiss me. She lowered her head and I felt her lips brush against mine. I whimpered softly as her tongue entered my mouth I knew that all I wanted was her. There was no going back now. I could feel the heat rising between my legs sending more electric shocks up to my belly button, and the soft tingle of her touch across my skin radiated warmth to every part of me. She moved her caresses from my arm to my waist as she slowly slid her way up to cup my breast, and I moved closer into her. I tried to let her know I wanted this the only way I could. I pushed myself into her hand. There was too much fabric in the way I wanted to feel her hands on me. I fumbled at the buttons to my lace blouse trying to remove the barrier but just could not get them undone. "Are you sure you want this baby?" she asked with that same intense look into my eyes. I nodded. I wanted so much to tell her I wanted her that I needed her, but the words just got stuck in my throat. All I could do was watch as she unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it from my shoulders. She slid her hand into the top of my corset her fingers found the nipple, and rubbed it until it felt hard before she moved over to the other one. The sensation caused me to gasp I could feel my body quiver, and the dampness between my legs started to drip onto my thighs. The whole time she watched me. Her amber eyes took in every detail. Her hand went to my waist, as she pulled down the zip to my skirts and then lowered them down my hips. I wriggled so she could get the skirts down and off of my legs. They bunched up on the end of the bed. All that stood between me and her hands now was my velvet corset and a lace g-string. She stroked the cool black velvet. She seemed to enjoy the feel of the soft material against her fingertips. Her hand got lower. I could feel my clit throbbing. I was desperate for her to touch me to give me some relief from this unendurable slow tease. She moved to the g-string. She pulled it down my legs, and I kicked it off to end up in the bundle of skirts on the bed. Her hands moved back up my legs she stroked just inside my thighs but never reached the point I wanted her to be. She drove me crazy. I wriggled my hips in invitation but nothing. She still kept up the tease as she stroked the inside of my thighs while she watched her hand as it glided across the milky smooth skin. She got closer and closer but never quite found the source of my heat. She caused me to wriggle and squirm and I tried to squeeze my thighs together anything to bring me the climax my body screamed for. Finally I could not hold it in any longer and started to beg her, "Please oh please," my barely coherent whisper hardly audible so I carried on a little louder, "please oh pleaaaaase ." She moved her mouth by my ear I could feel her warm breath. She whispered softly, "Please what baby? Tell me what you want from me." I felt the blush come to my face. How was I going to say it? I wanted her to touch me to bring me to climax, to give me relief. In the end I could not focus. All that came out was, "Please oh please fuck me." With this she let that easy smile spread across her face and replied, "With pleasure beautiful." She moved her hand to my slit which was so wet she easily slipped her fingers inside to find my clit. The touch sent my mind reeling. I could not think. All I could do was respond to her touch I tried to grind my hips against her hand. I still failed to get anything more from her than the lightest strokes around my clit, around and around, she repeatedly passed by the really sensitive hood as she would go just low enough to let me feel her fingertips only just enter me. How much longer could she keep this up for? I did not know. I only knew I really needed to cum and everything she did although it drove me to heights of pleasure I had never before known was just not enough. I felt her breath against my ear again as she whispered, "Baby do you need to cum? Do you need it real bad baby? Do you want me to eat you? What do you want baby?" I could feel my heart thumping in my chest, and every pulse was racing with need as I screamed out "Please please I need to cum I need it so bad. Yes I want you to make me cum. I want your mouth on my clit I want your fingers inside me please, please I can't stand this any longer." Again that easy smile "I knew you could talk baby." With that she climbed down between my legs. She opened my legs wide enough to accommodate her broad shoulders as she lowered herself into the gap between my thighs. Her mouth searched for my hidden button. The first touch of her tongue on my clit nearly sent me over the top. She started the circling of my clit again. Her tongue mimicking what her fingers had done before as she slowly worked up and down my slit. Each time she gently circled my clit on her way back down to where I could feel her tongue probing into me. Every time I lifted my hips to try and get her deeper inside me. Finally her lips found my clit as her tongue pushed back the hood, and I could feel her begin to suck ever so gently. This almost gave me the pressure I so badly needed to cum. Then I could feel her fingers as they played at my entrance she dipped them inside me slightly before she drew them back out. I so badly needed them I could not help myself from tilting my hips up each time to try to force them inside me. All the time she worked on my clit with her tongue and lips, she licked and sucked until the sensations seemed to overwhelm but never gave me the crash over I so badly wanted. Slowly I felt her fingers push inside me as she stretched me open to her probing, I was so wet there was no resistance as she pushed first one, then two, then three fingers deep into me. I could feel her fingers inside me as she searched her way around to my g-spot. She found it with ease and the touch sent pulses through me. She continued to use my clit with her mouth. She attacked the sensitive aroused tip with her tongue and sucked it as it pulsated. Her fingers fucked me, in and out, each time bending on withdrawal to hit that g spot. The tempo increased faster and harder, as my hips worked to grind my pussy against her mouth and fingers. A Rainy Night in London Just when I felt the sensations could get no higher I felt a finger at the entrance to my ass. I never had anyone there before and for a moment I was scared. Slowly the finger wiped around the juices that had poured out of my pussy as she lubricated that hole. She pushed inside gradually and built the pressure allowing me to get used to the new sensation before she began to fuck my ass in unison with my pussy. I screamed as the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced hit me. My body twitched and my clit felt like it was about to explode in her mouth. My mind filled with fireworks. She released the pressure but never withdrew, as she lapped up my juices. She swept her tongue around my clit and down to meet her fingers which were still inside me while she gently tapped on my g spot to build the pressure again within my body. I could feel a second orgasm overtake me so soon it took me by surprise. As I came again she clamped her mouth over my clit her tongue flicked hard at the sensitive tip which brought me to another mind blowing orgasm. I could hardly breathe, and whimpered softly as I could take no more. I felt totally satisfied. Nothing in my life could ever compare with this. Slowly she removed her fingers from my ass and then from deep inside me as my pussy throbbed. She licked me clean careful to be gentle with my oversensitive pulsating clit. When she was finished she climbed up next to me on the bed and gathered me up in her arms. I felt so weak and safe within the circle of her arms. She held my head gently to her chest and she whispered to me, "Baby I think we could have a lot of fun together. I know you enjoyed that. You are just what I have been looking for. I hope you would like to be my pillow princess. I promise I will look after you all I ask is that you allow me to do things my way and I know you will enjoy it." All I could do was nod limply as I snuggled into her. I had never met a true stone butch before and I agreed this could be a lot of fun. I wondered vaguely what she meant by her own way as I fell asleep safely held tight my head rested on her chest my ear just above her heart I could listen to her heart beat. A heart I knew now belonged to me.