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A Bedtime Story

By: tweetybird



She slipped into the bed beside of him. Her cotton gown soft against his skin, she felt his body mold to hers as she snuggled in close to him. He could tell she was just out of the bath, her skin still damp to the touch and smelling of flowers. He could feel her nipples pressing against his back. He rolled toward her, taking her face in his hands. His lips sought hers and their kiss deepened into a long sensual awakening. 

He lifted the gown from her body and ran his hands along her soft skin. Her freckles had faded from the long gone summer sun, well some of them anyway. He looked at her, not a fashion model, but a woman. Rounded, aged, scarred, all products of life that we humans share, and a reminder that passion begins with much more than we gave it credit for when we were in our twenties.

He felt her hand touch between his legs and knew that she too knew passion to be more than two bodies in one bed. She stroked him lightly and his cock jumped at her touch. He felt her kisses travel down his stomach and her mouth open to lick the head of his growing staff. 

He moaned as she took him into her mouth. She slid to the floor kneeling between his open legs continuing to lick and suck him. He looked at he face, her eyes were closed, and damned if she wasn't smiling. He felt her hand touch him, holding his balls, cupping them gently stroking, running her tongue down his cock and taking first one of this testicles and then the other into her mouth. Long tongue strokes that went from the base of his cock to his ass. Her hands moving on his cock engulfing him. 

"Can I cum in your mouth?" he asked. He knew that he couldn't wait much longer, his balls tightened and he could feel the heat of orgasm building inside of him.

"MMmmm, oh yes, darlin, feed me you sweet cum," she answered.

His hips began to move, matching the motion of her lips, his release began. She opened her mouth so he could see his cum on her tongue and lips. She swallowed as much of him as she could, but still he had been so ready for her that he came twice in her mouth. The first time was hard and fast, and then once more, gentle this time leaving a tingle from his head to toes. 

She licked his cock until it was clean of all his fluids. He took her hand and pulled her up on the bed with him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her body close to his, breathing in her scent. 

"God, baby you know what I need, " he whispered in her hair. "Now it's your turn"

She lay on her back as he positioned her so that her ass hung off the bed and her legs opened wide for his inspection. He seated himself on the floor, kneeling between her legs. One hand covered her mound and he gently moved it in circles. She had closed her eyes and was enjoying the sensation of his hands on her. He spread her legs as wide as they would go and replaced his hand with his tongue. He licked the furry outside of her pussy. Planting little kisses all over her sex. She moaned and arched her back wanting more. 

He opened her pussy lips with his fingers, he could see that she was already wet for him as he tongued her swollen clit. He moved his tongue inside of her reaching in to her pussy as deep as he could.

"Darlin," she whispered her voice husky with longing "Do me, fuck me with your big cock."

He laughed softly "Baby, I'm going make you cum like a fountain before I fuck you so just lay back and enjoy the ride." 

He sucked her clit into his mouth sucking on it, feeling it swell in his mouth. He continued to suck and lick until her could feel her start to tremble beneath him. He knew that she was going to reach her orgasm soon as he sucked her clit back into his mouth while dipping his fingers into her pussy. He couldn't believe how tight she felt on his fingers, her pussy held him in it's grasp as he sucked clit and finger-fucked her. 

"Oh yes, now" he heard her breath as she rode his hand to her orgasm. He quickly moved his tongue to her inner parts and licked her cum into his mouth. She tasted salty and sexy. She began the downside of her orgasm and he fingered her again, hard in and out, he could hear the sounds of her wetness as he pushed three fingers inside her. She came again harder deeper this time, her pussy wrapping itself around his fingers. 

He let her rest for a minute, then rolled her over on her belly. Her ass opened to him and her could see the cum on her pussy lips as she swayed her hips back toward him.

He put both hands on her hips and lay the head of his cock inside her pussy lips. God how he wanted to plunge into her deep. It was only the fact that he wanted to last a long time that caused him to be able to keep some self-control. 

"What do you want Sugar, tell me." he breathed

"Fuck me Darlin'" she answered

"Not good enough," he said as he moved his cock inside her ever so slightly. "Tell me how you want it"

She tried to move back against him but he held her hips tight in his hands.

"Fuck me doggie style," she almost screamed, "Put that hard cock of yours inside my hot pussy and fuck me. 

Hearing her words he almost shot his load inside her right then, but instead he took her hard and fast, each of them finding the pattern that pleased the other. Hips rolling pelvis' grinding into flesh. He felt his balls hit against her ass as he dove into her time and time again. His balls tightened, he felt himself cuming inside of her. She rocked back against him to catch her own orgasm and her felt her pussy tighten on his cock fitting like a leather glove. He lay against her back staying inside of her until he no longer could. Then crawled up beside her in the bed. She snuggled against him and he heard her deep sigh.

"Rest a bit, Sugar, we have the rest of the afternoon," he said as he put his arms around her. "And I intend on having you again and again, it's been months since we could get away for more than a couple hours at a time."

It must have been fate that caused them to meet. Each married to someone else, each needing more than their partner could or would give. Was there guilt? No, only pleasure and a burning desire each for the other.

A Bedtime Story



It is late afternoon on a warm spring day in 1942. I am a young soldier going off to war. You are a lovely lady going to New York to start a new job. We are standing on the platform waiting for the train. We have never met, but I can’t help but stare at you. You are so beautiful! You glance my way and our eyes meet. 

Embarrassed at having been caught staring, my face reddens and I look away. But I watch you out of the corner of my eye and when you look down at your purse, I look at you again. The fading sunlight on your hair is captivating. 

You pull something out of your purse, but drop it on the platform. Quickly, I move to pick it up. As I kneel at your feet, I notice your slender legs and ankles. As I slowly rise, my eyes travel up your legs, noting the seam on the back of your stockings. A gentle breeze ruffles your dress around your legs. My eyes move over the curves of your body, over your waist, over your breasts, up to your face. I hand you what I now see is lipstick and as you reach for it, our hands briefly touch. I see that it is the lipstick you are wearing and I notice how delicately it lays on your full lips. At the touch of your hand, my breath catches and our eyes meet again. For a long, long minute, we hold the look. You smile at me and say thank you. I try to respond but my throat has tightened and no words come. It is as if I am in a spell. 

Just then the train whistle blows and the spell is broken. People begin to move toward the train and we are jostled apart. Looking quickly around me I find my bag and board the train. I move as in a daze to my seat and sit down. My hand still tingles where you touched it. The image of your smile, with those luscious, full lips, is seared into my brain. I look out the window as the train pulls away from the station and try to think of something else – my home, my family, where I am going. But it is of no use. I can only think of you. I raise the hand that you touched to my face and feel the tingle there. I see your legs again, your full breasts, and I drift into a daydream of what it would be like to hold you in my arms and kiss those sweet lips. As I fantasize about you, I become aware that the evidence of my thoughts is becoming more obvious. I shift nervously in my seat, suddenly thinking that everyone must see and know. I place my bag in my lap to try and hide my arousal.

As I look out the window again, I realize that night has fallen. Most of the passengers around me are asleep. In the reflection of the glass, I see you move by. At first I think it is merely my dream, but I turn my head and see that it really is you. You do not look at me as you walk by and I allow myself to watch you. I can see the soft curves of your body moving under your dress. The sway of your hips seem to invite me to follow and I know that I must. As you open the door to go into the next car, I rise from my seat and make my way down the aisle, still holding my bag in front of me, hoping everyone is asleep and that no one will notice.

I go into the next car, which is the dining car. I glance down the length of it. There are very few people there. My eyes search and find you. You are sitting alone at a table with your back to me. With my heart beating in my chest, I slowly walk towards you. When I am slightly behind you, I stop, afraid to go on, afraid not to. I stand there for a moment looking down at you. I do not understand why you do not turn, surely you can hear the sound of my beating heart. As I look down at you, I realize that I can see down the front of your dress. I am barely breathing, as I watch your breasts rise and fall with your breathing. My eyes linger on your smooth creamy skin. Being so close to you has drawn me into the spell again. The rest of the world has ceased to exist. 

Finally sensing my presence, you turn slightly to look at me. Again my face reddens at having been caught staring. You catch my eyes and know where I have been looking. You smile. There is kindness in your eyes and just a hint of something else. The blood is pounding in my head. A part of me wants to turn and flee, but my feet will not move. I am frozen in place, helpless in your spell. Without saying a word, you gesture for me to sit. With great effort, as if in a dream, I sit down at the table across from you. You speak and the sound of your voice resounds in my head and throughout my body. It is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. You tell me your name. I look into the deep pools of your eyes, feeling them draw me in. My throat is so tight I can barely breathe. You ask me my name and I struggle to find my voice. It cracks just a bit as I speak and you laugh gently. That laugh echoes in my ears. It is actually even more enchanting than your voice. You reach across the table and touch my hand. But you do not take your hand away. You leave it there letting your delicate fingers linger on the back of my hand. My skin under your touch feels as if it is on fire. As I look into your eyes now, I see what else is there. It is a desire that matches mine. Without another word, you rise, take my hand and begin to lead me back to the sleeping car.

Hand in hand, we step out of the dining car onto the platform between the cars. The night air is cool and the sky is full of stars. I touch you, you turn to me. The edges of your hair glow in the moonlight. The wind blows it gently around your face. I place my hand along side your cheek. You tilt your head slightly and press against it. You smile and the invitation is unmistakable. Our bodies are very close together, almost touching. I see your breasts straining against the material of your dress and I notice that your nipples are erect. Emboldened by my desire, I pull you to me and kiss your delicate, succulent lips. Their moist softness makes me lightheaded, and as the train jostles us, we hold one another, bodies pressed tightly together. Wanting you to know just how aroused I am, I press my hips against you and you press back. Your lips part slightly and I slip my tongue in your mouth. The touch of your tongue ignites the flame of my passion. My hands begin to trace the soft curves of your body, moving down your back, brazenly across your ass, caressing the tops of your thighs, moving up again to touch your breasts through your dress. You moan deeply, but break our kiss and pull out of my arms. You are still smiling though, as you brush back your hair and smooth your dress. Then you lean close and whisper to me. I feel the slight brush of your lips and the heat of your breath on my ear. I am still feeling dizzy and slightly drunk with desire. At this moment I am completely at your mercy, so strong is my hunger for you.

Moving on feet I can no longer feel, my heartbeat ringing in my ears, my every nerve ending tingling, I follow you into the sleeping car. You lead me to your berth, slide back the curtain, and pull me in. Throwing your arms around me, you kiss me. Unable, unwilling, to contain myself any longer, I kiss you hard and passionately. Again my tongue pushes into your mouth, more forcefully this time, as my hands move feverishly over your body. The pent up passion I have felt since first seeing you threatens to burst forth and wash over us both like a raging flood. I find the zipper on the back of your dress and pull it down, letting my fingertips slide across your skin as it is bared. With one hand I pull the top of your dress forward off of your shoulders, while my other hand slides up your thigh, under your dress. Now the dress hangs loose on your body, your breasts are out of it, the only thing keeping it from falling to the floor is my hand, under it, on your thigh. I slide my hand down your thigh and your dress slides down your body until I pull my hand away and it falls. Now you stand before me wearing only your bra, your panties and your stockings. You smile lustfully at me, reach behind you, and undo your bra. As you pull it away and reveal to me your magnificent breasts, my body begins to tremble. I reach to touch them with shaking hands. They are so incredibly soft that I close my eyes so that I can sense them through my fingertips. I graze your nipples with the palms of my hands, feeling their wonderful stiffness. With a lust that consumes me like a wildfire, I lower my head and rub my face all over them. My lips move to your nipple and close around it. My tongue flicks the tip of it and rolls it around in my mouth. I begin to suck it, gently at first, then harder, pulling on it with my lips. My hand caresses your other breast and I pull its nipple with my fingers. Your hands are on the back of my head, holding me to your breast, while you roll your head from side to side and moan. As I feast on your breasts, my hands slide down your body, catch the elastic of your panties, and pull them down your legs. Leaving you with your stockings on, I pick you up and carry you to the bunk. 

I carry you to the bunk and gently lie you down on it. I kneel beside you and begin to kiss your breasts, rubbing my face across them, feeling your hard nipples against my cheeks. I close my eyes and rub them lightly over your nipples, letting my eyelashes tickle them. You are moaning and your body rocks gently with the movement of the train. Fascinated, I watch as your breasts move. I reach out and place my hands on them, almost reverently. They are so incredibly soft and the contrast of their softness and the rougher surface of my hands as I slide them over you builds a heat. I can practically feel the sparks, as real as those that fly from the train’s wheels as it hugs the rails and carries us through the night.

I move you around on the bunk so that your legs are hanging over the edge. I lift your left leg and hold it beside my face. I kiss your toes; I kiss the bottom of your foot; I slide my cheek across the top of it, up along your ankle and the calf of your leg. Still holding that leg, I lift your right leg and kiss that foot and those toes and that ankle and that calf. I put your legs on my shoulders, slide my hands down your thighs, and gently part your legs. Barely breathing, my throat thick with desire, I gaze at your beauty. I can see your lips, glistening and parted. I can see the swollen bud that is your clit. My mouth waters and I know that I must taste you. I look into your eyes and see my answer there. Groaning in lust, I kiss my way down along the tender flesh of your inner thigh, moving closer . . . closer . . . closer. Finally, I reach out with my tongue and I slide it ever so slowly across your moist lips, from the bottom up to the top, drawing the flat of my tongue across your clit. Then, using just the tip, I begin to circle around and around. You taste so unbelievably wonderful!! I become lost in the wonder that is you. I know that the train could crash at this moment and still I would not move from where I am. 

Time seems to stand still as I touch and taste the splendors of your body. Your wetness on my face, the sounds of your arousal inflame my passions even more. I kiss and lick and stroke - my entire being focused on bringing you pleasure. All of my senses are heightened and tuned to you. I feel the softness of your thighs against my face as your legs quiver around my head. I hear the soft sounds of your pleasure coming from deep within you and escaping your lips despite your attempts to quiet them. I breathe deeply of the scent of your desire, letting it fill my lungs with your fragrance. I drink in the essence of you, feeling it slide down my throat and spread your warmth throughout my body. Sensing your growing excitement, I concentrate on circling your clit. I flick it. I tease it. I pull on it gently with my lips. Your hips begin to move up and down on the bunk. You begin to catch your breath in gasps. My hands slide up to caress your breasts. Holding them, fondling them, as my tongue dips into you and slides over you and dances across you. Your hands are on the back of my head, pulling me to you, your fingers entangled in my hair. I know the moment has arrived. You tighten your legs around my face. You lift your hips up off the bunk. My tongue flies across your clit. My fingers pull on your nipples. At that moment, the train whistle pierces the night and your scream merges with it and echoes throughout the car and rings in my ears and sends a thrill to the depths of my being. I feel the crest of your orgasm peak and continue to lick, more gently now, as you slide back down. I lift my head and smile at you, more pleased than you can know that I was able to pleasure you. You put your hands on my face and pull me up to kiss me deeply and passionately. At the touch of your tongue on mine, I know that I can wait no longer. I stand up and begin to remove my uniform. You stare intently at me as each piece of clothing is removed, until, finally, I am naked before you. 

I swing your legs up onto the bunk and move between them. My body is trembling, so great is my desire for you. I pause and look down at you. You are so very lovely. My breath catches in my throat. The moment for us has arrived. Knowing that the moment had arrived at last, I move my body over yours. You are so incredibly lovely, that I pause, and savor the anticipation. I am trembling with desire for you and every nerve in my body is stretched almost to the breaking point as I lower myself between your legs. Holding my breath, I touch your moist opening with the head of my swollen, pulsing cock. I watch, fascinated, as the drop of precum from the tip spreads across your clit, mixing with your wetness. Unable to wait any longer, and with an overwhelming passion stronger than any feeling I have ever known before, I put my cock against your lips and they open up and draw me in. Wanting this moment in time to last forever, I slowly push, sinking inch by inch, into the depths of your passion. You spread your legs wider, then wrap them tightly around me. Your hands touch my face and you pull my mouth down to yours. I kiss you long and hard and passionately. My tongue moves in your mouth as my cock moves in your pussy. I feel your lips grip my shaft and caress its length as I begin to thrust in and out of you. You move your hips to meet my thrusts. Our bodies slip easily into a rhythm and move as one.

A distant part of my brain is aware that the train is rocking on the tracks as it speeds through the night and that eventually it will reach its destination and we will part, perhaps never to see one another again. But for now, for this moment, all I care about is being with you like this. The intensity of the passion inside me begins to mount. I thrust faster now, pushing into you harder with each thrust. My balls are slapping your ass. I feel the tightness of your legs around me. I hear the sounds of your gasps and the wet noises of our bodies moving together in this most intimate of dances. My mouth moves from yours down to your breasts, where I kiss the soft flesh and suck on the hard points of your nipples. Then I lift myself on outstretched arms, throw my head back, close my eyes, and give myself over to the sensations building within me. From every part of part of my body, I feel the rush. My entire being is centered now in my cock, as I thrust harder and faster into you. You put your hands on my arms and your hips begin to buck. I know that you are feeling it too. Together, we are riding the tidal wave of pleasure that is about to break. Climbing ever higher, we finally reach the summit. For one incredible, delicious, instant we hang on the edge . . . then with the force of a thousand explosions, we cum together, crying out one another’s name. With a strength I didn’t know I have, I drive myself into you again and again, my cock throbbing and pulsing.

Your cries of ecstasy ring in my ears and my mind is flooded with images - of you standing on the platform with the sun on your hair; of your smile as I handed you your lipstick; of the sway of your hips under your dress as you walked past me on your way to the dining car; of my first glimpse of your breasts as I stood behind you and looked over your shoulder; of the lust in your eyes as you stood up and took my hand; of your nipples straining against your dress as we kissed in the moonlight; of that first breathtaking moment when I finally saw you naked before me. Now, the sight of your face contorted with pleasure and the blush that spreads across your breasts as you lose yourself in your orgasm is burned indelibly into my brain. I know that for the rest of my life, I will always remember what you look like at this exact instant.

Though it seems to last forever, gradually my orgasm subsides. Struggling to catch my breath, I slow my thrusts until I am still within you. Your body twitches beneath me and I feel you quivering around my still pulsing cock. I lay my head on your breasts and you cradle it there, your arms around me. Drained by the intensity of our pleasure, we drift together into a dream world of sleep. 

From somewhere seemingly far, far away, the train whistle blows. I struggle to open my eyes and find that I am lying beside you and you are in my arms. The realization that I am actually with you nearly overwhelms me. I look and see the first rays of the sunlight from the breaking day streaming through the window. They dance across your naked skin and I touch you softly. You stir, open your eyes, look up at me, and smile. Then, almost immediately, there is a sadness there and I know you have realized what I have. Our time together is drawing to a close. We are arriving at our destination where we must part. The sight of my uniform on the floor reminds me of where I must go and what I must do. 

Though neither of us wants to, we rise silently from the bed and begin to dress. The conductor passes by calling out the name of our station. The train begins to slow. We gather our things and make our way down the aisle to the door. As the train pulls into the station, I feel an ache deep inside me. We look at one another. You smile at me again. I put my hand alongside your cheek, caress it softly, then lean over and kiss your sweet lips tenderly. My lips linger on yours, as my mind imprints their softness and taste on my memory. I know that that kiss will linger on my lips for a very long time. Slowly, sadly, you turn to go and I watch you disappear into the crowd. I stand there for several long minutes, then turn to go in the opposite direction.

Later that night, I lay in my bunk on the ship that is taking me to war, and as I drift off to sleep, you fill my thoughts and I begin to dream . . . 

Copyright by The Gentle Man, 2002



A Bedtime Story



Glancing again at her stiffening nipples he gently rubbed his cock through his tightening jeans. Her tank top was pulled taut across her ample breasts and the buds pressing outward from each betrayed her quiet excitement. His cock had been on the rise from the moment he smelled her sweet perfume, teasing his senses with its fruity aroma, mixed with the tangy fragrance of her quickly dampening cunt.

She had seen a few pictures of his cock already and knew it would do the job of quenching the fire spreading outward from her loins, like an unchecked wild fire waiting for the right hose. She hadn’t sent him any pictures in return; he could just wait to see the real thing. Now, after months of casual cybersex, she was imagining the sight of his throbbing cock, bulging beneath his jeans, begging to be released. 

“Should I start?” she purred. Slipping her shirt over her head, exposing her ‘more than a handful’ breasts. Pinching a tender nipple as she ran her tongue over her lips she whispered, “Shall I continue?”

With a perverse smirk he only nodded his approval. 

Bare-breasted she stood before him and slid her skirt down, revealing black and red vinyl panties. “They’re crotchless.” She grinned evilly. While he stayed in his chair she spread herself across the bed, making herself comfortable for a little playtime. “He’ll suffocate if you don’t let him out soon.” She said playfully.

Unzipping his jeans he released his pulsing shaft. Drops of precum had moistened his briefs already. The sight of her, nearly naked and only a few feet away was driving him wild. He wanted desperately to pinch and suck her nipples. Tossing his clothes aside he settled back into his chair to watch and enjoy the show. Their occasional cyber had given him plenty of time to consider how watching her masturbate would be, but his imagination had failed him. His excitement dripped from the tip of his cock and he slowly stroked himself. She had spread herself in front of him on the bed, legs wide so he could see her swollen pussy, glistening with her juices as she rolled her clit beneath her fingers. 

Watching him release his cock from the confines of his clothes had stirred the fire beneath her fingers. As he tossed his clothes away she slid two fingers inside, sighing slightly at the penetration. After a few strokes she rubbed her wet fingers over her engorged clit, watching the precum shine on his dick. Propping several pillows up behind her she watched him slowly stroke his cock as she started working on her own throbbing cunt. She was already so wet her juice was running down to tickle her ass and soak the bedspread. Caressing her clit with one hand she used the other to finger herself. Slipping her fingers inside she began to enjoy the rhythm of her dancing hands. The thought of him watching her was making her enjoy this all the more. She loved to masturbate, but she loved to be watched even more. 

As she slid her fingers inside he felt his balls contract with anticipation. She was watching his cock as he stroked, mirroring his rhythm. She was dripping wet, he considered giving her a hand but decided to enjoy the show instead. There would be plenty of time to touch her soon enough, he wanted to see her cum first. 

She soon found her own rhythm and began to rub more vigorously. Thrusting her fingers deeper inside she wished that she’d have brought a dildo. Her pussy was craving a cock. Looking again at him in his chair she grinned at the intense look of desire on his face. Her fingers swirled delightfully around her sensitive clit, her orgasm was coming fast and she wanted to share it with him. 

“Come here,” she moaned, “I’m thirsty.” Licking her lips she watched as he came across the room, cock in hand. He knelt on the bed beside her, situating his pulsing dick in her face. As he twirled her nipple between his fingers she took him into her mouth. The taste of precum brought a wave of ecstasy to her cunt. She wanted him to come with her, filling her mouth with his sticky, hot cum. 

He nearly came as she wrapped her soft lips around his dick. He would cum soon, he knew and he couldn’t wait. Pinching her nipple gently he watched her suck him in while she continued to stroke and finger herself. He swayed slightly, fucking her mouth as she licked and sucked him. He massaged her tits firmly, thinking of how many times he’d hoped to see them. He wanted to cum on them, but not this time. His orgasm was building more with ever lick and every suck. He would fill her mouth soon.

Her breathing became deeper, her breasts swelled as she inhaled. Her body began to tense as she spread her legs out wide. She moaned around his cock. Thrusting her fingers in and out vigorously she finally felt her cunt tighten. It gripped her fingers as she madly rubbed her clit; it felt like electricity coursing through her groin. Looking up at him she pleaded with her eyes. Cum with me. 

He watched as she suddenly stuffed her fingers deep inside her saturated pussy. Her other hand was a blur on her clit. Looking down into her face her knew she was on the verge of her orgasm. He slid his hand behind her head and began to fuck her mouth with vigor. Her lips tightened around him as she continued to suck. Suddenly her entire body tensed, she moaned deeply, waves of pleasure washed over her body as she came. Her pussy gripped firmly around her fingers, urging her to thrust again. Just then his cum began filling her mouth, like a dam let loose a flooded riverbank. She swallowed quickly as he gushed into her. Her aching pussy clamped down as a second orgasm soaked her fingers. He was looking at her with animal lust and she loved it. He was fucking her mouth and filling her belly with his juices as her second orgasm subsided. Slowly he withdrew his cock, she licked the sticky remains from the tip as he drew away.

He sighed deeply. He knew his orgasm has helped bring on her second. He would be up for another later, for now he planned on keeping her the way he liked her, wet and horny. Kneeling on the floor he grabbed her ankles and pulled her around towards him. Running his fingers along her swollen red lips he smiled wickedly and said, “Come here, I’m hungry…” as he slipped off her panties. The crotchless, black and red vinyl pair he’d sent her for Valentine’s Day.



A Bedtime Story



Your outlined form under the blankets is momentarily there with the dim light of the hall - then, gone as I quickly and quietly close the door. Gingerly making my way to the bed the soft scrunch of my bare feet on the carpeting sounds too loud, raising fears I may wake you.

I slip from my clothes; the soft gentle rhythm of you breathing the only sound in the darkness. Carefully, I lift the covers and slide in next to you, keeping separate until my body warms before snuggling close. I roll towards you, my mind foggy with sleep and smile to myself finding your warm, naked body waiting for me.

My chest fills with your sweet fragrance while your back warms me. My arm slips over your waist as I nestle in closer, my hips touching your ass. You sigh in your sleep and shift, pushing back against me, pinning my cock between your butt cheeks and my belly. My hips roll slowly, stroking the crack of your ass; I feel myself become hard.

My fingertips lazily describe light circles around your belly button. I want you closer to me. I want your body to be my body. I slip my other arm under your neck and you sleepily shift again letting me wrap you in my arms. I fold it across your chest, drawing you closer; my hand falling upon your breast. Beneath my fingers, I find your nipple, already hard and aroused.

My body moves against yours. I can feel all of you against me - from the soles of your feet resting against the tops of mine, up the backs of your legs and thighs against the fronts of mine, your ass pressed against my hips, so warm and firm with my hardened cock fitted tightly in its crack, enveloped in your flesh. My own nipples hard and erect from the touch of your back against my chest, my head bent, lips lightly brushing the back of your neck.

With tender gentleness, I fondle your breast enjoying it in my hand. Through my fingers, I feel the suppleness of its flesh, the hardness of your nipple. My other hand flattens against you to glide over your belly and down your thighs. You shift again, drawing out your leg. My hand slips down finding the warmth between your thighs. Sleepily you murmur as my fingers slide across your warm, soft, smooth skin.

My mind has found a place between sleep and reality. My body reacts to your body. Your warmth, the smoothness of your skin, the subtle shifts and movements of you against me, the gentle rhythm of your sleepy breathing, broken by soft murmurs, as if in a dream. I am as if in a dream also, fatigued and yet aroused. In reality because I am touching you, but afraid to open my eyes and find my bed empty.

From our dreamy movements, I find my cock caught between the hot inner flesh of your thighs. I sigh lowly at the warmth I find surrounding me. We move against each other again and I feel your fingers touch me. I react with a quick tensing of my hips and thighs. Your fingers tease the protruding end of my cock trapped between you legs. 

I caress your thigh, sometimes stroking the back of your hand that is teasing me. I push gently against your hand and your understand, opening your legs enough – just enough - to let the length of my cock slip between the folds of your feverish, wet, wanting pussy.

My hand glides over your long sensual body. We shift together once more, allowing me to take a breast in each hand. My cock slides back and forth between the succulent folds of you outer lips, spreading the hot fluid of your excitement, mixing it with my leaking pre-cum.

It's hard to remain gentle, kneading your breasts in my hands - from your loins, through my loins, into my body flows glow of your sexuality, stirring the desires of my body for you, heightened by my mind in this half-sleep dream state. 

Your body undulates, rubbing and pressing back against mine. I fight to stay in this dreamy, semi-conscious space of sensual pleasure. I feel you pushing my cock into your clit, rubbing me against you for your own pleasure. Your wet excitement has slathered my cock, basting it in your calescent pussy.

I slip back and my cock falls instinctively at your entrance, flowing now with the juice of agitated passion. Forward and I slip easily into your body with a low moan and squeezing tightly your breasts. I feel your fingers continue to massage your clit, reaching to stroke the sensitive under side of my cock as it slides in and out of you.

Each stroke brings us closer to dreamy, unreal fulfillment. My hips move on their own, knowing what needs to be done. You murmur and whine in your disturbed, restless sleep.

Between our legs, I feel the end coming and push to bury deeply inside you. My cock quivers while my hips tense and convulse. A gasp and then a grunt, and I feel my body let go of control. Yours tenses against mine, I squeeze hard on your breasts, using them to hold you tightly against my body.

It's over – so quickly, it's over. Drained and exhausted, my body, coupled with yours, drifts with my mind over the edge of consciousness into the blissful blackness of slumber . . .



A Bedtime Story



Once upon a time, a little girl (okay, so she was actually eighteen... bear with me here) went to a new school. She didn't know anyone there, and was nervous walking around the hallway, but she just clutched her books tight to her chest, and tried to figure out where her classes were.

When she finally got to her math class, she opened the door-and was so embarrassed, because class had already started! Everyone was looking at her. Especially one guy - she could feel his gaze as though he were actually touching her. And when she met his stare, he grinned like a wolf. She shivered, but wasn't sure if she should be scared or not. Actually, she felt kinda warm and her private places were tingly.

She could feel his eyes sliding over her dark red hair, lingering on her huge blue eyes. She shifted her books, and felt his eyes drop down to her tight little top, the ones with the buttons missing. She'd forgotten all about those buttons when she'd put it on, but she was running late and didn't have time to change. Now his eyes were following the smooth expanse of creamy skin left visible by those naughty buttons...and she liked how that made her feel. Down, down, down over those soft, white swells his eyes went...and his eyes got dark and dangerous.

She shifted her books again, getting nervous...and it pulled her top, popping off another button. She was almost scared to take a breath, or she'd tumble right out of her shirt! She could feel herself quivering...and his dark eyes were laughing at her...almost daring her to take another breath... a nice, deep breath...one that would strain that last little button...

* * * * *

Just as she was about to fill her lungs with air, he glanced away, for just a second-and her soft creamy swells trembled with release as the pressure was taken off that last little button. She still felt all tingly though...and for some reason her nipples were hard as rocks! Oh, they felt so good, pressing against her shirt. She almost wanted him to look at her again, wanted him to make her tumble out of that tiny little shirt and into the open...wanted him to see her.

As a blush shimmered up her cheeks, she swayed a little, side to side, not sure of where to sit. That soft, swaying motion made her short little skirt flip and flutter, and the breeze across her bare little pussy was making her gasp in pleasure. Mmm... she felt naughty, with that cool air blowing across her moist little slit. Closing her eyes she wondered how it would feel if he touched her there, touched her in that spot that was wet and achy. The spot that only she had ever touched before.

With a gasp she realized that her fingers had been inching up the hem of her skirt...without her even realizing it. She had gotten lost in the dark, magnetic power of his eyes again... the eyes of the wolf, the boy with that big, feral grin. He looked like he wanted to eat her right up. Her eyes closed and her fingers tugged at the edge of her skirt again, taking it higher...and higher...until the hem of it brushed right against her bare little pussy, and she gasped.

Her eyes flew open, and her skirt dropped back down. Everyone was staring at her, but the only one she saw was him. As if...as if he were commanding her, controlling her. As if he owned her. She shivered, knowing it should be a shiver of fear... but it wasn't. It was pleasure. Wicked, wild, wanton pleasure.

* * * * *

With her eyes half closed and burning with the heat building up inside of her, she turned to the teacher and asked where she was supposed to sit, since all the seats were taken. Before the teacher could even answer, the wolf did. The wolf with that smile. The smile that said 'I could eat you all up.' 

"Cum back here," the wolf said, scooting back on his seat and offering his lap. She felt a shiver run through her. She liked his dark skin, those satiny blue shorts, the white edging. Mesmerized, she walked over to him, the hem of her skirt swaying with every step, offering just a quick glimpse of smooth, wet pussy from the front...and soft white cheek from the back. He watched her walk closer, and grinned.

When she got to his chair, he motioned for her to lean down. When she did, her last button popped right off, went pinging across the room. The sides of her tiny little top peeled back, relieved of the pressure, offering those soft, creamy breasts up for his pleasure. He noticed that her nipples were still rosy red and swollen in pleasure.

He made her stand like that for a minute... knowing all the other boys in the math class were getting a close-up view of her tight ass and wet little pussy. She didn't even seem to realize how on-display she was --- she couldn't look away from the wolf's eyes, those dark, compelling eyes that made her want to do such deliciously naughty things.

Finally he reached up and barely brushed a fingertip over her rosy nipple. She closed her eyes, arched her back, and shivered along the length of her body. As if from a distance she heard some boy's voice comment on how she had just sent a rush of juices flowing from her pussy down her creamy thighs, but she was under the spell of her wolf, so nothing else really sunk in.

* * * * *

Seeing how hot she was, he changed his mind, and instead of his lap, she had to sit on his desk. Facing him. So sliding her leg over his lap, she straddled him...and felt the hot, wet heat of his tongue on her soft white breast...the breasts that no one had seen before now...the breasts that were fully on display to her wolf, and to anyone else in the room. She arched her back to offer him another taste of her rosy nipple, not realizing this would push that wet little slit right up tight to his sexy chest. 

The feel of his slippery shirt against her superheated pussy made her gasp and draw back. Stumbling in her high heels, she fell onto his desk, arms braced behind her, leaned back and completely exposed to his dark, hungry gaze. Her head fell back, those dark red curls spilling onto and tumbling over his desk. Her full white breasts trembled with the force of her fall, soft skin quivering with need, rosy nipples tight with excitement. The shirt was almost off her shoulders, more of a frame than a protector. Her taut stomach trembled as she gasped for air, knowing such exposure on her virgin body was naughty, but wickedly aroused that her wolf was looking at her so closely. 

And her pussy. Oh, her pussy. When she fell her skirt flipped all the way up...and that red, black and white tartan plaid framed those sweet, swollen lips to perfection. Soft, wet, and pulsing gently with arousal, her tight little pussy was begging for the wolf. He blew gently against that soft, wet slit, and watched as her hips jerked...and began to rock, and undulating motion that mimicked what he wanted to do to her.

* * * * *

With a low growl, he wrapped her hips up in his big paws, and buried his face in that wet little pussy. At the first lick of his long, talented tongue, she exploded, coating his sexy dark face with her creamy girl juice. Her legs gave out, and she fell flat on her back across his desk, fully displayed to everyone in the room. He lifted her legs up over his shoulders and kept sliding his tongue across that bare, soft pussy, licking and sucking, making her mewl and moan in pleasure, her hips rocking.

Her head hung off the edge of his school desk, her soft white breasts bobbling in time with his artful ministrations. She was gasping, panting, moaning. She needed release, but didn't have experience enough to know what she needed a release from. Her wolf did, though. With every stroke of his tongue and every gush of her cream, he knew he was getting her tight little pussy ready for his big, strong cock. He grinned as he licked her, and the feel of his teeth against her sensitive flesh made her grab his head and shove him deeper into her, her screams renting the air.

Lifting his hips slightly, he slid out of his shorts...and as she trembled her way through another orgasm, he sucked hard on her clit, then slipped her down off the edge of the desk, and right onto his dark, throbbing cock. With her legs spread so wide around him and her pussy so wet, she slid all the way down in one smooth stroke, her virginity gone in an instant. She trembled once at the invasion, but her wolf had done his job well, and she was achy for his big dick to own her.

Putting her soft white hands on his dark shoulders, she lifted herself up, and slowly, softly slid back down, pleasure shining in her big blue eyes. Gasping, she lifted herself up again...and as his hands slid under her and lifted her higher, she mewled, thinking he meant to slip out of her. But he kept it right on the edge...teased her weeping pussy with that hard throbbing dick, until she was begging for it, begging him to take her, to fill her, to claim her.

Pulling his hands away, he dropped her hard onto that solid ridge of flesh, going deeper than he'd been yet...and feeling her tighten, gushing around him, flooding him with her juices. Growling deep in his throat, he wrapped his hand in her tangle of curls, and pulled her mouth to his, thinking what big eyes she had, what soft lips she had, what sweet tits she had. Pushing down on her shoulders he ground even deeper into her, wanting to ruin her for any other man, wanting to know her pussy belonged to him. 

* * * * *

As she opened her lips and offered her sweet, hot mouth to his plundering tongue, he throbbed, deep inside of her. She flexed in response, unable to control herself. At his moan, she began sobbing and screaming, howling her intense pleasure at his ownership of her soft body. Her wolf let loose the animal inside, and he surged up from his chair, sending it crashing into the desk behind him.

Laying her flat against his desk, he held her ankles wide apart, spreading her completely, so that he could take her deep, hard, fast. His hips smacked against her thighs, his heavy balls slamming against her tight little ass. Her big breasts wobbled all over the place. Her hair nearly dragged the floor, her mouth open in a long, continuous wail as she coated him with her cream, each forceful thrust spewing another splash of hot, creamy juice over both their bodies, fusing them with the slick liquid. It dripped off his balls, splattered from the desk onto the floor, splashed up onto her breasts, her neck, her face.

Leaning forward, his long, strong tongue licked her clean, the feel of him tasting her most intimate juices making her splash even harder, and giving him more to clean up. He felt her nails digging into his back, and surged deep into her, abandoning his hold on her ankles for one on the desk which was about to flip over. As soon as he let go over her legs, they clamped around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. He moaned at the incredible heat of her tight little pussy on his dick.

Nearly howling with his own release, he pulled back, and in one smooth motion, flipped her over, her softly rounded hips on one side of his desk, her creamy breasts hanging off the other. Roughly he jimmied her legs apart, then put the tip of his cock at the wet, slick bud of her tight little ass. 

* * * * *

Steadily he pushed into her, hearing her moan, seeing her wince...and feeling her push back against him. He growled his pleasure that this sexy little virgin had willingly become his slutty little vixen, willing to do anything for him, with him. He slipped a big, dark hand under her belly, lifting her up and into him... and sliding all the way into the hot tightness of her creamy ass. 

Leaning forward, he braced his elbows on the desk, and started sliding in and out, listening as her cries of pain turned to cries of pure pleasure. She begged him to take her, to fuck her ass, screamed in pleasure while he claimed that cherry, too. Before long he was rocking in and out of her, making her scream and cream as his heavy nuts swung against her swollen clit, banged against those wet cuntlips, sending her over the edge again and again and again.

Finally, when he felt he could hold back no longer, when he was sure her pleasure had guaranteed that she was his and only his, he slipped out of her tight, hot ass and (after a quick, cleaning swipe) back into the creamy, churning depths of her sweet cunt. Sliding in deep, he ground against her, listening as her screams of pleasure shook the room. His long, dark dick bumped up against her womb, nudging it, pressuring and pleasuring it, preparing it for the load he was about to give her. 

Wrapping his hand tight in those curls her snapped her head back, tilted it around to face his, and ravaged her sweet, swollen lips with his teeth, tongue and lips. His other hand was still braced under her stomach, feeling her soft tits bounce off his arm with every forceful thrust. Her cream was everywhere, an explosion with every ferocious plunge into her incredible heat. Her nipples dragged against the wet, cool desk top, that sensuous friction ensuring their continued hardness.

As she reached one hand back to hold his hips tight into her, and the other reached up to cup the hand holding her hair, as her tongue slipped and slid against his and her eyes burned into his soul, as her breathy 'wolf' slipped from her moist mouth to his and her cunt tightened up around him in one last raging torrent of cream, he exploded deep inside of her, flooding her with his own cream, marking her as his for all time.

As their movement slowed, they became aware of the spellbound class watching them. Feeling a tingle of pleasure at having so lewdly displayed themselves, they kissed... and kissed again, softly smiling.

As she slipped her shirt back over her breasts to cover what she could, she felt his thick cream dripping down her thighs... and standing there, not even touching him, just looking into his dark, dangerous eyes...she trembled and came, knowing that her wolf had given as much as he'd taken. 

Grabbing her hand, he tugged up his shorts and pulled her out of the room, secretly thrilled when her shirt billowed open and she made no move to adjust it. As the sound of her heels his soft laughter filtered back down the hallway, the teacher turned to the class, and said "and that, students, is what happens when one plus one makes three." 



A Bedtime Story



It was late, but not too late, she was watching TV when he returned to the lounge after showering and freshening up after a busy day. He was carrying a digital camera, a coy smile and nothing else -- he moved to the TV and started to plug the camera in to display some photos..................she was curious about what he was up to but waited to see where this was going.

He had taken a few teasing photos to stir her interest -- he had done this before with great effect. The screen displayed a close up shot of his semi erect penis, the next shot included a small vibrator suggestively poised at the entrance of his ass, a tease to pique her interest -- she loved a bit of anal play when she was in the right mood, which was whenever he had piqued her interest and worked her up a bit during the evening with suggestive talk and suggestions.

After reviewing the photos she decided it was time to quickly shower before making a move to the bedroom and see where the little tease would lead, hoping it would be adventurous. When she entered the bedroom the video camera was set up on a tripod -- she thought to herself it must be time to make that little bit of home made erotica she had been keen to try, this was definitely going to be fun....

He closed the door and dimmed the lights by placing a scarf over the lamp and then started the camera, maneuvered it to a position where it would capture the best of the action and laid her on the bed. They began to kiss, caress and fondle each other tentatively, having the video camera running was making them both a bit hesitant to start with. He pulled out her favorite rabbit vibrator and moved it slowly towards her moist pussy, she could not resist the rabbit, it made her come like there was no tomorrow. He slowly eased the rotating head of the vibrator in to her moist waiting pussy and then the rabbit began to tickle her clit and she let out a soft moan. She was forgetting all about the video camera very quickly and drifting away with the pleasure.

He moved his head slowly towards her nipples after breaking the long passionate kiss that had led the to this point, the slight suck and lick of the nipple sent shivers down her spine, she was going to come quickly, she could feel the pleasure growing and she was arching her back and thrusting her hips in response to the pleasure she was receiving. It was coming fast, she groaned more loudly this time as she moved towards the peak of her pleasure. She was writhing across the bed now, squeezing her legs closed and bucking wildly as the orgasm hit, she loved the feeling of release, he watched the scene displayed in close up glory on the TV screen connected to the camera out of the corner of his eye, never releasing the erect nipple from his mouth. 

After she had calmed slightly from her peak she rolled him off her, it was her turn to play, she stealthily moved toward his hard and throbbing manhood, she loved the way he reacted when she sucked up and down his shaft. He was rubbing her hair and groaning, she licked up and down the side of his throbbing cock and began to lick slowly around his balls -- he loved it when she did this. Wanting to make sure the video was really up to scratch she took things a little further and slowly worked her tongue down around his balls and across his ass, licking delicately to start with and then with a little more force as she grabbed his cock on her hand and gave it a few strokes, all the while he was moaning with pleasure and enjoying the scene being displayed via the TV.

She reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a small vibrator lubed it up before running it up and down his ass crack, he groaned with pleasure and anticipation before she gently began to ease the vibrator in to place as she moved her mouth back over his throbbing cock. She began to gently work the vibrator in and out in time with her sucking on his cock -- he would not last long -- she could feel his pleasure and excitement growing and suddenly he let out a groan and grabbed her head, he was pumping his come down her throat and loving very minute of it, as was she, this was going to be a great tape.

After his brief recovery he began to kiss her again and slowly moved down her body towards her wet pussy, his tongue gently rubbed across her pussy, she gasped with pleasure. He continued to lick her as she groaned, he inserted a finger gently in to her moist lips and worked it in and out as he licked, she always had huge orgasms when he licked her. He gently eased the finger out of her pussy and ran it up and down her ass crack as she continued to wriggle and squirm. 

Then without warning he rolled her over on to her hands and knees with her ass in the air. He began to gently rub her clit with his thumb and reached across to the night stand and grabbed a small vibrator and eased it in to her hot wet pussy as he began licking her ass. He licked and rubbed until she let out a groan and pushed back as his tongue probed at her ass, she was cumming again but before she even think about relaxing he pulled the vibrator from her and thrust his again throbbing cock in her hungry waiting pussy and began to thrust, thrust hard and fast, faster and faster, she was cumming again, and as she was thinking this was great sex he slowly eased the tip of the vibrator that was still moist with her pussy juices in to her ass, slowly moving it in and out in time with his thrusting. He was reaching his peak again and began to thrust harder and harder as he began to come deep within her moist pussy.

They collapsed on to the bed and held each other tightly, sex toys all over the bed, the smell of fresh come in the air and all caught on tape, this was going to be a great video...... they were looking forward to reliving the nights adventures very soon.



A Bedtime Story



[Author's note: All characters in the story are at least 25 years old. None of them are real. But all of them seem to be having a great time.]




A shudder rolled down her back and through her hips, pushing her up against his mouth. From years of invigorating experience, David knew that an orgasm would soon follow. 

He withdrew his tongue. A moan escaped from Sandra's mouth. He moved slowly up her body, tongue and fingers touching along the way. Soon, David lay on top of her, full length of bodies matched as best they could, he being six feet tall and she a more modest five foot three. He licked her ear. 

"Would you like to hear a story?" he asked softly. After ten years of enjoyable sex, David and Sandra had recently come across a new kind of foreplay: shared fantasies. And since David was the verbal (and very oral) side of the mating, he shared his fantasies with his wife as they made love. The results were some fantastic orgasms.

"Mmmmmm," responded Sandra. Her hands rubbed up and down his back and pressed down at the lower end. David's very eager erection began to penetrate. "I'm all ears...." 

David snorted. "And I'm Mr. Potatohead." He slid into her and sighed deeply. Then he pulled back out. "But as you may be aware, Mr. Potatohead loves to tell stories." He licked as much of her neck as she would let him, then lifted himself up above her, straight-armed. He smiled a deep smile and flexed some muscles. 

"We are invited over for dinner by a couple. That's cool. What we didn't quite count on is the top-quality hashish they served as appetizers. Dinner was excellent, as we floated along at 30,000 feet. But dessert turned out to be a surprise. As Bob - the husband - and I cleared the dishes, the woman, let's call her Pat, walked up behind your chair and gave you a slow burn of a neck rub. The guys went in and out with the plates and glasses, and each time we came back to the dining room, your head had fallen a little farther back and Pat's hands has reached a little farther over your shoulders and down your blouse. Bob gave me a couple of shrugging smiles. The hash had settled pleasantly into my brain - and yours, from the looks of things."

David paused to reach down and swirl a nipple around in his mouth. Sandra traced a finger down his chest hair patterns to his navel. Her eyes closed, she relaxed, fell into the rhythm and sensations of the fantasy. From previous conversations with Mr. Potatohead, David knew that his wife was comfortable with seductions from both sides of the chromosomal mix.

The nipple swollen, David returned to his plot....

Things moved pretty rapidly from there. By the time Bob and David started up the dishwasher and got back to the dining room, Pat was actually straddling Sandra's legs, her blouse wide open. David's heart beat pretty damn fast and with good reason. His wife's breasts - beautifully round and full - were exposed, her nipples stiff. Eyes still closed, she let Pat's hands roam freely, around the contours of her breast, up to the nipples. Then Pat leaned over and enclosed the right nipple with her mouth. Sandra let out a gasp which slowed into a sigh. Her hands came up to Pat's head and stroked her brown hair.

Meanwhile David and Bob stood at the entrance and panted heavily. David had no inclination to initiate any sort of move on Bob and, fortunately, it looked like Bob felt the same way. All eyes rested on the women. David had been fully erect from the moment Pat first kissed Sandra. By this time, the erection was throbbing and in need of some freedom. He walked a little awkwardly over to the women, knelt next to Sandra and slowly moved his hand up her leg, under the skirt, to her thigh, under and around. Again Sandra sighed and this time opened her eyes.

"Oh, David..." She smiled dreamily and closed her eyes again.

Pat pulled away from Sandra and turned to David. She reached across his wife's legs and pulled his face to her. They kissed. Pat's lips were warm, burning. Her tongue explored his teeth, lips, tongue, cheeks. 

After a very long time the kiss ended. David gasped for breath. Pat smiled and caught his eye. "I suggest that we all move to the bedroom."

In just a few minutes, the king-size waterbed was at their side. Clothing was peeled off an item at a time, David and Pat, Sandra and Bob helping each other, as much with their hands as their tongues. Then everyone was naked and the world paused, as they each looked at one another and teetered on the edge of new territory. David was struck suddenly at the physical pairings he saw. Pat was a tall and compact woman. She worked out regularly and you could see it in her well-defined muscles, flat stomach, erect posture. Her breasts weren't as large as Sandra's, but they were firm and high. Her nipples, small and dark, pronounced themselves thoroughly excited. Pat's hips and buttocks were slender, sleek, curved just enough to make David ache at the thought of gripping them. 

Her husband was quite different. Shorter than both women, Bob was dark, wide, solid. David could see just the hint of a tire developing at his waist. Yet his arms and legs were powerful. His shoulders and chest were hairy and provided an unbroken trail straight down to his crotch. The dark mass of pubic hair would certainly have hidden his penis entirely, except that it was managing quite well to point up at the ceiling all by itself.

These two friends were mirror opposites to David and Sandra. David was tall and slender, with big feet and hands and enough muscle to power his martial arts and daily three-mile runs. Sandra was shorter than he by a head. David was slim. Sandra was not, however, wide. She was lush. She was full. Her breasts did not defeat gravity quite as completely as Pat. But, hey, she'd breast-fed their four-year old. Her nipples were thick as David's pinky finger (he'd compared them closely). 

As David looked around him, he realized that physically Sandra and Bob matched up well. And Pat - Pat looked as though she could mold directly against his body. She looked as though he could enter her with both standing and no one off balance. She looked -- directly at David, then moved forward and, as if she'd read his mind, pressed up against him, and enveloped him in a kiss. The room spun away. He wrapped his arms around her back and squashed her against him. His erection pulsated against her stomach.

She nibbled his neck and he opened his eyes to find Bob and Sandra in a similar embrace.

Pat separated slowly, peeled herself away. She turned and stroked Sandra's fine black hair, ran fingertips over shoulder blades covered with a sheen of nervous sweat.

"Sandra," she said softly, "would you be interested in playing a game?" Her hand moved down to the other woman's buttocks, then around to Sandra's abdomen, played with the upper wisps of dark pubic hair.

Sandra nodded, eyes closed, head resting against Bob's shoulder. "Game?" she murmured. "At this point, I think you'll find me interested in just about anything you have in mind."

Pat smiled broadly, moved her hand to her husband's erection (which was having trouble staying away from Sandra's thigh) and gave it a playful squeeze. When she spoke her voice was low and easy. "You are a beautiful and very exciting woman, Sandra. Lay down on the bed."

As Sandra moved to the bed, David stepped forward and cupped her head in his hand. He looked into her eyes, found nothing but burning desire, bent to share a hot, wet kiss. Then Sandra lay on the bed and looked to Pat.

"Close your eyes, lovely lady. Close your eyes and concentrate on pure physical sensation." Sandra closed her eyes. Pat perched on the edge of the bed, legs crossed. Her right hand twirled Sandra's right nipple, then the left, very softly. They immediately filled out impressively.

"This is a very simple game," Pat continued. "Keeping your eyes closed, you will feel two different erections, one after the other, enter you for a short amount of time. These masculine monsters will minimize any contact with you outside of their fantastic cocks. You will then try - and you have to experience both first - you will then try to guess which of those erections was your husband's. If you guess right, he gets to fuck you like crazy. If you guess wrong, you get to experience Bob's cock through and through. Not a shabby consolation prize, believe me."

Sandra's breathing quickened. Her own hands flickered over her stomach and legs. David swallowed. He glanced over the length of his wife's thoroughly stimulated body. His eyes flickered to Bob, his thick body, his thick erection - and a wave of doubt washed over him. He ran a hand through his hair (thinning a bit at the front). 

"David?" Pat spoke in the brief silence, as if she sensed his doubt, but also to invite him. "Do you want to play the game?"

Sandra opened her eyes, ran her tongue over her lips and her hands over Pat's breasts, and generally showed very few reservations about the rules. That decided David. He even managed a smile and a nod. Sandra closed her eyes again, spread her legs, knees partially lifted. Her fingers ran down her thighs, trickled into her vagina, parted the flesh. Pat bent over and added her tongue to the foray. After just a few minutes, Sandra was lifting her pelvis to meet Pat's stimulation. Her breath was ragged, but she was a fine player: her eyes stayed closed.

Pat withdrew; David felt a tremendous rush of desire as he watched his wife's cunt jut into the air, looking for a tongue, a cock, anything. Pat put a finger to her lips. 

A game played in silence. She nodded to David and directed him to his wife. He knelt on the bed between his wife's legs, planted his hands on either side of her body, suspended himself over Sandra. She reached up to touch the body she could sense was there, but Pat said "Uh uh!" and she pulled away. Her back arched. Pat reached in and got a firm grip on David. She guided him to a very wet opening and slowly let him push the tip of his erection in.

Sandra had wondered if she would recognize him. No one but David had entered her for the past seven years, but that could work both ways. She should know every nuance of his penetration, and yet she had no way of measuring just how sensitive that would make her to feeling differences. But at the very first moment of contact, Sandra knew at a level deeper than conscious thought that this was her husband. Everything was familiar and solid and very, very nice. Sandra almost blurted out his name, but she remembered the rules and, with a tingle through her body, remembered about round two. Still, she relaxed around David's stiff penis, happy to let him slide in further while he was there.

And then Pat's fingers came up firmly against her clitoris and rubbed. Sandra moaned and pushed up to get more cock....but she was blocked.

"Take it easy, there, little sister," said Pat. "That's just the first one." She motioned to David, who pulled out, disappointed but still looking happy enough. That was understandable considering the expert motions of Pat's fingers. She apparently took pity on his poor thick penis, because she then bent down and took it in her mouth. Bob felt left out, so he stepped up behind his wife. As she increased her coverage of David's crotch, he spread apart her buttocks and slid into her cunt long and deep.

Pat let out a strangled, bubbling groan of pleasure. Sandra cried out "What? What?" and had to struggle not to open her eyes. Her hands moved to her clitoris, almost reflexively. Pat arched her back and pushed herself more firmly against Bob. She held herself still that way for a moment. Then slowly, reluctantly, she let David's erection spring out of her mouth, and pulled away from her husband as well.

"Okay, Sandra," she said, her voice soft and wistful, as if a close friend had just said goodbye, "Round Two." Bob very enthusiastically moved to the bed and took position over Sandra. His penis and his forehead both glistened - but only the latter jumped noticeably with his pulse. Pat again wrapped a hand around the erection, this time stroking it ever so lightly, and then allowed Bob to make his move.

The darkness of closed eyes can make one's world either very broad or very narrow. Sandra's senses had already been pretty well focused after the first feeling of a fuck, but when the head of Bob's erection came into contact with her primed cunt, it was if her entire world collapsed, both time and space, into a cone of pure physical energy right between her legs.

Just as she was immediately sure that her husband had been first in line, recognition of DIFFERENCE was instantaneous with the second penetration. But it went far beyond recognition, for as Bob's wider, slightly rougher-textured (could she really feel that? Sandra wondered all in that incredible instant) penis moved further, in to the limit of Pat's fingers, a hunger exploded from within. It started in her vagina, but the wrenching ache soon reached to her neck, her arms and legs, her lips. Sandra's body wanted very badly to be fucked by this DIFFERENT penis. Seven years a vegetarian, it seemed to be saying, now I want some meat! She was stunned by this force, but simultaneously whatever passed for the rationale part of her mind was working overtime to play the game:

I want Bob to fuck me. I want Pat to take away her hand. So I can't guess right, even though I know this is Bob and that was David. And I know that David knows it. I don't want to hurt his feelings, but I want Bob. Now. I can't guess right. I've got to be wrong. 

"David! This is David!" whispered Sandra hoarsely. She pushed at Pat's hand. Pat laughed and let go. Sandra opened her eyes, arched her pelvis up to Bob and literally sucked him in. Bob grunted in surprise and satisfaction, lowered his body to hers. Sandra closed her eyes again and felt the full strangeness of this non-husband inside her, stretching the walls, pushing up deep. She understood that there was a man attached to the erection, that he was laying on her, that his tongue, in fact, was searching out her mouth, but all that was barely noticed. She just wrapped her legs around Bob's hips and pushed him in further. She lost herself in this massively wonderful intercourse.

Meanwhile, back at the husband, David was a bit nonplussed. His erection lost momentum as he watched his lovely wife abandon herself rather completely to another man. Maybe this wasn't such a grand idea after all, he thought.

"Hey, David." Pat broke into his thoughts. She came up behind him and pressed her body against his. "C'mon, guy. What did you expect? When Sandra let me sink my tongue into her, she wasn't thinking about fidelity -- and either were you. Leave her to enjoy Bob." She ran her hands down his chest to his penis, stroked it, reached under and around his scrotum. "I want to get to enjoying you."

The jealous husband closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling Pat's breasts flattened against his back, a very wet public mound tickling his ass, and above all her fingers, which had brought his erection back to full strength. David could still hear Sandra gasping, grunting with each thrust from Bob, but it no longer seemed as important as getting Pat to respond to David in the same way.

As David came to terms with the various lustful tendencies present, Pat kissed her way down his back. She lingered at the small of his back, licking and massaging. Then she continued down his buttocks, tracing finger and tongue between his muscular butt cheeks. She gently pulled them apart. David shuddered and bent forward onto the bed. He felt an stab of fear, as Pat's tongue found his anus and licked. No woman had ever gone after him like this. He felt control slipping away and stiffened. Pat circled her tongue patiently, ran her fingertips up and down his erection. Soon David relaxed, eased up, gave himself up to whatever would happen.

Pat pushed her tongue further into David's ass, while at the same time squeezing lightly on his balls. She darted her tongue in and out, pressed against the sides, made him wet and slippery. David stopped being relaxed. What he felt was very much the opposition of relaxation. He felt an explosion growing in him, unlike any orgasm he'd ever experienced. He trembled; his muscles contracted spasmodically. His penis jumped in Pat's hand. He groaned and pushed back at Pat's face. She sensed that he was about to come and didn't want him spent so rapidly. She moved two fingers at the base of his penis and pressed up firmly. She withdrew her tongue. Instantly, David felt the overwhelming need to come recede. He was left breathless and fell onto the bed.

"God, Pat," he gasped. "Can you give me lessons?"



A Bedtime Story: All Tied Up



When I can't sleep, I write bedtime stories for those of you who like a little light reading before falling asleep.

I lead you to the bed and tell you to lay down on your back. You smell so deliciously clean and your body emits heat from the bath you just got out of. As you lay there, I admire your body. In the years that have passed, your body has lost its boyhood smoothness and now shows the muscles and lines of a man. I want to just lick and nibble you from head to toe and I will. 

When I tell you to extend your hands over your head, you look at me questioningly. I don't say a thing but point to where your hands should go, clasped over your head and holding on to the headboard. I would love to have you spread eagle like Leonardo di Vinci's Vitruvian Man but since this is the first time we have been together in over 20 years, I'll let you be somewhat comfortable...for now. 

You comply without hesitation knowing that something exciting will begin soon. I grab a long silk scarf next to the bed and wrap your wrists together snugly and attach you to the headboard. Next I gaze into your beautiful hazel eyes as my fingers feel for the eye mask I received on my last international flight. Once I slip the blindfold on and you are engulfed in total darkness, I turn some music on low. With your senses heightened because of the blindfold, the music will mask my movements so you have no idea what I plan on doing.

I take two more scarves and tie each of your ankles to the bedposts at the end of the bed. With your legs spread eagle and your hands tied above your head, I can't wait to watch you squirm and hear you moan. I take a moment to appreciate my handiwork and your incredible body. I wanted to lick you from head to toe and so I start.

I climb onto the bed on all fours right next to you. You can feel me on your right side but I don't move. I can almost picture your mind trying to figure out what I will do first. Slowly, quietly I approach and you can feel me near, ever so close, to your face. Your lips? Your neck? I quickly suck your ear lobe into my mouth and you suck in your breath, it was not what you were expecting. As I nibble, lick and suck on the tender lobe I can see your breathing quicken and hear your heartbeat get louder. A low moan escapes your lips and my tongue then caresses your neck, long strokes with some quick nibbles. You are so vulnerable and it takes everything in me not to ravish you. 

The sight of your cock twitching and your moans excite me to the point where I am wet. Just the sound of your sighs and moans will have me sopping wet before too long. Slowly, painfully so, I nibble along your jawline until I reach your ever-so-strong chin...and I bite, enough to make you jump. I pause to let you settle back into the bed. Your lips are slightly parted, I have thought of those full lips more times than I can count over the years. I slip my tongue between your parted lips and quickly withdraw. Your head raises trying to kiss me.

I have never shown such restraint in my life and it is killing me but I want you to remember this night. I want to take care of your every need, your every fantasy and I want this evening to last until we are both sweaty, exhausted, and sexually spent. Finally, I kiss you, deep, my tongue probing, searching for yours. As they meet, they caress, they play. I suck your tongue into my mouth, then slowly pull away and end the kiss with sucking on your lower lip. 

I get up off the bed and stand. My fingernails lightly scratch your exposed inner right arm down to your armpit. I see you start to squirm and the light touch causes goose bumps to rise on your arms. My fingers trail along the side of your body and I take a moment to circle your nipple. As it hardens under my touch, I lean over and kiss it. With a flick of my tongue and a deep sucking, your body responds with a hard tense and you graciously give me a loud moan and shudder. I lean over and attack your other nipple and get the same response. 

You are so responsive to my touch and to my mouth, your cock is standing at attention. Oh how I want to just take you completely into my mouth right now and suck you dry. But patience is a virtue and while I may not be very virtuous I do know that good things come to those who wait. My hard nipples rub against your chest as I lean over you. I can't help but tease you and rub against you. Your arms pull at the headboard trying to get loose. I take one hard bite at your left nipple to remind you who's in control right now. 

I stand again and my fingers trail along your side, along your hip...ever so slowly. I reach your legs and rub my nails against your inner thigh, getting ever so close to your throbbing cock. I inch closer and lightly caress your balls. If only I could lean over and put them in my mouth and taste you. My thin panties are soaked through. As I step away from the bed, I also step out of the soaked material. To show you what you've done to me, I step around to the other side of the bed and straddle your rigid body. My knees are on either side of your waist. I lean forward and you can feel my wetness drip onto your stomach and my hardened nipples touch yours. 

With my hands on either side of your neck and our bodies touching, I go in for another kiss- long, hard and passionate. I can't help myself, your stomach is wet from my juices. As the kiss continues I slowly rock up and down on your body. Your moans escape into my mouth. My heart is beating so fast and I just want to explode on you. I rub harder into your body and I can feel your cock on my ass. All I have to do is lift my ass a little and scoot down a few inches and you'd be in me. You beg me to sit on you and I can feel you try to wriggle those few inches that seem like miles. I want you, the need is so unbearable but it's not time...yet.

Before I cum, I retreat from your body and the bed. You hear me walk out of the room, we both need a cool down. With the music still playing, you struggle to hear what I'm doing. In the distance you can hear glasses clinking, the water running and then....the electric tea kettle? Confused, you concentrate on slowly catching your breath and trying to relax. While your cock is still hard, it isn't ready to explode at the slightest touch.

By the time I return to the bedroom, I can see you've relaxed a little. Your breathing is steadier, your soldier no longer stands at attention and your body is no longer taut as a tightrope. As I admire you again from the doorway, I see where your sweat and my cum glisten on your body. Your head turns to the doorway where I stand. You know better than to ask any questions because I won't answer them.

You hear me place a couple of glasses on the nightstand beside you. I lean over and gently kiss your right cheek, your nose, your left cheek, a light brush across your lips and then my teeth barely graze your chin. Oh how responsive you are to my touch. I can hardly wait for the real fun to begin!

I walk to the foot of the bed and stop. From your body's reaction, I can see you preparing to let me climb on the bed. Instead, I lean over your left foot and engulf your big toe with my mouth. I start sucking, hard, like it was your cock. My tongue circles it and then flick against it. With every flick, you emit a groan- it seems half pleasure, half pain. I can't get enough I suck harder and your body tenses. As I continue to suck I run my fingers teasingly up your calf, inching my way up towards your inner thigh. You begin to struggle and I bite down on your toe, you immediately stop writhing. 

I climb onto the bed between your legs. My hands slowly, gently massage your ankles and work their way up your calves. I don't know if it's involuntary or not but your legs kick out. I'm at your knees and start heading north up your thighs. Small circles give way to full hand pressure from your inner thigh across the top and to the outer thigh. I can feel your muscles under my fingers. I can tell you are enjoying the massage, you have relaxed and settled back into the bed. My hands caress come back around your upper legs and I'm suddenly so very near your tender spot. 

Once again, I use my nails to lightly caress your inner thigh as I work my way up to the V. I'm careful not to touch your precious jewels or your beautiful cock which is quickly getting hard again. I tease with my fingers and then follow with my mouth. You taste so very good and with my face so near, I can smell your musky male scent. Again, I almost lose myself because you are so intoxicating. As I get closer and closer, your soft moans get louder and louder. You shift from side to side hoping that my mouth will touch your jewels. 

I run my fingers under your balls and lightly graze that highly sensitive area between them and your tight hole. You jolt so quickly and hard, I feel like I'm about to be sent flying off the bed. That little magic spot has elicited such electricity throughout your body, a little precum shoots out of the tip of your cock. That is more than I can handle, I must taste you now. While gently holding your balls in my hand, my tongue runs from your base to the tip where I finally get a little taste of what's to come. 

My taste buds can't get enough, I lick and twirl my tongue around you. When I finally release you, you can feel me reach over to the nightstand. I'm so thirsty I have to take a drink. You hear me moan as the liquids pours down my throat. Then it's back to you and only you. I grab your rigid cock and put you into my mouth again. The warmth of the hot water I just drank envelopes you like a warm blanket. A sigh emerges from your mouth. I slowly suck, moving my head up and down in rhythm to my hands. Slowly up, stop at the top and a twist and turn then down. I stop with you completely in my mouth to let the warmth engulf you. 

I'm so thirty I need to take another drink. You're ready for the warmth of my mouth, the blanket for your cock. I grab you again and suck hard. Your body jolts as if you have been struck by lightning. The warm cave you were expecting became an ice cold shock. Instead of the hot water, I satisfied my thirst with cold water. Your cock convulses and I am rewarded with a load of hot, sweet cum. It is so unexpected I can't swallow fast enough. I gag and try to keep up but you are so full, your juices escape my mouth and trickle down my chin. Finally, I am able to pull away and wipe my mouth. I'm a hot, sticky mess but you are so delicious I have to lick up every drop that spilled.

Exhausted you drop like a rag doll. Your breath is ragged, sweat gleams all over your body and at that moment you are the most amazing sight I have ever laid eyes on. I hope I have not disappointed and yet we have so much more to do. I have tasted you but now I can't wait to feel you in me.



A Bedtime Story: Scream for Me



It seems as if it has taken forever to get to this point. I have teased, fondled, and satisfied you. Finally it's my turn. I must have you inside me.

You turn to me, finally I can see the need, the want in your beautiful, soulful hazel eyes. "I want you," I hear you say in your southern drawl. "I want to hear you moan. I want to hear you beg for me."

I wrap my arms around your neck and pull you towards me, a slow leisurely kiss. I can smell your scent, your muskiness. I taste you and want to devour you until I can no longer breathe. You push me up against the wall with such force, even though we are still lip locked it knocks the breath out of me. "You think you can tease me and not get payback?" You say as you have me pinned.

"You enjoyed it, did you not?" I ask breathlessly.

"Of course, I did. But not as much as I'm going to enjoy you."

Your kiss is hard, passionate and I can't breathe or move. My legs go weak with this change in you. Suddenly I can feel my wetness erupt. Just your voice, your kiss gets me wet but your forcefulness has me shivering in anticipation. With one hand you have both my hands pinned, your other gently traces down my cheek, along my neck and your fingers ever so slightly circle my hardening nipple. 

I moan in delight, "Oh, my god." Then without warning you take my nipple between your thumb and forefinger and pinch tightly. "Ouch!" I yell in pain as my body jerks in response but I feel a trickle down my inner thigh.

"You like that, do you?" You ask. "Don't you?" You say more harshly when I don't immediately answer.

"Yes. Yes, I do," I respond. "I want you now. I want you in me."

"Oh, no. Not now, not for a while. Turnabout is fair play," you tease.

As you kiss me again, all I can respond with is a muffled, "Oh-oh."

Still kissing me, you guide me to the bed. I feel the edge of the mattress hit behind my knees. Then I feel myself falling backwards as you push me back onto the bed. "So, will you be a good little girl or do I have to tie you up?"

"I can be both a good little girl and a very bad girl."

"Hmm, I love the sound of that, Darlin'," you say softly, your accent just a purr. "I hope you're ready because I'm going to make you moan and writhe and scream. I don't want you to hold anything back."

You know me all too well, even after all these years. I restrain myself and have a hard time letting go, letting the passion overtake me. "Yes, dear," I promise.

"Now grab the headboard with your hands." I do as I'm commanded. "And spread your legs apart." Again, I heed your instructions. The anticipation is killing me. All I want is to feel you pumping your cock deep inside me. 

"Hurry, please, I need you."

"Patience is a virtue." The change of pace is so infuriating. Slow, then fast and hard and now you're going at a snail's pace. I remind myself that I probably deserve this after what I put you through. I gaze at the length of you as you stand at the foot of the bed. You are already getting hard again- how stunning you look. Oh how I love your stamina. 

You crawl onto the bed and straddle me. I can feel the length of your hard cock against my stomach as you lean forward to kiss me. My hands ache to let go of the headboard and reach down to stroke you but this is your time to be in charge.

Your kiss is soft as you search for my tongue. I want more and try to suck you into me. You pull back slightly, suck on my lower lip and nibble. Your kisses trail down my neck and I can feel my whole body erupt in goose pimples. 

Soon I feel your warm breath and wet tongue on my nipple. Playfully your tongue encircles my taut nipple and then you begin to suck. The other breast is caressed by your hand and the nipple playfully tweaked. As you pinch and play, your mouth sucks deeply and I can feel my body start to quiver. "Oh, that feels so good. Don't stop. Suck harder please."

You obligingly obey and soon move to the other breast. Circling, tasting, sucking. I feel your hand suddenly between us. Your cock is getting harder and harder with each of my moans. "Please, touch me." I feel your hand covering my mound and a finger parting my lower lips. 

"My, you are a wet one, aren't you?" You coo as you stare down at me.

"Um hmm. You make me this way." With that I feel a long slender finger plunge into me. I writhe into your hand begging for your finger to go deeper. You artfully stroke me and I can feel an immense buildup deep inside me. 

"Don't hold back," you remind me. "Let go." 

"I'm trying," I tell you as I feel myself climbing to the edge of an uncertain abyss. "Don't stop, please." 

You disregard my pleading and remove your finger and move down so your face between my legs. I can feel your hot breath on me, so close, so amazingly close. 

"Please," I beg.

"What do you want me to do?" You playfully ask. 

"You know what I want you to do." I have a hard time verbalizing what I want. Trying not to let go of the headboard I try to shimmy towards your mouth. 

You inch away, "I do know, but I want to hear you say it."

"Please, suck me, lick me, and make me cum."

On command, your mouth is suddenly on me. I feel you spread my legs as your tongue spreads my lips. You lap hungrily along my clit, your tongue circling and then sucking. "Oh, my god," I say under my breath. "Oh, my god, don't stop." My hands let go of the headboard and my fingers grasp at your soft curls guiding you go to deeper. 

"I want to hear you scream."

As you suck and lick, I feel your long finger again invade me and then another. I'm so wet that you have no problem getting two fingers in me, plunging in and out as you continue to suck. My body uncontrollably starts to buck and writhe but you continues your assault. 

Finally you get your wish as I scream, "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" The edge of the precipice is so very close and you plunge in and out faster, harder and deeper; tongue flicking and sucking my clit until I have no sense of what is actually going on. Finally, I feel myself step off the edge and scream as I fall, "Oh my god! Fuck!"

My body shudders uncontrollably as I fall. I try to push you away but you're holding on tight. The spasms wrack my body, giant ones at first followed by hundreds of little aftershocks. I see you looking down at me, my juices on your chin, smiling as I continue to shudder. I try to smile back but I'm still disoriented. You lean down to kiss me and I can taste myself on your lips.

Before I have a chance to gather my bearings, I feel you plunge your long, hard cock into me. Surprised, not thinking my body had a chance to recover I immediately respond. I wrap my arms around your neck and my legs around your waist wanting to feel you deep inside me. "Lord, you feel so good," you drawl into my ear. 

Slowly, you pump in and out, long strokes and I can feel the tip of your cock just inside me before you plunge back in. "You feel so good in me, please don't stop," I beg.

"Not yet, not yet," I hear you chide. The pumping begins to quicken, your breath does the same. Deeper, harder, faster, you go. I feel that precipice approaching again. I try to pull you closer but you won't let me. 

Suddenly you stop, pull out and flip me over. "Put your ass in the air." 

I obey, ass in the air and head on the pillow. I feel you plunge in deep. Your cock is reaching areas I never knew existed. I have to grab the headboard to prevent myself from being thrown forward. I grunt each time you enter me. The precipice I had just backed away from is approaching again. 

You reach around and your fingers find my clit and begin rubbing and your cock continues to pound into me. The shuddering starts deep within my core and expands throughout my body, I can't catch my breath. 

"Oh my god, I'm about ready to cum," I hear you say as you continue your assault. 

"Yes!" I scream. "Cum inside me, please! Hurry!" Faster, deeper, harder...then I feel you suddenly stop. With the twitching of your cock, I can feel the warm liquid spread inside me before I start to fall once again.

When I awake, I feel the weight of you on top of me. Our bodies are melded together and our breaths are in sync. "Did I scream loud enough for you?" 

I can feel you smile as you wrap your arms around me, "Thank goodness I don't have any neighbors."



A Bedtime Story: The Bath



Dearest, here's a wee bedtime story for those long night when you cannot sleep. The story involves people over the age of 18. 

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Even though it's been years, I still picture your full, luscious lips. They were so kissable and I remember how much I loved to nibble on them. Twenty years is a long time and I was so very naïve and green back then in the ways of pleasing you. So, it's now 2014 and we've both gotten older and some of us a wee bit plumper, grayer and with a few more laugh lines. But 20 years also equals years of practice and experimentation. Gone is the naïve.

I picture our next meeting. A big embrace, a bite to eat, some lemonade (since you no longer drink) and good conversation for hours. Two friends catching up after decades. As we reminisce the bright sun slowly makes way for the dusk and the rising moon. A chill enters the air and it's time to move inside from the darkened patio. The tension of being so close for hours and not touching has worn on me. You are so close but yet seem a lifetime away. It's as if you're a mirage and if I reach out to touch you, you will disappear. 

Hesitantly, I slowly reach out and my fingers find your stubbled cheek and you don't evaporate before my eyes. Lightly my fingers caress your cheek and trace down to those lips I have loved so much. My thumb lightly rubs against your lower lip, I'm waiting for you to do something...to make a move, to kiss me. In the dim light, I look from your lips to your beautiful hazel eyes and find you staring at me. I can stand it no longer and wrap my arms around your neck and pull you close- since when did I become the aggressor? 

Twenty years since the last kiss, two decades of remembering your amazing, full, passionate kisses and immediately the sensation comes back like it was just yesterday. Lips part, tongues meet- slowly caressing each other and then the rhythm increases until the kiss can't get any deeper. The feel of your tongue in my mouth makes my body tremble and I feel heat within my core. As we kiss passionately, my fingers run through those soft curls of your and you grab hard and pull on what was once my very long hair, now so very short. I can't help myself, I must taste your neck. The salt from the heat of the day and your sweat are like heaven. My tongue slowly works its way from the base of your neck to right under your jawline. I lick and nibble all the way up. And when I get to your earlobe, I grab it lightly between my teeth and nibble and suck. You let out a soft groan. I tongue your earlobe and work my way back down. I nibble from your jawline to your chin- a quick love bite and back to those delectable lips. I can't get enough of your kisses. Finally, we come up for air.

As much as we both want to jump into bed immediately, I want to prolong the inevitable. I walk to the fridge and pour you a glass of cold water to cool you down while I prepare things for your proper cleaning. Just like our last time in St. Louis, I draw a hot bath and add some Rest & Relaxation bubbles to the water. 

When you come in to the bathroom, I tell you to turn around. My arms go around your body so I can reach your buttons on your shirt. My hard nipples press against your back. I can hardly control myself, I shiver in anticipation and the ache is deep. I can feel my panties getting drenched at the thought of touching your bare body. Slowly, the buttons are undone and as I lower your shirt I can't help but admire your back. Resistance is futile and I have to taste you. The kisses start at the nape of your neck, kisses alternating with long, delicious laps of my tongue. You taste salty and the scent of you just about sends me over the edge. But good things come to those who wait. While my mouth works its magic on your back, my hands can't help but wander along the front of your body. Your nipples are taut and I yearn to suck on them and tease them but that will happen so enough. 

My lips travel across shoulder to shoulder and down your spine. I can feel your heartbeat increasing. When I reach your lower back, I'm on my knees and reach around to the front of your pants and slowly start rubbing along your zipper. I can feel your cock harden even more, it's begging to be released from its confines. I turn you around because I must see what I'm about to unleash but not before I run my mouth along the rigid lines of your jeans. My hot breath penetrates the material and you let out a long, low groan. I test your patience as my fingers trace the line my mouth just left. You squirm wanting to be free but I push your back against the wall- not yet. I'm in charge and you'll play by my rules. 

Slowly, painstakingly I undo the top button and with gentle hands I lower the zipper. My free hand follows the zipper by caressing your stiff cock on the way down. Your underwear still confines it, I can hear your moans and you reach to release your bulging mass. But I won't let you. You do not get to use your hands. If you remain insubordinate I may have to bind your hands which will happen later anyhow. I want to see how much self-control you have. 

You stand in front of me in only your black briefs. I can see the tip of your penis peeking above the waistband. It's calling my name and I heed the calling. With both hands I grab the waistband and yank down your briefs, the suddenness of it surprises you since everything else up to this point has been painstakingly slow. As your cock springs out, my mouth quickly envelopes it. The warmth of you inside me mouth is euphoric. After a couple flicks of my tongue and a few strokes of my mouth up and down your shaft, your moans turn to a deep, guttural growl. I can taste you as I pull away. It's not time.

I stand up and guide you to the hot bath full of bubbles. Slowly, you sink in and are surrounded by light, fluffy bubbles. Now it's time for you to relax. As you lay back, I take the shower puff and run it along the front of your chest clearing the bubbles. There in front of me is your bare chest and again I can't resist, I must suck and nibble on your nipples. As I lean over you, I find myself covered in bubbles. The water makes my own shirt cling to me and you see that my own nipples are hard and demanding attention. You look at me questioningly and I shake my head. This is your time to be pleased and my time to play. 

Your lips are calling again and as I lazily tease your mouth my hand reaches under the bubbles and grabs your hardened cock. You jump in surprise but quickly relax again as my fingers work their magic under the warm water. I can feel your moans escape under my mouth. And this is just the beginning. We have a lot of time to make up for.

I pull away- mouth and hand- and tell you to lean forward. The soft puff trails up and down your back with long strokes. I can feel the knots and the tension of all your hard work in your neck and shoulders. It's time for my magic fingers to go to work on those problem areas so you will be putty in my hands later- well, more so than you already are. I knew the 12 months of massage therapy school would come in handy sometime! After five minutes of massaging the kinks out, I let water from the puff rain down your back. Bath time is over and it's time for the real fun to begin.