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Oil and Water

By: CoraClarke



DISCLAIMER: Please excuse the Historical inaccuracies. This is a work of Fiction and not meant to be true by any means.

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In the age of the Pharaoh's, Queen Cleopatra had just come in to power and she had servants and maids to serve her hand and foot. One maiden was named Isis, after the goddess of fertility. She was in charge of all the cats Cleopatra had owned. She wore little make up, that was reserved for the Pharaohs family and not servants. Cleopatra's brother, Imhotep was in charge of the male slaves and they made the pyramids. 

Imhotep had dogs to help keep the slaves in line. One male servant, Cheops, was in charge of the dogs and keeping them fed so they would be at their best if a slave got out of line. He liked training the dogs. He liked the dogs better than the cats. He thought the dogs were better at helping the Pharaohs then silly cats were. 

The male and female servants were separated. They never got to see one another. They ate and slept separately and barely saw one another. Until one fateful day. Cheops was waiting to give a message to the Queen when Isis came out to see what he wanted. He was smitten immediately. She was intrigued by him. She rarely saw a man in the house. Just the Queens brother and father, not any of the male slaves. 

"I am Isis, Cleopatra's head master of all the felines. Is there something you wish of the Queen?" She asked curiously.

"I am Cheops. I am to give The Queen a message from her brother regarding the slaves." He responded.

"Very well. I will inform the Queen of your request. Please stay here." She said and left.

"I think I'm in love." He said under his breath. In a few moments, Isis came back with the Queen and she sat on her throne. He knelt before Cleopatra. 

"Speak." Cleopatra said. Isis got a fan and fanned Cleopatra.

"My Queen, I Have a message from Imhotep, He needs more slaves for the pyramids. The men we have now are too weak, and they die in a matter of days. There are not enough to finish the first pyramid." He said.

"What does he expect me to do about it?" Cleopatra asked angrily.

"With your womanly charms, he thought you could go to Syria and have the men from there come to work for us. His words My Queen." Cheops said. Isis was looking at him while she was fanning Cleopatra.

"I am Ruler of ALL Egypt! How dare he think he can order me around!" Cleopatra said defiantly. Isis waved the fan faster. 

"A thousand pardons My Queen. I was just relaying the message." Cheops said. He bowed low.

"Rise servant." She said, He raised his head. "Tell my brother I will weigh the options and will send a reply to him as soon as I am ready." Cleopatra said. Cheops bowed again.

"Yes, my Queen." He said and left. Cleopatra and Isis looked at him as he left. Cleopatra reclined back on her throne. Cleopatra gazed at Isis.

"You have never seen another man before?" Cleopatra asked curiously. Isis stopped waving the fan, and was shocked at the question.

"Just your brothers, My Queen. To fornicate with the royal house is punishable by death." She said. Cleopatra smiled.

"Yes it is, But do you like that servant?" Cleopatra asked curiously. 

"He intrigues me. And no I have never seen another man besides your family. I feel something inside..... he piqued my curiosity." Isis said.

"Yes, He felt the same about you too. How would you like to spend some time with him?" Cleopatra asked.

"No! I mean, I Have never been with a man, I like being head of the cats, they like me more than any man ever has. My parents were killed when I was very young. I don't remember them, all I remember is being with cats. That's why they like me so much. I can identify with them. I can understand them better than men sometimes." Isis said

"You will have to be with a man. To get married and raise a family. That is the way things work." Cleopatra said.

"I doubt any man would want to be with me, I'm too unusual." She said. 

"I saw in his eyes. He was interested in you, Maybe you should think about it before you go. He is the head master of Imhotep's dogs. I don't think that a cat master and a dog master would be a good couple." Cleopatra said,

"I like dogs. I have just been around cats more. I think animals like me more anyway. I'm not threatening to them." Isis said.

"He doesn't think you are threatening. Quite the opposite. I think he is very much interested in you." Cleopatra said.

"I don't know what to do with a man. I have been with cats most of my life." Isis said.

"I will give you a few lessons. You can practice on another male servant, if you wish." Cleopatra said.

"I'd be too nervous. I mean, to force someone to like me is different than for someone to like me. I appreciate the offer, My Queen." Isis said. haltingly.

"All right, no male servant, but I will give you some finer points of being with a man." Cleopatra said. she got up and started to leave, She turned around to Isis. "Well? Are you coming or not?" She asked annoyed.

"Yes, My Queen." Isis answered and followed Cleopatra to her bed chambers.

In Imhotep's office, Cheops's has returned and has given Imhotep Cleopatra's message. Imhotep was annoyed but calmed down after a few moments. 

"At least she is thinking about it. Only SHE can bring more men in to the kingdom and help us build these great pyramids I have planned. Many moons pass and still we are no closer to finishing the task. If she doesn't I will have to use the servants here. And I would hate to do that." Imhotep said. Cheops stared off into space, thinking about Isis. "Cheops? You would rather make pyramids than protect them with my dogs?" Inhotep asked curiously. Cheops finally came out of his trance.

"No, My Lord. I was just thinking of a beautiful woman I saw, I want to see her again." Cheops said. "My sister is not good for you. Keep well away from her. She will break your heart." Imhotep said.

"No. Not the Queen. One of the female servants. I think she said she was head master of the cats." Cheops said.

"Ahhh! The orphan we found a few years ago. She was sleeping with cats and the cats liked her, so my sister made her head of all the cats. I have never seen anyone with such an ability for animals. Outside of you of course." Imhotep said. Cheops smiled. 

"I was smitten when I saw her. I never saw anyone else like her. She has piqued my interest. I just don't know if it is the same with her." Cheops said.

"I can find out, if you want me to. But I hope this will not interfere with your duties here. I need my dogs on full attention and obey my commands if any of the slaves get out of line. Understand?" Imhotep said.

"Yes, My Lord." Cheops replied.

Back in Cleopatra's bed chambers. She and Isis are on her bed talking. There are 2 more female servants scurrying around doing Cleopatra's bidding. One is mixing colours for eye make up and rouge.

"I have never worn the eye colour, I thought that was just reserved for you and the women in your family. Lowly servants don't wear things like that." Isis said.

"You were named after the Goddess of Fertility. You must live up to your namesake. Isis is one of our favoured Goddesses. She brings forth a plentiful harvest and many babies. We need to keep our bloodline going, We must never cease to exist. It is our destiny." Cleopatra said.

"Yes, My Queen." Isis answered. One of the other servants brought over what she had finished mixing and started to put it on Isis. Cleopatra stopped her and grabbed the dish.

"I will do this myself!" Cleopatra said.

"Yes, My Queen." The female servant said and backed away. 

Cleopatra put the make up on Isis. Blue eye shadow and the dark liner surrounding her eyes. She put on a light cover of the red rouge and red on Isis's lips. Cleopatra sat back and looked at her handiwork. 

"Magnificent!" Cleopatra said, And got a reflective tray so Isis could see what she looked like. She held it up to her. "Well? What do you think?" Cleopatra asked.

Isis's image was a bit distorted but, what she could see, she liked. 

"This is a first for me My Queen. I never thought I would be able to wear face paint. I like it very much." Isis said. Cleopatra smiled. 

"Good! Then it is settled! Come with me Isis. We shall see my brother and we will take a trip to Syria." Cleopatra said and they left to Imhotep's office.

In Imhotep's office, he and Cheops are still discussing Isis when they hear a knock on the door, Cheops goes over and opens the door. He is stunned to see Isis in make up, and, then notices Cleopatra.

"My Queen, What a surprise to see you! Come in." Cheops said, and got out of the way for Cleopatra to enter.

"Yes, Dear Sister. WHAT a surprise to see you. You don't often make personal appearances. Unless it has some benefit of yours." Imhotep said.

"What a wonderful sense of humour you have Dear Brother. I decided to give you my answer in person and not by a servant, so that you know it was actually me who said it. I will go to Syria, but I have a few conditions." Cleopatra said.

"As usual, Dear Sister. And what are they?" He asked curiously.

"First, I want YOU to come with me. I know your underlings can handle it for a few days. Second, I also want HIM to come." She said and pointed to Cheops. "My servant Isis will also accompany us." She said, Cheops was stunned.

"Are you sure my Queen? I don't know anything about Slaves. Just dogs." Cheops said.

"Same thing, in most cases, Cheops." Cleopatra said. Cheops thought better and said nothing. "Yes, My Queen." Cheops answered. 

"When do we leave Dear Sister?" Imhotep asked.

"When the sun is at it's apogee. We will pack what we need and I expect you to do the same." Cleopatra said.

"Of course, Dear Sister. We will be ready." Imhotep said.

"Don't be late." Cleopatra said and she and Isis left. Cheops was still looking at Isis when she left.

"Cleopatra made her look that way, as a way of impressing you. She does look nice with the face paint but a little too much. Don't you think?" Imhotep asked.

"I think it enhanced the beauty she already has. But I do prefer her to not wear face paint." Cheops said. Imhotep smiled.

"You are a born politician. You will make a good ruler one day." Imhotep said.

"Me? A ruler? I doubt that, My Lord." Cheops said.

"Time will tell." Imhotep said. "Come on, We must get ready for my sisters return. She HATES to be kept waiting!" Imhotep said. Cheops smiled, and they went to pack a few things for their trip.

In the Caravan, Cleopatra and Imhotep are riding in a covered shed being carried by four slaves. Isis and Cheops are in another right behind them. There are several camels bearing the load of the possessions and making their way slowly to Syria.

"I expect it will take a few days to reach Syria." Imhotep said. "More than enough time for Cheops and Isis to get to know one another. But I know your intentions Dear Sister. And I approve. Cheops is smitten with Isis. I don't know if she feels the same way towards him. But I suppose that is what this little excursion is all about." Imhotep said with a smile.

"You know me too well Dear Brother. Yes, she is. She had never been with a man and I Gave her some pointers on what to do." Cleopatra said. Imhotep rolled his eyes.

"For her sake, I hope she doesn't listen." He said. She looked at him in surprise. "Dear Sister, with your success with men, I don't think she would want that with her first love. You are strong and opinionated. Something that most men do not want from their women. This is a mans world, the few women rulers there were, never lasted that long." Imhotep said.

"I WILL prove you wrong Dear Brother. I will be the best known and best loved Queen in EVERY land!" She said.

"Of course you will Sister." Imhotep said and they rode in silence to their first rest stop of the night, The other servants made camp and Isis made dinner for Cleopatra and Imhotep and a small dinner for her and Cheops. 

"I hope you like what I prepared, I'm not used to cooking for more than myself." Isis said. Cheops looked at her and smiled.

"I'm sure I will love it. Anything that comes from you will be marvelous." He said. She smiled and handed him a plate of food. He tasted it. "Very good. This is certainly better than what we usually get. You will make someone a good wife one day." He said.

"I have been on my own all my life. I have never known any man to want to be with me. My cats are my only solace." Isis said.

"I feel the same way about my dogs. I feel closer to them than to anyone else. I feel I can tell them things that no one else would ever want to listen to me." He said.

"Yes! Exactly! I guess we are kindred spirits. I really never thought I could meet anyone like me. Scary huh?" She said with a smile.

"No. I think its wonderful. The first time I saw you, you took my breath away. I wondered if you could ever want to love a man like me. I think we were chosen to come to see if we could get to know one another and see if we do like one another and are compatible. I think we are. Don't you?" He said.

She stared at him for along time. She wasn't sure if she gave her heart, that he wouldn't step all over it, and throw her away like a lot of men did. She looked into his eyes, She tried to see what was true in his heart. He caressed her face as if he knew what she was thinking. 

"I will NEVER betray you. I will love you until we are gone from this world and into the next and many more after that. I will always be by your side. No other woman has taken my heart and given me hope. Only you have set my heart afire and given me what I was missing for so long." He said.

"And what is that?" She asked curiously.

"Love. I know I have never felt this way before and will never feel this way again with anyone else. YOU are the one I want and the one that I will forever love." He said. 

She was stunned by his words. She never knew anyone would feel that way about her. She saw other servants use each other for their own gain but she wasn't that way. She wanted someone to love her and her to love someone unconditionally. She wasn't sure if he was the one. She supposed that she would have to find out during this trip. He got down on his knees.

"I make this pledge to you. I will never want anyone else. I will always love you no matter what. But I will not pressure you. I am not like those other men who use women and throw them away. I feel that once I fall in love, I will never be in love with anyone else. That is my solemn vow to you. I will try my best to make you see that I will never leave you." He said. She looked at him and caressed his face.

"I will give you a chance since you are giving me a chance. I thought my cats would be my life but now I see you are going to be right there with me. I don't mind you working with the dogs. I like them as well and I don't know if they like me but I think I get along with most animals." She said.

"I don't know of anyone that wouldn't like you. You just need to come out of your shell and let people see the real you." He suggested.

"Maybe, But I'm not sure how. I have been alone and taking care of the cats for most of my life. It's not easy for me to be around people." She said.

"Me either. Maybe, as a couple, we both can come out of our shells and make new friends. Just a thought." He said.

"All right. I have never been part of a couple before. I'm sorry if I make any mistakes." She said.

"I haven't been part of a couple either. We shall make mistakes and learn with them together. I have never felt such happiness and contentment as when I am with you. You make me feel complete and I will do anything to make you happy." He said. He looked in her eyes with such intensity and desire. 

She felt his love. She felt it in his touch and in his words. She knew that he meant what he said. She saw it in his face, and, most of all, she saw it in his heart. That was the most important place she could see the goodness in him.

She caressed his face, she never thought she would get to be with a man like this. She craved the intimacy and the closeness of most couples she knew. She needed to be loved, not just by her cats but by someone who loves her with his whole heart. She wanted to be kissed, and he longed to kiss her. She drew closer to him and closed her eyes. She hoped she wouldn't miss his lips.

He drew closer to her lips and kissed her, slowly at first, but long and passionate. He wanted to kiss her like that for a long time, Ever since he first saw her. They stopped kissing but they both had their eyes closed. Savouring the moment and the passion that they shared.

"I love you." He said after he opened his eyes.

"I like you. But I feel I need more time. I still want to have your company and your love, but, I think its a bit too soon for me. I hope you don't think I'm leading you on. Because I'm not. This is my first experience with a man and I really don't know how to be with one. Please be patient with me." She said,

"Like I said before. I am not going anywhere. I will be only with you. You have taken my heart and I would be a fool to leave you after I have devoted myself to you. I will wait. No matter how long it takes." He said. She smiled.

"Thank you Cheops. I will never forget what you have done for me. I just hope I will be able to live up to your expectations." She said.

"All I have done is love you. All I will EVER do is love you. As long as we are together, I will be happy." He said. "You have exceeded my expectations. I never thought I could be loved, and, now you have given me a chance at loving a wonderful woman like you. It is like a fairy tale." He said. "I just hope I can live up to everything you want from me. I don't know what to do with a man. My cats have been my life. I will not give them up and I don't expect you to give up your dogs." She said.

"Imhotep said you have a way with all animals. I'm not sure if that's true. I can see you have cat-like ways. Maybe from being around them for most of your life. I think I could get used to the idea." He said.

"Maybe." She said and laughed. They caressed each others faces again. "I can't believe you want to love me." 

"It's something I need to do, My Love. I will do anything to make you happy." He said. She smiled. He smiled back at her. "I love your smile. It lights up the whole room." He said.

"You have a nice smile as well. Sort of shy, in a way, but, very sweet." She said.

"Shall we retire for the night, My lady? I think we will have a long day tomorrow." He said.

"Yes, I suppose that's true. I have never slept with a man before. I'm not sure if it is right for us. Not yet anyway." She said cautiously. 

"We will sleep on opposite sides of the tent. I will not touch you in anyway you feel that is not necessary. I love you and I will not do anything to endanger what we have." He said.

"Thank you Cheops." She said and kissed him again.

"You have the most wonderful lips. I wouldn't mind kissing them over and over." He said. She laughed a small laugh.

"I Bet. But I wouldn't mind you kissing me, just as long as I get to kiss you back." She said and winked.

"Very nice. I would like that very much." He said. He had a BIG smile on his face. She arranged the pillows for her and him separately and a couple of blankets so they wouldn't get cold during the night. Deserts are notorious for being scorching hot during the day and freezing at night. She hoped that there would be enough for the both of them. 

They went to sleep on opposite sides of the tent and he laid down for a moment. He waited until he thought she was asleep and sat up and looked at her. He longed to be next to her and hold her while she was sleeping. All of these feelings he had buried inside were coming to the surface and he didn't want to stop them. But he also didn't want to rush her into something she didn't want to do. He respected her feelings enough to not rush her into anything, but, he also wanted to show her how much he cared for her. THAT was the hard part.


Oil and Water



This is a fairly long story, but I hope you'll find it worth your time. And I wanted you to know that the "epilog" was written by a very close friend of mine, Lilsheba, who is an excellent author and also contributes to this list. 

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"Hey Bill, get your ass in here a minute!" 

I hear her holler as I walk by the door to her office. "Oh shit, Sandy's at it again, what now?" And I walk into her office with a grin on my face. "What's up?"

"Not you for a change, I see. Guess you must have found something strange last night. Sit down, I need to talk to you."

I plop myself down next to the door. "The only thing strange I've seen lately is what I'm looking at now!" And I stare right at her to make sure she gets the point. Like she wouldn't.

"You know that campaign you bullied my project group to buy into? It's going down the toilet. The client is not happy and you've got my ass in a sling again. How're you going to fix it?"

She knows as well as I do I didn't have much to do with it. It was Tom's bright idea and he sold it to the group. In fact I told her quietly, in one of our more lucid moments, that I was worried about it. 

"If you hadn't been flirting with Tom the whole time, you'd know I never liked it much. Why don't you ask him? I don't think much of it but it might still work with a little tweaking."

"Well if you looked like Tom I might actually listen to you once in a while, too. But we both know he's out of his league. Bill, I really do need some help with this. I know damn well you can come up with something. But be nice and work with Tom, make him think whatever you dream up is his idea so he'll buy it and actually try to work it out. Otherwise you know damn well you ... and I ... are gonna' get stuck with saving his ass again."

I give her a long, loud and very exaggerated sigh. "So it's up to me to save that round ass of yours ... again! When am I gonna' get paid off with a little piece of it? Cancel that, I still have a few standards."

"In your dreams, asshole. And I don't doubt for a second my ass is in them, just about every night. When you're not too wasted to have any."

No sense in dragging this out. She knows I'll do what I can. Just another day in the office for us. And it's been pretty much the same for the seven years I've worked here. When I got here she had just a couple of months head start. We were both business analysts then, and now we're project team leaders in marketing. And she never gets tired of lording it over me that she's the "senior" team leader. Even though there is no such title.

We both do the same job and more often than not are number two on each other's project teams. We don't even have to ask Dave, the Assistant VP for the division, any more. We've done it for so long and so well that everyone knows that's just the way it is. 

"Well, it's been fun, but I have a few pencils I have to sharpen. And as usual I'll figure something out and shove it down Tom's throat. By the way, I have something bigger than a pencil for your throat anytime you want a challenge. I know you haven't gotten much practice lately!" And I get up and quickly start to head out again. 

But she just has to have the last word. "I have a feeling the only challenge I'd have would be finding it! But thanks for the help, Bill. By the way, Friday as usual?"

Oh yeah, tomorrow. The gang from the office goes out for pizza and beer after work every Friday, and she knows damn well that neither of us has ever missed one except when I was pussy-whipped or she was "In love". Which usually lasted at least two or three weeks for her. And right now that's not the case for either of us. 

"Well, let's see, gotta check my calendar." And I make a big deal of pulling an appointment book out of my jacket and looking. "Yeah I guess I can give you a break and shuffle a few things around. Can't trust you with that new intern, god knows what might happen if I don't make you keep your hands off him! I'll be there, want a ride over?"

The intern is 18 and we both know she likes men her age or older, which means over thirty. She gets up and walks out with me, heading for the ladies room, and she makes a left at the first aisle in the rows of cubicles. She turns her head and yells back at me, "I'll let you know about the ride tomorrow, ok?" And she turns and keeps going without waiting for an answer. And as usual, my eyes follow her for a moment. 

And suddenly I exclaim, "Holy crap!" And I hear a snicker from the first cubicle. Frank. He's been here almost as long as we have, and he's next in line for our jobs. But he's one of the good guys, knows his stuff and both Sandy and I put in a good word for him any time we can and fight to get him on our teams. But I don't really want him to hear what I have to say to her, so as she stops and turns around again to look at me I walk towards her. 

And because we're in the middle of the office now I keep the tone down as I say, "Seven years! And this is the first time I've ever seen you bare-ass. Or at least, bare legged. What the hell happened to the beige panty-hose?" She makes a face at me as we start towards the restrooms again. 

"Why Bill, I can't believe you actually noticed! But if you must know I went to put on my last pair this morning and there was a hole the size of a softball in them. Anyhow, why the hell do you care?"

I stop and make a big production of ogling her legs from behind. "Well for one thing, I'm curious just because they meet up with that big ass of yours, someplace under that skirt. And I figured anyone that had to wear the same damn panty hose for seven years must have had something to hide. Like big wads of cellulite or bruises from the latest brute."

And then I add, "But I must say, they look pretty damn good! For an older woman. But with legs like that, why don't you wear something a little more exciting than beige once in a while?"

She knows that in my own way I'm giving her a genuine compliment. Which almost never happens. So I know she'll pay attention for a change. 

"Older hell! You make me look like a teenager!" She knows we're only four months apart.

"And what's wrong with beige, what the hell do you think I should wear?"

We stop outside the restrooms, next to the elevators. At this time of day there isn't much traffic so at least it's easier to talk. As a matter of fact, a few years ago we were coming up in the elevator and messing with each other, and I grabbed her ass. One thing led to another and we began fooling around. And I threw the stop switch and we made out for about five minutes and no one ever even knew anything happened. And that was the only time anything ever did happen between us. I still recall it vividly and I'll bet she does too, but neither of us has ever mentioned it again. 

"Beige is boring, it's what old ladies wear. Try some color, darker or lighter. Better yet, how about some stockings? With those legs you would if you had any guts. Nice and sheer. The kind with the wide lacy silicone bands at the top to hold them up. And a little color, White, light blue, deep brown tones. Mmmmmmm, or best of all, Black! And maybe the fishnet kind with a pattern in them. Hell with stockings like that you could make a living on the street corner when times get tough. Or make a porno!"

"Why Bill! I'm surprised you even know about things like black stockings. Sure as hell none of those skanks I've seen you with would wear them. But I'm sure you know all about whores and porno movies. Gotta get off somehow!"

And she gives me a little "I gotcha" smirk and turns and slams open the door to the ladies room. 

As I wander back to my office I can't stop thinking about our conversation for some reason. Sandy and I have an understanding. We can say anything about anything. Because behind the nastiness and one-ups we're friends, buddies. I can call her a whore, slut or anything else, but god help the next guy that does it. And of course she doesn't hold back on me either. Last week she was bitching about something and I asked her if she was on the rag. And it turned out, she was. But on the rare occasions we see each other outside the office we actually tone down the rhetoric and act like normal people with each other. Well, almost.

It hasn't always been this way. At first we were rivals, always trying to look better than the other. Someone even remarked that we were like Oil and Water. But quickly a certain respect grew between us as we got more experience and realized the two of us were both really good at our jobs and better than most of the office. And when we worked together we were really at our best. 

So the rivalry thing went out the window because deep down we realized we were a team. You might wonder why we hadn't become closer in other ways, but that was something that just never had a chance to happen. When I started here I'd been in a relationship for over a year and it was pretty serious. And Sandy almost always has a boyfriend du jour, even though they never seem to last more than a few weeks. 

Eventually the thing between my girlfriend and I hit a dead end because I found out that she wasn't what I thought she was, and Sandy was a real friend then. She helped me through it. But she was pretty wrapped up in a guy right then so it was more like sister-brother than anything else. And of course, before long I found a rebound girlfriend, right about the time Sandy broke up again.

That didn't last too long for me, it was just something to get my mind straight again and get a little nooky at the same time, but it was long enough that Sandy had been through two other dudes. Funny thing about her. I know it sounds like she just sleeps around all over the place. In a way that's true, but she's always been real serious about the guy of the moment. Then something always seems to go wrong. And I have to listen to another sad story. Well, she helped me out big-time, more than once, and that's what friends are for. She knows she can cry on my shoulder any time she needs it, and there's times it's been pretty wet. 

But have I ever thought about her? Well yeah! I'll kill you if you ever tell her, but the fact is, she's a real piece of ass! As built as any woman I've known, maybe more so, and gorgeous dark red hair to boot. But just the way things have gone, it's more like I'm the guy with the sister that's way hotter than anyone else I know. Not that I have a sister, but I can imagine. You grow up with someone, play together, have the usual rivalries, but end up being closer friends than with anyone else. And then you realize, she's grown up to be a brick outhouse. There's gotta be times when you look. And you think.

We did get in trouble once. Dave called us both into his office and laid down the law. Someone, he wouldn't say who, had bitched about the way we acted and what we said. And we had to tone it way down NOW or else! Of course we both knew who it was, the little snot, but before too long she went someplace else and so did the problem. 

We went out and got drunk together that day. As a matter of fact, she did kiss me then. But I was too fucking pickled to do anything about it. So was she. I woke up in her apartment the next morning, on the couch, but we both had our clothes on from the day before, so for sure, nothing happened. And it was no time before we were back to our old routine. Dave walked by my office when we were giving it to each other one day and just shook his head. 

Now the fact is, and she knows it, dammit, she can get me pretty riled up. There's been times when I've had a pretty good lump in my pants. Fortunately it's usually been when I've been behind a desk or something and she can't see, but there have been a few times. Then she just looks down then looks me right in the eyes and gives me that damn smirk. But she never says a word. And I always wonder what she really thinks about giving me a hard-on.

She just delights in giving me detailed accounts of what she did with her "friend" the night before. Funny, she never says anything really graphic, but makes damn sure I know exactly what she means. Code. Like, "I wonder if I'll ever get those panties back. Dammit, they were from Vicky's!" Or, "If he was a cat he could lick cream out of a coke bottle!" I spent the day wishing I could figure a way to stretch my tongue.

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It's only 7:30 AM; I always come in early on Friday so I can boogie a little early and beat the rush to "Johnny's Pizza". "Hey Bill, come on in!" Wow, she's not usually this early. And she's being nice, must not be awake yet!

"What's up, buttercup, you sleep here last night?" I get a smile and a little giggle. 

"Nah, bright eyed and bushy-tailed. And no wise-cracks. But I wanted to prove to you that sometimes I actually do listen to you. I went shopping last night."

And she gets up from her desk and slowly walks to the end and leans back against it, a big smile on her face, pointed right at me. What the hell? And then I see. Oh my fucking god! She's got four inch heels on and her legs stretched out at a little angle, toes pointed. And I hope I'm not drooling as I look at the sheer black fishnets with a floral pattern woven in. And a black skirt that doesn't cover her knees. I don't have to say a word, my face says it all. Close your mouth, jerk. 

"Oh my god, Sandy!" I finally manage to get that much out. 

The smile gets bigger and she stands up, then walks to the far end of the office so I have a really good view, and turns around once. Then again, more slowly. "Well, it was your idea. You like?"

"Honey, I like. A lot!" Then I recover, just a bit. "But I'm not sure how much yet. I need to see those lacey bands on top." Let's see how she meets that challenge.

"As usual, never satisfied!" But she reaches to the side of her skirt and pulls the hem up one leg, until I can just see the bottom edge of the elastic top.

"Well, I can tell it's there. Now let's see it!"

She slides the skirt up another three inches, until I can just see the frilly lace on the top. My god! I knew she had good legs but this is to die for. Billy boy, you were righter than you knew!

"Mmmmmm, Sandy, that's ... damn! Fucking gorgeous! But to really get the full effect I need to see both legs.

She doesn't say a word, but the smile is even bigger, and she doesn't hesitate either. And her other hand pulls up the opposite side. And dammit. Yes, there's a lump in my pants, which I try to cover a little with my hand. True enough, you'd see a lot more in any normal bathing suit, but there is something unbelievably erotic about this. Right here in the office. And knowing she's doing this just for me. Especially that!

"Beautiful babe! I gotta hand it to you. But just a little higher, I can't quite see the tops." I'm lying about that of course.

But she slides the hem up another inch. And now I can see. 

"Perfect! And the black panties are just right!" I say with a laugh, figuring I've gotten her to show way more than she'd planned. The lump is bigger. And she's staring right at it. And then she does it.

She giggles and for just a second, yanks the whole front of the skirt up right to her waist and I can see the sheer, lacy black bikini panties with the double straps. And then she drops it. Show's over. But she walks back and forth across the office in front of me a couple of times, so I can get the full effect.

And her voice is still soft as she says, "I figured I owed you that Billy. Because I have to admit, I've looked at stockings like these for so long! But you were right, I didn't have the guts. Especially in here. I thought about it though, after you said that, and I figured, what the hell, you only live once. If Bill likes it, can't be that bad! And now I can see you do!" She giggles again, louder now, with that little smirk. And stares right at my crotch. And I move my hand away. Might as well show my appreciation for the show. And I swear, she licks her lips!

Yes dammit, I'm aroused. Never quite this much before over Sandy. But then, nothing like this ever happened before between us. Especially, not so personal, intimate. But I recover a little and try to shake it off. 

"Well assuming you get lucky enough to hook up with some guy again, you'll have to be careful if you wear that outfit or he'll cream his pants before he does you any good. 'Cuz yeah babe, that's hot. Really! Too bad it has to be wasted on the office today."

"Don't you worry Billy boy, I plan to wear this outfit more than just in the office. And as a matter of fact, I bought a couple more pairs while I was at it. And if some guy gets really lucky he'll get a show; all he wants. So don't worry about me, I already have someone in mind. But thanks for the idea. And the appreciation too. Oh, by the way, if the offer's still there, I'd like that ride tonight. Somehow I feel like getting a really nice buzz on. Maybe it's just being dressed like this. You think?" And she giggles again.

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This whole day I've been hearing hushed comments about Sandy. Part complimentary, part amazement. Even Frank stopped by my office and asked me what the hell was going on with my "other half". He's called her that for years, even though he knows there's nothing going on between us, because we work so closely and well and spend so much time with our heads together. "She got another one on the line, or is she trolling?" He asked. 

All I gave him was a non-committal "Who knows with her?" not wanting to admit I had anything to do with it or have the slightest idea. 

The day's been a pretty ordinary Friday, and I managed to wrap up some loose ends, straighten out Tom and help out a couple of the analysts, but a nagging thought keeps popping into my mind. I keep mulling over what I saw this morning, and every time the reaction is the same. I see Sandy in a whole new light. But then I think about what she said about a new guy. Like I told Frank, who knows who she's interested in now or where she found him. But if she dresses in "my" stockings, he hasn't got a chance unless he's queer. And for the first time in seven years, I have to grudgingly admit, I'm a little jealous!

4:30 finally rolls around and after I clean up the office a little bit, I'm outa here. I know she'll be ready; she never has more than a pencil and one sheet of paper on her desk. 

Sure enough, she pops up and heads out the office door and we waste no time getting to the parking garage. The pizza place is only a half mile or so, but the traffic sucks this time of day on Friday. While we're sitting at a light I can't resist looking over at those legs, and I get a shit-eating grin as she pulls the hem up to the top of the lace again. Dammit, now she's a cock tease! But I s'pose I didn't have to look. It's almost 5:30 before we're in "our" booth near the back and getting a head start with a couple of beers, waiting for the others. 

On the way over she asked if I'd heard any comments about her today, but I lied and said, "Nah, not really. Jason wanted to know who the old lady with the rubber stockings was though." He's the intern I was kidding her about, but the remark I actually heard was a mild compliment, "Sandy looks really nice today." For thanks I got a hard smack in the ribs.

I usually sit opposite her, against the wall, but today she grabbed my wrist and pulled me in next to her. "With this short skirt, I don't want some jerk next to me. Well at least, not a bigger jerk."

She inhales the first beer and is on the second before the booth is full. And by the time the booths on either side are full too that's about gone. She wasn't kidding when she said she wanted a little buzz. But she nurses the third, and before long I'm about caught up to her. The pizzas arrive and we chow down, but I notice she's just picking at it, not that she eats much, but at least a good slice. Not today though. I manage a couple of them and lean back, giving them room to digest. 




Oil and Water



She's been fairly quiet, although engaging in the usual office chatter, but I feel a little tap on the arm and she's looking up at me with a big grin, maybe a beer grin. She points down between us and I think maybe something fell on the floor. But when I look I have no doubt what it's about. Sitting like that, her skirt has slid almost up to her waist and the tops of those stockings are fully exposed. I suck in my breath at the sight, those thighs are luscious! And that black lace looks like it was tattooed on her! And it's too dark to be sure, but I think I see a trace of panty, too. 

What the hell? How many beers did she have anyhow? Not that I'm complaining at the moment. But with all the perverts around us I can't stare too long and have to pretend to care about what Jessica is talking about. 

But my mind is grinding away. Would that skirt really have ridden up that high by itself? And more to the point, why would she be so eager to show me that it did? Then suddenly I notice that her leg seems to be pushing against mine, just a little. I don't remember that from a minute ago. 

I glance down again and it's obvious her legs are spread a bit wider now, and there's no longer any doubt about the panties! Well hell! I slide my hand off the table and gently rest it on her thigh, right over that lacy band. She doesn't even move a muscle and she's not looking at me, but I swear I just heard her suck in her breath a little. 

A couple of minutes have gone by, and I haven't moved either, but curiosity -- and maybe a little lust - finally gets the better of me and I let my fingers slip down inside her thigh just a bit and below the band and my fingers can actually touch her skin through the fishnet weave. There's no doubt about the sigh I hear this time and suddenly her leg is pushing against mine much harder. 

For some reason I don't have much more interest in the pizza or the beer. When I turn to her she's looking right up into my eyes. "Bill, I'm really a little lit. Too much beer too fast I guess. Would you mind running me home?" That was loud enough that just about everybody at the table heard it. 

We make them move for us and I leave enough money to cover our tab; then we head to the car. I pull out and drive in silence for a minute, then glance at her and ask, "What's up?"

"I told you, the beer went right to my head. Couldn't you tell? After all you and I are the boss to most of those guys. Can't let 'em see us gettin' stupid." She's right of course, but I'm a little disappointed. I was hoping for something a little different. Oh well.

I pull up outside her apartment building but she says, "You got someplace else you need to be? 'Cuz otherwise park in the lot and come on up and have another beer." Wondering again I pull in the lot and help her out. She seems just fine, but I don't want to take chances. The fact is, I've only been in her apartment a couple of times before, when she needed to move something or to carry a box in or out. And the night we got drunk, even if I don't remember going there. 

As we walk across the lot she reaches across behind me and puts her hand on my opposite shoulder and she's kind of hugging herself to me. If she really was tipsy that would make sense, but I shake my head as I realize she doesn't seem to be, at least not any more than I am, and I feel fine. And when I turn and look at her I get that great big shit-eating grin again. Now I'm beginning to suspect this is some sort of game. Well honey, you look great and you feel good hanging on me like that, so I'll play!

She's still holding on as we get in the elevator, and after she pushes the button with the other hand I hear a little giggle, and just as I look at her again I feel a fingertip softly rub against my ear lobe. And it sends a shiver right through me! There's gotta be a message there! And with my arm that she's leaning against I reach back just enough that I can cup one cheek with my hand. And squeeze. 

I'm wondering if she'll have a fit, but instead she lets out a little sigh and lightly pushes her ass back against me. "What the hell took you so long?"

Now there's no longer any question what's going on here. But before anything else can happen the elevator stops and the door opens. And she finally slides her hand off my shoulder and grabs my hand with it and pulls me down the hallway, until we stop at her door. She hands me the key card and I open the door and let her in, in front of me. 

She doesn't stop, just heads right to the kitchen, saying over her shoulder as she goes, "Have a seat Bill, I'll be right there." As I settle in the corner of the couch I hear the fridge open and some clinking, and she comes back with a couple of glasses of beer and hands me one.

Wow, these glasses are iced! "Damn Sandy, you always keep glasses in the freezer?"

"Almost never," she says as she sits down beside me, and lets it go at that.

She's got an amazing smile on her face as we tap glasses, and I inhale a long gulp, because I can't believe that whatever's happening is happening. Then I set the glass down on the little end table and turn to her. And do the same again when she hands me her half empty glass. 

The moment of truth. "Okay sweets, what's going on?"

She turns towards me and rolls just a little so her body is pressed lightly against mine. "Bill, we've worked together for quite a while now, haven't we."

It's not really a question, just a statement of the obvious. But I reply, "Sure have, Sandy. And I'm not sure I'd be where I am now or doing what I do if you hadn't been there. We make a great team."

I actually surprise myself with my honesty and no wise cracks. But I can tell from her tone she's not interested in a battle of wits. And the warmth of her body touching mine -- and the beer -- is making me feel kind of mellow.

She's still smiling, and I feel another little shiver as she slowly reaches up and brushes the side of my face with her fingers. "Bill, I hope you realize it's the same with me. And it's not just how we work together; you've given me a lot of good advice and some comforting when I've needed it. I know a lot of people, but you're the only one in my life who's done that."

"All our little squabbles and one-ups have just added a little spice to the everyday humdrum, and I've always known I could count on you. I never had anyone before who had my back the way you do."

"But honey, yesterday I saw something you never let me see before." 

She shifts a little on the couch, and now she's even closer to me. And it just seems natural when I reach over and take the hand that's still in her lap and hold it in mine. The smile broadens into a grin.

"When you made that remark about my legs, it was the first time in seven years that you ever said anything really personal and nice about me. It was a real compliment and it took a minute to sink in, but when I thought about it, it made me feel really good; it gave me a shiver. Because I care what you think, I really do. And I just then realized you actually see me as a woman. All of a sudden I didn't feel like just your work buddy any more. And I also realized, it really matters to me."

And her hand gives mine a squeeze. I shift a little and turn to her, really enjoying the closeness now. And I put my other hand on her hip, only meaning to show that I'm enjoying the intimacy of the moment. I'm touched by what she'd just said. 

"Sandy, I hope you've realized how much having you in the office has meant to me. Maybe we shouldn't have been so hard on each other sometimes, but I think it's been just our way of keeping each other at a distance; keeping things in perspective. After all, practically the whole time we've known each other we've been in relationships outside of the office." 

"The only difference is, I hold on too long even when they don't work, and you seem to be more than ready to cut loose when things aren't going right. But you know how much you helped me when the big break-ups finally happened. After we talked I always felt much better about things. I knew you cared. But it was like you were my sister. And I could lean on you. 

The hand on my shoulder tightens and she pulls herself up a little closer to me, a gentle smile on her face as she looks right in my eyes. Until they close when I kiss her. It's not in the script. It just happens. A long gentle kiss. And when it's over my hand has moved from her hip to her hair, because I don't want to let her get away.

"That was nice," she whispers.

"Maybe it should have happened a long time ago."

"It did, dummy, don't you remember the elevator? Because I do. And I wondered for a long time after why that was the end of it. It was only a couple of minutes, but it was more exciting than most of my relationships turned out to be. The forbidden fruit thing maybe. I hate to admit it, but I was really disappointed when you didn't follow up."

Our faces are only a few inches apart, and I'm just staring at her, letting what she's just said sink in. All this time, and I'd never realized she felt that way. And I've been too damn scared I'd mess our relationship up.

"I made a big mistake." I lean forward again. And her eyes close as our lips touch. We nibble slowly and gently on each other. And by the time our eyes open again she's in my arms, body pressed against mine. But I make sure not to let her feel the huge bulge in my pants. It's not the time for that yet.

She lets out a long sigh and takes a deep breath. "Is this a mistake?"

"Not so far. Maybe we're doing something right for a change."

"Maybe it's just the stockings."

"Maybe it's who the stocking are on."

She pulls back a little and giggles. "Now that sounds like a line if I ever heard one!"

"Maybe it's the truth."

"Maybe." And our lips end further discussion by pasting themselves onto each other again. 

This feels so good I almost don't want anything to change, but that bulge has other ideas. And when I tighten my arms around her a little bit we both squirm until our bodies are practically molded together and she's almost on top of me so I know she can feel it now if she wants to. And when my tongue presses against her lips I hear a little moan as they open for me. 

Wouldn't you know it, her skirt has managed to stay down during all this, but I slide my hand down over it until it finds the firm bottom I've so verbally abused, and I gently rub and squeeze. And I feel a little shudder go through her. And for a moment I think I feel her hips roll, just a little. And now her tongue is sparring with mine. 

I'm really starting to get heated up now, but when we come up for air again she rolls away from me, leaning back on the couch again. I'd feel a little rejected, but one of her hands still has a very tight grip on one of mine. She looks up at me very seriously and says, "You sure you're all right with this?"

"Sandy!" Dammit, all of a sudden she's fucking insecure? This from the cocksure business woman willing to take on lions!

"The only thing I'm not all right with is that it took so long to get here! I feel like a real jerk!"

"Well you are. But as usual, I forgive you. But you need to make it up to me." 

Even with that bravado, she's opened herself up to me a little. And I realize I feel more towards her than just the lump in my pants. She's trying to see if I actually care about her. And deep inside I know that I actually do. 

I roll towards her until our bodies are touching again and give her hand a squeeze. And when I slide my arms around her again she snuggles right up to me. And our lips just join of their own accord; no more shyness now. We take turns nibbling each other's lower lips, then grinding together, trading tongues. And sometimes we just enjoy the feel of our lips pressed lightly together as our bodies slowly grind. 

But she puts her hands on my chest and pushes herself away just a bit, and she has the cutest little smile on her face. "You know Billie, if we go any farther with this we could be in trouble. Because I don't think I'll want to stop. In fact, I don't now."

I reach out a hand and stroke it lightly down the side of her face, then run a finger lightly across her lips. "Hell Sandy, you've been nothing but trouble ever since I've known you, and it hasn't stopped us from being here now has it? I guess I like being in trouble with you."

Her hands slide up from my chest and around my neck as she leans into me again, and I feel her wiggling against me and I realize she's pushing her boobs into my chest. And I can tell I've underestimated them. Along with a lot of other things about her. This time I slide both hands down over her ass, catching a round cheek in each one, and she moans as I pull her against me, now wanting her to feel how she's aroused me. And there's no doubt now, her hips start rhythmically thrusting against me. My fingers are slowly kneading deeply into the firm flesh, and each time I squeeze she moans into my mouth. 

She lifts one leg from the floor and puts it right across my lap until her thigh is rubbing against my captive erection. But when I suck in my breath it's because I realize her leg in that luscious black stocking is fully exposed, right up to her hip and her legs are wide open. I waste no time sliding my hand up and down a few times from her knee to her hip and back. Then my hand settles on her thigh, and I begin slowly massaging, fingers digging gently into the soft inner flesh just above the stocking. 

The result is instantaneous. She moans and her whole body starts to writhe against me. And her leg moves with the rhythm and presses hard against my cock as I work my hand up and down, letting it brush the black panties and loving the feel of the smooth soft skin. Even through my pants, my cock is on fire with the pressure from her leg stroking slowly back and forth. And I have to pull my lips from hers long enough to watch, stifling a moan as I drink in the sight of that beautiful stockinged leg moving against me. 

"Oh damn, Billy, you better want this as much as I do!" she suddenly moans.

I turn back to her with a little smile, and I put a finger across her lips. "Sandy, if you can't tell how much I want this right now, one of us is doing something wrong," I whisper. 

She tightens her arms around my neck, then slowly and gently pulls me down to her again until our lips are almost touching. And she whispers so softly I can barely hear it, "I do know Billy, I do. I can tell. It's just that ... until yesterday I never thought it could happen. It was ok. I was good with what we had going between us. But suddenly I realized it could be so much more. But I was afraid to believe it. And now I'm just coming to grips with it. Or trying to. Maybe I still haven't yet." And she moves a hand to the back of my head and pulls me the last few inches until our lips meet again. 

This is just too good. I'm afraid my cock may rip a hole in my pants, and yet I don't want to rush anything. I know now this is really happening and I know neither of us is going to get cold feet. We can take our time, enjoy every minute. This is not some girl I just met, that I don't know and have no idea how she'll react to things. It's Sandy, the person I depend on the most in my daily life and who has never let me down. 

As our lips lock again our hands slowly begin exploring. And when my hand slides up her side near to where her breasts are crushed between us I feel her pull away just a moment, enough to let it in. And when the weight settles into my palm her lips barely pull away from mine enough that she can sigh, "Oh yeah, Billy that feels good!"

I squeeze slowly and gently, amazed at how heavy and firm it is. And how good it feels, even through the blouse and bra. She moans softly into my mouth as I knead her slowly, but after a minute or so she pulls away again and whispers, "Unbutton me babe!"  

I pull back a little and we both watch as my fingers work their way down the front of her blouse, and when there are no more buttons I pull it free of the skirt. And she has a big grin as she watches me looking at her, my eyes feasting on the well filled black lacy cups. She shudders when I run a finger along the top, tracing over the swells and the valley in between. And she giggles when I bend my head down and plant a kiss.

But then she pushes herself up and stands, the blouse now hanging enticingly open with my eyeballs still caught in it. She giggles again and says, "C'mon honey, I have a feeling this could be a long night and I want someplace a bit more comfortable."

Don't have to tell me twice, and I follow her to the bed room. By the time we get there the blouse is gone, and when she turns around as I come in her lips find mine as her fingers start working on my shirt. But somehow our lower bodies press together, and she slowly rotates her hips as she plays with the buttons. I can't help it! I throw my head back and moan, "Mmmmmmmmm, god!" and she giggles and thrusts against me a little harder. 

She pulls the shirt from my pants and slides her hands up over my t-shirt as she stares me right in the eyes. And when her hands reach my shoulders they push the shirt off, and then she helps me out of the cuffs. I lean forward and my lips find hers again, but she manages to get her hands under my tee and as our lips grind she moans into my mouth at the feel of my bare skin. And I suck in my breath at the feel of her gentle warm fingers.

We work together to get the t-shirt over my head and it adds to the pile on the floor. And now she moves back a step and looks me over. "Wow, nice Billy boy, I know you've been going to the gym but I didn't realize how much good it did!" And I shudder as she runs one hand over my abs and the other over my chest. Then I return the favor, slowly sliding my hands over her, just before I pull her to me for another kiss. 

The lacey black bra is nice, but not really what I want to see or feel right now, so while my arms are around her anyhow my fingers casually undo the clasp. She gasps just a little as it pops free, and I feel the weight of those cups settle against my chest. She takes a deep, long breath and then lets it out slowly and says, like she just realized it now, "We're really gonna' do this, aren't we?" And she steps back again, just enough to let the straps slide down her arms and the cups to slowly fall away from her. And we watch together as it falls to the floor. 

She suddenly grabs me and pulls herself against me hard, and a high-pitched little moan escapes her lips as my bare chest touches the sensitive flesh and her hard nipples burn holes in my skin. I kiss the side of her neck, then nibble around her earlobe, moving slowly and letting her feel my breath; easy because I'm almost panting now. She's gasping and turning her head so I'll touch and kiss and lick just where she likes it. But I can't wait any longer and I whisper in her ear, "Honey, I wanna see you."

She moans deep in her throat, like the thought is almost painful, and slowly pulls back from me, her eyes on mine, which are riveted down between us. And when she's back about four inches I shudder, and my breath catches for a moment. And I can barely gasp out, "God baby, they're beautiful!"

I hope she can tell this is no line now, because they are! Large and firm, with almost no gap between them, creamy and deliciously smooth with large tan nipples, the tips a rich dark red, rock hard and crinkly now, and just a bit pointed. I have to have a better look and gently push her back by the arms. I'm sure I must be drooling. They are so heavy and full they're slightly pendulous, but still high and proud on her chest. 

And I can't resist. I slide my hands up her arms to her shoulders, then down her sides until I can slide them underneath, cupping her gently. And as her eyes close she moans softly, at the moment I touch her. And when I lift slightly they are so firm and heavy in my palms! Very slowly I move my thumbs to her nipples and press gently as I begin to squeeze. And now the moan is mixed with a gasp, and she whimpers out, "Oh my god, Bill!" And a violent shudder goes through her body. 




Oil and Water



My hands almost convulse, squeezing tighter, and I barely find the breath to gasp out, "Fuck, Sandy!"

I'm moving my thumbs in little circles and her eyes pop open, staring at me, almost begging for mercy. I just give her a little smile, keeping my eyes on hers as long as I can, as I lower my head and replace a thumb with my lips and gently suck the hard nub in. And she whimpers again, "Oh baby," and I feel a hand lightly at the back of my head, encouraging me. 

I nurse slowly, my face pressed against the soft smooth skin and I gradually suck her deeper, my lips squeezing tight around the swollen bud. And I feel the hand pressing, urging me to take more. I open my mouth wide and suck hard until the entire aureole is in my mouth, and my tongue starts making delicious circles around it, slathering her with my drool as my lips struggle to inhale even more of her. 

Then I feel both hands on my head and they're pushing me away, and as the nipple pops loose and I look up, questioningly, she gasps, "I'm sorry Billy, I ... I can't stand up any more!" And she falls unsteadily back onto the bed. 

She lays back on the bed, staring up at me, her eyes begging, and I just can't believe what I have spread out before me. It's like Sandy is a different person, one I've never seen before. Her breasts are slightly compressed against her chest now but still round and firm, and her body quickly tapers down to a slim waist, where it disappears into the top of her short skirt. And the hemline is just below the very tops of those luscious black stockings, letting me see almost every long inch of her gorgeous legs, captive in the floral fishnets. 

A smile slowly appears on her face as she sees my reaction to her, and her hands slide up her body and find her breasts, cupping them and pushing them up a bit. And when she giggles, then jiggles them just a little, I gasp out, "Oh damn honey!"

As I stand there staring I can feel the bulge in my pants getting harder to the point it's painful, captive and straining against the cloth. And there's no doubt she can see its outline perfectly, but I don't care. I want more than anything for her to know how aroused the sight of her and the feel of her body have made me. 

Suddenly her entire demeanor changes and she giggles again. "God Bill, is that all you?"

I laugh back, "No honey, I snuck a pair of socks in there!"

"Better not be, I want my money's worth!"

And she quickly sits up and moves to the edge of the bed, and all of a sudden reaches out and grabs me by the beltline and yanks, pulling me to within easy arms reach of her. And I look down with a smile as she fights with the belt buckle, undoes the button and very slowly eases down the zipper. Then, with a little help from her hands, the pants slide down my legs, and she watches as I stomp them off and kick them away. 

Then she looks back up. "Holy shit! Billy! I had no idea!"

And her hand reaches very slowly until her fingertips can slide along over the mound in my boxer briefs. And she giggles when I shiver and my legs almost give out. But she says, very seriously, "Yeah, me too!"

Even though she closes her hand around me very gently, I can't avoid the harsh gasp when I suck in my breath. But she gives me a little tug to get me closer and then leans forward plants a little kiss on the wet spot. And she doesn't pull back, her mouth almost against me as she growls, "Dammit Billy, I can smell it!" And after her tongue sneaks out and takes a little taste, she whines, "And oh Jeezus, that's so good!" 

As her hands slide to the waist band she looks up with a smile. "I already know I'm in trouble here, but I've gotta see how much!" And she very slowly and gently pulls the briefs down, being careful to ease the band over my aching cock. Until it springs free and almost hits her in the face before bouncing to a stop, pointing right at her!

She jumps and jerks back fast with a little squeal, then looks up at me with eyes wide. And laughs. "Damn you! That's a helluva way to meet someone for the first time! He's naughty!"

Tightening my abs for a second makes my cock bounce up and down. "Yup, see? He agrees with you! But you make him naughty!"

Her hand suddenly lashes out and she grabs me hard in her fist and squeezes. "I'll teach him some manners!" she laughs. But then she looks up at me. "God Billy, that's big! And so fucking hard! What the hell am I supposed to do with this? Every guy I've been serious with has been a pencil-dick compared to you!"

Her hand is squeezing rhythmically, and I'm paying a lot more attention to that than I am her words, but I manage to stammer out, "I'm sh ... sure you ... you'll think of something." And I add, "I just wish you'd hurry up!"

With an evil grin, "Aww, the poor thing," and she slides her hand down to the base and shakes it, hard. But then she loosens her grip and slides her hand slowly back and forth a few times. And says, softly, looking up again with a smile, "You like that?"

Like the way I'm panting, she can't tell. "Oh fuck, Sandy, I can't even tell you!" I moan, "But wet your hand a little, will you?"

"What?"

"Wet your hand. Lick your palm or spit on it. It'll slide easier."

"Yes sir!" she's giggling with a big grin, but she takes the hand away a moment, considering. And then she spits in her palm. And grabs me again and begins to stroke.

"Oh god, baby, that's it! I knew you'd think of something. Don't stop! And keep thinking!"

And she doesn't stop either! But in a moment she spits on the other hand and it joins the first as she two-hands me, squeezing hard and gradually going faster until her hands are making little squishy sounds on my cock. And she looks up at me with a big grin, panting a little herself as she works hard, jerking me. "Unless you're having an asthma attack I think he really does like it!" She giggles. Then she adds, "So do I, honey!"

After another minute or so she slows down and then stops. Which is a good thing because I couldn't have taken much more but I didn't want to stop her either. She still has one hand around my cock as she slides off the bed to the floor, on her knees. And looks up at me and laughs! "I'll bet you never even dared think of me like this in your dreams! You lucky son of a bitch!"

She's right, too, but the truth is, I never dared dream about her at all. Not that it wouldn't have been great, but until this moment our relationship was so different! Which makes seeing her kneeling with my cock in her hand twice as exciting. And all I can do is groan for a reply. And my eyes are bulging when, still looking back up at me, she slowly leans forward. And licks. And I gasp, "Ahhhh fuck!" And as her lips slowly slide over the head she giggles with my cock in her mouth!

She's moving slowly, and when I'm about two inches deep I hear "Mmmmmmmmmm." Come from deep in her throat. I know I can't taste that good, so I figure she just likes the feel of me in her mouth. Which is wonderful, because, oh damn, so do I! And I close my eyes, tilt my head back and just moan with pleasure!

She has a tight hold on me with one hand around the base, and she starts rocking, gradually faster, and pretty soon she's swallowing half of me with every stroke. And it's so fucking wet and warm, and her lips are tight, squeegeeing me! But the best part is the noise! Loud juicy sounds every time in and out, and she's gurgling and gulping, like she's almost gagging, but it doesn't faze her in the least. And I just have to open my eyes to watch.

Oh god! The sight of her bobbing fast, back and forth on my cock is almost too good! And half her face is wet, lips and cheeks covered with spit and drool running down her chin and dribbling onto those damn stockings! And when she plunges down my shaft little bubbles come from the corners of her mouth! The next time I have a wet dream I want this to be it! All I have to do now is fight to keep from coming with every fucking stroke!

I rest my hands lightly on her head, just letting her know how good it feels. But she looks up and tries to say something with her mouth full and it comes out glub-glub, so she pulls back for a moment and laughs, a stream of spit pouring from her mouth. And with a great big grin, says, "Go ahead, animal, fuck my mouth if you want! Show me what you like!" And she immediately inhales me again, as deep as she can.

And as soon as she feel my hands tighten on her head a little she takes the hand away and puts both behind her back, and looks up with wide eyes and a shit-eating grin, even with her mouth full of cock! It was her idea, so I don't hold back and start thrusting. I push as deep as I can and when she gags a little I hold for a second before pulling back, but she's dead game and doesn't flinch. I get into a nice fast rhythm and I know it won't last long, because I can't stand it. And after about 15 seconds I stop and slowly pull back. And her lips are still tight around me as I slip out of her mouth with a pop. 

I'm gasping, chest heaving, and it's not just from exertion; I'm right there and struggling for control. She looks up and laughs. "Not bad honey, with a little practice I bet you could go another second or two!" 

Dammit, can't fool her! She knows just what she can do to me now! But I growl back, not wanting to give her the total upper hand. "With a little practice I bet I can shove my whole cock down your tight little throat!" 

But she gets me anyhow. "Never know babe, maybe. That is, if you think you can ever last that long!" 

Son of a bitch! She's daring me to try! And she knows damn well I can't do a thing about it right now! Well, there's gonna' be a re-match, so we'll see.

Reaching a hand down to her I help her up and just crush her in my arms. And after we kiss a few times I pull my head back long enough to whisper, "Dammit Sandy, I know you're good at a lot of things. But I'd never have guessed that you're a world class cocksucker!"

That gets her! There's a look of shock on her face for a second, but she recovers with a smile and says, "Maybe 'cuz I'm working with a world class prick!"

Now we're both happy, and I wrap her up again, then slide my hands down over the skirt, pulling her against me as we grind together. But I have a lot more than that in mind and I push her back against the bed, then give her a hand as she settles down on it again. Reaching down, I lift her legs and when I start to slide them onto the bed she wiggles till she's sort of in the middle and grins up at me. I don't waste any time climbing next to her, and we both sigh with satisfaction as our arms pull each other tight again and we lock lips once more.

But she still has way too many clothes on, and I slide my hand down to the side of her skirt and start working on the fastener. But I'm fumbling and in a second I feel her hand on mine, pulling it away! She breaks off the kiss and says with a laugh, "Men! You guys are hopeless. Bill, I know you've had enough experience with women, unless you're totally full of shit, that you should be able to undress one by now!"

In about two seconds I hear the zipper whiz down, and she says, "Do you think you can at least get the damn thing off of me?"

It takes me about one second to get to my knees and I grab the hem of the skirt. She's looking at me with a laugh on her face, and when I pull nothing happens. I growl, "Do you think you could lift that big round ass of yours a second?"

But she shoots back, "If you don't start with the top it won't matter!" The light bulb goes on and I grab the waistband at her hips and realize it won't just slide; I have to work it down over her hips a little at a time as she wiggles to help me. Once it's past her ass it slides smoothly though, and I make a production of it, moving slowly, the look on my face telling her how much I appreciate what I see. And I make sure that when she lifts her legs for me, I let my hands slide down them along with the skirt.

And now there's nothing left but those wonderful stockings and sheer black bikini panties. And I realize I'm biting my lip as I stare. Sandy is one beautiful woman; I already knew that, but just sort of took her for granted up till now. Not any more. She sees the expression on my face and wiggles a little for me, showing off. And she's still got that same damn smug grin. S'okay, she's got a right, I'm not making any secret of what the sight of her is doing to me. How the hell could I with my cock sticking out like a ramrod!

She lifts one leg so I can get between them and I grab it in mid-air. And I start right with her toes. And I can tell she likes it as much as I do when I start kissing, nibbling and sucking, getting the stockings wet as I drool over her, because she puts her head back and closes her eyes, and the other leg keeps sliding up and down on the bed. But after about 10 seconds of that her eyes open and she suddenly reaches up and almost rips the stocking off her leg. "If you like your mouth on my dirty foot as much as I do, do it right!" 

Oh god, I don't know why but I do! At least as much! And I torture her by licking the ticklish bottom, then sucking on her toes, all together, then one at a time. She's moaning and squirming on the bed but she's practically shoving her foot into my mouth. 

As my lips move very slowly up her foot, then around her ankle, one hand is moving ahead, sliding up and down her calf. And she keeps moving her foot and leg, helping me so I can reach whatever spot I want. When I've kissed and licked a trail halfway up her calf I slide both hands past her knee, wrapping around her thigh. And she suddenly sucks in her breath, then exhales a "Dammmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnn" as my fingers caress the soft flesh where the stocking used to end; and the shudder I feel tells me all I need to know right now. 

Looking up at her with a smile and I see her eyes are open, watching me now. But it's my turn to shudder as she moves both hands to her breasts and catches the hard tips in her fingers, just gently rubbing and fondling them. I moan at the sight and drool just a little harder at the thought of those little buds between my lips, but I have work to do so that'll have to wait. She knows what she's doing to me and I get the silent giggle treatment as the grin widens.

But I get to play too, and I slowly turn and run my hands up her other thigh, one inside, one out, all the way to the top of the stocking. And then I lightly run my fingertips along the top of that lacy band on that amazingly soft and smooth bare skin. And when I hear, "Oh fuck!" and feel her flinch it's my turn to grin. But it has almost as much effect on me, and I'm shaking as I enjoy the feel of her in my hands.

I manage to keep under control enough that I continue slowly kissing my way up the inside of the stocking, and she bends her leg and puts her calf on my shoulder. But every time I lick through the fishnet or touch just the right spot, she jumps and gasps, just a little.

By the time my lips reach the wide band on the stocking I have both hands on the bare flesh of her thigh, but I'm making sure not to move much farther yet. And I slide my fingers into the band of the stocking and very slowly, half roll, half slide it down her leg, my fingertips trailing softly over her flesh. And when I slip it off, her foot is by my ear and I just can't resist those toes! 

I grab her foot and suddenly all five are in my mouth. She jumps and gasps, then watches wide-eyed as my lips and my tongue play with them. And my eyes, staring at her, watch as her hands find her breasts and she squeezes and pinches herself.

But both of us are noticeably shaking now, and my real interest lies way farther up. I put both hands around her foot and start to slide them slowly up and over her leg, touching every inch of the smooth skin on the way. And when I reach the little marks left by the stocking band I knead and press for a moment, smoothing them. And as I do I bend low and slide my lips and tongue up the length of her leg too, stopping to kiss and nibble here and there. 

When I reach my hands I stop and kiss softly, over and over, then press my lips harder and suck a little bit at the same time my tongue is making circles on her flesh. But you'd think I'd bit her the way she jumps and then moans, "Oh godddddd, Billy!" And when I do give her a playful nip she squeals! But I immediately kiss and make it better and she sighs with relief.

My hands are holding her lightly now, and slowly I slide them all the way up till I can touch the curve of her ass, but I make sure to avoid the panties. My lips and tongue move up and down that incredibly smooth inner skin, just so I can enjoy the little squeaks and whimpers she's making for me. And I just hope she likes the little moans of satisfaction I can't hold back, because the softness and the heat coming from that thigh are just amazing! 

She raises her legs straight up from her hips, offering me her tender skin, and when I turn my head to kiss the back of her thigh, just above her smooth cheek, suddenly I can smell her scent! I can't help inhaling deeply; it's an aphrodisiac, spurring me on. I put one hand on each bare thigh and slowly run them up and down, enjoying the feel of her. Then, bending my head down I kiss lightly, right in the middle of the panties, shuddering as the strong scent fills my head, and feeling the dampness on my lips. 

A little whimper escapes from her, and her hips buck suddenly in reply, pushing against my mouth. I run both hands all the way up to her hips, then back down, but then I turn my head and catch her by surprise as I kiss the inside of her thigh again. She sucks in her breath and gasps, "Oh fuck!". 

But a few moments of that and she shudders hard, and I feel her soft thighs press against my cheeks as she squeezes my head between them. And in a voice that's just a breath she gasps, "C'mon baby!" I'm glad to see she feel it as much as I do, and I turn to the panties again, kissing, then licking, and sighing as I finally taste her. She lifts her hips to just the right angle and I grind my face into the lace, feeling the warm wetness coating my lips. I hear panting, and I can feel her body rocking slowly, but then I realize, I'm panting too.

Moving a hand up I run my fingertips along the panty leg line, up and down, feeling her shudder from my touch. But when I slip a finger under the leg band, about to pull it aside, I feel her hand on my head and she says, "No Billy! Just take the damn things off!"

I need work on skirts but I'm a pro at panties and I waste no time, fingers finding the waist band and peeling them off her as she shifts her weight for me, and when she raises her legs I slide them right up and off her toes. When she puts her legs down she has her feet spread on the sheet but locks her knees together, hiding from me, and I hear a little giggle. 

But I slide my hands down the exposed backs of her thighs to her cheeks and then slowly up the smooth and tender insides, and they magically part as I reach her knees. And I push up and sit back, because I just have to see. And I stop breathing, just forget to do it, at the sight of her! This is so weird! It can't be Sandy, my office nemesis and buddy, who I spar with five days a week. Because it's the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen naked in my life!

And as she sees the expression on my face her smile widens, realizing my reaction to her. And she slides a hand slowly down her body until her fingers slip into the little thatch, just above her naked mound, and now I know for sure she's a true redhead! She whispers, "Like what you see?"

"Why, am I drooling that bad?" I gasp as I finally remember to take a breath. And as she giggles nervously I say, very quietly, "Yeah, I do."

Reaching for her legs I slide my hands slowly up and down, relishing the feel of her, letting it sink in that she's really here and spread out like this for me. She sighs and settles back a little, relaxing as she watches me. And I run my hands down the front of her thighs as I slowly lean forward, then bend my head down and plant a kiss on her tummy. She shudders hard and under her breath, "Oh fuck!"




Oil and Water



Putting my hands at her waist I begin kissing, side to side, slowly down and down, listening to her little moans and whimpers, and by the time my lips reach the little red forest her legs are spread wide open for me. I tease her a little, kissing here and there, running my tongue down the creases of her legs. But that scent is so delicious that it's stronger than I am, and my tongue slides its way down one side of her swollen pink outer lips, then back up the other, before the tip lightly drags right down the middle.

She moans suddenly and her hips lift a little, wanting more, but I smile and manage to hold out another moment, torturing her. But then my willpower collapses and I press my lips hard against her as my tongue snakes deep between her inner lips, and I moan with pleasure as I realize she has a pool of nectar waiting for me. And when I begin to lap it up like I'm dying of thirst she writhes under me, her body undulating and her hips pumping against my face. And I feel a hand on my head, urging me on. 

It's hard to tell who's moaning now as we dance together, my face grinding against her as she bucks under me, her hand pushing harder till I have to gasp to breathe. But I know it's her when I hear, "Oh god Billy, oh god oh god oh god!"

I force my head back up a little and kiss and nip up and down as I catch my breath. And I love the way she shudders every time I slide my tongue the length of her slick pinkness. But she groans again when the tip flicks against the hood of her clit, swollen and hard now, and her fingers clutch and her hands make sure I don't move from there. So I suck gently, teasing the little head out of hiding, and gently lave it with my tongue. Her hips begin rocking now, and she sings a little song to me, moaning and gasping in time with my lips and tongue. 

She's not pushing down any more, but her hands are just sliding back and forth over my head, fingers tangling themselves in my hair. And she's pulled her legs together and up till her thighs are pressed against my head, making sure I don't stray. No worries honey, I know what you need now, and I want it as much as you do. I tighten my lips and suck on the swollen nub, at the same time grinding my tongue in circles, around, around, around, then over and back. Her coordination is gone and she's just bucking under me, and her fingers are locked in my hair. 

I stop for just a moment, blowing my warm breath against her and teasing her, and when I grind my tongue down hard again suddenly she goes off, her thighs locking my head in place as her ass lifts off the bed and she grinds against my face. And her low pitched growl fills the room and ends in a snarl, "Oh fucking GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!" 

I grab her hips and hang on as she bucks and squirms, the growl replaced by high-pitched squeaks and squeals. And then I feel warmth on my chin as her creamy center starts to flow, and I slide my lips down and lap gently, enjoying my reward. I feel her fingers relax slowly, and then her hands start to pet my hair, smoothing it as she finally breathes again, long deep gasps. She relaxes under me but I can still feel shudders and shivers going through her, and we both enjoy the aftershocks as I rest my cheek against her thigh. 

When she finally unlocks her thighs I raise my head and smile up at her with my wet creamy face, and I'm sure, a smug look of victory. When she sees it the shock on her face is replaced by mock distain, and she orders, "Okay animal, come up here!"

Those arms reaching for me look awful good, and I'm there in a second, falling into them. And she's ignoring the mess as she grinds her lips against me at the same time her body molds to mine. My cock is still rock hard and it's captured against her tummy, but this feels so good I really don't care. 

When she finally comes up for air her eyes are sparkling. "Wow Billy, you sure know how to show a girl good time!" She giggles. And she stretches, grinding her body against mine and rubbing hard against my cock. And suddenly her demeanor changes. And she whispers, "I think maybe it's time for him to meet Cookie!"

When she sees the strange look on my face she laughs and says, "Never mind, I'll tell you later, but that's what I call her. And right now you have Cookie smeared all over your face!"

I grin at her and say, "I just love cookies! And she's my favorite flavor!"

"Gawd that's lame!" She giggles. "But maybe I asked for it. And you did devour her, that's for sure. But I'm not so sure about him. She's just a little girl and he might be too much for her." She says the last in a singsong little girl's voice.

Meanwhile, just thinking about it has "him" aching hard again, and my hips start to roll, rubbing against her. And I whisper to her, a strain in my voice, "I have a feeling she'll grow up fast, honey. Top or bottom?"

And in a breathy whisper she sings, "I've got a ticket to rideeeeeee," as she pushes my shoulder back onto the bed and slides a leg over me. 

She sits up, then leans forward with a big smile and there is no way I can resist those beautiful tits, now swinging freely in my face. I reach up and cup her with both hands, and when I fondle gently she moans and her eyes close. They're even smoother and softer than her thighs, and my fingers just can't help sliding slowly over them. And I don't know who moans the loudest. 

Her eyes pop open again and she sighs, "Oh god, baby!" leans forward and plops one of them on my face and lets me nurse for a minute. I keep my hand on her, letting her know I don't want her to move as I suck and lick and swirl. But when my other hand finds the free nipple and my fingers catch and pull and squeeze she squeals, then whimpers as she presses down harder till my face is almost covered with pure heaven. 

But her pussy is straddling my cock, rocking slowly, and I can feel the wetness, so it's no surprise when she pulls herself back up and pushes up onto her knees. As soon as the pressure is relieved it pops straight up, but I reach down and hold it steady as she backs into position and lowers slowly. When we touch she wiggles a little until "Cookie's" mouth finds the head and we stare at each other as she very slowly settles back.

It's a good thing she's dripping wet because she's unbelievably tight, but she closes her eyes and eases herself down the pole, little by little. She gets half way and groans, then pulls back up again. But this time she shoves her ass down harder, and very quickly I'm almost buried in her. And I just can't tear my eyes from the sight of my cock disappearing slowly into Cookie! And in less than a minute she's settled back, sitting on my hips.

Her eyes pop open and she groans, "Oh my fucking god! Bill, you fill me up! I feel like I've been stuffed! As soon as I catch my breath I'll let you know if that's good or bad!"

And she sits for a moment, then lifts just a little and slides down again. And gradually she moves a little further and little faster until she's got a nice slow steady rhythm going and she opens her eyes again and groans, "Oh god Bill! It's good! It's good it's good it's good!" almost in tempo with her rocking.

But meanwhile, I'm fighting hard, eyes clenched shut, because she's still so fucking tight I'm right on the edge and it is so good! And I don't want to stop her but Jeez! And when I open my eyes it gets worse. Because she's smiling at me and those amazing boobs are swaying back and forth, jiggling and shaking with every thrust of her hips. Finally I grab her hips and push her down and growl, "Stop! Oh my god!"

For a second there's a question, but then she gets it and the smile gets bigger. "What's the matter baby?" she giggles. She knows damn well.

But all I can do is gasp, "Just don't move. Don't fucking move!"

Her cunt is clenching and releasing around me, even though I know she's trying to be still, and it takes about a minute before I can even breathe again. By then it seems she's loosened up just a little and I sigh deeply with relief. And I look up at her and ask, "Baby, how do you like knowing you feel too damn good?

"You should know," she counters, "can't you feel what's going on inside?"

"That's why I just held my breath for a whole minute! But it's better now. I just didn't wanna spoil something this good so soon!"

That gets a big smile, and she leans forward and puts her hands on my chest and begins to rock slowly again. And I moan with pleasure at the sensation of her silky tightness surrounding me. She says softly, "Nice to know I can make you feel this good, honey. And don't worry, you can't spoil anything. Whatever happens will be good with me!" 

And she bends down enough to let her swaying breasts brush against my face, and giggles when I try to catch one in my mouth. But I reach up with both hands and capture one, holding on so it can't get away, then quickly suck the nipple into my mouth, and it's her turn to moan again when I begin to suck and lick as my hands knead slowly.

She gasps, and I suddenly feel her start to move faster and thrust down on me harder, now taking me deeper until there's no more left. She moans and her eyes close and she finally pushes up, away from my hands and drooling lips. But her eyes pop open again and she gasps, "Oh baby, you asked for it!"

And she goes to the next gear, her body bouncing up and down as she rams herself down on me. But I want to have some fun too, and I pull my legs up behind her a little and begin to meet her thrusts, and our bodies start to slap together. And when I pick up the pace a little her eyes open wide and she gasps, "Oh fuck!" and falls forward, putting her hands on my shoulders and her head next to mine. And those wonderful big tits are like pillows between us, on my chest.

In that position she rocks back and forth and I pull my legs up farther and begin to pound away, ramming my cock into her hard and listening to the wet squishy sounds. It's hard work but I'm loving every second of it, and when I reach up and put my arms around her I can feel the wet sheen of sweat on her back. And her breasts are sliding around now, the moisture from our bodies lubricating them.

Her mouth is right next to my ear and I can hear her panting, breathing hard, matching me. But then she misses a breath and tries to catch it again with deep ragged gasps. And when I push it up the last notch she moans, "Ohhhh fuckkkkk Billyyyyyyyyyyy! Don't stop! Don't fucking stopppppp!"

I'm getting tired and my face is flowing rivers now, but I tighten my arms around her and pound away, holding her so she can't move. The whole damn bed starts rocking back and forth, tapping the wall. And my breath is so far gone I'm running on empty! But just as I think I'll have to give in I feel her whole body convulse on top of me, and there's a noise that sounds like a teapot coming from between her clenched lips. 

I slam my cock into her one more time and grind, my ass lifting off the bed, trying to give her the last millimeter, and even in my arms, her body is bucking back and forth as she whines and pants and moans and whimpers. But both of us are gasping for breath, and with her weight on my chest I'm not getting much, so I gradually loosen my arms, then gently roll her off to my side, and my cock, still rock hard, slips from her. 

We're both still for a moment, gasping, but I finally push up on my elbow and look at her. Her face and body have a bright pink flush, but her breasts are what I focus on. They are so wet from our sweat they look oiled, and shine in the dim light. When I reach and run my hands over them they are even smoother now and slippery, and I can't contain my little groan of pleasure as I fondle gently. 

Her eyes finally open and she looks at me with a smile, then puts a hand on top of mine, moving with me. But she giggles. "You were right Billy, Cookie's all grown up now!" Then her expression changes. "And you, you bastard, didn't cum!" And she pushes up on her elbows and looks down at my swollen cock.

With a big sigh she pushes herself onto her knees and crawls down the bed, and with a grin I roll onto my back again. And she grabs me with one hand and gives me a lick, making me gasp. The she looks up and says, "You're lucky I like the taste of my own cum!" But her lips don't feel a bit angry when they slide down over me.

I lie back and relax, and sigh, "Ohhhhhh fuck, Sandy!" and as a reward she gives me a little bite, then a giggle. 

"It's all right, I forgive you," she laughs, "I like him in my mouth." And she plunges down over me again, bobbing faster and quickly farther until I can feel the back of her mouth. But what I like even better is her tongue grinding against my shaft. She pushes down hard and gags herself a couple of times, but I don't go any deeper down her throat, and when she lifts her head for a moment, drool pours down over me. "Maybe someday," she sighs, and inhales me again, bobbing steadily.

It doesn't take long, with the feel of her mouth and the sight of those boobs swaying under her, that I'm close again, but I don't want this to end this way, and I reach down and gently pull her back, by the hair. And I whisper to her, "I think he wants some more Cookie!

She looks up at me with a shit-eating grin, but says, "Oh gawd, never satisfied! Well this time you get to do the work!"

"Yeah, like I didn't before!" I shoot back at her as I push myself up, and we meet, on our knees, for a long hard kiss, my hands fondling her. But I lay her back and put a pillow under her head, then she pulls back a leg so I can shuffle between her thighs. And she lies there looking up at me with a big smile and her tits in her hands, squeezing them and teasing me. 

The sight of her, red hair spread over the pillow and touching herself, makes me shudder, and she hears it when I suck in my breath. And that smile silently mouths the words, "Fuck me now!"

When I grasp myself and move forward she spreads her legs wide and pulls her knees up, and gasps when my tip slides up her lips and over her clit. I rub just a bit before sliding back down and pushing gently, and we watch together as my head slips easily inside "Cookie". And when I lean forward, grab her hips and slowly thrust we moan together too. She's still dripping wet and much more open now, and in moments I'm rocking slowly, long strokes going almost to her womb, and she's already gasping as her eyes close. 

The feel of her tight cunt welcoming me again and again is amazing, and my cock is already on fire, but I don't want to rush, it's just too good. And when she relaxes and looks up at me again it's even better. She slides a hand down to her furry patch and rests it there, and in a moment she whispers, "I can feel him you know, stretching me just a little when he goes ... unnhhhhhhhhh ... deep ... like that. Oh baby!" 

Just knowing what she's feeling makes me shudder and my cock twitches in response. But instead of moving faster I almost stop, pull back very slowly and then all the way in again. And through clenched teeth I groan, "Oh fuck. Sandy!"

"Uhhuh," she gasps back. 

When I pick up the pace again my cock is shiny wet with her juices and I can feel her tighten just a bit, squeezing around me without even knowing it. Her hands go to her breasts again, fingertips finding the nipples and pulling lightly. The sight of her is almost as good as the feel and I can't keep from moving faster now, our bodies bumping softly together. But she begins to answer, her hips pumping as she meets my thrusts, and both of us groan with every stroke. 

Soon the bumping turns to wet slapping, and as her hips pump harder her entire body is moving on the bed in front of me, her back arching over and over. And her fingers are pulling harder now, stretching those dark red points. Her eyes are clenched tight and her head goes back as she arches, pushing her breasts into her hands. I'm panting now, but it's not from exertion, simply the raw exhilaration of the moment, feeling totally aroused and watching her letting go, becoming a wild animal under me.

With a snarl I tighten my grip on her hips and lean forward, every thrust driving to the hilt, and she begins to grunt and moan with every stroke, her ass almost lifting from the bed as she accepts all I have to give. Now I am sweating again, and the drops from my brow are adding to the wet sheen on her body, so that she almost seems to glow. And she begins to gasp out, in rhythm, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!"

I'm furiously pumping her full of my cock, over and over, like a piston, and as her body shakes with every impact the bed slaps hard against the wall. But the noise of our bodies colliding almost masks everything else except my grunts and growls as I pound her again and again. She's helpless beneath me now, my fingers buried in her flesh as I use her body, just one more time, and then another.

Until I throw my head back and snarl, "Eeeeeyaaaaaaaaaaaahhh" through clenched teeth as my hips buck hard and I shudder and explode in her depths. I lift her off the bed without realizing as I pump her full to overflowing, each spurt punctuated with a thrust of my hips. 

It's only as my gasping for breath finally eases a bit that I become aware of her quiet whimpering beneath me, and I slowly loosen the cruel grip I have on her. And when I force my eyes open I see that her body is heaving too, as she sucks in long deep breaths. And when she looks up at me I have no idea what I see on her face. But when she can finally talk she whispers, "Oh baby! Please tell me you can do that again!" A long pause. "I never ... I never ..." And she lets it go at that.

I can't help but smile at that and I chuckle, "I think so, but just ... not right now!"

She giggles and I get that radiant smile again. "Bill, come here!"

There's no way I can resist those arms, not to mention her lush body, and she makes sure her breasts are planted in my chest when I wrap my arms around her. We enjoy a long series of little kisses, constantly wiggling to get closer together, and finally she breathes a little sigh that says, "I can't believe this!"

"Me neither, honey," I mumble and with one more little kiss we are both off to sleep.

I wake up wondering where the hell I am for just a moment. But then I hear her soft breathing, and I'm disappointed when I realize she's gotten away from me. She's lying on her stomach, one hand still resting on my arm. But the little light is still on, and I enjoy the look of her relaxed body in the soft glow. And most especially, her round ass with her legs slightly spread. 

I just can't resist, and reach out a hand, running it lightly over the curve of her smooth cheek. She sighs softly, but shows no sign of wakening so I do it again, letting my hand slide up her back. This time there's a little moan, but she still doesn't move. So I rub my hand gently from shoulder to shoulder, then up the back of her neck. This time I feel a little shiver, and in a few seconds her muffled voice comes from against the sheet, "Whatever you're doing, don't stop!"

I smile at that and lean over and kiss her shoulder lightly. I really don't want to stop because I love the feel of her and I know how to give a massage, the only good legacy from the girl I was with when I first met Sandy. She was a masseuse, and taught me so we could take turns pleasing each other. 

I push myself up and put both hands on her shoulder blades, gently digging my thumbs into her back in little circles, and she groans, "Oh god!" gradually I work her shoulders and neck, changing pressure and moving in different directions, diffusing the tension and relaxing muscles. And I grin when she sighs again and again and squirms on the bed because it feels so good. Eventually she turns her head and mumbles, "How the hell did you ever learn to do that so good?" 




Oil and Water



"You really want to know?"

"Well yeah, I asked didn't I? Unnnhhhhhhhh ... oh fuck that's good!"

"Remember the girl I was with when I joined the company? Carla, the one you had to nurse me back to health from when we broke up?"

"Of course! Ahhhhhhhhh ... Oh god! Do that again!"

"Well, she was a masseuse ... and she taught me so I could do her too. But she was really good at a "special massage"! And I was in heaven, until I found out something. She did it as part of her job. Along with a few other things. And that was the day we broke up. Understand now why it hurt so bad?"

She suddenly pushes up on her elbows and turns to look at me. "My god! You never told me that!"

"Of course not! We didn't know each other quite so well then and I would have been embarrassed. And anyhow, it would have hurt too much at the time. It took a long time for me to shrug that off. But at least, now I'm thankful to have the experience."

I laugh and she settles down again and as my fingers start to dig in along her spine, she moans "Oh god. Shit! Ahhhhhhhhh, baby, me too!"

After I work over her upper back I push myself up and straddle her, and she giggles as I sit right down on her firm round ass. From that position I can lean forward all the way to her shoulders and run my hands up and down, heels of my palms pressing hard as they move slowly along her back and sides. She moans, deep and long. "Oh god baby! Don't stop!"

I laugh with joy and tell her, "You know, this is the first time since then that I've been comfortable enough to do this. I may be a little rusty, but I'm sure you'll forgive me."

"Shit, I don't know what would happen if you were on top of your game. I'm already getting the sheet damp."

I chuckle as I lean way forward, bending a little lower, and my hard cock rubs up the small of her back. "What the fuck, you pervert! He's that hard already?"

"He's been like that ever since I started honey. But don't worry, he likes this as much as I do." I've never called my cock a "him" before, but she's got me doing it already. 

When I've covered just about every inch of her back she giggles, "I hope you realize there's more of me than just my back!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I'm well aware of that, honey, we'll get there, I'm just getting started!"

I slip off of her, to the side again, and start rolling her ass in my hands, loving the way she gasps at the touch of my hands and fingers. But I'm making sure I do a thorough job, and as my fingers knead every inch of the smooth soft mounds she groans with every slow, deep squeeze. She shudders when I run my fingers along the pouty crease at the bottom of her butt, and when I start long strokes up and down the backs of her thighs her legs quickly spread. Then when my hands slide down along her inner thighs she moans, "Ohhhh baby! Ummmmmmmmmm!" And I watch as a shiver runs through her entire body.

I switch from long strokes to kneading again, letting my hands move up between her legs until my fingers are lightly brushing her ass. She squirms on the bed, and her breath is coming in deep gasps now, almost panting. When I bend over a bit and I can smell her delicious scent once again. And when I finally let my fingertips slide up and down her pussy lips, barely touching, she gasps, "Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck!" I lift my fingers to my nose and inhale deeply, and when I lick them dry I can't help moaning with satisfaction. She gasps and moans when I bend over and kiss and lick nip at her beautiful round cheeks, now reddened from my attention.

But I force myself to move down the bed and run my hands all the way from her thighs to her ankles, squeezing hard to press into the muscles. My cock is aching hard and dribbling pre-cum, and sometimes it brushes against her leg, making me gasp too, but I'm determined to give her the full treatment. I don't spend too much time on her feet, even though she sighs with the pleasure of my touch. And then I kiss my way up, all the way from her ankles to her shoulder, and whisper in her ear, "Roll over, baby."

When she turns over she looks up at me like she's in pain. "You do know you're torturing me, don't you?" But then she smiles. "But fuck meeeeeeee! Don't stop! Is there such a thing as death from arousal?"

"Maybe we'll find out," I chuckle, before bending down and giving her a long deep kiss. I've been through it and I know what she means. But I'm so glad she feels it as much as I do.

I reach my hands around to the back of her neck, fingers digging in deep little circles before working slowly over her shoulders to her arms and back again. Then I hold on with my fingers as my thumbs work slowly down the sides of her neck, pressing lightly, then hard, then lightly again, soothing. She's given herself to it now and just lies with head back, eyes closed, sighing at every new touch. 

But I suddenly gasp and shiver when she moves slightly and I feel her hand grasp my cock tightly and hold on! The hand doesn't move and her serene expression doesn't change, even when I moan, "Oh god! Baby!"

But she says very quietly, "Sorry, I just need something to hold on to." And then she giggles.

Her hand doesn't move, but my own movements cause it to tug and pull on me, and now I can't help groaning as I continue to work on her, trying so hard to concentrate. But I just can't help speeding up the process a little. I work across her collar bone from her shoulders, then gently up her throat, under her chin. And then my thumbs move lightly in little circles as I work slowly down her chest. 

But when I reach the swell of her breasts I move along the sides, then underneath, barely touching, and I can feel her shivering in anticipation. I draw it out a little, but when I just can't wait another second I grasp both globes in my hands and squeeze, very slowly and gently. But it doesn't work the way I want.

Her breasts are so large I can't do it properly with one hand, and I have to do them one at a time, kneading from bottom to top, careful to avoid the nipple. She begins to whimper almost at once, and now her hand does move, tugging at me in time with my squeezes. She opens her eyes and looks at me with a painful smile. "Oh honey! Damn!"

I just shake my head in agreement, letting her know it's the same for me, and switch to the other breast, forcing myself to give it equal treatment. Her legs start slowly pedaling on the bed, and her breathing deepens to slow, long pants.

When I can't wait any longer I move a hand to each breast, start at the sides and slide my fingers up, all the way to the tips of the nipples. And I love the delicious shudder that runs through her, accompanied by a loud whimper. But after stroking her for a moment my fingertips start to circle around the outside of the aureoles, brushing lightly. She opens her eyes, not moving now, just watching. 

I smile and catch the rock hard tips between my fingers and she gives a hopeless moan as her eyes close again, her hand now clenching and loosening around me. At first I gently squeeze, then pull just a little, then twist. But as I repeat the movements my fingertips tighten and I pinch, then pull harder, lifting, until the little tips have become long, rock hard and pointy. And when I twist I can go almost all the way round. 

Her gasping is so heavy now she can barely catch her breath, and her back arches, thrusting up to my hands. Her little moans sound almost painful, like a kitten, but she knows she could stop me with a whisper. Her heels dig into the bed as she squirms, and her hips start a slow, continuous roll. 

After a few long minutes I finally loosen my grip, and she sighs in relief as my hands move lower. But when they reach her waist they slide slowly across and back, and she suddenly sucks in her breath, and then her tummy, and I can feel the little goosebumps start. And she chants in a breathy whisper, "Oh god. Oh damn. Oh fuck!

I quickly have mercy and slide my hands to her hips, using a hard grip as they slide up and down, smoothing the flesh and letting her relax. But when I dig my thumbs in along the edges of her hip bones, then slide my hands slowly down to the tops of her thighs she shudders again and her eyes open, pleading with me. I knead and grind my hands into her quads carefully, loosening and relaxing them. 

When my fingers graze the soft inner flesh she finally lets go of me, and both hands reach down and grab my wrists. And she's almost crying as she says, "Billy! No more! Oh my god, no more!"

I know she means it and I've reached my limit too, shuddering as hard as she does with every touch of her flesh. And I whisper to her very softly, "Baby, roll over." 

She looks at me, not sure what's coming now, afraid it will be too much, but I smile and nod and she pushes herself over onto her tummy. I straddle her legs, on my knees, and lean down and kiss her cheeks again, my tongue leaving a wet trail from one spot to the next. And I can feel her shiver. Then I whisper, "Honey, push it up, just a little."

She gets it and pulls her knees up a bit, lifting her ass a few inches in the air. And I shuffle forward until my legs are spread wide, my knees just outside her hips. And she jumps when she suddenly feels the tip of my cock run up and down her exposed pussy. She's all wet, leaking her juices so they are almost dripping out of her, and with a little shove I slide easily between her lips. And she moans and I gasp.

Leaning forward, I put my hands at her sides. And when I start to roll my hips very slowly, sliding a little deeper each time, she sighs with relief, feeling what we've both been needing so bad. Her pussy is so wet it gurgles with each thrust, and my cock is covered with her juices and shining. And we rock back and forth until my body is slapping lightly against her gorgeous ass. She sighs, "Oh baby!" 

With her legs held almost together she's tighter than ever, and it's impossible for us to move too fast, but the delicious feeling of her pussy clamped tightly around me is almost overpowering. And the two of us whimper and moan, echoing each other as we move slowly together. But it's not long before I have to stop moving again. She feels me shuddering and lies still, but once more I can feel the quiet flutter deep inside her. 

I take a deep breath and straighten up and slide out of her, and we quickly scramble so I'm kneeling between her spread thighs. She pushes up onto her knees and I move close again, running my hands over her smooth cheeks. And when I slide back in she pushes slowly, until our bodies press tightly together. Now I hold her hips as we begin to rock, but I just can't resist taking one hand and running it over her smooth ass.

She glances back at me and says in a quivery voice, "Oh my god baby, you got me so wet I can hardly stand it!" I wonder if she knows it's the same for me as I bite my lip, hardly able to withstand the pleasure. It won't be long now, neither of us is willing to wait, and I tighten my grip, and begin thrusting faster. She sucks in her breath and begins rocking, matching my thrusts, her body slapping harder and harder against mine. 

And when she bends down and buries her face in the pillow, her ass is sticking up at the perfect angle, and my cock is on fire with the sweet friction as I begin pounding harder, faster, deeper. Sandy is gasping for breath, each thrust forcing a groan or whimper from her, and I grunt with the effort as my fingers dig into her hips. And there's no stopping it now. I can feel the telltale tingle in my cock and she's almost sobbing, her body in constant motion. 

My breath is coming in ragged gasps and I barely get out the words, "Baby, Oh please! Now!" I slam my hips against her ass so hard she pitches forward even more, and my cock is pulsing with each blast of my cum, over and over. She howls and pounds a fist on the sheet and her whole body shakes violently, only my hands holding her up as she bucks and writhes in my grip. And both of us are crying and moaning and gasping.

When I'm dimly conscious of the world again I have sweat running down me, dripping into a little pool on her back and I can barely open my eyes. She's limp and heavy in my grip and when I extract my fingers from her flesh she slides slowly down onto the bed. I can hear her muffled panting against the pillow and I barely manage to roll to her side before falling onto the mattress next to her. 

She's still whimpering, very quietly, and I reach out a hand and run it over her hip. She suddenly lifts her head and looks up at me, and I can see her face is wet, streaked with sweat. When she rolls towards me I quickly gather her up in my arms, needing to feel the touch of her body against mine. She puts her arms around the back of my neck and her fingers run slowly over my hair as she nestles her face into my shoulder. And she breathes, in a shaky voice, "I never ... No one ever ..."

And I answer with a sigh of total satisfaction as I slowly stroke her. 

When I wake again I immediately notice two things, first, it's getting light out -- amazing what a little exercise can do to improve sleep. Second, I feel great, in several ways. I have a sense of euphoria, so good I can't contain it, and yet I can't explain it either, although, of course I know it has to do with Sandy. And this time she's still snuggled in my arms, her soft warm body giving me a feeling of peace and contentment. 

But there's a physical component too; my body has a wonderful fresh sense of being alive, heightened response to all things around me, most especially her. And then there's my cock. I can't define it, but it has the wonderful feeling of being used, fully and well. It's almost as though I can still feel the sensation of being buried deep inside her, the soft tightness of her cunt holding, squeezing, caressing. In fact, just thinking about it makes "him" twitch a bit. It's as if the nerve endings are unwilling to give up the exquisite sensation.

But I'm interrupted from my thoughts by a little sigh against my chest, and I look down to see her sleepy smiling face. I kiss her once on the forehead, then put my arms under hers and pull her up until we're face to face. She locks her arms around my neck and then just hugs tight for a moment. And she giggles, "You sure are comfy to sleep with, I was out like a light!"

I whisper in her ear, "I'm not sure I'd describe you as comfy, more like delicious. But either way, I only woke up a minute ago, too." And somehow our lips just find each other for a long wake-up kiss.

But then she says, "I'm sorry baby, but more than anything else right now, I need to pee. And then a shower. And I bet you do too." 

As soon as she says it I know she's right, and suddenly the need is rather urgent. "Go ahead babe, but I'll be right behind you. And then maybe we can save some water and shower together!"

And in minutes the water is running, a little cloud of steam accumulating above the tub, and I give her a hand in, then swiftly follow. There's something about the steamy heat and her wet glistening body, and I feel a little stirring before I've even touched her. But she hands me a wash cloth and I gently swab her down and help her lather up her hair. And somehow, when I hand her the soap and cloth, the first thing she notices is the erection that has sprung up between us. She giggles and says, "Can't you be serious?"

"What makes you think I'm not serious?" I say, with mock indignation. "Doesn't that look serious to you?"

"Ohmygod you're impossible! Animal!" she says with a laugh, and rubs some soap into the wash cloth and begins scrubbing my cock!

I hold my breath, but she's gentle, and pretty soon she puts down the cloth and wraps her hand around me and begins slowly stroking my hard wet cock. "Does this happen every morning?"

"Well so far, every morning with you!" 

She giggles and gives me a yank! 

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" I gasp in surprise. Of course it doesn't hurt it feels great. But I suddenly reach out a hand and give her a satisfyingly loud smack on her bouncy wet bottom, and it echoes in the small room. And best of all she jumps and squeals, and her boobs swing wildly back and forth for just a moment. 

Before she recovers I put my hand on her waist and spin her around, then pull her back against my chest. She squirms against me, her ass rubbing against my cock as I slide my hands slowly up her sides from her waist until her heavy breasts slide into them. She moans softly as I begin to knead, the slippery wetness adding to the delightful feel of her. And then she reaches up and back, putting her arms around my neck as she pushes her head back against my shoulder. I squeeze and fondle her as I bend my head down and kiss under her ear and her ass begins to pump back against me. 

I can feel her shiver hard as my fingertips find the slippery nipples, and I allow them to slip away again and again, each time, recapturing them. But she makes me gasp when she pushes up on tip-toes and pulls away for just a moment, allowing my rigid cock to slide between her legs. And when she pushes back again and rolls her hips her wet smooth thighs are rhythmically stroking me, and it's my turn to moan. 

Now both of us are gasping, because my cock is stroking back and forth across her pussy, and both of us are rolling our hips and grinding against each other. And as I kiss down one side of her neck she presses hard against my lips and turns her head, offering me more and more of her throat. 

But I can feel her shaking and she whimpers breathlessly, "After what you did to me last night I didn't believe I could want you again so bad and so soon. But dammit I do! Oh baby! Please, for god's sake, put it in!"

As I reach down to grasp myself she pulls away and leans forward, putting her hands on the shower wall, then spreads her legs as wide as the tub will allow. And when I slide my cock up between them it slips in easily and we moan together at the feel of my head buried in her.

But when I start to push slowly she gasps, sucking in her breath. And she pants, "Oh baby, please! You have to take it easy! She may be a big girl now but you stretched her out and she's a little sore!"

I wait a moment till she wiggles, then press very gently, and she's holding her breath as I slowly slide deeper, inch by inch. But soon I'm almost buried in her and she moans, "Oh god baby, that's good!"

And when I begin to rock my hips she moves with me, controlling just how fast and how deep I can go. And in no time the sound of our gasps and moans are louder than the water splashing down over us. Soon she pushes back against me a little and slides her hands down the wall until her back is near horizontal so my cock can slide more easily, and I grasp her hips and begin to thrust harder, my cock now burying itself into her as my body slaps loudly against her wet ass. 

She has her feet braced against mine to keep from sliding back, and I lean forward, sliding my hands up her sides until they can catch her wildly swinging breasts again. When I lean over my cock is forced even deeper, and I fondle her as she moans and squirms against me, impaled on my iron-like rod.

I tease her for a moment, then straighten up and grab her hips before starting to thrust again, now harder and more urgently. And she quickly responds, pushing her ass back so it slaps hard against me. 

Both of us know I was horny the moment I woke up this morning, and now I realize I can't last long. And I pick up the pace, my cock already throbbing inside her, loving the wet sounds of her cunt as I plunge in and out. Breathlessly I gasp, "Honey, I can't wait, come with me!"

But I'm surprised by the growl I get in response, and she begins ramming hard back against me, forcing me to brace myself and dig my fingers into her flesh. And then she gasps out, "C'mon, fuck me baby, do it! Fuck me hard! Show me what you got!" She's daring me now, knowing what will happen, and as I pick up the pace and snarl my reply she continues urging me on, begging me to pound her, asking for more. And the harder and faster I go the more she demands! 




Oil and Water



She wasn't fully asleep. She heard him move around but she thought he wasn't close to her. She turned around to see what he was doing. She saw his shadow sitting up on the other side of the room. (Being with cats all her life, she taught herself some of their ways) She never had anyone watch her sleep before, and, it was comforting to know, if there was a problem, that he would be there if something happened. She was also worried about him sleeping, If he was awake all night, he couldn't be his best if something DID happen. 

"Go to sleep, I'll be all right." She said quietly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't meant to wake you. I just wanted to watch you sleep." He said. 

"You can't be at your best if you don't have enough sleep. We both need it. Like you said it will be a long day tomorrow before we reach Syria. You need to be your best." She said.

"All right, I will sleep but I will have wonderful dreams of you." He said. "Good night My Lady." He said and turned over and went to sleep.

"Good night, My friend." She said. She turned over and went back to sleep.

The Next day, the caravan has started again after they ate breakfast. Cleopatra and Isis were in the lead and Imhotep and Cheops were behind them. They both were talking about what happened to them last night.

"Did you do what I told you to do?" Cleopatra asked Isis. Isis was a bit nervous. "Well?"

"I tried to, but, it wasn't in me. I can't be the Queen of Egypt when I am a lowly servant. I need to be myself. I feel I am disrespecting you if I do copy you. I need to be who I am. No more, No less." She said. 

Cleopatra was intrigued by Isis' explanation. 

"All right. Do what you feel is best. If he will accept you for who you are then I say do what you think is best. I applaud you and him for wanting nothing more than what you need to be." Cleopatra said.

"Thank you My Queen. I didn't know how you would react to the news. I'm glad it is a positive approach. I will still be your head of Felines and Cheops will still be head of Imhoteps Dogs. We decided to keep our jobs and still be together." Isis said. "I hope you approve." 

"That is very noble of you two. Is this going to be a permanent coupling? Will you marry soon?" Cleopatra asked.

"No, Not yet. I told him I needed more time and he agreed he wouldn't push me into anything I didn't want to do. If he keeps going as he is. I think there will be a marriage ceremony next year." Isis said.

"Good for you." Cleopatra said.

In Imhotep's caravan, He is also talking to Cheops about what happened to them last night. Cheops is nervous about telling Imhotep the truth, But he decided he would as not to spoil Isis' reputation.

"So, how was the night for you? Did you get much sleep?" Imhotep asked curiously and with a knowing smile.

"No, I didn't actually. I watched Isis sleep. But she wasn't sleeping all that much anyway. We talked for a bit and then fell asleep." Cheops said as diplomatically as he could.

"Talked? That is not what nights are for..... if you know what I mean." Imhotep said.

"Yes I know what you mean, I don't want to rush into anything with her, I love her too much to try anything with her. I respect her not to be that forceful. I want to love her as she is meant to be loved. After a while when we get to know one another, We will be able to do things we want to do, but, right now, we are still getting to know one another. It is going to take some time." Cheops said.

"That is something I have never heard of before. I admit, men use sex as a position of power and that is the way it should be. We are the superior race. Do me a favour, Don't tell anyone else about what you did. Make up something to impress other servants. This is too embarrassing for us men." Imhotep said.

"I would be doing her a dishonour if I lied about what we did and I told her I wouldn't lie to her or to anyone about us. Making up a sensational story about a night of passion that never happened is not right, to me or to her. I will not do that to her and ruin the trust I have gained with her. I will keep my promise to her and be true to her and myself." Cheops said.

"All right. What ever you say." Imhotep said. "Will you stay on as Dog master? Or will I be loosing one of the best trainers I ever had?" Imhotep asked curiously.

"I will be staying on as Dog master, IF you will have me. And Isis will still be cat master. We decided not to change each others jobs. We will both be with the house of Cleopatra if you are willing to keep us." Cheops said.

"Yes I will keep you as Dog master. I'm not sure what my sister will do, But I want to keep you." Imhotep said.

"Isis is good with animals. I hope The Queen will keep her on. She loves her cats and I think she would be lost without them." Cheops said.

"I think Cleopatra has an affinity for Isis, Not only as a namesake of one of our Beloved Goddesses, but as a cat master. No one else can handle the cats better than Isis. No one that we have known anyway. She is truly a gift to us." Imhotep said. 

"I'm not sure why she was named after the Goddess. She said she doesn't remember her parents. I don't know even if that is her true name or something she liked." Cheops said.

"No matter, what's done is done. We shall look to the future and get as many Syrians as we can to help build the pyramids." Imhotep said. "Cheops, there is a possibility of Isis being part of Cleopatra's plan. She may be used to lure men to be with us. Cleopatra has that way about her. I know Isis will not do anything to harm your relationship but things can get very intense and things might happen. Not being Isis' fault. There is a strong possibility." Imhotep warned. "How would you feel about that?"

Cheops thought for a few moments.

"I know she wouldn't hurt what we have, But I understand if The Queen suggested strongly that she did it. I would have a problem if she had done something but I know she wouldn't. I believe with all my heart she wouldn't do anything harm our relationship. If a man has forced his way with her and she rejected him. I would sic one of the dogs on him. They would know not to force themselves on someone who doesn't want it." Cheops said.

"Then, I hope you have brought a few of them with you. Some men do not take the word 'no' lightly from a woman when they want something." Imhotep warned. 

"Yes I know, I will be there to help when they do try something." Cheops said. Imhotep nodded his approval. then thought of something.

"Maybe we can make something so that she wouldn't have to! Tell me what do you think of this?" Imhotep said and told him of his plan. Cheops nodded and agreed with the plan, and hoped Cleopatra would agree with it as well.

The next day, near the border of Syria, The male servants that were traveling with Cleopatra, Imhotep, Isis, and Cheops set up what Imhotep had planned. Cleopatra went along with it.... reluctantly. They would get enough slaves from Syria and then they could go back and help finish the pyramids. Cheops and Isis kissed a long passionate kiss before she and Cleopatra made their way into one of the cities.

Isis was a few steps behind, as a servant is normally, Cleopatra stopped before they got into the city. 

"You cannot lag behind. I am a regular woman today, not Queen of Egypt. We shall use our womanly wilds to lure men to be our slaves. Won't that be fun?" Cleopatra said and Isis came closer to her.

"Yes, My Queen... Cleopatra." Isis said.

"I suppose that will have to do. At least for today." Cleopatra said.

"I don't mean any disrespect Cleopatra. I feel as if I am breaking a vow. I am not made out for this kind of work. I would not be a good prostitute, I am way too shy." Isis said.

"I understand Isis. But this is not for real, this is to lure men to work for us. This is my Brothers BIG idea so you wouldn't have to do anything bad with them and break your vow to Cheops. Don't worry everything will be all right. I Promise." Cleopatra said.

"All right." Isis said. They continued together side by side to the nearest town in Syria.

As they entered the town, they tried to look as sexy as they could. Well Isis tried. It came naturally to Cleopatra. The men flocked to them both and asked what they were doing there and if they were new in town.

They answered that they were new to Syria and that they were looking for a good time and hoped they could help them find someone who could help them.

Many of the men answered that they could help them and eagerly went closer to them. Isis was nervous around them and she didn't think she could handle it. Cleopatra saw she was in distress and went to help.

"Boys! Boys! There's enough for everyone. You don't have to crowd around the poor girl. This is her first time and I'm just showing her the ropes. Be gentle." Cleopatra said.

"We can be as gentle or as hard as she wants to!" One man said, and the rest laughed. Cleopatra had a knowing smile, but Isis was getting more scared.

"Boys! Boys! We have a little place on the outskirts of the town. All set up for you. You can bring as many friends as you want, The more the merrier." Cleopatra said. The men whooped and hollered and got as many men friends they could find and followed Cleopatra and Isis back to the caravan.

They had a tent set up, but with a cage hidden in the back so the men couldn't see what they were up to. 

"We have plenty of space in the back so everyone can have some fun." Cleopatra said with a smile. Isis tried to make her best smile, but, wasn't making it. 

The men started to pour in the back of the tent and Imhotep and Cheops were shoving them in to the cage. One dog was there and growled at the other men and they went in without a fight. Finally the last man went in and the cage door was shut behind him. Imhotep and Cheops breathed a sigh of relief. Cleopatra and Isis came over to see what was going on. 

"Is that all we need Dear Brother?" Cleopatra asked curiously.

"We have a good 50 men. That will do for a time." Imhotep answered.

"Good. I don't think Isis can handle any more. Maybe one of our regular servants will be more comfortable." Cleopatra said.

"I'm sure you will find a lot of willing women who would do it." Imhotep said. He and Cleopatra laughed. Isis and Cheops looked at each other.

"We are embarrassing the poor dears. I guess its best if we go. Sooner to have the slaves in Egypt, the sooner the pyramids will be finished." Cleopatra said. Imhotep and Cheops disengaged the tent cover from the cage and the slaves saw them and started yelling at them.

"Quiet slaves! You will be working for Queen Cleopatra and Prince Imhotep to make the pyramids. You will do as we say or you will be destroyed." Imhotep said.

"And I will sic the meanest of our Dogs on you!" Cheops said.

"No! Please! Not that dog! He was a mean and vicious creature. We will behave." A man said cowardly. Cleopatra, Imhotep, Isis and Cheops left for the front of the caravan.

"Yes Cheops, That dog you brought was a mean one. At least he kept the slaves in line." Imhotep said.

"Thank you My Lord." Cheops said and walked away with Isis. "I didn't bring any dog..." Cheops said quietly to Isis.

"I heard it as well. Who could it have been?" Isis said Quietly back.

They got into their tents and they left back home to Egypt. 

In the background, a wild dog could be heard howling...