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Away From Home

By: Mr_Neb



It was a bitter cold evening but it was from more than just the arctic winds typical for the area at that the time of the year. The cold was amplified by solitude caused by the separation from loved ones. Sure it would end. Sure there was the excitement of a new future when we were all reunited. But right now, at this time, that all seemed like such an artificial hope, so distant, almost unreal. Tonight, now, there was no warmth to be taken from that hope. There was only the cold. 

My feeble attempts at warmth were not working. The fire in the fireplace met the need for external warmth, but it failed miserably at creating inner warmth, an atmosphere. It failed as a substitute for another time. I was still cold inside. I missed my wife. Sure, I missed her touch, her loving, but there was more. I missed her smile, her beauty, her wit, her laugh, and even her tears.

Just as my remorse began to digress to self-pity, that horrible apartment buzzer in this poor excuse for a temporary home broke the silence. A visitor? Here? Certainly not. Surely it must be a total stranger looking for another apartment. My button must have been pressed accidentally. 

With zero expectation, I opened the door. The light directly overhead was out so my intruder was just a silhouette formed by the lights from behind. A magical corona surrounded the person before me. The swirling frozen vapors escaping from other apartment vents made the total effect even more surreal and mystical. The visitor stood in a hooded coat that went from head to ankle. I knew it was woman. Her ankles blended into beautifully feminine feet that disappeared into mild lavender shoes with pronounced heels. "Steam" left the darkness of the hood signaling steady, confident breathing at a rate more controlled and more assured than my own.

"Well, aren't you going to invite me in?" stated the figure in mock annoyance.

My breathing stopped all together. My mouth fell open and I was dumb struck! Could it be! Could it actually be HER! Was it at all possible that the person who held my love more totally and completely than I could ever consciously surrender was actually standing before me! IT WAS! My feeble brain finally snapped to the image of those ankles. It recognized that voice and even clicked with delightful remembrance of the scent of her breath. As I was about to speak, my memory further confirmed the identification by recognizing the very faint hints of that familiar perfume.

I could only muster incomplete stutterings such as, "Sure... uh... How... Where... uh... How long..."

"Shhhhh", was her confident interruption as she walked by me and into the room. "There will be plenty time for that. There will be plenty of time for conversation", she said as the fur-lined hood of her coat slipped down behind her head.

She stood close to the fire that lit her from the side. Her golden hair came alive in the firelight. Her eyes sparkled like crystal blue precious stones and her lips silently called to me with their deep full red color. Unlike earlier, I now praised the weather for adding to her beauty with the blush of the outside air on her cheeks. She was more beautiful than I could ever imagine.

Continuing her thought, she whispered, "I did not come here to talk."

In one smooth motion, the coat fell away from her as if simultaneously pulled by invisible strings from all directions. All I could do was repeat that same stupid stammering reaction that I had at the door. 

Before me stood the vision of my wife. Her hair shown in the firelight and tickled her shoulders. Her lips bore a mischievous and confident smile. She wore only a heart-stopping teddy that was the identical soft lavender of her shoes. The thin lace-edged straps went straight down from her shoulders, widening as they went but with an obvious disregard for modesty. It was only after they reached to just above her navel that they finally met to create the body of the seductive garment. The resulting gap teasingly exposed and highlighted the wonderful roundness of her breasts without the ultimate in revelation. The laced sides of this perfect silk man-killing weapon ran high over her hips, leaving the thinnest of "Vs" covering the alluring union of her magnificent legs. I felt very silly in my green plaid "lounging" pants and a T-shirt.

"Well, aren't you glad to see me?", she asked, swaying slightly from side to side. I continued my moronic stare. If she had just waited a moment before posing that question, it would have become highly rhetorical. The answer was already developing and would soon be obvious to us both.

She stopped her swaying and held her arms out to me. Without a sound, she mouthed the words, "hold me" but they reached me by screaming directly into my brain. I moved to her and wrapped my arms around her. With each tightening of my embrace she surrendered in a swoon of equal amounts. I whispered my love for her as my nostrils filled with her scent, so strong in her hair and delicately laced with perfume. Her body increasingly pressed into mine as I held her closer, her form becoming more evident to me. She was beautiful and I loved her so much.

My body was now well into the automatic performance of that ancient inbred reaction to such events. Even with our legs only modestly intertwined due to our standing positions, I am sure she was aware of my state. The gentle press of her thigh just a bit further made it now unmistakable and undeniable.

I kissed her. I had to! I inhaled her breath. I wanted it so badly! The press of our lips felt so wonderful. The dance of our tongues, not vulgar or obscene, was delicate and sensual. The feeling of her saliva on my lips as her tongue slid from edge to edge made me swoon. I returned the gesture. We retained our embrace. Our kisses became deeper as did our breathing. Our passion heightened. Our hearts raced. I told her over and over how much I loved her, how much I missed her and how happy her presence made me.

Mid-kiss, she took my hand and placed it upon her breast. Her erect nipple pressed hard through the silk and against my palm. My fingers gently massaged her and she moaned with approval. My attentions widened. My actions varied from tugs from my fingers on her taught buds to the firm massage of the each entire breast. 

Her hand slid down between us. I felt the palm of her hand against my erection, now fully complete. She slowly rubbed up and down, each time pausing to either lightly circle my crown with her fingers or the other extreme, to firmly hold me, still through the thin fabric that still separated us. Her hand turned for a moment. The back of her hand now pressed against my hardness. I knew her fingers moved because I felt the tendons in her hand tickle me.

She brought both hands to my face and kissed me deeply. Her tongue played with mine while she held my head. There was a new sensation. It was now clear to me where her hand had been. My heart jumped. My nose filled with the scent! My head filled with the scent. It was her scent, that scent! I tried to end our kiss to speak but she would not let me. Our kiss continued. Her hand left my face and returned to the source of her arousal. Gone was any sense of timidity. Gone was any reserve of emotion. She was proving her physical surrender to our passion. This time, the motion of her hand between us was much more dramatic, much swifter. She moaned through our kissing at her own penetration. Her hand raised up and she changed the manner of our kiss. Our lips separated but our tongues danced rapidly. Her hand came between us. One finger lay against my cheek and two entered my mouth. Instantly my tongue accepted the gift of her taste. It was so wonderful, so special, so delightfully her. How could I ever thank her for that gift? Oh the sweetness, the delicious sweetness! I wanted more, so very much more!

She played with me. She moved her fingers about my mouth and on my lips and on my cheeks. She was everywhere! Her touch, her taste, her smell! I was delirious with excitement. We resumed our deep passionate kiss and her hand left my face again to repeat the process. I was ecstatic! My brain ceased to process any coherent thought. I was in love, making love, with my love! We kissed wildly, experiencing her wetness seemingly everywhere.

With our breathing at a ferocious pace, she stopped. Our faces glistened in the firelight with saliva and my darling's wetness. She smiled and softly announced, "You have had your taste of me. Now I want my taste of you!"

Our bodies parted. She knelt before me still dressed in her spectacular lingerie. In one motion I was naked to the waste. I removed the T-shirt and stood before her completely exposed. Our eyes met again despite my erection that loomed between us. She smiled at the predicament and then began kissing my legs. She ran her hands up along my thighs to my stomach and back down again. I was bursting with excitement. My heart was pounding as she licked my legs. I watched her face the entire time and therefore did not notice the droplet of my own arousal form and fall to her shoulder. She turned to look up at me, her tongue still extended and touching my thigh. Her eyes quickly darted to the tip of my hardness as another glycerin-like strand left me, this time landing on her thigh. She smiled again, this time with a hint of wickedness. We both knew that her attentions would be much more direct now. She centered herself before me, the end of me just an inch from her full red lips still formed in a taunting smile. She knew, oh she knew exactly what I was thinking in spite of my desire not to think it. She knew me all too well. She knew how desperately I wanted her to engulf me, to take me deep into her wet mouth and envelopment me fully. She knew that I was beside myself with the desire to feel her tongue play with me in a deliberate simulation of the capabilities of her lower body. She knew of my darkest and selfish fetish for witnessing the eventual conclusion that could leave her strewn and wet with my ejaculate. She knew it, which is why she would do what she was about to do.

Looking right into my eyes, she placed the tip of tongue against the tip and slowly circled it just twice, dispersing the slippery liquid equally about her tongue and me. With our gaze maintained she backed away just slightly, creating a glistening string that momentarily connected us until is snapped when her tongue disappeared back into her mouth carrying the liquid treasure with it. She began to caress my entire length like only she could, using an extended licking tongue or with pursed and sucking lips.

With her tongue extended and sliding along me, she managed to ask me a question. We had gone through this many times before, the process and responses never changed. It was a ritual, a game to be played, and she was very good at it.

In a sultry manner and while still caressing me with her tongue, she asked, "would you like me to make you come?"

As in all previous cases, my ferocious arousal competed with my feelings of guilt and selfishness. I cowardly stammered the resulting compromise, "...uh...if you want to."

Here, exactly according the ritual, she stopped and in mock disapproval, she sternly but still seductively rephrased the question, emphasizing each word, "Do-you-want-me-to-make-you-come-by-kissing-you?"

As usual, I felt so foolish. I sheepishly gave her the obvious and programmed answer, "....yes", upon which she closed her eyes and went to work.

For the first time she engulfed me fully, containing my erection completely within her mouth. I shuddered uncontrollably and let out a soft deep moan. She was driving me wild. Her actions were making me delirious. I could not take my eyes off of what she was doing. My shaft glistened in the firelight with each emergence from her talented mouth. I was close, so close and my mind flashed with the intense fear that she might stop. I wanted to plead with her, to beg her to continue, to take it to the ultimate conclusion. Should I speak it? Could I speak it? 

My dilemma ended with resolution unnecessary. I would not have to speak it. The end was here, the results unalterable. My buttocks clenched as my orgasm began. My legs snapped taught. The base stiffened as my beloved continued the tongued caresses of my underside through open lips. The first burst of liquid orgasm left me, partially entering her mouth, the rest leaving a streak across her cheek. Her efforts continued without deviation. She was all over me throughout my spasms of ecstasy. She surrounded the spurting crown tightly with her wonderful lips but still, white ejaculate and saliva emerged from the imperfect seal at the edges of her mouth. She took me through the final throws of my orgasm by sucking and licking the sides of my hardness as it now only seeped weekly against her cheek. I shuttered and jerked as my climax subsided. Able to acquire only partial focus of my dear's face, I saw the look of a lioness savoring a fresh kill.

We finally lay down on the soft carpet and embraced completely naked while basking in the warmth and shimmering glow of the fireplace. I loved her so. I missed her so. She was so beautiful and feminine, so soft and beguiling. I repeatedly kissed her in homage to her beautiful face, now devoid of the results of recent events save for a faint musky scent. Ah, but another smell, decidedly and deliciously female, was also present way off in the olfactory distance.

I kissed my love's face again and again. I buried my face into the soft contours of her neck. My tongue nibbled the lobes of her ears, not to tickle, but to arouse. Her soft moans indicated that I was successful. Slowly I made my way down her soft body, around the delicious curves of her breast. I moved across the hard taught buds of her erect nipples and along the smooth lines of her stomach. I tongued the indentation of her navel and slid into the softness of the immaculately trimmed pubic hair that adorned her mound. The heat of her passion was easily detectable. My anxious wife's legs parted invitingly but I resisted the temptation to slip between them. I resisted the desire to experience directly the liquid fire that we both new resided there. I knew that I could never reciprocate the majestic heights that she took me to earlier but I wanted oh so much to come as close as I possibly could. 

Up along the inside of her exposed thighs I caressed, up towards the source of her excitement but once again moved to gently massaged her mons. Several more times I repeated the tease until her erratic breathing behind close eyes indicated that the time was now right. This time, my motion up along her inner thigh did not deviate. My palm ran deep between her legs and easily became wet with her escaping passion. Continuing upward, the palm of my hand, now dampened, rested atop her pubic hair. My fingers dangled teasingly between the parted, naked and slickened folds that guarded her entrance. I kissed her mouth hard but not rough. My tongue slipped into her moistened mouth just as swiftly and easily as my fingers slipped past the dampened lips between her legs. We both gasped at the significance of it all. Both penetrations were punctuated by the exciting sounds of wetness. 

While continually licking and kissing the lips on the mouth of my lover, my mind reveled in the sensations blessed upon my hand. My fingers were so deep into the dripping recesses of my wife. She indicated her delight with experienced squeezes of my captured fingers, expelling additional juices with each contraction. My modest and incomplete attempts at withdrawal were returned with the repeated wet clutchings of interior folds.

Eventually my fingers left her. Initially, I held my very wet hand awkwardly nearby as our kissing continued. I had to look. I had to see my fingers, so recently thrust deep into my wife, now literally dripping in the sweet thin nectar of her wet passion. My nose filled with the swirling scent of aroused womanhood, so perfectly sweet, so perfectly alluring. I so desperately wanted it on my tongue. I wanted to feel is slipperiness on my lips, on my face and in my mouth. And so I did. I devoured the delicious exotic taste of my lover. 

My addiction could not stop with just one taste. Again my fingers immersed themselves in the sacred pool causing another gasp from my lover. This time the ample wetness was deposited about one breast. Around and around her rock-hard and willing nipple I swirled the super-slippery juices until evaporation resulted in a naughty stickiness. I was only too willing to lick the aroused pink button of her breast in an effort to reconstitute the wetness. Again I re-entered the luscious well and returned with soaked fingers. The groans of my lover with each visit gave proof that each penetration moved her that much closer to climax. Again I kissed her deeply on the mouth but this time, I did not keep my hand aside. I held her face through a passionate the kiss with thumb to one side and fingers to the other side of her mouth. A thick wet smear streaked across her face. I eagerly licked her face and repeated the taboo practice. 

As exciting as this was, it was not enough. Now, with each trip to between my wife's legs, my soaked fingers ran not just across her face but her mouth as well. Her eager lips soon glistened with her own sexual juices. My brain was afire with the images of me depositing her wetness directly into her mouth and me licking and sucking it all away. I delighted in the sensations of both our tongues coated in her wetness and jointly savoring the wickedly sweet taste of hot liquid passion.

My kisses, still preceded with the retrieval of her sacred nectar, moved down her neck and soon to her breasts. What a delight it was to watch her nipples react to the addition of her juices, the swirling of my fingers and the attentions of with my mouth. Down further I progressed until I slipped between her spread legs.

I looked at my wife. What a vision of feminine beauty! How glorious the sight before me! There was the physical proof of her attraction for me and the validation of my efforts thus far! Her delicate pouty lips were deep pink. Wetness was everywhere, glimmering in the firelight. Her entrance was uncovered and also deep pink with invitation. Her inner folds were swollen and anxious to grab hold of all intrusions. 

My thumbs gently opened her further, exposing even more of her mysterious inner vault. Everywhere was abundantly wet and very pink. Her hard budding clitoris tightly pressed up from its protective hood. I felt as if I was a rare visitor to a sacred place, usually forbidden. I was so fortunate, so blessed, so excited. Everything was a perfect mate to my erotic senses. No sight could be more erotically beautiful. No scent could be more tantalizingly perfect. No taste could be more deliciously exquisite. 

She squeezed down for me, knowing full well that I would then be able to watch her intentionally expel the alluring juices that held me so captive. I needed no further signal. My tongue licked up from below the seeping opening and rescued the escaping liquid gold from sure oblivion. My dampened tongue then penetrated where my fingers (and other prominent parts) had been before. I bathed in the sensation as her warm juices over took me. My deeply plunged tongue instantly became saturated with the taste of pure womanhood. I accepted my task with delighted fervor. Again and again I nibbled, sucked, caressed, licked and blew upon the hard direct connection to her brain designed for orgasm. Over and over again I slid my tongue deep into her to soak in the delicious lubrication. Faster and faster my attentions progressed. Deeper and deeper her breathing became. 

Her climax began to sweep over her. Slowly at first, noticeable only by the first spasmodic contractions that enveloped my penetrating tongue. Her stomach tensed and relaxed. Her breathing became very short erratic gasps. Her hands reached out at phantoms for gripping support. Her buttocks became rock hard. Her back arched and remained. Her breasts heaved and swayed with her upper body. I opened my mouth wide, enveloping everything from her twitching clitoris to her entire opening. My tongue entered her with the fullest possible extension. Everything seemed to freeze as she slammed in the crest of orgasm. She collapsed back to the floor. She violently shook and shuddered. Her million internal muscles grabbed my wildly moving tongue with pulling, tugging and squeezing spasms. Feminine cum, even sweeter and richer than what I had already savored, sputtered again and again from my wife while her orgasm raged. 


Away From Home



I remained still, my tongue deeply inserted but not moving, as her climax waned. Again and again I deeply inhaled the wonderful smell of her orgasm. Down and down she came with ever diminishing contractions until she too became motionless. Neither of us moved until our magically synchronized senses indicated the "all clear". Even then, it was very slow at first.

We restored our face to face embrace. My first kisses were deep to her chest and neck and eventually back to her mouth, my face still thoroughly covered in her cum. Our passions temporarily softened in intensity but clearly were not going to dwindle into nothing. We hugged and cuddled and softly spoke to each other, reaffirming our love. I was in love with her so much. I loved her not because of what we were doing but because of the how much we cared for each other. How much we respected each other. How much we supported each other. It was those feelings that made what we were doing acts of love. What we were doing was deeply intense but always personal, always tender, always lovingly. It was a wonderful time of connection in the warm glow of the fire.

Slowly and at a natural pace, our kissing and hugging again deepened with emotion. Slowly, softly and deliberately we revisited everywhere again with kisses. Necks were nuzzled, breasts were massaged, nipples were tugged and licked, stomachs were caressed, hips were rubbed and kissed. My lover rolled me from my side and onto my back. She remained so close and next to me and rose up to her knees. She began swaying her hips from side to side and kissed my abdomen and thighs, both inside and out. I rubbed her luscious buttocks, the outside of her legs and then the inside only after she invited me by parting them. I was fully erect once more but she did not take hold of me. She did not lick or touch me. She just flowered me with tiny kisses everywhere but "there". I ran my hand up between her legs and once again touched her damp lips. 

Moments later, I felt the drip of her saliva onto my most sensitive area. My forefinger lightly parted those delicate lips. Moments later I felt the touch of the tip of her tongue upon my hardness. Gently I slipped two fingers into my wife, delighting in the opportunity to see them disappear into her to once again explore her. Moments later her sucking lips touched my sack, drawing a testicle between them. My fingers entered her repeatedly while my thumb massaged and played with her sensitive bud. She continued towards orgasm, producing wetness at my hand that proceeded down my arm. As she approached climax, her attentions to me became less controlled, less deliberate and less organized. As my thrusting fingers performed their duty, her mouth moved with increasing speed. She was everywhere, taking my balls into her mouth or licking my legs, swallowing me completely or lapping at the tip. 

This time, her orgasm came upon her quickly. She took me wholly into her mouth and there I would remain until it was over. She internally grasped my fingers just as she had done to my tongue before. I felt the rapid inner twitchings and quiverings as her orgasm swept through her. I watched my emerging and penetrating fingers while she again released her flow of silky cum. 

Just as her climax left her she slipped me from her mouth and turned, my wet fingers left her noisily. She faced me and said, "I want you inside me. Please go inside me."

Onto her back I placed her to begin the ultimate physical expression of our love. Her legs were obligingly parted and I knelt between them. I looked at her beautiful body once more, her gorgeous face, her crystal eyes, her flowing hair, her sensual lips, her soft skin, her wonderful breasts. My gaze continued down. I saw that her wet pink lips were so very open, completely exposing her opening that continually flowed with liquid anticipation. She was so truly beautiful.

My erect shaft was above her, still glistening with saliva. It dripped a golden string that touched her hard clitoris and slipped swiftly inside her. Reaching for me, she guided me down. I watched my throbbing member separate her further and so very slowly press ever deeper between her swollen lips. At the very deepest penetration we stopped as we had done many times before. We looked lovingly into each other's eyes. She clenched me and I responded equally, depositing and mixing our juices. I retracted slowly, watching my slickened shaft re-emerge to the very tip. Her pink inner folds clung to me as if to prevent me from leaving. Inward I quickly returned causing us both to gasp. Again I withdrew and thrust into her. Again and again I made love to my gorgeous wife with an ever-increasing pace, never losing track of the emotional bonds that made this so wonderful.

Faster and faster we met each other and raced to orgasm. She reached around and grabbed at my wet balls, holding them firmly and tickling my scrotum. I licked my finger and began rubbing her exposed clitoris. Her eyes finally closed from passionate surrender. She slid her hand from my balls until two fingers straddled my shaft. My entry into her now required the pressing past her fingers as well as between her guardian lips. Into her body she slipped her own fingers, sharing the tight wet space with me. In and out we both went together until she eventually withdrew and wildly and blindly attempted to find my mouth with her hand. Her imprecision only resulted in my face again being blessed with her juices until her fingers finally found their mark deep into my mouth. I sucked them ferociously while I still managed to massage her clitoris.

That was it. The massive assault on our senses achieved its goal. Over the falls we tumbled together. Into orgasmic bliss we plunged. Spasms and contractions were everywhere. Cum raced from us both and blended into a new wetness with a new feeling, a new color, a new texture, a new smell and assuredly a new taste. 

I collapsed upon my beloved. There we remained in deep embrace, still twitching, still pulsating, still seeping, still kissing, still hugging. We were still loving, long past the time when the feeble fireplace had gone dark. That fire was no longer necessary for a warmth of any kind.



Away From Home



This story is dedicated to my wonderful and loving husband, M. It is also my first submission to Literotica and any and all feedback and criticism you can provide will be gratefully accepted and considered. So please, let me hear from you...

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It's a long, late evening at the end of a long, late day. You're too tired to leave the hotel, too wound up to stay in the room. And the big empty bed just makes you think of me. 

You sit at the hotel bar, nursing your drink, reading the proposal you have to present in the morning. The late hour means everything is quiet, and you're too engrossed in your work to notice the stranger that just walked in and seated herself at the bar. 

It's the perfume you notice first. The scent glides silently in your direction and fills your nostrils. You look up and over and see the woman sitting there. She's beautiful in a non-descript, cookie-cutter sort of way. Honey blonde hair falling just past her shoulders, blue eyes, a pink, pouty mouth. You gaze down at her legs, and smile to yourself as you think how you know I'd love the shoes. Just before you turn back to your work, your eyes meet hers.

You skim through the papers in front of you but you don't really see anything. Instead, you see, in the back of your mind, something on the face of the woman sharing the bar. What was it? Was it really there? You hear me inside your head, see me beside you. "Look at her," I tell you. "You know you want to." You turn your head to glance over again and lock eyes with her once more. You're caught. You know it, she knows it. You hear me laugh. "Busted. Only one thing to do now," you hear me say. Then you feel my kiss on your cheek. "Go to her."

You watch each other for a few seconds. Without breaking the connection, you close the notebook in front of you with an audible snap, announcing that she now has your undivided attention. You pick up your glass and drain its contents. A shot of courage.

You carry your empty glass over to the barstool occupied by the woman. You order another round for you both. Then with that quick, easy smile of yours you casually introduce yourself. She and the bartender are oblivious to my presence. No one can see me or hear me but you. I move to the other side of her, put my face very close to hers as if I'm going to kiss her. The idea of it makes your breath catch. She looks at you with mild curiosity, wonders what you could be thinking. You clear your head of me, knowing I'll be back. 

The two of you continue to chat as strangers might. The time passes...minutes, an hour, then two. Eventually, you're talking and laughing as if you've known each other for years. You look at your watch and take note of the now very late hour. She watches you, knowing that the moment is upon you both. 

She's also been looking at the ring on your finger, wondering if it's going to be a problem. You look back at her, then hear me whisper in your ear, "Ask her. She'll say yes." 

Just as you begin to open your mouth she says, "I have an early flight to catch." She gingerly touches the ring on your left hand, my ring. "Just between the two of us," she says with a suggestive tone and expression " I'd rather not go back to my room alone tonight." 

She's leaning very close to you now, so close you can feel her breath on your cheek. You feel a slight build-up of heat in your loins at her suggestion. Then you tilt your head and kiss her. Nothing too dramatic, just a taste for you both. But a taste is enough. You feel me beside you again, hear my voice. "Take her," I say, as you feel my teeth graze your earlobe. "She wants you to fuck her. Give her what she wants."

You both stand. You guide her out of the bar with your hand on the small of her back. "If only you knew what the feel of your hand does to her," I say as I walk beside the two of you. You glance in my direction, and have to stifle a laugh at the coy smile I give you. "She's already getting wet. And she wants you to kiss her again. Desperately wants it." 

You get into the elevator. The doors close and you draw her to you with the hand that's still resting on her back. The other tangles in the hair at the back of her head as you bring your mouth to hers. You gently part her lips with your tongue, and hers mingles with yours in a dance that leaves her breathless. 

When you break the kiss her eyes are still closed, so you slide your hand down her arm and withdraw the key card from her hand, taking note of the room number on the paper sleeve. Her eyes open as the elevator doors do, and she lets out the breath she's been unconsciously holding. You smile at her, placing your hand at her back again, guiding her down the hall.

The light on the lock turns green and you push the door open, ushering her inside as you're right behind her. You stop just inside the door. She walks a few feet away from you, drops her handbag and jacket on the table near the window, and turns to face you. 

She never takes her eyes off of you as she starts to undress. She removes her clothes for you, so slowly it's agonizing. You can't take your eyes away as inch after inch of smooth, tan skin is ever so slowly revealed to you. 

Then she's in front of you, only inches away and she reaches down and takes both your hands in hers, pulls you further into the room. She stands very close to you. You can feel her breasts, her hard nipples, brushing your chest through your shirt. You circle her waist with your hands, hold her back from you to drink all of her in one more time. 

Then you pull her to you and kiss her, more aggressively this time as your desire for her has grown. Her mouth, her tongue, her body all feel foreign to you. She's not me. It catches you off guard. 

You think of pulling away, of leaving. She must sense it because she deepens the kiss, presses her body more completely to yours, urging you to stay. You feel my breath on the back of your neck, my lips brushing softly against you, my fingers run through the hair at the back of your head, "Don't worry my darling," you hear me say. "I'll be here with you always. Take her." 

Never taking your mouth from hers, you guide her to the bed, lay her down softly. Your hands begin to explore the terrain of her body, taking in all the subtle nuances and curves. You make mental notes of the places that make her sigh, that make her back arch, that make her fingers dig a little deeper into your flesh, promising yourself that you'll come back to all of them. 

You tear yourself away from her to stand and quickly undress. You want to feel her naked body against you. Out of the corner of your eye you see me, sitting in the chair on the other side of the room. I'm watching your interlude intently. Your earlier apprehension flashes across your face again, but is gone and forgotten with the sly smile and wink I give you. 

You claim her mouth again, savoring the taste of her, and the vibration of her lips as she moans when your fingers begin to tease her nipples. They're hard as stone and begging to be sucked. You kiss your way down to the first, leaving a fiery trail along her neck and collarbone where your lips have grazed her flesh. You take the tight, hard, nub into your mouth, holding it between your teeth, teasing it mercilessly with the very tip of your tongue. Her back arches, she groans. Then you take more of her breast into your mouth as your hand comes over to give the other the attention it craves. 

But you can't stay away from her mouth. You come back to it, your kiss deep and rough this time, and you feel her surrender to it. Your hand releases her breast and glides down her stomach, her hips, her thigh. Your mouth slides down and feasts on her neck as your hand then slides back up her thigh to cup her tight buttocks. You squeeze and kneed her perfect flesh, until your fingers come back around, seeking the wet heat between her thighs. 

You glance over to find me still in the chair, naked now, my hands on my own body where yours are on hers. You slide your fingers into her dripping wet hole, watching my fingers enter my own pussy at the same time. You feel the ache in your cock as you hear both of us moan. 

Your fingers probe inside her, seeking out the soft spot you know is there, wanting to intensify her pleasure. There's no doubt when you find it. Her body tenses, her inner walls cling to your fingers like a thousand little suction cups. Your thumb finds her clit and you play her body, inside and out, until she climaxes with a primal scream. 

You kiss and caress your way down her body, stopping at those places you've learned she loves for you to touch. You hear me whisper in your ear, "Taste her. I want to see your tongue fucking her." You look up, find my face incredibly close to yours. I've straddled her face, my own wet cunt just inches above, but she takes no notice. The site makes your already rigid cock jump. 

You tease her at first, flicking your tongue over her sex until her hands come to the back of your head and she presses your face into her. Your tongue finds its mark and twists and swirls its way into her depths. Her hips roll into your face as her cries become louder and more forceful. You replace your finger with her tongue and suck her clit into your mouth, teasing it until she's thrashing wildly, her second orgasm now eminent. "She tastes incredible doesn't she?" you hear me say, just as her juices flood your mouth. 

You can't wait any longer to be inside her. You come back to her mouth and let her savor her own flavor as both your tongues swirl together once again. You enter her ever so slowly, as her legs come up to wrap around your waist, allowing you to plunge even deeper. Your face buries in her neck and hair. Your strokes are slow and deep at first. You feel her fingers stroking lightly on your back, and then feel them digging and scraping your skin as your tempo increases and her desire grows. You pull out completely, run your cock along her clit. She groans and shudders. 

"She's close now, so very close," you hear me say. You look up. I'm lying next to her on the bed. You see me caressing her breast, flicking the nipple with my tongue. "Cum with her." It was all you needed. You plunge back into her, pounding her body like a jackhammer. You feel her muscles tighten around you and know she's on the brink as your own orgasm finally overcomes you. You cum together, her legs squeezing you tightly, her cunt milking your shaft. 

When you return home you take me immediately to our bed, and we recreate your night with her. You whisper to me of how she felt, of what you did to her, of having me with you, of the things I said to you. We cum together, my legs squeezing you tightly my cunt milking your shaft. You sleep soundly in my arms, so very glad to be home.

I look forward to the next time you're out of town.



Home 04: Away From Home



The ache in her heart was tangible. She stood in the dark wings, watching the beautiful woman singing on the stage, and tried to ignore the painful throbbing in her chest. Her heart was heavy. Its weight smothered her. Her eyes were focused on the slim woman moving in the soft bath of the spotlight, but the brunette was not on her mind. Her heart ached for a small blonde woman with big green eyes and two beautiful children living in a tiny apartment on the opposite side of the state.

The performer finished one song and paused to sip some water from a bottle while the audience cheered. Her dark eyes flitted to the wings of the stage and found Raegan Hall leaning against the wall. Rae forced a smile onto her face and gave Erin McAllister a thumbs-up. The smile did not reach her eyes even though she was pleased with the performance and the audience's reaction to the twenty-two year old woman standing on the stage. 

Rae and her best friend had discovered McAllister singing in a bar on the outskirts of Nashville and working in an Old Navy store to pay the bills ten months ago. McAllister had hypnotized Rae and all the patrons of the bar with her tight jeans, mesmerizing hips, and lilting voice. Rae had ended up fleeing the spell that night, her raging hormones competing with the love that burned for her girlfriend.

Thoughts of Tara Myers couldn't even bring a smile to Rae's lips tonight. It was Tara's fault that loneliness choked her. Though they had been together for nearly a year, a great chasm yawned between them. The physical distance between them seemed insurmountable. Obstacles kept popping into their path. They had to find a house. Tara's parents had not taken the news well. Then the baby had come.

The baby could make Rae grin. The corner of her mouth lifted just a touch as she thought about holding the tiny little girl. Rachel's skin was soft like velvet and she smelled like spring time. Whenever she visited her girlfriend, Rae sat in the rocker with Rachel's tiny fist wrapped around her finger and just stared at the miracle she couldn't believe was part of her life.

It was Tara's fault that Rae couldn't be with Rachel and Will all the time. The tour with Erin McAllister was supposed to take Rae's mind off of the empty house sitting in a suburb of Nashville waiting for Tara. The baby was four months old. She should be sleeping in the crib on the second floor beside the master bedroom. Five year old Will should be playing in the floor beside his race car bed. Rae had spent a lot of time and money on the house, wanting it to be a home when Tara was ready to come.

But Tara kept finding excuses not to come. It angered Rae's best friend. Beth insisted that Tara would never move. She thought that Tara was using Rae and worried about Rae ending up hurt. Rae accepted Tara's reasons, but that did nothing to combat her loneliness or frustration. 

Erin McAllister didn't help matters, either. She was a constant distraction for Rae and Beth had encouraged it since they had first heard her perform. The tour had been Beth's idea. She'd booked McAllister at every county fair in the western half of the state and then suggested that Rae travel with the young woman. Rae had argued, afraid of the temptation McAllister presented, but Beth had convinced their boss that a studio escort was necessary for Capitol Records' next star. McAllister had insisted on Rae.

McAllister had taken Rae's breath away the day she'd walked into the studio to audition. There had been a spark the night Rae had watched the young woman perform in the bar, but when Erin had walked into the studio wearing a long skirt with a wild print and a wispy peasant blouse, Rae's mouth had gone dry. Beth had done the talking while Rae had gained her composure. Erin's eyes had been focused on Rae's face as she had responded to Beth's questions, unnerving Rae even more. When Beth had finished her spiel and looked at Rae, her expression had been smug. Rae had cleared her throat and quickly walked toward the sound booth where Erin would perform for the decision-makers at Capitol Records. 

Just before they had left Erin in the booth alone, the young woman had leaned over to whisper loud enough for only Rae to hear, "You'll be watching?"

"We'll be in the booth with Mr. Hanson," Rae had answered, relieved that she could finally trust her voice to form words without betraying her body's desire. Rae had stepped away quickly, intoxicated by the scent of McAllister's skin. In the recording booth, Rae had taken a seat at the microphone between Hanson and the technician. She'd pulled the intercom to her mouth. "All right, Ms. McAllister, we're ready. As Beth told you, we're going to record you singing today and we'll use the demo tape to help us determine whether we should sign you."

Erin had licked her lips and given Rae and the other executives a glistening smile. Rae barely knew the girl, but she had easily read the smile. There was no question in Erin McAllister's mind if Capitol Records would sign her. Confidence poured from her body language, her smile, and her voice. Rae sat in the booth without looking at McAllister, scribbling marketing notes on a legal pad while Erin pulled the executives into her spellbinding performance. 

As the tape reels captured Erin's talented voice, a vibration distracted Rae. She glanced at the display screen on her mobile telephone and frowned when she recognized her lover's number. She flipped it open and covered her mouth so she would not disturb those listening to the singer. "Hey, baby. What's up?" she whispered.

"I'm sorry, honey," Tara answered. Rae tensed as she recognized tears in her girlfriend's voice. "I hope I didn't bother you at work. I'm in labor."

Rae sprang to her feet, dropping her legal pad. "What?" she shouted, forgetting the others in the room. Someone hissed at her and she quickly made her way out the door. "You're not due for another three weeks."

"I know, but I was hurting all morning. I went to the doctor and he says it's for sure. I wouldn't call if I thought it was false labor, honey."

Rae was walking toward her office, her mind clicking at rapid speed. "It's all right, sweetheart. Dammit, I told you I wanted you here so I wouldn't be so far away."

"Can you come?" Tara asked in a weak, pleading voice that tore at Rae's heart.

"Yes, baby. I'll be there in a few hours, just hold on. I'll be there."

"I love you," Tara cried.

"I love you, too, sweetheart. I'll be there." Rae looked up as Beth entered the office with a frown on her face. "I'll be there," she repeated. "Call your Momma to come be with you until I get there."

She snapped the phone to a close and began throwing things into her briefcase without looking at her best friend. "Tara's in labor," she announced. "I've got to go."

"Does this mean she'll be with you when you come home?"

"I don't know. I hope so."

"She's running out of excuses."

"I know," she answered, kissing Beth's cheek. "I'll call you."

The four hour trip from Nashville to her hometown where still Tara lived was the longest block of time of Rae's life. She couldn't push her car fast enough. She didn't even have anyone she could contact during the long trip. When she finally arrived at the hospital, she ran into the waiting room without knowing if Tara had already had the baby. 

Her eyes scanned the waiting room as she made her way to the nurse's desk. From the corner of her eye, she saw Tara's father rise slowly. He glowered at his daughter's girlfriend. Rae felt the tension radiating from him but attempted to ignore it. "Tara Myers?" she asked the nurse.

"Raegan?" a soft voice said. Rae turned to see Tara's mother standing nearby. Rae stepped toward Jane Roding, trying to hide her own tension. Jane stared at her daughter's lover for a long moment before lowering her eyes. "She's been asking for you." She turned and walked away. Rae hesitated before stepping away from the nurse to follow the older woman. Jane was waiting at a door. She pointed to the number. "You'll need to wash," she said in a defeated tone.

"Is everything all right?" Rae demanded as the mother prepared to push the door to Tara's room open.

Jane paused, finally lifting her eyes to Rae's face. "I thought it would pass, this ridiculous feeling that my daughter seems to have for you. She's not mentioned you very much, but she's cried for you all night. Raegan, I don't want to lose my daughter."

"You won't lose her because she loves me."

"You're taking her away."

"I'm taking her to a better life, Mrs. Roding. One room in the house where we will live is bigger than that apartment she calls home right now. She'll not want for anything. Will and the baby will have the best schooling I can give them. Tara can stay home with the kids. She won't have to work. Along with my love, I'm giving her a better life."

"Better? What about harder? What about the hatred she is going to face because she has chosen to be . . . chosen this lifestyle?"

"Nothing could be harder for her than the way you treated her when you found out. Strangers are nothing compared to family hating her. And sometimes, it's harder to be something your not alone than to be yourself with someone you love. I'm going to go wash up so I can be with the woman I love while she brings our child into the world."

Rae trembled as she scrubbed her hands and changed into the hospital-provided scrubs. She had been in the lifestyle for nine years. Tara was new to the world's reactions to homosexuality. In the nine years that Rae had been accepting her sexuality and living with her college sweetheart Jamie, Tara had been married to Billy Myers and having fantasies that she didn't understand. Billy's car wreck had set Tara free to explore those fantasies. Rae had tried to push the beautiful woman away, but when Tara had shown up in Nashville on New Year's Eve, Rae had been helplessly lost.

She slipped into the delivery room. Jane Roding was mopping Tara's brow and whispering soft assurances to her daughter. Rae swallowed with difficulty before edging into Tara's line of vision. "Hey, darlin'" she said softly.

"Rae, you made it," Tara answered breathlessly, the air escaping her lungs as a contraction passed. She extended her hand toward Rae. Rae quickly took it, pressing her lips to the warm flesh. "You made it."

"I promised you that I would," Rae answered, bending to touch her lips to Tara's forehead. In that moment, Erin McAllister was the farthest thing from Raegan's mind as her heart filled with love for Tara and Will and the baby about to be born. 

Rae had held Tara's hand through the long labor, wiping the sweat from her brow and encouraging her lover through each difficult contraction with words of love. As the baby had pushed her way into the bright world, Rae had stood dumbfounded at the miracle unfolding in front of her. When the doctor handed her the scissors to cut the cord, tears had blurred her vision. She was holding the little girl in her arms when Tara had whispered the name Rachel. Gazing at Tara as she held tiny little Rachel, Rae felt more complete than she ever had in her life. 

Finally, things seemed to be going in Raegan's favor. She took Tara and Rachel to Tara's little apartment. They began packing Tara's belongings with the intent of all of them returning to Nashville together. Rae's spirits had soared. Her home was going to be full of her new family and full of love. Lying at Tara's side at night, while her lover nursed the new baby, Rae's heart was so full that she thought it would explode from her chest.

On the stage in Jackson, Tennessee, seven hours away from Tara Myers, Erin McAllister finished another song and basked in the thunderous applause from the crowd. The young woman glowed from the attention. Her name was being spread from county to county as they made their way across the state. People were starting to come just to hear the new artist. McAllister loved being the center of attention. Ecstasy from the whistles and cheers was written across her face.

She waved and jogged off the stage, the roar of the crowd following her into the wings where Rae stood. She threw her arms around her publicist, laughing merrily. "This just keeps getting better and better," she said as the hug lingered. Her smell, a mix of shampoo and sweat from the hot lights, tickled Raegan's nose. Rae breathed deeply, feeling her blood warm as Erin's small breasts pushed against her body, and wrapped her arms around Erin's waist.

The crowd continued to cheer as Erin kissed Rae on the lips and turned in the stunned circle of the older woman's arms. She placed her hands over Rae's, not allowing the embrace to break, as she stared onto the stage. "Should I go back out there?"

Rae's mind spun as she struggled to order her thoughts. She had never been one to be governed by her hormones, but Erin constantly kept her off-kilter. She inhaled against McAllister's hair, her senses reeling. Erin's firm rear rubbed against the front of Rae's hips, sending electric ripples through her insides. She felt her nipples tighten and rub against Erin's back, the dual sensations competing with Rae's rationale. 

Erin turned her head to glance at her publicist from the corner of her eye. The corner of her mouth turned upward with a knowing grin. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue and lowered her voice. "Should I give an encore?"

Rae still stared for a moment, trying to interpret McAllister's words. She finally pulled her hands free and stepped back, breaking all physical contact with her tormenter. "Yes," she answered, her voice weak. She cleared her throat and tried again, waving Erin toward the stage. "Yes. Go. They love you."

Erin blew Rae a kiss and ran back onto stage. The crowd roared with delight as Erin waved and bowed. Rae tried to think of the woman as dollar signs. She would gain popularity quickly and make lots of money for Capitol Records. Erin was a client. Rae needed to remember that.

Perhaps if other obstacles hadn't appeared in Tara's path to Nashville, Rae wouldn't be struggling with her attraction to Erin McAllister. At the end of Rachel's first week, Rae had left for Nashville with a car load of her lover's belongings. Rae planned to come home every weekend until Tara's doctor cleared her, and then Tara, Will, and Rachel would come to Nashville to stay. Rae had been satisfied that her family would be with her in two months.

She walked away from the stage as she thought about the disappointment that had overwhelmed her in the last few months. Recently, it seemed Rae's whole life revolved around telephone calls. Tara had called to tell her about the baby coming, and then about being cleared, but before the music executive could absorb that news, Tara had called again. By the time Rae had gotten Tara to stop crying enough that she could be understood, Rae had known the news would not be good. 

"Anna and Joe, they're going to take the kids," Tara sobbed, struggling to catch her breath as she spoke.

"Who are Anna and Joe, baby?" Rae demanded, her brow creased and her heart pounding as she tried to make sense of her lover's disconnected words.

"Billy's parents. They want to take my kids away from me. Raegan, I can't let them. I can't lose Will and Rachel. I can't lose my children."

"Slow down, darlin'. Nobody is going to take the children from you. I want you to take a deep breath and tell me why they want to take the kids."

"I told them we were moving. I told them about you. They said if I tried to take the kids to Nashville to live with a . . . to live with another woman, that they would take me to court for custody."

Watching Erin McAllister capture the attention of the crowd, Rae felt her anger rising again. Her muscles tensed and her hands tightened into fists. She dug her fingernails into her palms, attempting to absorb the pain in her heart. Tara's formers' threats had paralyzed the young mother. She was afraid to come to Nashville, so Rae was left alone in the home she had bought for Tara and Will and Rachel.

Erin finished her encore and Rae joined in the thunderous applause. She painted a smile on her face for McAllister's benefit as the woman waved to her audience and took several bows. She made her way slowly off stage, enjoying every last minute of the attention. When she reached the wings, she leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath. Rae studied her from a distance. Erin's cheeks were flushed with excitement. Her forehead and chest glistened with sweat from the exercise of performing. If she looked closely, Rae could see the outline of her client's nipples against the ribbed material of her tight top. 

Rae tried not to look too closely.

With a smile, Erin stood and walked toward her manager. She laid her palms on Rae's shoulders, sliding them slowly down her back as she stepped closer. She didn't press herself to Rae, but kept a few inches between them. The distance was electrified. Erin lifted her face toward Rae, her breath warm and her lips slightly parted. "I want you to take me out tonight," she whispered. "I want to go out and dance and I want you to get me drunk."

Rae licked her lips, Erin's inviting mouth filling her vision. "I hardly think that's appropriate."

"Oh, come on, Rae. We're on this tour and the crowds love me, but we go to the hotel every night. I need to go party tonight, and you are going to take me." She pushed away from Rae and jogged down the steps to greet her fans. She would autograph pictures and pose for photographs and when her first CD hit the stores, they would remember her and buy it. She would be an instant success and owed it all to Rae and Beth. 

Rae had no choice but to follow. She watched from the sidelines as Erin interacted with each person in line. She smiled and flirted with each person, weaving her spell on people who had maybe heard her single on the radio before coming to the concert but likely had only shown up for the free entertainment. McAllister could enthrall them from the stage and enrapture them one-on-one. If the executives at Capitol Records could see the young artist at work, they would sign her to an air-tight multi-year contract immediately. 

The line dwindled to nothing and Erin turned to flash her smile at Rae. She tilted her head, peering at Rae with a knowing look. She swayed as she closed the distance. "Let's celebrate," she whispered as she passed Rae. She continued walking, confident that Rae's eyes were on her, until she reached the van that carried their equipment. Two locals were loading the van and falling over themselves to catch her attention. Rae sighed wearily before stepping into the office to settle with the fair manager.

The music in the dark bar was loud and throbbing. The crowd dancing on the floor moved in and out of the shadows created by flashing colored lights and spinning sparkles. Raegan was moving in time with the beat of the music pounding out of the jukebox speakers, Erin dancing just a few feet in front of her. Erin's skin glistened as her body spun and rocked. Her eyes, locked with Rae's, glowed with contagious enthusiasm and energy. Strangers jostled against Rae and pushed Erin closer to her manager. They were lost in the crowd of bodies gyrating wildly to the thumping rhythm. 

Rae attempted not to notice the way that Erin's top clung to her curves. Lights reflected in her skin and her emerald eyes. Each movement brought the duo into contact and Rae tried to ignore the way her body responded to each light brush of skin against skin. Each encounter sent an electrical spark coursing through Rae's body, causing her muscles to tighten and fireworks to explode in her head. She struggled not to acknowledge that her body had never responded in that way to Jamie in the seven years they had been together. She didn't think of Tara. The music changed, the heavy beat fading into more docile tones. Couples began forming on the dance floor, bodies pressing close together for the slow song. Erin and Rae stopped moving and fixed their eyes upon one another. Rae licked her suddenly dry lips and wished for another drink. Erin closed the distance and slowly slid her arms around Rae's shoulders. The singer lifted her eyes to Rae's face. Her warm breath broke the spell that had captivated Rae. Rae took a step away, knocking Erin's hands away. "Dance with me," Erin whispered, stepping close again.




Home 04: Away From Home



"No," Rae insisted, shaking her head and stepping back again. "No. I can't."

The smile on Erin's red lips was intoxicating. "I know you want to, Rae. Why do you resist?"

Rae wanted to deny Erin's claim, but instead she searched her mind for a reason that the singer would believe. "My job is to protect your career," Rae finally replied.

"My career? That has to be the lamest excuse I've ever heard," Erin laughed, pressing to Rae.

Rae shook her head. "Your audience. You'll kill your career before it takes off." 

"What are you talking about? You are rambling. Dance with me."

"You want to make a career of country music," Rae persisted. "If word gets out that you are dancing with a woman, your conservative audience will reject you."

Erin tilted her head, a smile on her glossy lips. "So your rejection is for my best interest and not yours." She laid her arm across Rae's shoulder, toying with the taller woman's short hair. "For some reason, I don't buy that. I see it in your eyes every time you look at me, Rae. You want me, but you keep your distance. You don't have to keep it professional. I want you, too."

Rae pushed Erin's arm away, holding the wrists of the other woman in her hands and forcing her to look in her eyes. "This has nothing to do with desire, Erin. Country music is not ready for an openly gay woman. Establish your fan base, make a few records, and then we'll decide if they'll accept you coming out. If you are out before your fist CD hits the shelf, Capitol Records will buy out your contract. I know about desire, but I also know this business. I'm going to go buy myself another drink."

Rae released Erin and crossed to the bar, where she held up one long finger to signal she wanted another beer. She didn't drink often and already felt the beginnings of a headache from what she had consumed tonight. She didn't hesitate to down the drink, though. This was penance. A hangover tomorrow when she was taking Erin McAllister to the next little town's county fair would remind her of the foolishness of tonight's sins.

She turned to face the dance floor, leaning casually against the bar as her eyes skimmed the moving bodies to find her young charge. The slow song had ended and the beat had picked up again. A crowd surrounded Erin as she gave herself to the music. Men and women encircled her, each jostling to be closest to the lithe body. Rae understood their desire. It also offered her some comfort. Erin was a siren, a magnet. Everyone was drawn to her. Rae was not alone in her struggle to resist the artist.

When the music changed again, a tall, broad-shouldered cowboy sidled up to Erin. He leaned close to whisper in her ear. She laughed and slid her arms around his neck. He put his strong arms around her waist and pulled her close. Rae told herself that the surge of emotion shooting through her was born of protectiveness, not jealousy. She ordered another beer to reward herself.

By the time they left the club, Rae had a steady buzz coursing through her that she knew she would regret tomorrow. Erin had danced all night, celebrating her success as a musician and teasing Rae with every movement of her body. Erin clung to Rae as they walked back to the hotel, hugging her manager's arm between her breasts. Rae smiled easily as they strolled in and out of the shadows and brightness of the street lights. 

They tried to be quiet as they walked down the hall to Erin's room, but in their drunken state, their attempts to be quiet only resulted in laughter. At the door, Rae took the keycard and attempted to slide it into the slot, but missed it twice. Erin started giggling again and Rae placed a finger against the girl's lips in an effort to silence her. The action changed the atmosphere. Their eyes met and Erin stretched upward, pressing her lips to Rae's. Rae did not resist the kiss, sliding her arms around Erin's waist as she tilted her head to deepen the embrace. Her tongue danced along Erin's lips until the singer opened her mouth. They explored each other's mouths with swirling tongues, tasting and touching behind teeth and along the roof of mouths and against tongues. Erin's arms came around Rae's shoulders, pressing herself closer to the taller woman as she sucked on lips and tongue. 

When they finally broke for air, there was no giggling. Rae turned in Erin's arms and slipped the keycard into the slot on the first try. Everything was suddenly crisp and clear. The door opened and they walked into the dark room without breaking contact. Immediately, they returned to their embrace, their mouths hungry for one another, starving from the months of unsatisfied craving. Rae pressed Erin to the wall as she delved deeper into the girl's mouth, lips sucking and teeth scraping hungrily.

They were all hands as the kiss continued. Erin pulled Rae's shirt from her jeans, her fingernails scratching against bare flesh. Rae gripped Erin's butt, bunching the material of the tight denim skirt until the girl's bare bottom was exposed. Erin worked at opening the buttons of Rae's shirt as she opened her legs in invitation. Rae groaned into Erin's mouth at the overwhelming temptation.

It was Erin that finally broke the kiss. She slipped away from Rae, touching her trembling finger to Rae's lips with a teasing smile. "Don't move," she whispered. Rae watched as Erin took something from her suitcase and disappeared into the bathroom.

Rae was panting for breath. She ran both hands through her hair and held her head for a moment, trying to focus her jumbled thoughts without success. She crossed the room and stared out the window, pressing her face to the glass. The air conditioner made the pane cool and it felt good on her flushed flesh.

When music started playing, Rae jumped, startled from her momentary reprieve. She turned and saw Erin standing in the lamp light and suddenly wondered why she hadn't left the room when she'd had the chance. Erin was wearing a red lace negligee that barely brushed the tops of her thighs. Her breasts were spilling over the bust of the lingerie and Rae could see the girl's hard nipples outlined against the cups.

Erin closed the distance slowly, a curious smile on her lips. "You owe me a dance," she said in a low, husky voice. Helplessly, Rae moved into the woman's waiting arms, stepping close and sliding her hands to Erin's hips. Her palms moved over the girl's body in reverence. They began moving to the music, taking small steps as their hands caressed each other. Rae's hands explored Erin's thighs and hips and buttocks. Erin's hands worked the last of Rae's buttons open. When the music on the radio changed, the timing of their movements changed, but the distance between them did not.

Rae was looking down into Erin's face and Erin was gazing up. Their breath mingled and they kept leaning in for kisses that they never took. The teasing intensified their desire. Rae could feel it pulling at her. It burned deep inside her. Her hands moved up to cup Erin's breasts, feeling the hard points press into her palms. Her fingers glided over the tan flesh peeking above the bodice of the gown. Erin sighed and pushed Rae's shirt off her shoulders, trailing her fingernails over the newly exposed skin.

Rae's hands returned to Erin's thighs, sliding up them slowly. The tips of her fingers moved over the underwear that matched the negligee. Erin bowed her head and moved her mouth over Rae's chest, licking and sucking above her plain white bra. Rae closed her eyes and sighed softly, whispering the only word that came to mind. "Tara."



Away From Home



It was his last day out of town. Eric headed for straight for the hotel bar.

"Having the usual?" the bartender asked.

"Sure thing, Max." Eric chuckled to himself. "I guess coming here for a week every year for the last five years makes you a regular." 

Eric glanced around as he nursed his beer. "Looks like the same crowd," he thought. But one person was missing. "Where is she? I know I heard her saying she would be here one more night."

"Leaving tomorrow?" Max asked.

"Huh?"

"Leaving tomorrow?" he repeated.

"Sorry, got lost in thought. Yep headed home" Eric replied as he glanced around again.

Max couldn't help but smile. He knew who Eric was looking for. He too had noticed she was later than normal. He had been watching them both all week. He had seen it before. They were obviously meant for each other.

An hour had passed. Eric had given up. The beauty he had been obsessing over all week had obviously left early. He downed what was left of his beer and tossed a twenty on the bar.

"Thanks Max. It's been nice talking to you. See you next year."

"Where you goin'?" Max asked as he set another beer down. "You got one more...from the lady!" Max smiled as he motioned to the end of the bar.

Eric's heart skipped a beat when he saw her. She was even more beautiful than the previous nights. Eric took her all in. He couldn't help but stare. Tonight she was dressed in a short black skirt and low cut blouse. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her green eyes sparkled in the dim bar light. There was a slight stir in his pants when he took notice of her innocently dangling one of her heels from her nylon covered feet. Nylons or stockings? Eric couldn't help but wonder.

"Well, are you going to stare all night or are you going to talk to her?"

"Jesus Max, I'm a married man!"

"I said talk, not fuck! She's had her eye on you all week. And I've seen the way you look at her when she walks in here."

Eric hesitated. "You're right. Talk...what can it hurt?"

"That's the spirit! Besides, you owe her at least a 'thank you' for the drink."

Eric had never done anything like this before. He was happily married for ten years now. He was not the type to have a wondering eye. But there was something about her. Something intriguing. He had to talk to her. He swallowed hard, picked up his drink and headed to the opposite end of the bar.

She shifted in her seat as he approached. Her skirt rose just enough for Eric to catch a quick glimpse of the garter straps holding up her stockings. Fuck! Stockings! He had to fight to keep his cock from jumping to full attention. They were his one weakness!

"Thanks for the drink. I'm Eric. Mind if I join you?" he said as he approached her.

"Sure...but I didn't buy you a drink."

Eric looked back across the bar at Max puzzled. Max only smiled and winked.

"He set me up!" Eric murmured.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, sorry,..Nothing. I'm Eric."

"So you've said" she giggled. "Let's grab a table. It would be more comfortable. It's getting a little crowded up here."

"Sure. What are you having?" he asked. "I'll get you another and be right over."

"Vodka and cranberry."

Eric headed for the bar as she found them a table in the back corner of the room.

"Max...What the fuck!?"

"Look, I've seen it before. You two look like you were meant for each other. You just needed a little help. Here's her drink, extra vodka...Now go! Enjoy your last night here. Twenty bucks says I'm right"

Eric shook his head as he grabbed the drink and headed for the table. "Just talk," he told himself..."Just talk."

"Here you go. It might be a little strong. I think Max is up to something."

"I'm sure it's fine" she said with a smile. The candle light from the table made her eyes sparkle and her freshly applied red lip gloss shine.

"So, what brings you here?" he asked as he sat down across from her.

"Business," she replied and smiled coyly. "And you?"

"Business," he said as he fidgeted nervously in his seat. 

Minutes of small talk turned into hours. Eric glanced at his watch. It was after eleven. He couldn't believe it was getting so late.

"In a hurry to go somewhere?" she asked as she rubbed her stocking covered foot up his leg.

Eric jumped slightly banging his knee off the underside of the table. He could feel his face redden with embarrassment.

"Well, I have a flight to catch in the morning and..."

"And what?" she interrupted as she took it a step further and began rubbing the bulge in his pants with her foot.

Eric jumped again. Looking down he noticed her perfect French pedicure peeking through her stockings. This cock strained against his pants ready to burst through the zipper.

"I...I...need to get some sleep," he stammered.

"Sleep?! That's what planes are for! Have another drink with me....Please!"

"I...I...I can't. But it has been a pleasure talking to you."

Eric tried to hide the bulge in his pants as he headed to the bar to one again settle his bill. "Fuck you Max. See you next year," he said as he threw a twenty on the bar.

"Trust me Eric!" Max said with a laughed as he picked up the money. "I know what I'm doin'. Double or nothing if I'm wrong!? Looks like she's done a number on you already!"

Eric could only shake his head as he left the bar and headed for the lobby. The elevator doors opened as he approached. "Eric!" he heard someone call. He knew it was her. He had to get away before it went any further. He quickly entered the elevator and hit the close door button. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief as the elevator doors closed. He closed his eyes. He could still smell her perfume. He could still see her beautiful face. The image of her stocking covered foot massaging his cock through his pants was burned in his mind. The 'ding' of the elevator brought him back to reality. He headed down the hall anxious to get to his room and get this night behind him. As he approached is room, he reached in his pocket for his key, but it was gone. "Fuck!" he murmured. "Well, looks like I'm headed back down."

The elevator reached the lobby. Eric held his breath as the door opened and cautious peered around. She was gone. He headed for the front desk hoping to get a new key and make a quick escape back to his room, but there was no one there. He rang the bell and anxiously scanned the lobby. "Fuck! Where are you?" he murmured as he strained to see behind the counter. The front desk clerk was nowhere to be seen. He rang the bell a second time and again scanned the lobby.

"Can I help you?" the clerk asked.

"Fuck! Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!" he said as he whorled around.

"Sorry sir. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Um, yes...I seem to have misplaced my key."

"No problem, what room?"

"618" he replied, still scanning the lobby.

"Is everything ok sir?" the clerk asked.

"Yes, I'm just in a hurry. Trying to avoid someone..."

"It will just be a second sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yes, hurry the fuck up," he thought. "No, should be everything," he replied with a forced smile.

"Ok, there you go, sir. You have a good night."

"It's too late for that," he mumbled as he took the key and headed for the elevator.

It was a long ride to the sixth floor. The door opened and he cautiously peered around. Seeing no one, he let out another sigh of relief. "This is silly," he said to himself as he headed down the hall to his room. "This is the last time I let Max pull that trick!"

Eric slid the key in the electronic lock. The lock clicked and he partially opened the door. He took one last look around and slipped inside the darkened room. He closed the door and locked both locks as he propped his head against the door. He stayed there for a moment collecting his thoughts.

"What a night," he said as he turned on the room light.

"It's about time! I've been waiting here forever!"

"What the!?"

"You dropped this," she said holding up his room key. "I tried to stop you but you didn't hold the elevator. Max was kind enough to tell me what room you were in. The least I could do was return it. I mean you did buy me a drink and all."

"Damn it Max! What did you get me in to?" he mumbled to himself. 

"Look, I'm a happily married man..." he began to protest.

"I'm happily married too. We were just talking, right? I was enjoying your company."

"I was enjoying your company too, but..." Eric stopped himself mid-sentence.

"But what?"

"But you were two seconds away from making me cum in my pants, that's what," he thought.

"But what?" she repeated

She was right. But what? Just because he was married, was he not allowed to talk to another woman? Maybe he had imagined what happened at the bar. He did have quite a few beers before Max brought him the "drink from her".

"But I don't even know your name."

"Tess," she replied. "Nice to meet you...again!" she said as she sat down on the bed. "Well, I'm here now, and it's still a little early, how about some more company?" she asked.

"Sure, why not," he said as he sat down across from Tess on the bed propping himself against the headboard.

"Mind if I make myself comfortable?" she asked as she kicked off her heels. "It's been a long stressful week. How about a foot rub between two new friends?" she said as she slid further down towards the foot of the bed and threw her feet into his lap. "I'll make it worth your while," she said with a devilish grin.

"What happened to just talking?" he asked as he started to rub her stocking covered feet.

"We'll get back to the talking when you are done. Right now, less talk, more foot rub. I have a week's worth of stress to get rid of."

Eric laughed as he continued to rub her feet. "So what's in it for me?" he asked.

"I haven't decided yet, but I'm sure you will like it," she said with the same devilish grin. "Less talk, more rub."

As Eric continued the foot rub, he again noticed the perfect French pedicure threw the thin material of her stockings. His cock began to swell with excitement. Maybe he hadn't imagined the earlier incident.

"Looks like someone else is enjoying the foot rub as much as I am!" Tess giggled.

Eric turned ever shade of red imaginable. "I'm sorry," he said as he quickly got off the bed.

"Don't be sorry...and don't stop! I didn't say we both couldn't enjoy a foot rub, did I?"

Eric hesitated for a moment before rejoining her on the bed and continuing where he left off.

Eric tried not to look at her feet, but she had nailed two of his weaknesses...French pedicures and stockings. As much as he tried to resist, he couldn't. His cock grew harder by the second. He thought of everything he could to keep bursting through his pants. In his quest to do so, he lost track of exactly what he was doing. Whatever he was doing, he was doing it right. Tess started to ever so slightly moan. "I must be hearing things," he thought. He managed to pull his eyes away from her feet. Tess's eyes were closed; she was completely lost in the moment. Eric continued to massage her aching feet. Her breathing got shallower, her moans got louder. Then suddenly, without warning, Tess screamed in pleasure, "FUCK! DON'T STOP, GOD DAMN IT, DON'T STOP! I'M FUCKING CUMMING! FUCK...FUCK...FUCK!"

Now it was Tess's turn to blush. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I've never done that before!"

Eric chucked. "Neither have I...I did realize I was that good at foot massages!"

Eric continued to rub and caress her feet. It took Tess a few minutes to come down from her high. Reality must have hit her like a ton of bricks. She suddenly jumped up and headed for the bathroom. 

"You ok?" Eric asked. 

"I'm fine. I just need a moment," she said as she closed the door.

Tess stood at the sink and stared in the mirror. "What have I done?" she asked herself. Her pussy began to ache as she stood there thinking about what just happened. She needed more. She needed to be fucked! She knew what she needed to do. And she was going to start by taking whatever was in those pants out there in her mouth and swallowing every last drop of cum it had to offer!

Tess freshened her makeup and put on more red lip gloss. She loved wearing lip gloss when she went down on a man. She loved to see the rings it left on his cock each time she went down on him. It was like a game to her. A game to see how much she could get in her mouth and how many tries it took to take the whole thing.

Tess admired herself in the mirror. "Now to make sure he can't resist," she thought to herself. Tess quickly removed her blouse. Her nipples were standing at attention and straining against the lacy material of her bra. She couldn't her but play with her breasts. Her 36B breasts were by no means large, but in her opinion, perfect. As she stood there playing with her breasts, massaging her aching nipples, she suddenly realized there was someone else there to get back to. She quickly undid the zipper and shimmed out if her skirt. Again, she stood there admiring herself in the mirror. Her long sexy legs encased in silk. "Damn," she thought. "I want to fuck myself! There is no way he can resist!"

There was a knock on the door. "Tess, everything ok in there?"

"It is now!" she said as she opened the door.

Eric was speechless. There before him wearing only her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings was the brown haired beauty he had just met a few hours earlier in the bar downstairs.

"Told you I would make it worth your while," she said as she pushed him backwards through the room to the bed. Eric wanted to resist, but couldn't. His mind was racing, trying to make sense of what was happening. Eric bumped the edge of the bed and lost his balance. Tess seized the opportunity and gave him a playful nudge causing him to sit down. "Now it's my turn to relieve your stress," she said as she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Tess leaned in as if to kiss him, but instead whispered in his ear "Just relax. It's ok. We're still just talking."

Tess slowly unbuttoned Eric's shirt as she rubbed his muscular chest. She could feel his heart beating rapidly. "Just relax," she said again. "And enjoy...I know I will!" Eric closed his eyes, hoping he would soon wake up from this dream that was quickly becoming a nightmare. He was a married man. This had gone much further than just talking. This was wrong, and he knew it. Yet, something just felt so right. Maybe Max was right. Maybe they were meant for each other.

With the final button undone, Tess allowed him to sit up, but only long enough to take his shirt the rest of the way off before again pushing him back onto the bed. Again she leaned in as if to kiss him. Tess could feel his cock straining under her. It had been so long since she had been with a man. She gently started to rock back and forth on his cock. Eric moaned slightly as she whispered in his ear "You're doing great. You're starting to relax." Her warm breath sent shivers down his spine. It was getting to be too much. Eric reached to push her off him, but she quickly grabbed his arms and pinned him down. She rocked harder on his cock as she sucked his ear lobe. Eric was seconds from shooting his load in his pants when she suddenly cried out in pleasure. "FUUUCCCKKK!" Tess had cum again soaking her panties. She collapsed on top of him. "God that felt good," she said coming down from the high of another intense orgasm. "Sorry...I promise you're next!"

Tess lay on top of Eric, lightly kissing and caressing his neck. Eric never said a word. He was too lost in the moment to care anymore. She could sense he had given in. She knew she had him. Now she could get to work on him. "Don't move, I'll be right back," she said as she got up and headed for the bathroom once again. Eric didn't move a muscle. In his mind, he had gone too far, past the point of no return. He might as well finish the journey.

Tess returned with something in her hand.

"What's that?"

"Just a little game I like to play. You'll see," she said as she smiled at him.

Tess didn't waste any time undoing Eric's belt. Eric lifted himself up slightly and helped her lower is pants and boxers. Her eyes widened. "This is going to be a challenge," she said. She had never seen a cock as big as Eric's. As much as she wanted to take his entire length in her mouth right then, she forced herself to hold back. She wanted to tease him just a little. She wanted to coax the biggest load she could right from the start.

"A challenge?" he asked.

"A challenge," she repeated as she took the lip gloss from the bathroom and applied more. "I like to see how many rings it takes before I can get the whole thing in my mouth. THIS is going to be a challenge!"

Tess started to tease him with a few light kiss to the head of his enormous cock. She giggled at the lip gloss rings that were left. "Looks like I'm not doing so well!" She continued to kiss just the head. Eric couldn't take the teasing. He started to shift a little each time, trying to force more of his cock in her mouth. Each time Tess pulled away. "Just relax. I'll get there," she teased. She continued her tease with light kisses down the entire length of his cock. Then, without warning, Tess went down on his cock, getting only about a half of it in her mouth. Eric's hips thrust upwards trying to get more in her mouth, but she resisted. She slowly pulled off of it. "Not bad for a first try," she said as she examined the red ring she had left around his cock. "I'll do better this time."

Tess applied more lip gloss and again went down on his cock. This time almost making it to the base. Again she slowly pulled off him. Eric was at the edge. 

"I should get it this time!" she said with a hungry smile.

Eric's cock throbbed as he watched her put on yet more lip gloss to make another ring. As soon as Tess's lips hit his cock, they both knew it wasn't going to happen.

"Fuck, Tess, I'm going to cum!" he warned her. Tess stopped where she was and swirled her tongue around the head of this cock as she caressed is balls. His balls tightened and he tensed. She was seconds from getting what she wanted. Eric finally gave in to the sensation. "FUCK!" Tess lightly stroked his cock as he came, milking every last drop out of him. His huge cock pumped what seemed like a gallon of cum into her eagerly waiting mouth. Tess swallowed what she could, the remainder slipping from between her lips and his cock. When she was sure he was done, she swallowed what she had and release his cock from her mouth with a 'pop'. She hungrily licked up what she had lost. She stroked his cock a few more times and teased on last tiny drop out. She stared deep into his eyes as she licked it off the tip. Tess climbed back on top of Eric and for the first time, kissed him. Tess shoved her tongue in Eric mouth, the last drop of cum still on it. He could taste his cum. It was salty and bitter, but he didn't care. He was beyond caring for the night.

"Mmmm, you needed that!" she said. "And so did I! I want some more of that!" Tess reached for his cock. She squealed with delight when she found he was still rock hard. "Looks like I'm going to get some sooner that I thought! Let's see if I can get the whole thing in my mouth this time!" Tess grabbed is cock and stroked it a few times before reaching for her lip gloss. "Now let's try this one more time," she said. Again Tess managed to get only half way down before stopping. "Damn your cock is huge!" she side. Tess tried one more time. Eric's eyes widened as Tess took his entire length in her mouth. He would feel the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. She held it there for a second before sticking out her tongue and tickling his balls with it. Tess slowly pulled back and released his cock with a smile. "Five tries. Not my personal best, but with a cock that size, I can live with that!"




Away From Home



Eric couldn't take it any longer. He needed to taste her. He gently pulled Tess up and kissed her. "Let me taste your pussy," he whispered as he kissed her neck. "It's only fair. You got to taste me." Tess hesitated. She wasn't done with his cock. She wanted more. She playfully pushed him back on the bed and turned around on all four putting her pussy right where he wanted it. Her panties were beyond soaked. Eric was mesmerized. He had never seen a woman get so worked up over sucking his cock. Eric kissed her pussy through the sopping material. Her pussy tasted so sweet. He wanted more. Eric pulled her panties down as far as he could. Tess wiggled around until he was able to completely remove them. Eric wanted to savor the moment, take in the sight, but Tess had other ideas. She thrust herself back towards him and ground her pussy on his waiting tongue. Eric eagerly lapped at her pussy, savoring every moment. Tess continued to suck his cock, bringing him ever closer to shooting another load in her mouth. He had just reached the brink when she suddenly stopped. Tess shot straight up. Her stocking covered legs clenched tight around Eric's head. Eric knew she was about to cum. He feverishly flicked his tongue across her swollen clit. In a matter of seconds, her pussy exploded, covering Eric with her cum.

"Holy fuck! I've never done THAT before!" Tess exclaimed as she collapsed on top of Eric.

"Neither have I! Let's see if we can do it again!" Eric replied laughing. He had only ever seen a woman squirt once, and that was in a porn movie he had bought before he was married. He had always thought it was "movie magic", but now that he had seen it, he wanted to see more!

"Mmmm, I can't," she purred. "Fuck me...I want you to fill my pussy with what cum you have left in there."

Eric protested as she turned herself around. He wanted her to cum again. She wanted to cum again, but on his cock. Tess positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy and ever so slowly lowered herself. She wanted to feel every inch of his cock fill her. Her pussy was the tightest and wettest he had ever felt. Her cum was still dripping out of her pussy from her last orgasm. Eric tried to speed things up, but she lifted herself off him. "Let me do it," she said as she again began to slowly lower herself on his cock. Her pussy was extremely sensitive and responded to the slightest of movements. Every time his cock twitched in anticipation of what was to come, he could feel her pussy spasm. The both knew neither one was going to last. 

Tess continued to ride his cock slowly in an attempt to make the pleasure last as long as possible. Tess could feel her next orgasm building. She knew she was close. She wanted them both to cum. "Cum in my pussy baby, fill me up," she said as she reached back to caress his balls while she slowly rode his cock. They immediately tightened and his cock jerked. Eric let out a groan and thrust as deep in her pussy as he could go. The first stream of cum shot out with such force it triggered Tess's own orgasm. Eric cock continued to send stream after stream of cum deep inside her as she hit her peak and once again squirted, showering his cock and balls with her cum.

Exhausted, she collapsed on top of him, his cock still buried inside her. After a few moments, Eric's cock had finally had enough and slipped out of her still quivering pussy. A river of their cum streamed from her satisfied pussy.

Tess climbed off him and lay down beside him. "Looks like we made quite a mess," she giggled. Hope the maid doesn't mind."

"Yes you did," he laughed. "I wouldn't worry about it, I'm sure they've seen worse."

Eric looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was 4:00 a.m.

"What time does the flight leave?" she asked.

"Four p.m.," Eric replied. "I better call for a late checkout," he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep, Tess nestled up next to him.

A beam of sunlight shone through the crack in the curtain striking Eric in the face. He was alone. He smiled when he thought about the previous night. He hadn't had a round like that since before he was married. Eric stretched and looked at the clock. It was one p.m. Three hours until his flight. He noticed a note on the night stand next to the clock. It was sealed with a red lip gloss kiss and smelled of Tess's perfume. Eric cock hardened again.

There was a knock on the door. "Housekeeping," a voice called out.

"Shit! Sorry!" he called back. "I forget to call for a late checkout. Give me ten minutes and I'll be out of your way."

"O.K.," the voice replied. Eric could hear the cleaning cart wheel down the hall. He scrambled to collect his things and leave before the maid returned. He was headed for the door when he stopped and gave one last look around to be sure he had gotten everything. There on the night stand was the note. The note! The knock distracted him, he had forgotten about the note. 

Eric grabbed the note again and read it. "Eric, I had a wonderful time last night. How about meeting me at the bar for one last drink? Tess"

Eric could hear the cleaning cart being wheeled back down the hallway to his room. He quickly grabbed his things and headed for the bar. Max was already hard at work. Tess was in her "usual" spot at the end of the bar.

Eric smiled when he saw her. She had on the same short black skirt, blouse and stockings from the night before. "Hey, Max, how about one for the road?" Eric said as he made his way towards Tess. "And the 'usual' for the lady as well!"

Eric kissed Tess as he sat down beside her. Max could only grin. He told him there was something between them.

"Drinks are on me!" he said as he set down Eric's beer and Tess's vodka and cranberry.

"No, I got this one," Eric said as he tossed a fifty on the bar. "And you can keep the change. I owe you any way."

"Owe me? Owe me for what?" Max asked.

"Well, last night you said there was something between us, double or nothing if you were wrong. I'm paying up. Max..." Eric paused. "I'd like you to meet my wife, Tess..."



Away From Home



I sat bolt upright in bed, not knowing what had woken me from my very nice dream I had been having that involved me, my mate and a waterfall on a tropical island somewhere hot, but I knew that whatever had made me wake so suddenly had left my body humming with arousal.

I automatically rolled over to cuddle into my mate, needing his strength and his warmth, that and to see if I could wake him and tempt him into an early morning romp. No such luck, my fingers met the cool sheets where his hot body should be. Damn it, I'd forgotten for a second that he was away working.

I flopped back onto my own side of the bed with a sigh of frustration, trying to think non sexy thoughts, but the arousal i was feeling was just building higher and higher, but strangely, I didn't think it was all my own.

Feeling curious I called my crystal ball into my hand from my work room and set it down on the bed beside me, asking it to show me my mate. A cloud like film started to roll through the ball, but it slowly cleared, solidifying into an image that made my eyebrows raise and my breathing pick up. Oh gods, he was in the shower.

The water was rolling down his soapy body, caressing his muscles perfectly, sliding down over his butt, making me bite my lip in appreciation. His hands were moving down the front of his body, just out of my view. As if he could feel my eyes on him he turned giving me a wonderful front view, and what a view it was. His cock was standing out tall and proud from the curling hairs at its base, his sac was drawn up tight like they were begging for release. Oh how I wished i were there to give it to him. His hand was hovering over his crotch and i knew then exactly where the waves of desire had been coming from. Just the thought of my mate picturing me while he worked himself in the shower was too hot to handle.

An idea came into my head right then and i opened our mental connection and projected the feel of my hand stroking down his back and my voice purring into his ear. "well hello my gorgeous man, are you missing me?" i felt him jump slightly, then his back arched as if trying to move closer to me. "gods yes, I miss you like hell" he growled and the sound rushed straight between my legs, making me wet in an instant.

"Look into the mirror baby, and focus on me, picture me, I'll do the rest" I watched as he pulled back the shower curtain and looked over to the mirror across the hotel bathroom. I sent out a little of my magick, turning the mirror into another version of my crystal ball. I knew the second he saw me by the sharp intake of breath at the sight of me laying on our bed, naked the way he liked me, my legs slightly parted revealing my damp flesh. I stroked the crystal ball next to me, showing him that I was watching him too.

"Show me how you take care of yourself when you're away" i whispered into his mind, moaning softly when his hand instantly went to his cock, wrapping around the shaft, and slowly pumping. Gods he looked good, i was aching to feel all that hardness inside me, but I knew I would have to make do until he came home. I reached into our bedside draw and rummaged around until I found the result of one of his birthday treats, the vibrator we had made as a perfect replica of his dick. Knowing he was watching I lovingly licked the dildo from top to bottom, getting it nice and wet the way I loved to do to his cock. I heard his breathing quicken and looked into my ball, watching the way his hand moved on his cock, watching the way it stroked and played, his palm rolling over the head every now and then, gathering the silky drops that gathered there. His eyes were focused on the mirror in front of him like it was a life line.

I opened my legs wider ,showing him what he was missing and hear his groan of appreciation. I watched him lick his lips as if he were tasting me on them. Gods he turned me on no matter where he was or what he was doing.

I lowered the dildo down between my legs, stroking its tip up and down my damp slit before sliding just the head inside me, moaning softly at the stretching sensation, but i knew it would be a perfect fit, just like the one it was modelled on. I pushed a little more and it slide home all the way, making me gasp. Yes, that was what i needed, not as good as the real thing, but closer than anything else.

"Baby" I moaned. "I wish you were here fucking me. What would you do if you were?"

I looked over into the crystal ball, watching the way his hand moved on his cock, stroking it slowly, enough to work himself closer to his peak but not enough to rush there. It was just perfect.

"I'd start by licking you all over, lick you into an orgasm so strong you would scream my name" he began, his voice sounding a little strained. I responded by lifting my hips and thrusting the dildo into my tight sheath, my breath catching at the pleasure. It felt good but i knew it could feel better.

"And once you came i would move between your legs and thrust myself into you so hard you'd scream again." I was nodding my head in agreement, my eyes fixed on his image in my ball, watching his hand move a little faster on his cock, seeing the tip weep a little more and i had the craving to lick it clean. I loved the taste of him.

"What then?" I gasped.

He sounded breathless when he finally replied.

"I'd use my hands on your luscious body, stroking your nipples that would still be wet from my mouth and hard from your orgasm. Id stroke my way down your body as i thrust inside you until my fingers could play with your little clit, it would still be so sensitive so I'd be light at first, barely touching, just enough to make you squirm and know what was coming next."

"I'm going to be cumming next" i moaned. And fumbled in the bedside draw again, pulling out my little bullet vibrator. Turning it on I concentrated it over my aching clit, almost cumming right there and then. Using one hand I angled the dildo higher, making sure its tip reached to just the right spot.

"Baby I wont last long" I moaned, my hips bucking with each thrust, i moved the bullet away slightly, just letting it stroke near the top of my mound so i could still feel the vibrations but not too much. " I want to watch you cum" I begged.

"mmmmm" his groan of pleasure reached my ears and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from going right then. I watched his eyes track my movements in the mirror as I slowly trust the dildo into my pussy, gasping each time it stroked against my spot. I watched his hand curl around his sac, and knew he was squeezing gently, pulling on it the way he liked me to do. His hand started moving faster up and down his length as i watched, his thigh muscles tensing, his jaw clenching as he watched me watch him.

Wanting to take this up a notch more I opened our connection wider, letting him feel what i was feeling, and taking in his own. Fuck me, he felt good. I could feel his pleasure as he worked himself with his hand, i could feel his lust as he watched me work myself with the dildo we made. I had told him that nothing felt as good as he did, so I had gotten the kit as a joke present, it wasn't so much of a joke now.

I heard his groan, deep and rumbling in his chest and watched as his balls drew up even tighter, i watched his cock swell in his hand, something that i usually only felt. I dipped the bullet back down to my clit and thrust harder, faster inside myself as I watched his hand move so fast it was almost a blur, his legs trembled and his back arched. His cock pulsed as he moaned long and loud and as i watched, my hands working my tools, jets of his release shot onto his hand.

That did me in. I fucked the dildo into my pussy twice more, feeling my muscles clench, my womb spasm, that ache of release building in my belly. I rolled and circled the bullet over my clit and exploded. My head was thrown back as my spine bent, my legs shaking.

"Oh oh oh" I moaned. "Fuck, baby, yes" I gasped and groaned little ah's of pleasure spilling from my lips as I finally came down.

I looked into my ball, watching my mate's body sag against the wall, the water from the shower pouring down over his shoulder.

"Damn I miss you baby" I moaned in frustration as i pulled the dildo out of my still clenching pussy. "come home soon."

"I will baby, I promise." He smiled , looking slightly dazed. "I miss you too".



Away From Home Is Okay



I was out of town over the weekend and stopped in at this small ABS. I went back into the arcade, plugged some money into the slot, and started watching some nice MMF action.

After a few minutes, I took a spin around the arcade. There was no one there, except for a guy behind the counter who was talking to another guy in front of the counter.

I ask the guy at the counter if it is always this slow and he said no...that it was just a nice weekend...everyone must be doing other stuff. I just nodded my head, paused to look at the guy in front of the counter who coyly began to slowly rub a lump in his pants before I headed back to the booths.

I get back there into the arcade. I was pretty sure the guy rubbing his crotch was going to come back there and check me out. Wearing just shorts, t-shirt, and sandals, I stripped completely and began to stroke my cock as I opened the booth door a couple of inches. 

Sure enough, the guy comes back. He peeked in, smiled and walked and began stroking my rock hard cock.

I reached down and rubbed him through his jeans. I felt him get hard quickly. I dropped to my knees and he unzipped and pulled out a very nice cock, maybe 7" long, but fat at about the mid waypoint.

I sucked him for several minutes, deep throating him until he unbuckled and dropped his pants so I could suck his heavy, large balls. 

After a few more minutes, the guy pulled me up, but gently pushed my head back down to his cock. He did this I learned quickly, so he could massage my smooth ass.

He was good and soon I groaned and ever so slowly began to hump his fingers as they caressed my anus. 

He then asked me what I wanted and I told him I wanted that fat cock up my ass. He then told me to stay put, that he'd be right back. 

He returned in few minutes with a pump bottle of lube. He then told me bend over and spread my cheeks. I did and he began work his lubed fingers, first one then two, then three, in and out of my puckered asshole.

When he thought I was sufficiently lubed, he asked me to turn around and suck him hard again, and I did. 

When he was hard, I turned around and he put his huge cock up against my ass and started to push it against my anus as I started to push back.

After a minute or so, I felt the big cock head pop in, followed by a couple of inches shaft. Thankfully, he stopped at that point, allowing my asshole to adjust to his cock's girth.

After another minute or so, I let him know that it is okay to go deeper and I pushed back as he lubes his shaft some more.

Soon I had this incredible feeling of fullness as I felt him press all the way against my ass. That fat cock was buried in my ass!

He then started taking slow strokes and soon I told him to fuck me little faster. And in no time, the guy was fucking me for all he is worth while I freely grunted and moaned.

Right before he came, he thrust very deeply into me and almost lifted me up with his big, fat, rock hard cock. He had an awesome cum.  Despite the fact when he pulled out, I felt a splash of cum against my legs; I turned around, dropped to my knees, and gratefully licked his cock clean.

That was a first for me, tasting my ass and his sperm on his still semi-hard cock. He just had a very suckable cock.

I walked back to my hotel that night with cum dripping out my freshly fucked ass. And, as a reult, I am sure the young blonde girl at the desk noticed the dark wet spots on my shorts by my asshole as I walked to the elevator.

I probably smelled like cum, too...if she knew that smell.