1 comments/ 55514 views/ 1 favorites A Blue-Collar Story Ch. 1 By: captivate Desi was basically a happy, content person. In college, she had majored in business, ideas whirling through her mind for the next big thing, the next wonderful IT. Entering the work force, she found a great job and loved it, working hard to succeed. She had bought a house, all by herself, in a very nice neighborhood. She spent her off-time redecorating it, which she found fun and relaxing. She had decided that a man was not necessary, at least not now, and actually found life exciting and fulfilling. She found an adorable car, her first brand new one, and loved driving it. She was meticulous in the upkeep, getting oil changes as often as recommended, keeping it shiny and new. Desi had found a wonderful service station within a mile of her house. It was convenient, fast, and, amazingly, full service, the last of its kind. She liked the idea of driving in and having someone else pump the gas, wash the windshield and check the oil level. She had no illusions of Women's Lib. She was a steady customer, stopping at least weekly. There was a guy there, a wonderfully blue-collared guy, named Scott. He was tall and lean, tanned, and very friendly. He was the first one out of the door when she pulled up to the pumps, greeting her happily and bustling about taking care of her car needs. He always wore a short-sleeved blue shirt with his name embroidered on his chest. His arms were muscular and firm, with a matting of soft brown hair. She loved to watch his hands as he so capably opened the hood and checked all the little things under there. She also loved to watch his ass, so perfectly formed, filling his snug jeans so delightfully. Sometimes, she fantasized about patting that butt as he cleaned her windshield, just to show her appreciation. Scott was on sabbatical. One day in his office in the sky, he just decided he had had enough of the corporate shenanigans. He wanted to get back to basics and be with people who had nothing to gain by being nice to him. During the years, he had invested in many properties. He had rentals throughout the city, a few small strip shopping centers and a couple of businesses. One of the them was a neighborhood gas station, which was a great little money maker. When he had his fill of corporate cut-throats, he retreated to the station. No one, except the manager, knew his true identity. He spent his days doing honest work, making an honest dollar and actually enjoying his life again. The day was already a scorcher. Desi woke feeling restless and bored. She didn't want to spend another weekend alone, but she didn't want to be with any of her friends, either. She got out of bed and stepped into the shower, turning the blast to icy cold. As it hit her skin, she felt her nipples harden and grow taut and she just stood there enjoying the sensation. She ran the soapy sponge slowly over every inch of her tanned body, enjoying the sensation of the soft sponge and the sharp shower spray on her skin. She thought perhaps she would take a drive along the coast, enjoying the day, perhaps stopping at a beach to find an adventure. She stepped from the shower, wrapping in a towel. As she stood in front of the mirror, she took inventory, something she occasionally did. She was short, petite, tiny...so many adjectives. Her body was nicely shaped, full and lush, despite her tiny frame. Her breasts were tantalizingly shaped, slightly upturned at the nipples, giving them a pert look. She really liked her nipples, they were long and brown and very sensitive. Even now, just running her fingertips over them caused them to turn bumply and hard. Her tummy was gently rounded and firm. Her fingers were tracing her body as she watched in the mirror, now they reached her curlies. She loved these too. Long, soft, and dark brown, they caught on her fingers and wrapped around them. She caressed her mound for a second and then forced herself to move her hand. If she started touching herself, she might never leave the house today! She looked at her face reflected in the mirror and was again pleased. She had a small, heart-shaped face, surrounded by short dark brown curls. Her eyes were a soft brown, framed by thick lashes. When she smiled, like now, her dimples deepened and her eyes twinkled. It was only the first week of June, but already she had a very nice tan, with no lines, thanks to her backyard pool. Happily, she felt she passed inspection. She sprayed on her favorite summer scent, a soft vanilla, and turned to decide what to wear on her travels. Opening her closet, she found the new peach sundress she had purchased last month. It really wasn't her style, she preferred tailored clothing. It was very girlish, with a fitted bodice and tiny straps over her shapely shoulders. The skirt was full and short. She had felt very attractive, very feminine when she had tried it on in the store. She loved it and decided to buy it. She had even bought dainty white sandals to wear with it. Of course, she had suffered buyer's regret when she got home. She hung it in the closet and forgot about it. Until today. Today, it seemed perfect. It was exactly what she should wear on her adventure. She dressed in tiny, lacy peach panties; no bra was required. Then she took the dress from the closet and slipped it on, again feeling ultra feminine and lovely. As she slipped her feet into the sandals, she noted that her pedicure matched the peach perfectly. A good sign. She felt her hips sway as she walked to the car, feeling very young and pretty. As she left her neighborhood, she noticed her gas tank was half empty and decided to fill up before heading out. She pulled into her favorite station, smiling as Scott bounded out of the office. She secretly felt that Scott had a crush on her. He was so attentive and polite, very quiet and respectful. She liked teasing him a little, leaning forward or spreading her legs just a little as he cleaned the windshield. She loved the way he blushed, his fair skin warming to a bright red when he caught a glimpse of her bra or thigh. What she liked the best is that Scott did not make inane conversation. No, "Hot enough for you?" from him. He greeted her and started servicing her car. As the gas pumped, he checked under the hood, then stood beside her open window, cleaning the windshield. Desi let her gaze fall on his shapely ass again, thinking a little pat would be a nice tip. But she didn't. She just waited, her heart racing a little at the thought. When the pump clicked off, Scott moved to finish up. He approached her window, holding out his hand for her card. God! Desi looked for her purse and realized she had forgotten it at home. Damn! She groaned at the thought of returning home for it and then coming back here and THEN starting her road trip. Double Damn! She smiled sweetly at Scott and began explaining her predicament, when he interrupted her. "I'm sorry, no credit, Ma'am", he said. Desi stopped for a second, then dimpled at him, starting once again to promise to come right back with her card. Scott, looking very stern, repeated the "absolutely no credit" line to her, startling her. Desi had always felt he liked her and would let her do almost anything. Now he was being a complete hard ass! Scott stood there, looking at her. He thought Desi was the most delicious woman he had ever met. He melted when she smiled. He broke all records rushing out of the office to be the one to help her. He took lots of kidding from the others, about his "Hot Mama". Now, she was distressed and he could be of help. But for some reason, he felt the right thing to do was refuse to be nice. He wanted more than just pumping her gas or admiring her through the windshield, and he seemed about to get it. While Scott debated the wisdom of his actions, Desi took control. "What if i took you with me to my house, what if we went together for my wallet?" she asked. Scott thought it over. Indeed, this was exactly what he wanted, but he didn't want to appear too eager. He rubbed his dimpled chin and looked at the office, as if considering. "Well, I do have a break coming and no one has to know that you didn't pay me right away...... I guess I could go with you and make sure that you come back here," he said. Desi inwardly sighed. As if she wouldn't come back with the money! As if she weren't a steady customer, well-known by everyone! She was very indignant as Scott moved around the car and sat beside her in the passenger seat. She refused to talk with him on the way to her house. It was a short drive but Scott maintained his usual silence too, so the trip seemed to take forever. As they turned into her drive, Desi opened the garage door and drove inside. Leaving the engine running, she tersely told Scott she would be right back and left the car. Scott watched her sweet little body move in front of the car, her full skirt swishing nicely as she moved angrily into the house. As soon as she was inside, Scott reached over and turned off the ignition, removed the keys and closed the garage door. He stepped from the car, into the hot garage, and followed Desi into the house. It was nearly frigid inside. The air conditioner was blasting down on him and he sighed with happiness. The first thing he saw was the incredibly blue water in the pool out back. It looked so cool and welcoming. He didn't see Desi, but could hear her tossing things and cursing loudly, searching. He smiled as he noticed her purse on the counter by the door. She would be awhile finding it. He walked through the kitchen and into the living room, opening the sliding door and stepping out into the bright sunshine. The pool seemed to be calling him, saying his name with seductive, cool tones. The sun shone on the water, causing tiny diamond sparkles to nearly blind him. He couldn't resist. He pulled off his sneakers and socks, rolling up his jeans and lowering his legs into the pool. It was wonderful. The sun didn't seem as evil as it did when he pumped gas. He removed his shirt, appreciating the warmth of the rays on his tanned skin. He was considering his good fortune when he heard the door open behind him. "I can't find my purse, but you have to know I am good for the gas, Scott!", Desi said quietly. Her anger was pretty much dissipated and now she was entranced by the lovely man seated on her deck. She felt her heart race and her deep pinkness expanding with desire. Scott turned to look at her and she caught her breath at his handsome face, smiling up at her. "Actually, Miss Desi, this pool feels so good, I could totally forget your debt for a swim," he said. His mind was awhirl with the possibilities of the afternoon. This was something he couldn't have arranged, but was just what he wanted, time alone with Desi. Desi looked into his smiling face and agreed quickly. "I will gladly pay for the gas and still let you swim, Scott. I don't want the register to come up short." Now Scott faced the problem of what to wear. Desi solved it by offering to turn her back if he wanted to swim in undies, she promised not to look. Scott happily agreed and stripped down to bare skin while she looked the other way. He slipped into the water, sighing as the cool depths covered him. He started swimming immediately, a smooth gliding stroke taking him gracefully from one side to the other. Desi sat on one of the deck chairs, unable to see under the surface due to the sunny reflection, but appreciating his long, efficient strokes and well-toned arms and shoulders. He finally stopped on the side of the pool, resting his forearms on the deck. "Come join me, Miss Desi?" he asked. She smiled at his expression and insisted he call her Desi, thinking a swim with him would be wonderful. She promised to be right back and went into the house, to change into a suit. Well, part of a suit. Pieces of a suit. The semblance of a suit. She chose her new neon yellow tankini, which covered her breasts and tummy, but left her entire back bare, with various strings criss-crossing her tanned skin. The bottom was a traditional bikini, just covering her tight ass and soft mound. She padded back to the pool, entering the deck area quietly, nearly shyly. But Scott was waiting and she saw the appreciation in his eyes as he watched her enter the sunshine. She walked down the steps, slipping under the water and swimming across the pool immediately. They swam quietly, crossing paths as they did lap after lap. Finally, both stopped at the same time and in the same end. They stood together and just enjoyed the feeling of being free on this lovely day. Neither spoke. Scott moved a step closer, and gently ran his fingers into her wet hair, pulling it out of her eyes. She smiled and kept her face cradled in his palm, enjoying the human warmth. He leaned down, his hand still on her cheek and kissed her mouth. At first, it was a gentle kiss, an expression of thanks. Then he moved a little closer, sliding his lips over hers, lightly tracing her sweet smile with his roving tongue. He licked her lips, enjoying the taste of her, all wet and sunshiny. His tongue continued exploring, moving between her lips, gently inviting hers to play. They stood near each other, teasing and touching tongues, their bodies still apart. Finally, as they continued kissing, his fingers reached her back, exploring and following the strings there, deciding the best way to remove the pretty yellow top. He found a string and pulled it, feeling the maze loosen. He was still kissing her delicious mouth, now her chin and cheekbones, now her jaw. His mouth never stopped, he wanted to devour her. Desi stood there, a lustful haze filling her mind and lulling her. She felt his fingers on her back and mentally instructed him to find the release. Her nipples were aching for his touch, and she felt her pinkness swelling and getting so wet for him. He slid the shoulder straps over and down her arms. Now her pretty brown nipples were exposed to the breeze, hardening and bumpling for Scott. His hands were on her upper arms, holding her away from him so he could enjoy the sight of her lovely breasts. She arched toward him, her fingers slipping into his hair, bringing his face to hers again. They kissed like old lovers now, already sure what would please the other. Then she guided his head down to her breasts, offering them to his talented mouth. He latched onto the right one, sucking it deeply into his heat, making her moan aloud, making her soft pussy ache with need. Her fingers moved over his smooth skin, tracing all the muscles she found, learning all the sweet spots that caused him to moan. He pulled them to the steps, sitting on the lower one, bringing her body between his thighs. His mouth returned to her breasts, moving between them, as if trying to decide which one was sweeter. Desi kept moving closer and closer, until she felt his hard, hot cock touching her thigh. She opened her eyes in amazement, but then lost all thought in the joy of being nursed while his hands explored her body. He cupped her ass, his fingers sliding under the yellow fabric. Desi felt herself squirming, wanting it all, wanting to actually feel this man deep inside her. Her hips were swaying against his hand, her body rubbing against his, wantonly and willingly. Scott slipped his fingers into the bikini once more, this time pulling it down her shapely thighs. Ah, now he could see, could smell, her delicious pussy. He climbed from the pool, reaching for a fluffy beach towel, allowing Desi her first glimpse of his excited cock. It was dripping with precome, hard and red, emerging from a nest of soft brown curlies. He carefully placed the towel on the deck and lifted Desi onto it, her legs opened and her thighs spread, her feet still in the water. He stood in the water, between her legs, sucking her breasts until she felt she wouldn't be able to stand it any longer, then moved his head quickly between her legs, his tongue quickly entering her swollen slit. She leaned back to give him better access, and he moved closer to her, submerging his face in her juicy pinkness. His tongue slid up and down, tasting and enjoying her velvety pussy. He circled her clit, feeling it harden under his ministrations, listening to Desi as she began losing control. Her fingers gripped his hair as she tightened her thighs and cried out with joy and release. Scott continued softly licking, just moving his tongue slowly up and down her quivering flesh. As her breathing returned to normal, he stood up, kissing her, probing her mouth as he planned to use his cock inside her. He lifted her gently into the pool, turning her toward the deck. Moving behind Desi, Scott positioned her legs apart, and slowly straightened his body, allowing his eager cock to slide deep inside her wet pussy. She was so hot and ready. He stroked slowly, moving his dick in and out, enjoying the cool water on his so very hot tool, and then sliding it back into the hottest pink he had ever known. Over and over, he thrust into her, pulling her hips back against him as he filled her. He slid his finger around her tummy, slipping it into her excited cunt, finding her clit and massaging it, enjoying the way Desi squirmed with delight. She was cooing to him now, telling him how good he felt, how much he filled her, how much she needed him. The words came faster and faster, then nothing. Not even breathing. She held perfectly still, feeling him thrust, feeling the orgasm building inside. Then, deep from her throat, torn from her, came a guttural cry and she came, so hard, grasping his cock and pulling it deeply into her pinkness, massaging him with her spasms, and making it impossible for him to continue. He gripped her hips with his strong fingers and poured his come into her, with long, deep strokes. They continued their hip dance, slowly moving against each other, each stroke softer and less impatient. Scott cradled Desi in his arms, pulling her back against him, feeling her body fit into his. They held hands and began to float, smiling with happiness. THE END A Blue-Collar Story Ch. 2 DEAR READER...I KNOW I SAID "THE END", BUT THESE CHARACTERS CONTINUED TO LIVE IN MY HEAD, SO I AM SHARING THEM WITH YOU, AS THEY GET TO KNOW ONE ANOTHER. Desi and Scott held hands and floated in the pool, enjoying the hot sun on their bare bodies. They began to talk, playing a game. She said a word, he responded with his first thought. She was pleased with his very quick mind and sense of humor. Both were laughing out loud, enjoying the replies, switching back and forth, learning about the other. Finally, Scott gently tugged her hand and pulled her close to him. "Let's shower and dress and I will take you out for the rest of the day," he said. Standing near each other, they kissed slowly and deeply, the water cool on their sun-warmed skin. They walked from the pool, still holding hands, still smiling. Scott towelled off and dressed in his blue monogrammed work shirt and jeans, while Desi watched appreciatively. He asked to borrow her car, so he could go home and change, instructing her to be ready in an hour, wearing the cute little peach sundress again. He kissed her willing mouth one more time, as if to take the taste of her with him, and left. Desi walked naked into her house, her bedroom. She showered, lathering her head with shampoo, and sponging her slightly tender skin with vanilla soap. Between her legs, she lovingly washed her curlies, her fingers gently exploring that moist area. It seemed odd to be repeating the activities of this morning, with everything being so incredibly different. Now her body was tingling from thoughts of Scott, now she was bubbling with anticipation of his return. She dressed again in the peachy lace panties. As she slipped the dress in place, she felt a slight ache as the fabric rubbed against her bare nipples, tender from the sun and Scott's needy mouth. She smiled at the tenderness, recalling how Scott had sat before her, sucking hungrily, breast to breast. Just remembering it made her nipples harden and Desi felt an ache in her pinkness. She dressed again in her white sandals, brushing her brown curls into place and lightly sprayed vanilla mist on her burnished skin. A touch of peachy gloss and she was ready. Moments later, her doorbell chimed. She moved quickly to the door, anticipation making her nearly dance. Opening the door, she caught her breath. If she thought Scott was desirable in his work clothes, now she wanted to just devour him. He stood before her in khaki dress pants and a pale sage sports shirt. She caught the scent of Obsession as she held the door opened for him. He walked in, looming largely over her short body and she felt suddenly shy. Then, he placed his hands around her, pulling her gently to him and he bent to kiss her, his mouth feeling familiar and erotically strange at the same time. Desi felt herself melting against him and wondered why they had to go anywhere. She was perfectly willing to drop her clothes and make love to him right here, never moving again. As if sensing her thoughts, Scott pulled away and reached for her hand, pulling her along behind him. They left the house and he walked her to the passenger side, helping her into the car as if she were fragile, and closed the door carefully after her. He walked around to the driver's side, sliding in and leaning to kiss her again. Desi loved this, feeling pampered and protected. Scott chatted easily with her as he moved out onto the coast highway, driving well. He seemed to sense how much she loved her car and was very respectful of it. The time passed quickly as they discovered each other. He had picked one of her favorite CDs, Romanza, and it played softly as they talked and began sharing life tales. All too soon, he turned into a parking lot. Only when she saw the sign, did Desi realize that she was starving. It was early afternoon and she hadn't eaten all day. The restaurant before her was an old stone building, right on the water's edge. Few cars were parked in the lot, not necessarily a good sign. But Desi was willing to try anything with Scott. He walked around, opening her door, offering his hand as she stepped out of the car. They held hands as they approached the door, which he opened for her. Inside, it was dimly lit and very cool. The hostess guided them to a circular booth, smiling widely at Scott. Desi slipped in and along the seat, followed by Scott. Being short, Desi's feet dangled above the floor, so she dropped off her sandals and pulled her feet up under her, Indian style. Scott was beside her, but not too close. She could feel his body warmth and inhale his tantalizing scent. They picked up the menus and Desi's tummy growled at all the pictures and descriptions of seafood dishes. But, god, the prices were so high! She couldn't let Scott spend this kind of money and she hadn't brought her purse. When the waitress approached, she, too, looked happily at Scott. Desi was too busy being offended by her friendliness to notice Scott's head, shaking slightly. The waitress, Opal, suddenly became all business, taking their drink orders. Scott ordered large ice tea for both of them and turned back to the menu. Desi wasn't sure what to do. She was starving and could easily eat the largest meal on the menu, but that was probably his entire week's salary. When Opal returned with their tea, Scott offered to order for Desi. She nodded slowly, still worried about the expense. He ordered easily, as he seemed to do everything. Appetizers, the main course, even a light wine for the fresh fruit tart. Desi was impressed. As the food began arriving, she relaxed and just enjoyed the meal with Scott. He was, by far, the nicest man she had spent time with in a long time. He kept her talking and laughing as they ate their way through dish after dish. He offered her a sample of his appetizer, using his fingers to feed her. His lovely, elegant, capable fingers. She opened her pretty little mouth and his fingers lingered there, brushing against her lips. She offered him tidbits too, and soon they were feeding each other, being a little flirtatious as they shared the meal. The service was excellent, the food absolutely delicious. When Desi shivered from the cold, Scott wrapped his arm over her shoulders, pulling her close. She entered the warm cocoon of his body, feeling him pressed against her, feeling so safe. Finally, the meal was over. Desi felt so full and content. she just wanted to curl up on a bed with Scott, take a long nap, and wake up beside him. But Scott had other ideas. He paid with a large bill, leaving the remainder for a very generous tip. He helped Desi from the booth, pulling her close in an embrace that made her tingle. They kissed sweetly for a long minute, then walked out into the sunshine. Desi had almost forgotten the world was still out here. Again, Scott was a perfect gentleman, helping her into the car. Desi thought she could start to enjoy being pampered like this, being treated so well. Once again, Scott started down the highway. Desi turned to talk with him, but her words slowed and slurred slightly, and, soon, she fell asleep. Scott smiled at her sleeping face, her pretty little mouth still slightly opened, and turned his attention to driving. Her car was smooth, making the trip enjoyable. He wanted to take her to a special place, one he knew she would enjoy. She looked so damn pretty in her sundress, he wanted to let her show off. After nearly a two hour drive, he found the place he wanted. It was a dance pavilion, right on the water's edge, glassed-in on all sides, air conditioned. Soon, it would be sunset. This was the best place to be when the sun lowered into the ocean. The view was breathtaking and it had long been one of his favorite hangouts. He gently kissed Desi awake, his fingers deep in her hair, holding her captivating mouth near his. He watched her slowly become aware of her surroundings, being asleep in her car, being driven by Scott. As she remembered the day, Scott watched the emotions pass through her soft brown eyes. He considered himself very lucky to be the one with her. As he helped her from the car, she snuggled against his body, her arms wrapped around him, her face pressed to his chest. Then, she looked up and smiled at him. They looked at each other for a minute, both happy to be in this place, then he offered his arm and escorted her inside. The entire pavilion was lit with tiny white fairy bulbs, giving the area a dream-like quality. As before, the employees looked very pleased to see Scott. They scurried forward to assist him, to offer him the nicest table. Once again, Desi was too dazzled by Scott to notice the others. He led her to the secluded table, lit by an arrangement of candles, surrounded by the tiniest white roses. They sat together, sipping the sweet white wine that Scott ordered, the conversation easy and affectionate. When the orchestra started playing, Desi was pleased to hear her beloved show tunes, the romantic songs that had formed her musical tastes. Scott stood and invited her to dance. She stepped into his arms and immediately knew she belonged here, fitting perfectly against him. They danced, circling the room in dreamy waltzing steps, stopping occasionally to enjoy the breathtaking sunset. Desi was so glad she had worn the peach dress. She felt beautiful and girlish and very desirable while being held in Scott's arms. The pavilion filled while they danced, yet she felt like the center of attention, the belle of the ball. They danced deep into the night, swirling and twirling, laughing and talking. Desi couldn't remember a nicer night, a better day. All too soon, the waiters started closing down, chairs on tables, candles blown out. Desi hated to leave, but being with Scott was what she wanted, so she took his hand and followed him out to the veranda for one last look at the sparkling ocean and one last dance. Driving home, in the dark intimacy of the car, Scott listened to Desi's memories. He couldn't believe how incredibly sweet and loving she was, how close he felt in such a short time. The drive passed quickly as the new lovers grew to know each other even better. Scott drove up to her house, hitting the garage opener. As he pulled in, Desi turned to him and kissed him, thanking him for a wonderful day. Without saying the words, she invited Scott inside. They walked together to Desi's bedroom, one she had not shared with anyone. Quietly, they lit candles, moving about the room together, setting the scene for their first night together. To Be Continued... A Blue-Collar Story Ch. 3 After having sex as strangers, then spending the rest of the day becoming acquainted as friends, now, Desi and Scott faced each other as two people falling in love. They had lit the candles placed throughout the room and the sweet scent of butter cream filled the air. If Scott regretted anything, it was the abrupt way this relationship had started. Now he wanted to give Desi a romantic evening, a loving interlude of sensual memories. She stood before him, still soft from sleep, tiny and vulnerable. He held her close to him, breathing in her scent and her sweetness. They kissed, as old friends now, their mouths fitting together perfectly. They knew the taste of each other, yet continued to explore and search, wanting to become familiar with every tiny nuance. Scott's hands circled her back, moving up and down her spine, memorizing the feel of her. It seemed natural to unzip the pretty peach dress, opening it so his hands could caress the soft flesh he found there. The kisses continued, his tongue entering her warm mouth, searching and learning. Their tongues played, teased, and he heard a moan from deep within her. She pressed herself against him, melted into him, molding her body to his. Her arms wrapped over his shoulders, her hands sliding into his hair, holding him close. He pulled away, no easy task, his body seemed drawn to hers. He looked down at her face, into her dark eyes, and smiled. The total trust he saw there overwhelmed him. He had gotten used to the corporate world, where everyone was out for themselves, everyone had an agenda. In his office, all the men wanted to become him and the women wanted to either move up the ladder the easy way or just brag they "had" the boss. He had learned to trust no one, allow no one to get close to him. It had been a lonely existence. When he had left his office behind and started working at the service station, one of his goals was to find real people who just asked for friendship and nothing more. The guys at work had accepted him easily. He was invited for beer after work, to weekend games, even to meet their families and friends. Scott had breathed easily for the first time in years. But seeing all the happy families had made him wish for someone of his own. He had been attracted to Desi from the first, but she never seemed to see him. He was just a nice guy with a blue workshirt who was always ready to help her with her car needs. Today, when the opportunity presented itself, he had surprised her. The events of the day ran through his mind, even as he looked into her pretty face and saw the longing in her eyes. Desi trusted him. She liked him. And, she wanted him. Just him. Scott with the work shirt and embroidered name. His warm hands continued to caress her spine, making her shiver with desire. His mouth covered hers again, as she slowly began rubbing her body against his. He could feel her erect nipples against his shirt, feel her hips grinding into his. He pulled back again, allowing a small space between them. Her sundress slid to the floor, leaving her warm, nearly naked body before him. Her breasts were uptilted, her nipples hard and knotted. He looked at her lovely tanned skin, glowing in the candlelight and he just had to touch. His fingers slid over all of her. The Braille of lovers. Her soft shoulders, her arms, holding her hands with her tiny fingers entwined with his. His hands moved to her face, tracing her jaw, into her hair, down her nose. He kissed her cheek, her forehead, her eyelids. As his mouth moved down her neck, he could feel her trembling, could hear her rapid heartbeat as she stood before him, offering herself to him. His hands slipped down her sides, spanned her waist, massaged her ribs. He deliberately did not touch any of the usual spots, relishing instead the unusual, the forgotten zones. Desi stood before him, surrendering to him, allowing him all the exploration time he needed. His hands felt so good touching her. His fingers were gentle and inquisitive and slow. Her skin came to life as he touched her, she could almost imagine a path appearing on her flesh as he discovered her. Now, he hooked his thumbs at her waist and spread his fingers over her hips, feeling the sharp angle of the bones there. Then he circled her "inny" belly button, tickling her and making her catch her breath with delight. His hands moved over her flat tummy, up to her mid-section, massaging and soothing the skin, while building a fire within her that was roaring out of control. She swayed before him, totally his. Scott's hands slid under her breasts, finding that tender flesh, just touching with one finger tip as he traced the curve there. Up between her breasts, so lightly massaging, so lightly moving, she almost wondered if he was there at all. Then his mouth moved to hers, softly taking possession, shaping her lips, wetting them, molding them, then opening them for exploration. His tongue slipped inside, sure of itself, knowing the feel and relishing in it. Desi stood still and allowed him all the time he wanted. His mouth moved down to her shoulders, kissing and nibbling along her soft skin. He kissed his way to her hand, licking the palm, tracing the fingers, sucking each tip deeply into his warm, wet mouth. Desi felt the ache deep inside, the woman-deep feeling of desire and need. Scott turned Desi away from him. They stood before the full-lenth mirror, her body tiny against his. They looked together at the couple in the mirror, the fully dressed man and the bikini clad woman, lovers already, embarking on a new adventure. His fingers now explored her back, her shoulders, her hairline. His kisses along the tender nape of her neck made her growl deep in her throat, his fingers along her hips made her sway back against him. She felt herself melt, felt the dampness between her legs increase and flood the lips, wetting her panties, making her swollen and aching. She watched in the mirror as his most capable hands traced her skin, avoiding her throbbing nipples and just caressing her full breasts. She licked her lips, looking into his eyes, her lust evident. His arms wrapped around her, his bare arms tickling her tummy as his hands held her tightly against him. She could feel his excitement pressed against her back, feel him throbbing with passion and need. In his eyes, she saw tenderness and caring. With one last look in the mirror, Desi turned back to Scott, intent on exploring him. Her fingers moved to unbutton his shirt, stretching to reach his throat and kiss him there, then kissing his chest with each button undone. She licked his firm skin, tasted his delicious flesh. Finally, his shirt was opened and she could see his lovely, toned chest. Her breath caught. She slipped her fingers under his shirt and helped him remove it. Her mouth wandered everywhere, kissing and nipping as he stood still before her. Finally, her lips found his right nipple and closed on it. She pulled it deeply into her warmth and heard his sharp intake of breath as his hands slid into her hair, holding her in place. Oh, she loved this. The tiny nipple was rock-hard against her tongue, the tiny bumps telling her of his pleasure. She had never sucked a man's nipple before and had not expected this reaction. Her mouth moved eagerly from one to the other, pulling them deep, then circling with her tongue, then flicking, then nibbling. Scott moaned and she heard her name repeated. Desi felt she could easily remain here all night, giving him pleasure, but there was so much more she wanted to see, to do. Her hands against his chest, she pushed away. Looking up at Scott, she saw his eyes glazed with passion. He leaned down to kiss her, distracting her from her plan. After a thorough kissing, Desi once again resumed the undressing of Scott. He tasted so good. He smelled delicious. The scents of Obsession and Scott combined to make her nearly delirious with longing. Still, she moved slowly, not wanting to rush the discovery of her man. Her hands rested on his belt buckle, while she kissed his abdomen. She let her fingers work on the buckle as she continued to make love to his chest. Finally, she had it opened. one button and then the zipper, making the most erotic sound she had ever heard. She closed her eyes, relishing the rasp of the metal on metal. She slid his pants down his hips, admiring the fit of his short, tailored boxers. She noticed his erection, pressing hard against the fabric and smiled to herself. Now they were twins. She turned him to the mirror, standing behind him, completely dwarfed by his body. She peeked around his body, looking at her handsome lover reflected in the mirror. She slipped her hand around his midriff, her tanned fingers blending with his skin, her shiny bright pink fingernails gleaming. She touched him as he had touched her, never making contact with the usual sweet spots, but finding some new ones of her own. She ran her fingers along his elastic waistband, dipping her fingers under the fabric, hearing him moan his appreciation. She kissed his back, licking it with her tongue, tracing words of promise and longing. Her nipples pressed against his lower spine, hard and pointed. Her fingers ran up to his hard nubbins, stroking and scratching them, causing him to thrust lightly with his hips. He turned, she couldn't stop him. He held her to him, feeling her velvet skin against his. He kissed her, trying to inhale her soul. "Scott", she thought. "Scott, my lover", her mind repeated his name, her most favorite name in the world. Being with him was like Christmas morning, so much to discover and have for her own. He picked her up and held her against his body, skin to skin, nipple to nipple, mouth to mouth. They both seemed to be starving for the sweet contact of kissing. They kissed deeply, slowly, nibbles and nips, long breathes of the other, short gasping excitement. The passion building between them threatened to overtake them both. Scott turned to the bed, walking with his treasure still caught in his arms. They kissed and shared breath, their hearts beating together. Desi wrapped her arms around his waist, and he felt the dampness of her panties against his flesh. His cock was rigid in his straining shorts, his desire making a wet area on the fabric. Tonight was a night for lovers, and Scott and Desi wanted it all. TO BE CONTINUED..... A Blue-Collar Story Ch. 4 Scott turned to the bed, walking with his treasure still caught in his arms. They kissed and shared breath, their hearts beating together. Desi wrapped her legs around his waist, and he felt the dampness of her panties against his flesh. His cock was rigid in his straining shorts, his desire making a wet area on the fabric. Tonight was a night for lovers, and Scott and Desi wanted it all. Scott lowered her to the bed, following carefully, trying to keep his weight off her tiny frame. They continued kissing, touching, reveling in the night and their passion. They rolled together, this way and that, trying to find new places to touch and caress. They spoke words of desire and longing, as they tried to enter each other's skin. Sometimes, they would move apart and look at each other, smiling at the feelings each posessed, amazed at the intensity of their need. Their legs were wrapped together, his cock was pressed against the damp panties, rubbing against the satin, feeling the swollen slit that was open for him. His hands were in her hair, pulling her face to him, his mouth hungrily pulling hers open, sucking her tongue into his heat. He nursed on her tongue, with the same rhythm he would use later on her nipples and clit. Her body picked up the beat, the music of lovers totally in tune with each other, totally aware of the other. Having one item of clothing between them seemed to ignite them, as if those tiny pieces of cloth were separating all of them. Kisses that seemed invented tonight were shared, touches with the most sensual responses caused moans from both of them. Occasionally, they would separate just a breath, to say lover's words of joy and rapture, then they would collide together as if starving. Desi had never felt this before. Scott seemed so right here with her, touching her, making her his own. She wanted him to stay with her forever, in her arms, in her bed, in her life. Scott was amazed too. When he had been a Corporate King, the women had come easily to him. If it were possible to be blase with this activity, he had been. He never had to work very hard or be very creative, just being in his bed made women swoon with joy! Now, he found himself wanting to please this woman, he wanted to see her writhing with passion and screaming with ecstasy. It was suddenly important to him that Desi was fulfilled and content. He did not care for himself, his only thought was to please her. Together, they enjoyed the feelings of being complete, one person complementing the other. Scott moved his mouth down her velvety skin, the sensation of unbelievable softness against his lips. He slid down her body, finding her nipple, aching and hard, and pulled it deep into his mouth, making her cry out with joy. He nursed the nipple as he had her tongue, setting the rhythm for all their lovemaking, making her hips wriggle against his. Her fingers combed his hair, pulling his face closer and closer to her chest, calling his name, wanting the seemingly unattainable. His mouth moved back and forth, licking each nipple before returning to the other. She held her breasts together, making the nipples very accessible to his worshipping mouth and tongue. He whipped his head right and left, finally settling on the left nipple, resting his head on her arm, just nursing like a hungry baby. The sensations were fantastic. He pulled the entire nipple deep, the nerves electrified and Desi floated into that gauzy sensual place that enveloped her completely. She just knew the need she felt, the need that had to be quenched. She thrust against his hard body, her hands gripping his head as he suckled her nubbin with passion. Desi felt her body stiffen, she felt her legs tighten and the heat moving through her. In her delirious state, she wasn't able to see what was happening, she couldn't comprehend the levels Scott was taking her. Suddenly, the spasms started, deep in her pinkness. She could feel her pussy throbbing to life, clamping on nothing, needing to be filled. Somehow, she was able to convey to Scott what she needed. She could feel him slipping his hand into her panties, sliding through her curlies and along her wet, slippery slit. "Please," she screamed in her mind, "please find me, enter me, fill me!" Then, blessedly, his fingers pushed inside her. She felt the fullness as he used four fingers to fuck her needy pussy. Again and again, he slid in and out, using his fingers to satisfy her desires. As her orgasm subsided, she wrapped her arms around his head, kissing his face and thanking him for this gift. His fingers were still deep inside her, moving slowly now, just barely thrusting against her pulsing pink. He had his head on her chest and listened as her heartbeat returned to normal, no longer threatening to escape her chest. She murmured words, she sighed. He was against her skin and able to hear the words. He moved up and held her, his hands caressing the naked flesh above her waist, making it his own. As she wrapped herself in Scott, she smiled at him. "So, what else do you like, Little One?", he asked. Desi blushed. Silly, she just shared an earth-shattering orgasm with this man, but felt embarassed to tell him what she enjoyed in bed. His finger slipped under her chin and lifted her face to his. "No shyness, no embarassment, no judgment, remember? You can tell me anything, and I can tell you. We are lovers who share, and that is how I want it." It took Desi a moment to get started, to say the words, but she grew bolder as she felt his loving hands on her. "I like to talk dirty," she said. "I like to use words I don't usually use, say things that will excite you, because they excite me too." Scott listened quietly, nodding his head. He looked down at her, a grin on his face. "I thought I heard some dirty talking going on, someone asking me to finger fuck her....but I wasn't sure." Desi blushed again. She hadn't thought she had spoken her wishes aloud, now she wished she hadn't. Scott kissed her softly, assuring her that she could say anything when they were together and it would delight him. She looked at him in wonder. How had she gotten so lucky? This man was everything she had ever wanted. He was charming, intelligent, gentle, and kind. They had so much fun together. Sexually, they were electric. Now she felt that wonderful afterglow of a great orgasm. She just wanted to snuggle up to Scott and hold him tightly in her arms. But she also wanted more. She wanted to hear him moan and cry out with excitement. She wanted to please him. As if reading her mind, Scott leaned down to kiss her again. It was as if a switch had been flipped. Desi went from pleasantly drowsy to fully awake and hungry. She was hungry for Scott, for her lover who had made her so happy already today. She pushed him onto his back, climbing on top of his large body, feeling like a doll. She leaned down to kiss him, her curly hair tickling his nose as she moved her mouth over his. Her tongue traced his lips, slipping into the corners, moving restlessly over the tender skin, making him moan softly. His hands were in her hair, combing it with his fingertips, holding her face in place, not wanting to lose her questing lips. She slid her body down his, her wet panties making a damp trail on his chest and tummy. As she moved over his legs, she spread her legs and captured his thighs between her own. She leaned forward and placed her hot mouth over his nipple, reveling in his reaction to this simple gesture. She sucked and licked, her mouth constantly moving over the tiny hard tit, circling the bumply flesh with her tongue. His hips danced against her, his hard cock pressing into her slit, filling it, pushing her wet panties deep into her. Desi lifted off his thighs long enough to pull his briefs down and out of the way. His cock was a thing of beauty. The head was fat and red, a drop of precome already glistening there. His shaft was stiff, the veins distended and full. She stopped to admire it. "Her cock", she thought. She wanted to be good to her cock and moved back onto his muscular thighs, so she could get her mouth closer. As she leaned close, she just breathed his musky scent. She could feel her pinkness throb as she inhaled him. Her tongue slipped out, just the tip, and licked away the precome. She daintily circled his head, feeling the sleekness of it. Finally, she took the tip of her pointed tongue and slid it into the tiny eye at the tip of his cock, searching for more precome. Scott had moved up the bed, a pillow doubled beneath his head, watching her. She glanced up and saw the glazed look in his eyes, the smile of contentment on his face. Now she flattened her tongue and began licking up the hot shaft. She slurped and licked and nipped, murmuring as she did, telling him how good he was, how wonderful he tasted. Her mouth encircled the head now, sucking it into her wet. Not deeply, just barely inside, and then she began to apply suction. Slowly at first, she pulled him into her repeatedly, a little deeper each time. Her lips closed around the head, making a small enclosed area and just using his rhythm to pleasure him. At the same time, she slipped further down his thighs, her legs straddling his knees now. He could feel her wetness on his skin, his knee almost slipping inside her swollen slit. Without conscious thought, she pushed down on him, riding him, using him to pleasure herself. As she rubbed against him, she moved her mouth further down his dick, taking all the shaft into her mouth now, the head hitting the back of her throat. She seemed possessed. He watched her, as she moved her hips against him, her mouth frantically sucking his cock. At one point, she stopped and looked up at him, the passion in her eyes almost palpable. He looked at her sweet face, her angelic face, and listened to the words coming from her innocent mouth. "I want you to fuck my mouth, Scott, I want you to fuck my face!" All the while, her hips continued moving on his knee, grinding her wetness onto him. He could feel her legs tightening and knew now what that meant. She sat upright, her hips the only movement, then even they stopped. He could hear the growl starting deep in her throat and growing louder as it moved from her. He felt her legs quiver against his, felt her clamp herself to his knees and ride them desperately. Her nipples hardened even more, her fingers gripping and twisting them almost mindlessly. He watched in amazement as she came against his hard knees, as the flush colored her chest and her breath became ragged. Almost as soon as he knew the orgasm had ended, she fell forward, her mouth returning to his throbbing cock, needily pulling it into her sweetness, begging to be fucked, begging to be filled with come. His hands were in her hair, twisting the curls and holding her tightly against him. He felt his balls pulling into his body, felt the pleasurable agony of his climax as he released his come into her waiting mouth. She happily drank it all, her mouth massaging him and emptying him of all his essence. She licked him clean. Softly now. Slowly now. He felt her collapse against him, her head on his chest, her feet barely reaching his calves. He held her tightly, his little rag doll, his lover. TO BE CONTINUED.....