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Dallas

By: mitch



This is a true story. The dialogue took place over seven years ago, so it’s reconstructed here, rather that transcribed. But it’s pretty close.

I was in Dallas to see a client. I was with an account executive, a woman named Lorraine.

The first night we were there, we had dinner with the client at the Atrium restaurant of the hotel. The client is a runner and he has to leave us at 9:30. He wants to get to bed early so he can do about 5 miles before our meeting in the morning. Glad I’m not a runner.

The client is very good looking and obviously he’s fit. I mean, for one thing, the guy can run five miles. Despite these awe-inspiring pluses, on an off day I’m be willing to admit that I find him about as interesting as a Hollywood Squares re-run. But then, it occurred to me (this was not the first time) that I’m not a woman. Out of curiosity, I ask Lorraine if she found him attractive.

“No. I mean I guess he is technically. But he’s dull.” Right answer.

Lorraine’s skinny, very bright, 28ish, freckles, full of energy, has an amazing mound of red hair, pretty, looks a bit like Julia Roberts, but spoken of as “a slut” around the office. (I might say that it’s always other women who call her that and by that they seem to mean that she is fairly open about liking sex. I, personally, don’t see this as a big negative. But then that’s me.) I’ve worked with her for about eight months so far and, as you can tell by my description, I like her. Some fairly candid discussions with her in the past and we’ve laughed some together, but I’ve never laid a finger on her to this point.

Drinks throughout.

“Now you … well,” she says, “certainly not dull. You make me laugh. But … now don’t take this the wrong way, it’s a compliment really … but I could never think of you sexually because you remind me of my father.”

Well, an interesting way of putting me off. Effective too.

I laugh, but am maybe just a bit stung.

Still, it gives me an opening to have an open discussion about sex – and her sexual experiences -- without her having to feel I’m making a pass. We know each other well enough and she has told me things about “Got my brains fucked out last night” or “He’s hung like a horse.” That kind of thing. So there’s not really a chance that she’ll think I’m stepping out of bounds. The boundaries were already pretty far out there. 

(I tell myself that I like these kinds of discussions because they teach me about how women really see these things. How they really think about their experiences. How differently they see it all from the way men see it. Because, after all, getting women to open up (!) and tell their real feelings and attitudes is the only possible way I would ever find out about these things that are – by definition – outside of a man’s experience. Makes sense right? Of course there just might also be the tiniest bit of a turn-on for me in these talks. But that’s hardly my prime motivation, right?) 

“First time?”

“Intercourse?”

“Yes.”

“In a car. He talked me into it, he thought. But I was very ready. If it hadn’t been that night it would have been the next or within the week. Not very satisfactory from my point of view, which I guess is too much of a cliché. Still it wasn’t his fault. I was just caught up in the sort of technical task of getting rid of my virginity. Getting myself off was probably about tenth on the list of things going through my mind.”

“Did he enjoy it?”

“What a dumb question!”

“Why?”

“Men always enjoy it as long as they get off. And he shot his wad after about four strokes. But I’m being unfair. He was only about 18: might have been a virgin himself, though he said he wasn’t – maybe just to give me confidence.”

“How old were you?”

“18 years, 107 days.”

“Late bloomer.”

“In some ways, I guess. In others no.”

“Meaning?”

“Well, when I was 13, I had an experience that really opened my eyes to all that. We had a summer place in the Hamptons and that year, one of my brother’s friends had come out to stay with us. His name was Jamie and he was about to go off to Boston University in the fall, so he must have been 18, maybe 19. I used to spy on the two of them in sort of a casual way. But one morning – there was a shared bathroom that opened on two bedrooms: mine and theirs – I heard someone go in, and I went to the keyhole to look. I had already seen both of them nude through this keyhole a number of times … seen them taking a piss, caught them taking showers, you know. It was a bit of a turn on, but it was as much educational as anything. This time though, Jamie locked both doors, turned on the tap to fill the bath (this was a bit strange, because the guys always took showers) and then took all his clothes off. But this time was different than the other viewings, because I was surprised to see that Jamie had a hard-on. It was the first “stiffy,” as we used to call them, I had ever seen. It so surprised me that it even took a moment for my mind to register exactly what it was. Remember I was only 13. Anyway he got in the bath while it was still running and lay back with his head at my end of the tub, facing the other direction. I remember all of this vividly; I can still picture it clearly even as we sit here. I couldn’t see his head because of my limited viewing range, but I could see most everything from his waist down. And with the tub filling up, he started to stroke himself. He was left-handed. His cock was sticking straight up and was very, very hard (the way high school boys cocks get). And then he reached for the soap and got his cock totally lathered up and started really pounding himself off. Then suddenly I could hear a sort of groan/whimper and he shot his cum into the air – straight up – and then again and a third time. It’s a good thing the water was running because I was panting so hard, I’m sure he would have heard me otherwise. I was so excited I could have come right there kneeling at the keyhole. I thought this was the most amazing thing I had ever, ever seen in my life.”

“But you didn’t come?”

“Not for at least another minute! I kept watching during his come down, but I reached down to my cunt and felt that it had just sopped my panties. And then I lay down on the floor, on my back, right by the door – I remember feeling my heart which was violently pumping – scrunched my panties down, not even bothering to take them off and jiggled myself off in record time. One of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.”

“You already knew how to do that at thirteen?”

“Oh yes, I certainly did.”

“Did you ever tell this Jamie what a big role he’d played in your life? You know, like years later?”

“No, but I wasn’t finished telling you about that summer.”

“You saw him again?”

“Shhh. Quit asking questions and let me tell it. God, I can feel myself getting wet right here just thinking about all this stuff again.”

“Are you really?”

“Oh yes. I’m dripping. But it’s as much the second part of the story that gets me there. So, do you want to hear it?”

“Yes. Very much.”

“I thought you would. It was the day after the bathtub scene and my brother and I and Jamie were out in our rowboat on the Sound. We were all wearing bathing suits. I had on a pretty modest bikini with an oversized t-shirt on over it and the guys were just in trunks. It was very hot, but there was a little breeze, and Bobby suddenly decided that he wanted to go wind surfing, so he left Jamie and me in the boat, jumped overboard and swam back to the shore. I had known Jamie since he was maybe the age I was then – 13 – so he pretty much thought of me as the tag-along little sister. I’m sure he didn’t think of me as having anything to do with sex. I was very shy and insecure about myself sexually, but I was pretty strong-willed and independent-minded even then (as may not surprise you). And I was overcome with the thought that here I was alone in this boat with this guy who I had seen shooting his rocks off. I wanted to talk to him about sex – really I wanted to see his cock up close – but I didn’t have any idea how to get this to happen. Of course, now I would simply say something outrageous and blunt and I would be on my way. But I wouldn’t have even considered it then. So I started by asking him about the girls that he and my brother knew, and who he liked and that kind of thing. Finally I asked him if he thought one particular girl was sexy. 

‘Yah, she’s okay.’ 

‘You mean just because she’s got big tits, is that the reason she’s sexy?’ 

He laughed at my question and probably because he had never thought of me as anyone who would even consider using the word “tits.” 

‘Yah, well that’s one reason. I mean they are pretty nice.’ 

‘Have you ever seen them without clothes?’ 

Like all boys, he wanted to brag, to show himself experienced – they can’t resist. 

‘Yah I’ve seen them: I’ve touched them.’

I was impressed, but more than that I knew the conversation was going where I wanted it and I squeezed my legs together – I could feel myself getting excited. As innocently and in sort of little-girl-wanting-to-know-more-about-sex-from-this-experienced-man kind of way I asked more questions. He fell fully into his role. Had he ever gone all the way? Yes. (But he wouldn’t tell me who.) What did it feel like? Did the girls like it? I could see him trying to keep an educational feeling to his answers. But at the same time I could also see that he was starting to get a bit of a bulge in his trunks as he rowed.

Finally he said – ‘Too many questions!’ 

‘Okay, it’s just that I don’t have anyone to ask about these things, you know.’ 

‘How about Bobby [my brother]?’ 

‘No, that would be too embarrassing. But, you see, I’ve never even seen a male penis.’ 

‘Well, you’re only 12!’ 

‘13! And I don’t want to wait until I’m like in college.’ Pause. And then impetuously, ‘Jamie, I’ll give you ten bucks if you’ll show me yours.’ 

He laughed, but the way he did it, I could tell that he was thinking about it, and I doubt it was for the ten dollars. 

‘You mean like “you show me yours and I’ll show you mine” like we were little kids?’

‘You want to see my vagina?’ Unfortunately, even though I had actually heard the word pronounced at least a few times, I was much more familiar with it written so I pronounced it “va-GEEN-a.” He burst out laughing at my error, probably as much to relieve the tension he was feeling at my proposal as from any real humor. But his laughter angered me. I must have turned a hundred shades of red and I said, ‘Well, do you want to see it or not?!’ 

He stopped laughing and thought for a second. ‘I wouldn’t mind,’ he finally said. 

‘Okay then. I promise I’ll show you, but you have to go first.’ He tried to negotiate me going first or a simultaneous showing, but I was pissed off and remained adamant and he finally agreed. He looked around on the water – no one within a hundred yards – and then he put the seat cushion down on the floor of the boat and scrunched down on it. Slowly he then pushed his trunks down to his thighs and his cock sort of popped free.

With an involuntary intake of breath I said, ‘Oh that’s great. It’s beautiful. Is it always that size or is that an erection?’ From seeing him the day before I knew that it was only about half hard.

‘No, it gets bigger when I get turned on.’ And then with a bit of difficulty he pulled his trunks back up and tried to rearrange his cock inside them. 

‘Enough, now it’s your turn.’ 

‘Can’t I see yours with an erection? I want to see how big it can get.’ 

‘A deal is a deal. It’s time to show me your cunt.’ 

‘But what if I show you mine while yours is still out. Wouldn’t that turn you on? Then I could see it get bigger. Please.’ 

‘Show me your cunt first, then I’ll decide.’ 

I took off the long t-shirt (embarrassingly I could see that there was a big wet spot on my crotch.) ‘I guess I’m getting a little turned on myself,’ I said as sort of a half apology. And then sitting on the back plank seat I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my bikini, which came up almost to my waist, lifted my ass a bit and with my legs together, and pushed the bikini down below my knees. Then, looking away from him casually out over the water, I slowly spread my legs to give him a look. 

‘Yours is too,’ he said. 

‘Is what?’ I asked looking at him now. 

‘Beautiful.’ 

‘Is it really? Do you really, really think it’s a pretty cunt? (Probably the first time I had ever used the word. Certainly the first time with a boy.) You’re the first boy that’s ever seen it.’ 

‘Yes it is. Don’t worry, any guy would think so. [I will always love Jamie for saying that to me then.] Would you open it up and let me see how wet it is.’ 

‘Only if you show me your penis again.’ 

This time there was no arguing. He pulled his trunks down to his knees again and this time it was definitely bigger. Then I slipped my bikini bottom off one of my ankles so I could fully spread my legs for Jamie to see how shiny and wet my cunt was. We were both extremely turned on and I put my fingers down to spread my pussy lips so he could see a little deeper and coincidentally tease myself very gently. He was breathing hard now. But it was hard to work out what the next step might be. We both watched in awe for a few moments. Finally I asked if he could make it bigger by stroking it. 

‘Why don’t you stroke it for me?’ 

‘No! I couldn’t.’ 

‘Would you like me to touch you?’ 

In fact I could think of nothing in the world I would have liked better, but I said definitely not. It would have been all too scary. 

‘I’d just rub it on the outside, very softly,’ he said.

‘No. But I’ll do it to myself if you’ll rub your penis.’ 

A deal. He started to slowly fondle his cock and it got bigger and harder as I teasingly started rubbing my cunt. 

‘Can you make yourself ejaculate?’ 

‘Probably.’ But I could see that the real answer was ‘certainly.’ 

‘I want to see it ejaculate, please. Pump it. I’ll let you touch my cunt if you let me watch you come. Wouldn’t you like to touch it? It’s so wet.’

Then I started encouraging him, helping him verbally, so I really was feeling that it was me making him get off. I only remember sort of constantly cooing admiration at him, but I obviously said stuff to him too, like: 

‘oooo yes it’s sooo big and hard oooo spread that sticky stuff around like that yes ooooyes does it feel good oooh it feels very good down here … see it? it’s sssooo wet … stroke it a little faster now I want to see it shoot, are you going to shoot? You look soooo close, are you? Come on now come on come on oooo come on …’ and so on.

And then it was obviously getting very serious for him. He was pumping harder and harder and he was having trouble keeping his eyes on my cunt, they kept closing slightly, and finally he groaned and shot like a rocket with some of the cum from the first spouting even hitting him on the chin. It was my dream. And I was unbelievably excited by the sight – even more than the day before because I was right there in the boat with him. I was frigging away on myself, but, under the circumstances, could only manage a small little orgasm, but I gave out a little squeal and a groan, faking it a little as a kind of tribute to the glory of his wonderful geyser act done just for me. Afterward, I praised him, telling him how excited I was when it shot out of him and he was groaning his pleasure.

Then, as I had promised, I told him he could touch me, but I held his wrist when he did. Enjoyable but a little scary. Then we both went for a swim to wash off all the sweat and newly excreted fluids, and rowed back to the shore.”

Sitting in the Atrium restaurant after hearing this story, all I could say was “Wow! I believe I might be just the teensiest bit turned on myself just listening to all that.”

“Well you can imagine how exciting it was for me at 13.”

“Seems like kind of a long dry spell from 13 to 18 years, 107 days.”

“Well, it wasn’t totally dry. There were about six or seven guys that I jerked off at various times during those years. In fact, I did it for Jamie later that summer – in the bathroom where I had first seen him. And there were others.”

“And that was enough for you. Giving hand jobs?”

“Yes, for the most part. You see, as much as I like fucking or giving blow jobs, I find myself most turned on by actually seeing the jizz shooting out of a convulsing cock and the wild-eyed look on a guy’s face in the throes. It’s like that’s what it’s all about for me. It’s such a feeling of power when you’ve got this totally helpless man in your hands (literally). For a few seconds there you have the feeling that he’d do anything for you – he’d kill, he’d let you whip him, he’d tell you he loves you, he’ll do absolutely anything as long as you’ll take him over the top and throw him into a space where he can get that wild, ecstatic release. Because, at any other time, men will always hold something back, will always be cool – or in your case, articulate – and measured. But when I’m churning away and the buttermilk starts to fly, that same man will cry like a little baby and will love me for the luscious angel of release I am. It’s a fabulous feeling. Sometimes when a guy is plowing away on me and I can tell he’s getting close, I lie and tell him it’s the wrong time of the month and he has to pull out. But then I pound him off with a passion and – if I might brag – a skill he’ll remember far better than just another shot in the hole. And when he’s gushing spurts of jam all over me and it’s splashing on my stomach and tits and neck and chin and cheeks and nose and hair, I spread it over me like golden cream and give him an honest smile of pure sensual, animal love and lust. And watching it all happen in his contorted face and the burst of aching-with-pleasure groaning and puffing, then the almost shy little ‘was-that-okay-to-lose-it-all-over-you-like-that?’ smile on his face, that’s what I love. He’s always sort of half embarrassed because he knows you’ve seen him surrendering everything to you. But even though he’s shown his total helplessness, give him an hour or a day or a week and he’ll be back for more. He can’t help it. He’s all mine.”

“Articulate?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Mitch. I know you better than that. I know you make love to women with your brain and with words. You like to think that you’re in control. But I’d bet you big bucks that at this very moment you’ve got a hard-on and a cock as sloppy wet as my cunt.” 

“I won’t take that bet. But I will say that you’ve been extremely effective with words in the last few minutes. Making me react in a way I -- or certainly a father -- never should.”

“I’ll just ignore that ‘father’ comment. But you see what I’m talking about. It’s all because most women think of a hand job as the easy way to get rid of a man when he’s pressing. They learn that when they’re young and they never realize the pure exultant joy of jerking the sap from a guy. For me it’s kinetic art. And the final catharsis is seeing the sticky fuzz fly.”

“You certainly tell it well.”

“Well, I’ve thought a lot about why I like it so much.”

Obviously. But now it was late, and though I could have listened to her give her Ecstasy-Of-The-Hand-Job speech another ten times and maybe cum in my chair, I said it was time to go to my room.

“Going up to jerk off, are you?” she asked with a knowing grin.

I probably blushed.

“Come on, Lorraine, you’ve made your point, don’t be a tease.”

She looked a little hurt. “I wasn’t teasing. In fact, if that was your intention, I was going to offer to … help.”

She wasn’t teasing and on the way up in the elevator she started the process, finishing it off pretty much as she had promised in my room.

Afterwards with a smile on her face, “Disappointed?” 

No.



Dallas



She really didn't have a reason to come along. It was just one of his regular trips. There wasn't anything particularly special to do in Dallas during the day. She had found a place for a mani/pedi in the morning that was only a short walk. She had spent an hour by the pool just because it was warm and she was bored. She had spent the afternoon taking a nap on the oversize bed surrounded by too many pillows. It was a decent way to spend the day. She spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready. She had a surprise for him.

She had texted him that she would meet him in the hotel bar. He was running a little late but not bad. She told him not to worry. He scrambled in the door and headed for the elevators, the plan had already slipped his mind. It was only after pressing the button and searching his pockets for the key card that he remembered. He turned back around and headed for the bar.

It was larger than most and nicer. This was a nice hotel all around. Sticking his head in, he surveyed the tables looking for her. He spied a pair of legs at the bar talking to a couple of men in suits but quickly looked away. If she was looking for him, he thought it would be a bad way to start the evening, getting caught looking at another woman's legs. He scanned again and didn't see her. He headed for a barstool pulling his phone from his pocket. He sat at the end with a view of the door, ordered a beer and typed out a text for her. It all hit him at once. He took a first sip of his beer, hit send, heard her phone go off, and noticed the short platinum hair, the slinky white dress and his wife's succulent lips smiling at the suits that were clearly flirting with her up. He swallowed hard and smiled as she turned and looked at him. She stood up slowly, clearly wearing higher heels than normal. Knowing he was watching her she leaned down and kissed the old suit on the cheek and the young suit quickly on the lips. He heard her thank them for the wine and wandered over to him. She kissed him long and slow on the lips. With her hand clenched to his thigh she felt him stir in the slim cut suit pants. "Hey," she said. "You're late."

"You're delicious." He smiled back at her.

They took a cab to dinner. The flirted, she looked marvelous. He called it her Marilyn dress. Other than being 4 inches taller and 20 pounds lighter, she was hell of a tribute to the 60's pin-up. All she needed to complete the ensemble was a blast of steam from a street grate. They ate fish and steaks and drank wine. The first bottle was good, the second was better. They didn't necessarily need it but they enjoyed it. After dinner they cabbed it to a jazz club. It was dark and the music was a bit more Blues than Jazz and they enjoyed it. They poured martinis onto the wine, only one a piece. They danced. Drunk, they flirted.

It really started with him teasing her. He teased her about the suits. He thought it was good he got there on time; she would have been too much for the old one. She might have killed him.

"You liked when I kissed him, didn't you?"

"Who?"

"The young one."

"Was he that young?"

"Stop it. Tell me."

"You'll think I'm a pervert."

"I already know you're a pervert."

"Fair enough... yeah, you know I liked it. You felt it when you came over to me at the bar."

"You caught that, did you?"

"Oh yeah."

"It's been a while."

"We haven't done anything like that in a long time."

"I know! " He sat staring at her. He wanted her. His thoughts were on the times they had played. He thought about watching her. "Too long." They sat for a while listening to the music. She held his leg, he held her bare thigh. 

"Let's go." He did what he was told.

The ride seemed to be taking forever. He stroked her thigh. The dress was thin and although it was warm out, he could see her nipples rising beneath the sheer white fabric. He moved higher up her thigh and her legs parted a little. She took a deep breath and he moved his hand higher. She had on panties and he ran his finger along them. She shuddered a little and then pressed her legs back together. She looked at him. He looked back at her and kissed her. It felt like a ridiculously long time until the cab pulled up to the hotel. He paid the cabbie and she stumbled out of the car with the help of a bellman. He took her around the waist and led her into the hotel.

"Can we call room service?"

"Sure, whatever you want."

"I want champagne."

"Here, we can just take it up." He pressed the small of her back towards the hotel bar and pulled the door open for her. They slipped inside. There were still a good number of people. He slipped between a couple of them and signaled for the bartender. Across the bar he saw the younger suit, sipping a beer and watching a basketball game. He was having a thought when she tugged on his coat. He leaned back to her and felt her breath in his ear.

"Love me?"

"Always?"

"So, um..." she mumbled a bit at him. He smiled back at her. "So, um... you want to watch me suck a dick?"

"Yes."

"Will you fuck me while I suck him?"

"Yes."

"What's our room number, forgot."

As he ordered a bottle of champagne from the bartender he watched her swing around to the other side of the bar. The young suit smiled at her as she slid up next to him. He watched her whisper in his ear. She saw his hand move towards him under the bar. He smiled back. The talked a bit and then she leaned in a kissed him. Longer than the last time. The bartender handed him a check and he signed it. He gathered the bottle and two glasses and stepped back from the bar. He followed his wife and the young suit out of the bar to the batch of elevators.

"Woody," he introduced himself. 

"Theo." The suit replied. He wasn't all that young. 35 maybe. As they stepped into the elevator he asked Theo to hold the bottle on glasses. After he took them he took his wife in his arms. He kissed her hard, his hands moving beneath the short dress. He leaned into her. "Nervous?"

"A little." She kissed him again as the elevator opened.

He slipped the card into the door and with a click, pushed it open. He held the door for her and Theo. The other man set the Champaign down and stood, somewhat awkwardly at the end of the bed. She slipped up to him and helped him. Kissing him she pulled his suit jacket off of his shoulders. Woody slipped beside them and opened the wine. She was working on his shirt. He was taller than her but not as tall as her husband. His chest was bare and she ran his hands over him. His abdomen was trim and firm and she ran her hands over him as she dropped to her knees. Woody handed her a glass and she ran a hand over the man's cock as she took a sip. Woody slipped out of his suit coat and took off his tie before lying back on the bed. She set her glass down and started on Theo's belt and pants. As they fell to his feet she turned him giving woody a better look. 

He watched her pull down his briefs. He watched her stroke his cock a few times slowly. He was hard already and she moaned a little in appreciation. He started pulling off his own clothes as he watched her. She started slowly her hand pulling his cock out to her mouth. He watched as she took him between her lips. As she ran her tongue along his shaft. Naked he took his cock in his hand. She watched him out the corner of her eye. Knowing he was watching she worked his cock harder. Her lips running along him as she took him deep into her mouth. She hummed as she sucked his head. It was finally enough to get him off the bed.

Moving behind her he reached down on pulled her to her feet. She continued to work him with her hand as she took her husband in the other. She held both cocks as the young man took her breast in hers. Woody worked on the tie of the halter dress until her large full breasts fell free and the young man took one in his mouth. 

She was forced to let go. Woody finished undressing her. He pressed his cock to her ass as he sucked at her ear and she felt his teeth on her neck. Theo was on his knees now. His fingers were on her thigh working their way to her waiting pussy. She wonders just how quickly she would come. Her husband's hands ran down her back and over her hips, the young man ran his mouth from nipple to nipple sucking at each just a little and she pulled his head to her chest. His lips were on her. She waited as he touched her lips. Her legs buckled as he finally came to her clit. 

"Lick me." She begged and woody moved her to the bed. Laying back into the middle of the overly soft bed she spread her legs and welcomed the man between them. She felt his hands on her thighs and his tongue make its first move over her dripping lips. She purred as she felt his tongue inside of her. Laying back she looked over at her husband's hand running over his cock. He smiled down at her and she laid her head back. She felt his hands on her. She closed her eyes. At first she focused on what the men were doing to her. She felt fingers opening her so that a tongue could stroke her clit cleanly and felt the rush run up her spine. She felt hands on her tits. Then a mouth. It was harder. She felt a pinch. She shuddered at the feeling of a tongue on her nipple pressed between his teeth at the same time and then she felt it coming. The first orgasm started in her legs and thighs and washed over her body. She cried out and lifted her legs off the bed. The details went away and she simply felt her body under attack. Hands, lips, tongues and teeth moving over her. She reached out and found her husband. She moved her hand down his back and his ass then around his waist to his cock. She took it in her hand, he was hard for her and she pulled it to her. 

Climbing to his knees she looked over at him and took him into her mouth. He was much wider than the other man and she struggled at first to get it all the way into her mouth, she felt his head at the back of her throat and she pulled at his ass. Her pussy shuddered again as the two men shared her. Woody's hand was on her nipple. He teased at it and she moved her head to stroke his cock with her lips. She tasted the first of him and the other man licked at her furiously. She was close again. It was coming. She pulled at his ass and his cock worked its way deeper into her mouth. She spread her legs and the other man worked deeper into her wet pussy. She felt a finger, no two, and that was it. Faster than the first one, this one hit like a slap to the back. She moaned around his cock. They didn't stop. The orgasm continued. She felt it in her back and in her tits. She came hard. She gasped for breath and sucked harder. She moaned harder. He worked his fingers into her and she had to have it. 

In one long movement she pushed him away from her. She looked down at Theo. She saw only the top of her head. "Lie down." She commanded, pushing Woody onto his back. She pulled away from Theo looking down at him. "Fuck me." She said simply, rolling onto her knees. She took Woody into her mouth again and as the second cock entered her she moaned again.

He took her hard. He was young and fit and she thought he would split her. She could hear the slapping of his hips on her ass. He pulled at her hips. Resting her hands on the bed Woody's cock filled her mouth. The harder she was fucked the deeper it went. He was moaning, the man behind her grunting. She gagged a little but took it. She wanted to take it. She moaned hard as it started again, a rolling orgasm that started in her pussy, growing deeper with each fuck. 

"Mmm. Take that cock. Take that cock for me. My fucking hot little slut wife. Take that cock." 

She pressed her eyes closed. She took it. Fuck, did she take it. And then she tasted it. He was coming. "Mmm-Hmmm... Mmmm Hmmm..." She was still coming and now she was taking his load. He exploded with a moan of his own. She swallowed hard, she felt his cock in her throat and he moaned as she swallowed his head along with his hot load of cum. She moaned hard, breaking free only when she needed a breath. 

Looking up at him she smiled. He was still hard. "Quick, fuck me now." And she pulled away. Looking up now at the man standing at the foot of the bed, "Will you cum for me too?" She didn't finish it before woody entered her gaping just fucked pussy and moaned again as she pulled the other man to her, taking him in her mouth. His cock pulsed. He was close. She felt the cock in her. It was bigger and spread her wider. He fucked her slower and deeper and with each stroke she took the two men together. She felt him start and heard woody moaning. He was going to come again. As Theo came in mouth she felt it. She didn't think she had another one but she did. Her pussy clamped down on Woody and he came with her. A long stroke as each wave hit her. She sucked hard on the other man, taking everything she had as she felt her pussy being filled. She moaned, looking up at the other man. She stroked his cock. Looking up at him, "Mmmm..." she purred at him.

She rolled over, spinning in the bed to put her head back on the pillows. "Drink?" she asked. Woody handed her a fresh glass of sparkling sweet wine. She smiled at him and drank the whole thing down. Theo had slipped away to the bathroom and she laid back letting woody slowly stroke her warm sweaty skin. 

"Okay, that was good."

"Yeah, you a happy girl?"

"Oh yeah."

"I don't think you're done?" he said quietly

"No? You don't have another one already do you?"

"It's not me."

"You think?"

"Yeah. I think. I want to watch."

"You stroke it for me?"

He did. When the other man returned from the bathroom he was soft. He told her how beautiful he was. He told her how hot that was. He her husband how lucky he was. She asked him if he was done. With a simple word she watched his cock swell again. 

On her back she spread her legs for him and he climbed up the bed. By the time he was there he was hard for her again. He pressed himself into her easily. She rocked with him as he started. He moved slower this time but only for a short while. He sped up and she groaned. She looked over at her husband. He was smiling and stroking himself hard again. She tried to watch but couldn't. He was fucking her. He was fucking her hard. She worked to catch her breath. She moaned until moaning wasn't enough. She grunted, she cried out with each stroke. He fucked her hard and her husband grew hard watching. He raised her feet up over his shoulders spreading her wide. She moaned and gasped with each thrust. Fuck, she was going to come again she thought. She felt it. It was starting. She reached out and grabbed at woody. She caught his arm and pulled at her.

"Oh yeah. You like that."

She groaned.

"Good little slut going to come for me?"

She groaned louder.

"That's my little slut. Take that cock. Take it hard. "

He seemed to fuck her harder and she cried out. She grasped for a pillow to cover her cries.

"No. No pillow. Let me hear you. Let me hear you come as I watch you take that fat cock."

That was it. The orgasm started. She cried out loudly. It was louder each time the other man pressed his cock into her. He moaned along with her. He was coming now. And just as he started he pulled out from her. 

"Suck that load for me." She was a good little slut and leaned forward to get his load before he came. On her knees again he couldn't resist. With a cock in her mouth, he pulled her ass to him and pressed his cock into her wet fucked pussy again. She had two cocks again. She was still coming. Her legs were sore. Her Jaw was sore. She couldn't suck cock for a minute longer but she did. He fucked her hard. His cock thrusting inside of her, his balls slapping at her pussy, she was a good little slut. She was his slut she could take it.

He slapped her ass as he came. She felt him slow and felt his cock throbbing inside of her. She felt the warmth of the cum slipping out her wet pussy and down her leg. He moved inside of her still. Slowly, she kept the cock in her mouth the whole time. He was still hard in her mouth. She worked it in her lips and he was moaning. She was going to get another. As Woody pulled out of her she took his cock in her hand and worked it quickly. Licking and sucking, she felt it pulse and then cum for her again. She was a good slut; she took every drop before collapsing on the bed. "Fuuuuck." She said. Woody slapped her ass.

Theo took a glass of champagne in a short round regular hotel cup. He sat on the bed beside her running his hand over her back while Woody stroked her legs. She was smiling and catching her breath. She rolled over to get a glass of wine for herself.

"Thank you." She said. "You were marvelous." She kissed him as he left. She returned to bed.

"Good?"

"Uh, yeah. Good!"

"We should do that again."

"I dunno, seems only fair we get you a girl."

"Maybe."

"Ha. Maybe? You got hard again just with me mentioning it."

"I don't know if I have another one in me."

"It's the rule, remember." She reminded him. "When we play, we always have one just the two of us."

"I remember."

"Slow, though, okay."

"Mmm, I like slow." He kissed her slowly as he moved over atop her.



Dallas Adventure



A Paul and Jenny story

All parts copyright 2000 by Paul. All rights reserved.

For Michelle

* * * * * 

Part 1.

I awoke with a hard on. I turned over in bed and looked at the back of Jenny's head. I could see flecks of grey amongst the light brown. I was sure she would like to know so I slid close behind her with my prick against the crack of her ass cheeks and reached around her for a breast. I'd been feeling them for thirty years but they still felt as smooth and firm as the first time. 

I pushed the tip of my prick between her ass cheeks. She shifted slightly in her sleep. It was almost a shame to wake her. Almost. I moved my hand from her breast and lifted her cheeks open. The tip of my prick was against her anus. I let it rub against it without attempting to penetrate it. She sighed, reached for my hand and pulled it back to her breast. She pushed her ass back against me. My prick slipped from her anus to the soft skin between her two holes. 

"That's nice," she said sleepily. "What time is it?" 

I lifted my arm from between us with difficulty, not wanting to lose contact with her body, and looked at it.

"Nine thirty."

She moved. The tip of my prick was against her fanny lips. I felt them give slightly. She lifted her top leg. I pushed forwards and felt my prick enter an area of warmth and moisture. She grunted slightly then lowered her leg. I started moving in and out.


'Nine thirty?'

There was something about that time.

"Fuck." I said out loud.

"That's right," Jenny replied, her voice deep with lust. "I wish you wouldn't use that word, especially now."

"It's half past nine."

"You've told me."

I didn't move for a few seconds.

"Fuck," Jenny suddenly said, pulling away from me and sitting up. "I'm to be at the Gym and you're to be at your meeting at ten." 

I pulled her back down onto the bed. 

"We can be a few minutes late. I can say I got lost and the Gym is only a five minute walk from here." 

I felt her breasts.

She looked at my face then down to my still hard prick. 

"Well five minutes won't really matter I suppose," she said, opening her legs and guiding me on top of her.

"Only five minutes?" 

I tried to sound shocked.

"You don't often last that long in the morning," she said, adjusting her hips as I entered her. 

"I do," I replied, indignantly.

"Prove me wrong, and I don't mean only moving it in and out once a minute." 

She placed her feet flat on the bed and squeezed my prick with her fanny muscles. I started moving in and out. She kept gripping me then lifting her hips and moving them in a circle beneath me. I found myself moving faster, then faster. 

Her own breathing was matching mine. Short, shallow panting. She turned her head away for a few seconds then gasped out loud as she came. My own balls lifted and I started coming, shooting load after load inside her. I pulled out of her and lay on my back by her side, breathing heavily.

"See," she took a deep breath. "Three minutes."

"Bitch." I said, climbing from the bed and hurrying into the shower. 

We left the Hotel at five to ten. I would walk to the gym with Jenny whist using my mobile to phone Powerhouse Gyms' headquarters where we were holding a meeting to discuss buying the franchise for Europe. I was acting for a consortium of business men in England and Germany who's wives had used the gym's on trips to the States and had convinced their partner's that this is what is needed back home. Jenny had a free ticket to use all the facilities and was due to meet the local franchise owner, named Michelle, to try out the facilities whilst I talked money. 

I realised that I wouldn't be getting off to a good start but I could lay the blame on jet lag. We hurried down the street. We had two blocks to walk. I dialled a number on my mobile. 

"Gerry," I said. "It's Paul, Paul Wagstaffe. I'm afraid Jenny took ages to get ready for her visit to the Gym." 

I stifled a cry of pain as she hit me. 

"I'm just walking her there and I'll catch a cab from there. I'll be with you in fifteen minutes."

"That hurt," I said, rubbing my arm.

"Serves you right. Telling lies like that."

"I had to say something. I couldn't tell them the truth."

"Shush," she said, holding up the hand I wasn't holding. "Did you hear that?" 

"What?" I strained my ears. Somebody was groaning in the service alley we were just passing. 

The noise seemed to be coming from behind a pile of packing cases. Jenny headed for it.

"Wait." I said, pulling her back.

"Somebody's hurt," she pulled me after her. "We can't leave them."

The noise seemed to increase.

"Alright, a quick look."

We walked to the far side of the packing cases and looked down on the body of a youth. He was lying on his side. I knelt down and placed my hand on his shoulder to turn him over. His body moved easily and I found myself staring into the barrel of a snub nosed Revolver. 

"Jenny, run." I called.

"Too late for that."

I heard a voice behind me say.

"Stand up. Slowly."

I did as I was told. A second man was holding a knife to Jenny's throat. A door into the building behind him stood open. 

The man with the gun stood up. 

"Inside." He indicated the doorway with his weapon. 

"Look," I said. "Just take our money."

I saw him looking Jenny up and down. 

"She's older than I normally like them. But I could do with a fuck."

Part 2. (Paul).

The man with the knife pulled Jenny towards the open door whilst the second man poked me in the back with his Revolver.

"Don't anybody move."

I heard a voice say and turning my head saw a tall, well built policeman holding a 9mm pistol standing not more than ten feet away. Behind him, and a little to one side stood a second policeman, similarly armed. Behind him, near the entrance to the alley there stood a young girl, 17 or 18 perhaps, with shoulder length brown hair. The man with the gun placed his hand on my shoulder and turned me so that I was between him and the policemen.

"Stay back or they'll get it," he said edging towards the door. 

I moved with him until I was standing by Jenny's side and held her hand. She squeezed mine. 

Everything was still and silent for a second then everybody seemed to move at once. The men pushed us away and leapt into the doorway. I heard the Revolver crash behind me and tensed my back muscles expecting to feel the thud of a bullet as I pulled Jenny to the ground with me. I heard the policemen fire in return and saw there feet as they leapt over our bodies and spread themselves either side of the door. 

"Move away quickly." The big policeman said.

We didn't need any further urging and scrambled on our hands and knees to safety behind the packing cases. The second policeman was talking into the microphone of his radio set as I sat up and, putting my arm around Jenny pulled her close. She looked at me and smiled.

"I can't even go for a workout in the Gym with you without something happening." 

"It's not my fault," I said, kissing her. "I didn't want to come down this alleyway."

I could hear sirens in the distance getting louder. Two police cars pulled up by the entrance to the alley and the occupants made their way towards us with weapons drawn. The two policemen by the doorway came to meet them and they held a quick conference, occasionally glancing in Jenny and my direction. 

"We are going in to see if we can catch them. I want you to stay here. This officer will look after you." We followed the officer he indicated to the front of the alley whist he and the other policemen disappeared inside the building. We got to sit in the back of a police car with the young girl whist he stood by the buildings front entrance, talking on his radio. I looked at the girl.

"Hallo," I said, holding out my hand. "My name is Paul Wagstaffe and this is my wife, Jenny."

"Hi, you're English," she replied, giving my fingers a gentle squeeze. "My name's Laurie. I saw you going into the alley and waved to Jim, who was passing in his police car."

"We're very glad you did," Jenny said leaning across me and resting her elbows on my thighs. They were boney. "I don't know how we could ever thank you." 

"Oh, that's okay," she smiled, oh to be thirty years younger. "Anybody would have done it."

"I'm not sure they would have, but thank you very much anyway." I said, she smiled again. She looked very fit.

"This isn't going to keep you back from doing anything is it?" Jenny asked. 

"Nothing important," she replied." I was on my way to visit my sister in her Gym. She was going to give me a boxing lesson but she has to meet this old women from Eng..." 

Her voice trailed off and she looked down at her lap. My eyes followed hers. It was a nice lap.

"Well, I suppose I am old." Jenny said, reaching across and giving her hand a squeeze. "Don't worry. You didn't know and I'm sorry to have spoilt your morning."

"Talking of spoilt mornings," I said, taking my mobile phone from my pocket and ringing Gerry. I quickly explained what had happened and asked him to ring the Gym and tell them Jenny wouldn't be coming this morning. The front doors of the car opened and the big policeman and his partner climbed in.

"You okay, Laurie?" The big policeman, who I assumed was called Jim, asked. 

"They got away."

"Fine thanks Jim." Laurie replied. "You'll never believe it, Jim but these are the people from England that Michelle is expecting." 

"Is that so," he said, turning the key in the ignition. "If you wouldn't mind coming with us to the precinct we would like to take some statements and show you some pictures."

I didn't suppose it was a request we could refuse as he was already pulling out into traffic.

The next three hours was spent being interviewed and looking at mug shots. Finally we were free to go and I could join my meeting for lunch. Jenny was going to visit the Gym, Laurie was going to take her and introduce her to her sister.

Part 3. Laurie's part. (Paul).

I climbed from my taxi at the doors of the hotel, holding on to the door pillar to steady myself. I was out of practise at lunchtime drinking. First Martini's, then wine finishing off with Brandies. Then they wanted to talk business. That Gerry, he could certainly put it away. I'd almost fallen asleep twice listening to their presentation and in the end excused myself from making any decisions by explaining I needed to contact my clients in England and that my laptop was in the hotel. We agreed to meet again the following morning and to take a look around a local Gym before Jenny and I we headed on for Carole and Howie's wedding anniversary in Washington before returning to England. I'd mostly made my mind up that I would recommend acceptance of the terms on offer. We might be able to beat them down a little, but what we needed was one of their franchise holders to come to England and set up and run the operation on a trial basis. I didn't know what this Michelle girl was like but perhaps she would be willing. I'd have to ask Jenny how they got on and what she thought of her.

"Buy a girl a coke, mister." A voice came from my side. 

I was about to dismiss her as a local prostitute when I looked into her face. It was Laurie from our adventures in the morning. I think I owed her more than a coke. 

"Of course," I said.

"You look like you could do with a coffee and a shower." She said, taking my hand.

"You're right I could." I replied, leading her to the desk where I collected my room key and lap top computer.

"Shall we go into the lounge," I suggested. "I do need to set up my lap top and go on line. I have some figures I want to send to England." 

Not that anybody would be there at nine o'clock at night to read them. Hopefully they would read them and reply by the time I woke up next morning. 

"You could have our drink sent up to your room." Laurie said. 

The man behind the desk gave me a funny look. I was old enough to be her father. 

I gave him a funny look back.

"Come on Uncle Paul," Laurie suddenly said in a little girl's voice. "I want to see you use your computer."

I placed my drink order of a pot of coffee and a coke to the man behind the desk and followed Laurie's ass to the lifts. It seemed to twitch beneath her jeans with each step she took. Inside I pressed the button for the seventh floor and stepped aside to let her leave first. 

"Third door on the left," I said, my eyes glued to her ass cheeks. 

What was I thinking? She was only seventeen. She was probably still a virgin. I knew I was until I was nineteen and Jenny had been nearly that age as well. I set up my laptop and plugged it into the spare phone socket. I typed a few lines of greeting and explanation and connected to the net I took the floppy-disk I had been given at the presentation, made my links and sent my message out into the web.

I felt the bed move by my side. Laurie was lying across it with her chin under her hands watching me.

"That's not what we use my sister's computer for," she said.

"Really." I replied.

There was a knock on the door. I opened it and the man from room service entered pushing a small trolley. He glanced at Laurie lying on the bed and gave me an 'I've seen it all before' look. He quite made me forget to add something to the chit I signed. I smiled at him as I handed it back. He looked at it, looked at Laurie then at me. I smiled. He left.

"This is what we look at when I go visiting her." 

There was a picture of a big black man with a huge prick kneeling behind a girl that looked, if possible, even younger than Laurie. Three parts of his prick was embedded in her ass hole.

"That would make your eyes water," I said, trying not to sound shocked that a girl as young and pretty as this would look at such images. It must be her sister leading her into bad ways.

"I like it that way," she mentioned casually scatching one of her ass cheeks.

Now I was shocked.

"You haven't," I stumbled over the words.

"Oh yeah," her face couldn't have looked more innocent. "Would you like to." 

"What?" I could feel my prick growing inside my trousers. I took off my jacket and loosened my tie.

"You don't need that on in here."

She sat up with her legs curled beneath her and removed my tie completely.

"But, but. My wife." I said as her fingers began unbuttoning my shirt. 

"Don't worry, " she said as she reached the waist band of my trousers and unbuckled my belt. "If I know Michelle they'll be at least another hour." 

"Michelle?" I asked as she helped me to stand up, then getting on her knees before me removed my pants, trousers, shoes and socks. "She likes a thorough job doing."

Pulling my foreskin back she took my prick into her mouth until the tip touched the back of her throat. She pulled her head back and I watched as my prick slid from her lips, glistening in its coating of saliva. She took it back inside. It felt so good. Her lips sliding along the length of my shaft taking my foreskin with them. Then releasing it as her head moved away. I watched her for a minute. It was good but, what with the alcohol I'd had that lunch-time I knew I wouldn't come that way. I needed somewhere tighter, where I would be in control.

"Stand up," I said, helping her to her feet. 

I looked into her eyes, then kissed her.

"Didn't you like it?" She looked upset.

"I loved it," I hastened to re-assure her. "I'd like something else. If you don't mind."

I pulled her T-shirt from the waistband of her jeans as I spoke and lifted it over her head. She kicked off her trainers as I fumbled with the button and zip at the front of her jeans. 

Something bright caught my eye. She'd a little metal ring through her navel. It looked like it needed a kiss so I knelt down and planted my lips on it. I felt her shudder. I kissed it again. A sigh escaped from her lips. I kissed the area between her navel and pubic hairs. She ran her fingers through my hair. I reached behind her and, pulling her ass cheeks apart, ran my finger between them until it rested on her anus. I could feel the already tight folds of skin contract even further at my touch. She moaned. Then sighed. 

Tracing a path around her anus with my fingertip I searched through her pubic hairs with my tongue for her clit. Her gasp told me I found it. I sucked it out from its protective cover and flicked at it with the tip of my tongue. She pulled my head closer. Grinding her pussy against my lips. I increased the speed and force of my tongue's movements against her clit. She seemed to have trouble breathing. Almost as if she was in labour. 

"Oh god," she cried out. "Oh yes."

I pushed my finger into her ass as she came. Her sphincter tightened then relaxed as I sank in to the second knuckle. I worked it in and out a few times as she regained her breath, then pulled it out. 

"Ow," she exclaimed. "That hurt."

"Sorry," I said, standing up to face her.

"I didn't say I didn't like it." She smiled and reaching up placed her arms around my neck and pulled my lips down to her own. She sucked my tongue in her mouth then licked my lips with her own. 

"I like the taste of woman," she said. "Even myself. Have you any lube?" 

"We always carry a jar of Vaseline." I replied opening the drawer of the bedside table.

She picked up my prick in one hand and took the lid off the jar with the other. Two strokes of her hand and I was rock hard. She spread some Vaseline on the head and shaft of my prick, then, kneeling on the bed, applied two applications to her ass hole.

I knelt behind her and pulled her ass cheeks wide. I could just make out her anus under it's coating of grease and pressed the tip of my prick against it. I lunged forward. She gave a little cry and gasp as I pushed inside her. Pulling back I pushed again. I could feel the muscles inside her ass trying to push me back out. I went with them then pushed back in again. This time she relaxed and I could move freely in and out. I quickened the pace. Slurping in and out. Drawing moans and groans and gasps from her each time I moved into her. I leaned forward, over her back, and reached around her stomach with one hand and found her still enlarged clit. I rubbed it furiously as I continued in and out. With my other hand I felt her tits, which dangled free as she pushed her chest from the bed to arch her back to take more of me inside. I heard her cum once, then a second time. Each orgasm was setting off contractions in her anus. 

She was already so tight in there and each tightening of her anus was bringing me closer to coming. I could sense she was building to another cum. This time I was going with her. She gasped, her body tensed and her anus tightened. I was there. I thrust as deeply inside her as I could as my prick started jerking and my sperm was sent to splash along the walls of her rectum. I was sweating as I pulled out of her and lay on my back by her side. Her own face was streaked in sweat as she looked down on me. I held out my arms to her but she climbed from the bed and stood up. As she looked down at me I saw her eyes move from one scar to another. Shotgun pellets, bullets, knife and Black Panther's teeth. I'd always meant to have them covered by plastic surgery. Perhaps if I saw Lee-Anne on this trip to Washington I could talk to her. She was one of the nations best. 

"I have to go," she said, quickly dressing. "My sister is going out for a meal with Jim tonight and me and my boy friend have the use of their house from eight to gone midnight."

"But." I stammered.

"It was fun." She looked down on me as she finished dressing. "Knowing Michelle she'll want you too. I won't tell her for a while that I was first. It will be our secret."

Walking towards the door she stopped and took a drink from her class of coke. 




Dallas Adventure



She continued to the door and stopped.

"It was nice, honestly." She said as she opened the door, looked outside and was gone.

I felt like I'd been had, used. But she was right. It had been nice.

I just hoped that Jenny hadn't been too bored at the Gym.

Part 4. (Jenny).

We sat side by side on the benches in the sauna. 

Two other young women were sitting on the benches opposite from us at first. Every pore on my body seemed to open at once and I watched, fascinated, as tiny drops of liquid seeped from my body. I hoped I didn't loose too much water. There was one part of my body I wanted to stay moist for a bit longer yet.

I looked down at Michelle's legs. There were little rivers of sweat running freely down her calves and shins. She was leaning back with her hands on the bench behind us. Correction, one hand was on one of my ass cheeks. She squeezed and kneaded it, trying to force the material of my towel into the crack between them.

I shifted my weight onto one and her hand slipped underneath me. I had to gasp when she rubbed my anus.

"It is hot in here."

One of the women opposite remarked standing up. 

"That's enough for me for one day. Come on Sherrie, we can stop off at my place for a coffee."

"You shouldn't drink coffee." Michelle said to them as they reached the door. 

Ever the fitness instructor.

"Only de-cafe, Michelle," Sherrie replied, opening the door and looking to where Michelle's arm disappeared from view behind my back. "See you tomorrow," they closed the door behind themselves. 

"That's better," Michelle said, taking her fingers from between my ass cheeks and unfastening my towel from above my breast. She stood in front of me and pulled it open. "I thought they'd never leave." 

She reached out with her hands and felt my breasts, slowly massaging them. I let out a low moan. She took her hands away and we both looked down at my nipples as they slowly hardened and grew. She knelt on the lower bench and sucked, first one, then the other into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around them, then flicking the tips.

I pulled her head towards me, wanting her to take more. She did and I automatically opened my legs and pressed my inner thighs to her hips. She lifted her head and looked at me, smiling. Sweat was pumping out of every pore of my body, and not just because of the heat. Placing the backs of my thighs on her shoulders she lowered her mouth to my pussy and licked at my outer lips. I rested my head against the wall behind me and closed my eyes as her fingers opened and her tongue entered me. She pushed a fingertip against my sweat-covered anus. Instinctively it clenched and I had to will it to relax and allow her inside. It hurt. Then her tongue was on my clit and all thoughts of pain were forgotten. She squeezed two fingers into my pussy and worked on both holes as she licked and sucked, sucked and licked on my clit. I could feel myself building. More, more. I thought it or said. Or did I scream it as I came? Every muscle seemed to relax. I even seemed to stop sweating for a moment. I gasped as she pulled her finger from my anus. 

"Your very tight up there," she said sitting by my side and holding her fingers to her nose. Paul always did that. I couldn't see the attraction myself.

"You smell great," she said, offering them to me. I sniffed. It was me all right. Actually it wasn't bad, so I sniffed again. She took them away and held them under her own nose. She smiled. I wanted to kiss her. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards me. Our lips touched, I could smell and this time taste myself. I licked her lips, feeling for her breasts as I did so.

Suddenly we could hear voices outside and we both pulled away. I stood up and wrapped myself in my towel.

Three young women entered, all naked, carrying their towels. If I had any of their bodies or Michelle's, I'd spend my days naked. I'd always been thin at the hips, which had meant giving birth had been difficult. That and the bullets flying around. Paul had been born on a night of gunfire and so had both his children. If you discount the one by Lee-Anne that is. Which, of course, we never mention. I still don't think Paul realises she was his. They said she would make a great surgeon. There were concert pianist hands in Paul's family. We had attended a lot of the major events in her life. Lee-Anne had always insisted that Paul be in some of the photos at every event. 

"Time for a shower," Michelle said, dragging me back to the present, I saw her glance at the naked flesh opposite. "I need to do some paperwork after. I hope you don't mind."

I understood that. With an Accountant as a husband and running the budget of a school I knew all about paperwork. Paul did a lot for me, or had his staff do it, but there was still plenty to keep me occupied. I followed Michelle back into the showers. We hung our towels on pegs and stood under the jets of water in adjoining cubicles.

I heard her switch off her water and I did the same. We stood close together towelling ourselves then each other. 

"Where are your clothes?" she asked, pulling on her shorts and T-shirt and stepping into her trainers.

"Laurie took them and put them in a locker." 

I hadn't thought how I was going to get my clothes back with Laurie gone. "I know the combination to her padlock," she said and, opening it, handed me my shoulder bag and clothes. 

I dressed slowly in front of her. I felt like I was a young girl again displaying in front of Paul.

Michelle smiled and kissed my cheek when I was ready. "I always do some paper work this time of day in my office. If you want to come?"

I didn't, I felt satisfied. But I was sure she did and I did owe her one. I followed her behind the counter, stopping while she spoke to the young girl there and into the office.

She turned to face me as she reached the desk. I dropped my shoulder bag to the floor and went to her.

We held each other close and kissed. Our lips parted and our tongues fenced. Her hands were already on the zip of my dress.

I stood back. She looked disappointed for a second.

"Let me do it," I said, feeling her breasts through the material of her T-shirt. "To you."

"We mustn't make a noise." She said, looking nervously towards the door.

"I won't," I promised, lifting her T-shirt and studying her dark brown nipples.

"It wasn't you I was thinking about."

She stopped talking as I licked one of her nipples then sucked on it. She sat back on the edge of her desk and opened her legs. Still sucking her nipple I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs. She lay back on her desk and helped me to take off her shorts.

Her shaven pussy looking like a little girls. But no little girl had a pussy like this. Its lips were already swollen and open. I pushed first one then a second finger inside her. She gasped and then moaned as I worked them in and out.

"Fuck me. Fuck me." I heard her say.

I looked around for something cock shaped. The only thing to suggest itself was the handset on the telephone. It was flat, thin, about two fingers wide with a slightly enlarged head for the loudspeaker. I picked it up, there was a buzzing sound. I showed her the phone and she pulled her knees to her nipples. I pulled her lips wide and looked at the moist pink flesh inside. I had to kiss it the, lifting my head placed the receiver against her and slowly worked it back and forth. At first she tensed then she slowly relaxed. I pushed a little harder and gradually the handset began to disappear inside her. I pulled it almost completely out. She stifled her cry of disappointment as I pushed it back in. It was nearly in to the mouthpiece when I stopped. I kept it still for a few seconds while she adjusted herself to accommodate it then began to work it in and out. Slowly at first, then faster. I rubbed her clit with the middle finger of my other hand. I looked into her eyes and we both smiled. Then her expression changed as if she had to concentrate on something. I rubbed her clit faster and worked the handset in and out. The tops of her thighs suddenly squeezed tightly together. I couldn't move the handset for a few seconds. 

"Fuck me," she gasped as her body went limp. 

"Wow."

I slowly pulled the handset from her pussy and replaced it on its stand.

I helped her to sit up and kissed her.

"Wow," she said again.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

She stretched.

"A bit."

We smiled at each other. I helped her into her shorts and we stood holding each other. It felt so nice.

There was a knock at the door.

"Mrs Wagstaffe?" A voice came from out side. 

"Your husbands on the phone. I couldn't patch him through. Your phone was engaged." 

"Yes," Michelle said, kissing my cheek. "It was. Well engaged."

Part 5. (Jenny).

Paul was in the shower when I got back into our hotel room. He was singing. He sounded pleased with himself. A part-empty pot of coffee and part drunken glass of coke stood on the coffee table. Had he been entertaining? I heard him turn off the shower and the sounds of him drying himself. I quickly undressed and lay on the bed. I always needed to make love with Paul after sex with a woman. 

To reassure myself I wasn't a lesbian I suppose. I knew I wasn't, I just found both sex's appealing.

At this moment I wanted Paul.

He came from the bathroom. A towel wrapped around his waist using a second to dry his hair. He stopped when he saw me on the bed. I felt shameless so I bent my knees and opened my legs. His eyes were glued to my pussy. I reached down and pulled my lips apart showing him everything. Here was a bulge appearing in the towel around his waist. I saw him swallow and reach down to rub himself. 

"Don't speak," I said, holding out my arms to him. "Come here, I want you." 

He dropped both towels to the floor and knelt on the bed between my legs. I thought for a moment he was going to go down on me. I didn't want that this time. I wanted him to fuck me. How shocking, I thought as I reached down and guided his prick into my waiting hole. I gasped as he sank inside me with one movement. Here I was a respectable schoolmistress behaving like 'a'. Like a what? Like a woman. I wrapped myself around him as he moved in and out of me. I kissed him. Urging him on with my heels against his ass cheeks. He was panting. He needed the exercise. He'd also been drinking. I could feel him growing inside me as I closed my eyes and thought of Michelle on her back with my hand working the telephone receiver in and out of her. She was coming. I was coming. Paul was coming. That was how it should be. I could feel his come hitting the walls of my vagina. I heard him grunt then sigh as he pulled out and rolled onto his back. 

"Have a good meeting?" I asked, pulling his arm around my back and laying my head on his shoulder.

"Fine," he replied, feeling one of my ass cheeks. "They do like to drink here."

"So I noticed."

"How about you," his finger rubbed against my anus. It was nice. I snuggled closer. "You weren't too bored I hope?"

"I found something to keep me occupied."

He yawned.

"I might have a little sleep," he said, standing up and pulling back the bed sheets on his side of the bed. I rolled onto it and pulled them up to my chin. 

"I might, as well." 

He walked around the bed and climbed in behind me. I felt his prick, soft against my ass cheeks. 

It was nice.

I closed my eyes and thought of Michelle.

Part 5. (Jenny).

We went down to the restaurant at nine o'clock. 

There had been times when we had lived in the little house in Bristol that we would be going to bed at this time. In our student days and the two years after whilst I took my masters degree and qualified as a teacher. The last two years had been difficult yet fun what with Shirley living with us, but, looking back had been worth it. 

We were met at the door and escorted to our table. Paul stopped and looked at the sign advertising the cabaret. 

She was older now. But I could remember how she had looked behind the reception desk in the hotel in Jamaica where Howie and Carole had worked before they married. (see Jamaican Fun). I had relented and let Paul accompany her on the piano in that Nightclub in Montego Bay. She'd got the contract. Then the recording contract and the rest, as they say is history. TV show, films, albums. Paul played on one. We hadn't seen her in ten years.

"Can we go in and see her later?" Paul asked.

"I'm afraid every tables taken, sir." He replied.

"Oh well, never mind."

He did look disappointed. I gave his hand a squeeze.

"Let's go and eat," I said.

We sat at our table.

"Do you have a card on you?" I asked as the waiter proffered a menu. 

"Umm." He mumbled, taking one from the inside pocket of his jacket and passing it across.

"Pen please." I said.

He took his grandfather's fountain pen from his pocket and passed it to me.

I wrote on the back of the card.

"Give me some money." I said across the table.

"Money?"

"Okay, wallet then. I want to check for love letters."

He handed it across.

"I must go to the toilet," he said standing up.

I watched as he walked towards the entrance.

I took out two twenties. The wine waiter came to take our order. 

"Can you get this to tonight's cabaret star?" I asked, showing him the corner of a twenty and the card. 

"Everybody wants me to get messages to her." He beamed.

"Like her do you?"

"I have all her records." He said proudly.

"London Quest?" I asked.

"That's the best."

"My husband played piano on it."

I showed him the front of the card. He took it from my hand as if it was a holy relic.

"Paul Wagstaffe. He only played on one album."

"I know."

"She dedicated it to him." He paused for a second. "No. It was Paul and Jenny."

He looked at me.

"Would that make you the Jenny?"

"Just Jenny." I could see Paul returning. "Don't tell him." 

I proffered the twenties.

"Not for this." He said putting the card in his pocket. "I'll make sure she gets it."

Paul took his seat.

"And what would you like to drink, Sir?"

It was ten thirty by the time we had finished. 

I'd kept Paul on two glasses of wine and mineral water. 

We were discussing whether to visit the bar or have an early night. I was for the early night if I didn't get any response from the card hence restricting him to the two glasses of wine.

Suddenly there was a commotion by the entrance to the Restaurant. People were standing up. Applauding. Cameras were flashing. The people on the next table stood up. Two big men stopped at our table. We looked up as they parted. 

"Paul, Jenny." 

She may have been in her fifties now but she had the body a twenty-year old would kill for. Her light brown skin shone, her dress clung. We stood up. I kissed her on both cheeks.

"Hallo Mary Belle."

Paul said as he kissed her on the lips. I noted how her hips seemed to fuse with his. His hand was moving down her back. It stopped where the material of her dress started just above her ass cheeks. She smiled into his eyes.

"You are a lucky lady, Jenny." She said, sitting in a chair one of her minders had brought from another table.

I knew that.

"What can I do for you?" She asked as we resumed our seats. "I knew Paul wanted to see you and we were told there were no tables left for your show so I thought that if you could spare a moment you might like." 

My voice trailed off.

"There is a table spare," she said, looking at a man standing behind Paul. He looked like the manager. "I feel certain. You should have just mentioned Howie, he owns the place after all."

"Howard Wolfenstein?" The manager started.

"They go way back, he flew the aeroplane on the night they had their first baby. Harvey runs the cruise side of the Organisation now. I do a cabaret turn for him now and then."

She looked at each of us in turn.

"It's really good to see you. I have to go and get ready now," she said standing up. Paul rose with her. "You'll stay on afterwards?"

"Perhaps for a little."

"We must get you to play."

"I don't think so."

"Jenny would like to hear you play." 

They both looked at me. 

"It's up to Paul." 

I wasn't going to help her and I wasn't letting Paul stand behind me. If he really wanted too he could.

"Come on, if you've finished. I want you somewhere I can see you." 

There were more applause and camera flashes as we left in her train. In the main foyer there was a queue of folks waiting at the door to the Nightclub. They all applauded when they saw Mary Belle. About ten couples back I saw a mass of red hair I'd recognise anywhere and I knew I'd never forget. 

"If it's not to much trouble, Mary Belle, could the table be for four."

Paul looked, I don't think he recognised Jim out of his uniform at first. 

"Please Mary Belle, if you could." He squeezed one of her hands. "He's a policeman who saved us from a lot of trouble this morning." 

"It will cost you."

"Alright, I'll play."

She kissed him. Let her, I was already hurrying to Michelle. 

"Michelle, I didn't know you were coming here tonight." I said, hugging her. I shook Jim's hand. 

I introduced them to Mary Belle, then Michelle to Paul. I could tell he liked what he saw.

Mary Belle signed some autographs for those in the queue, apologising for the venue being so small and we entered the Nightclub. More applause as Mary Belle made her way to the raised platform at one end of the room. It must have held upwards of three hundred people. There would normally have been a large dance floor but most of it was covered with tables and chairs. An extra table was hurriedly set up on one edge of the remaining dance floor and we sat down. Mary Belle stood in front of the microphone. She held up her hand and suddenly there was silence.

"Ladies and gentlemen tonight we have a special treat for you. Some of you may remember an Album I released back in the seventies titled London Quest." The applause was deafening.

"Well tonight we have the piano player on that album in the audience, Mr Paul Wagstaffe."

I heard a couple of 'who' from the audience but otherwise his name was met with polite applause.

"He has agreed to accompany me on a medley of tracks I will be singing from that album later." More applause as Mary Belle left the stage. A waiter arrived with two bottles of Champagne in an ice bucket and a tray with six glasses. 

Michelle, who was sitting next to me squeezed my thigh under the table.

"I didn't realise he was famous," she said, her eyes wide.

"He's not that famous."

"But to have played on records with her. Wait until I tell my mother."

I placed my hand on hers beneath the table, holding it in place. 

"And what will you tell her?"

I had to lean my mouth close to her ear as the band started and the audience erupted into sustained applause as Mary Belle returned to the stage.

"I tell her everything," I could feel her breath against the inside of my ear. 

It sent tingles through my entire body. 

"Everything?"

"Well, nearly. What I don't tell her I tell my sister." 

Mary Belle started to sing and we sipped our Champagne Michelle's hand gently squeezing my thigh beneath the table. I moved my hand to her thighs, tugging at the material of her dress, pulling it up until I could touch her panties. They were already wet as I pulled the gusset to one side and felt for a way inside her pussy with my finger. She slid forward on her seat and opened her legs wide to give me access and I was sure I heard her gasp over the noise of the audience as my finger penetrated her. I moved it slowly in and out. Paul and Jim could not tear their eyes from the stage as Mary Belle put every ounce of feeling, her hallmark, into her songs. Her first set finished, she left the stage to a standing ovation. Nearly everybody stood up. I think only Michelle and myself didn't. It's hard too when your hand is inside somebody else's knickers. The noise abated and the men turned their attentions to us. I pulled my finger from her pussy and automatically lifted it to my nose. It smelled wonderful.




Dallas Adventure



I smiled at Paul.

"Care to dance," he said standing up and offering me his hand. 

I took it and he led me onto the rapidly filling dance area. Jim and Michelle followed us. He placed one hand in the small of my back and held my other hand close to our shoulders as the band played something slow. Well medium paced but we moved slowly. I could feel him growing against me so helped him by grinding myself lightly against it. His hand moved down my back, stopping where my ass cheeks started. I wouldn't have said no to his going lower. It's one of the worst parts about getting older, you start observing the social niceties. Still, we could look forward to being really old and then we could act as we pleased.

I looked to my side and into Michelle's eyes. e was resting her head on Jim's shoulder. Smiling. The floor was getting really crowded and we were jostled twice. 

"Let's sit this one out," Paul said, kissing my nose.

I suddenly felt very damp. As we all sat down Jim reached into his trouser pocket and took out a small, black pager. It was vibrating violently. I must get one. 

"I must make a phone call." He said and hurried out into the hotel foyer. 

We sipped at our Champagne and tried to make small talk but in the end we gave it up and I settled to feeling Michelle's thighs instead. He returned inside five minutes. Sitting down he spoke into Michelle's ear. She replied. He looked around the table and smiled. Then he said something to Paul and was gone.

Michelle leaned towards me, her hand on my thigh under the table. 

"He has to go. Those men from this morning. They're holed up somewhere with a hostage and they want him to act as a negotiator as he knows them. He may be all night. I said I wanted to see the rest of the show. It might be the only chance I get. I said you would see me all right afterwards. You will, won't you." 

She smiled. I smiled back.

Mary Belle came back on stage and Paul went up to join her. For fifteen minutes there was just the two of them. I recognised the melody of his great Uncle Alistairs' tune for Natasha. Written by a one handed man, left handed at that, only Paul could really play it even now.

It was over. There was silence. Then the room erupted. There were tears rolling down my cheeks. Michelle caught them on her fingertip. There were tears in her own eyes. 

"I'd only ever heard that on the radio." 

She turned her head away and sniffed into a handkerchief. I put my arm around her shoulder and hugged her. Paul was kissing Mary Belle and having his hand shaken by all the orchestra members. A bouquet appeared for Mary Belle. I always wondered where they found them at this time of night. Bunches of flowers were pressed into mine and Michelle's hands. A spotlight followed Paul back to our table. Mary Belle sang again.

Then she was gone. A man came on and told some rude jokes, which after what had gone before, fell flat and people started to leave. I had Paul sign an autograph for a middle aged wine waiter and kept the piece of paper for Mary Belle to add hers when we joined her in her rooms.

Michelle came with us. I wasn't letting her out of my sight now that the opportunity of spending the night together had arose. She had better rooms than we had. I must mention it to Howie. A large lounge with bar and two bedrooms. Now if we had two bedrooms I could banish Paul to one, which would leave the other for Michelle and myself. We three might even have to share a bed. I didn't think I wanted Paul to have Michelle, she was mine. She might not want to let him have her anyway. We would just have to see.

It was two o'clock when we left Mary Belle's room and took the lift to our floor. Paul squeezed my ass cheeks in the lift while I squeezed Michelle's. He didn't find it strange that there were two women with him. I began to wonder if he had told me all his secrets.

Michelle had been quiet for a while. I think she was as uncertain as I was as to what was going to happen when the door to our bedroom closed. Paul turned the key in the lock and turned on the lights before standing aside to let us enter.

He closed the door behind us.

Part 6. (Jenny).

Paul dropped his jacket over the back of a chair and walked into the bathroom. I looked at Michelle. Neither of us spoke or moved. Then I reached out and felt one of her breasts. She moved closer and placed both hands on mine. I could feel my nipples hardening immediately beneath her touch. As I could hers under mine. We sprang apart as the toilet flushed.

Paul came back into the room.

"What are we going to do with Michelle?" He asked, removing his tie and cufflinks. "It's a little late to send her home on her own." 

"I thought she might share our bed tonight." I said, kneeling down in front of him and unlacing his shoes. 

I pushed him gently and he sat back on the bed. Michelle knelt by my side and together we removed his socks and shoes. As I reached for the buckle of his trousers I felt Michelle's fingers on the zip on my dress, sliding it down to where my panties began.


"But, Michelle?" Paul said, holding my hands.

"It's all right," she said standing up and stepping from her dress, standing before him in the briefest of panties. I looked at her fit young body. Oh to be young again. To have a body you were proud to show to anyone. I looked down at my own. Thickening around the hips. Boobs on the verge of giving up the unequal battle with gravity. I knew Paul still found me attractive but he was still seeing me, as I was when we first met when I was eighteen. What Michelle could see in me I couldn't tell. With her looks and body. I felt a moments panic. What if Paul has her? Perhaps she wouldn't want to look at me again? 

I think she sensed some of my thoughts and feelings for she helped me to my feet and out of my dress. Pulling me close she kissed me whilst reaching behind me and unhooking my bra. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic of my cotton knickers and eased them off over my hips and ass cheeks. I fumbled with hers as we kissed again. Another pair of hands were on my ass cheeks. I needn't look who's they were, I knew the touch so well. I felt him move behind me. I could feel his warm breath against the soft flesh between my cheeks as he pulled my panties to the ground. I stepped from them and looked into Michelle's eyes as Paul's tongue explored between my ass cheeks for my anus. I threw back my head and cried out loud as he found it. 

Michelle held me tight and kissed my neck then, first lowering her head to suck on one then the other of my nipples, sank to her knees before me. She ran her fingers through my pubic hairs, lifting them away from and exposing my pussy. She pushed out her tongue and licked it. I wanted to thrust my hips forward, to grind myself against her face but I didn't want to loose the wonderful sensations Paul was creating through my other hole. I placed a hand on both their heads and pulled them closer. Paul responded by trying to force his tongue inside me whilst Michelle pulled my clit from its cover with her lips and sucked it into her mouth. It was being stretched, then she released it. Her tongue flicked at it and I came, she flicked it again and again and again I came. 

Paul's tongue was inside my ass, it was wonderful, I came again. Each orgasm was more intense than the last. Each one prepared the way for the next. Paul's hand was between my legs from the rear, Michelle's from the front as they each pushed a finger into my pussy. Together they worked them in and out as one. I could feel myself building again. I was there. My legs would no longer support me and I fell onto the bed.

There were hands on my body laying me flat. I looked up into Paul's eyes. There was concern there.

"It was wonderful," I reassured him. I looked around. 

"Michelle?"

The bed moved and Michelle was lying naked by my side. 

"You looked like you enjoyed that," she said, snuggling close and kissing my cheek.

"I've not felt like that for years." I said kissing her on the forehead, then her nose and finally her lips. "Did I say thank you?" 

"Not yet," she rested her head on my shoulder and we watched as Paul undressed. 

"But you will."

"I know," I said, reaching down and feeling her pussy lips. 

Paul walked naked to the door and switched off the lights. He stumbled in the darkness and I heard him swear.

The bed moved as he climbed on the other side of Michelle and she turned onto her back.

I could just make out his head as he lowered his lips to hers. I imagined his tongue pushing against her lips and her opening them to allow him inside. I felt her breast then guided Paul's hand to her other one. Paul lifted his head then lowered his lips again. This time it was onto her nipple. I heard him slurping like a baby does when it's feeding. Michelle moaned. I leaned across her and kissed her. Paul's hand was feeling my ass, his fingertip gently rubbing the soft skin between my two holes. He moved his head down her body, I followed it with my own. He kissed her navel I kissed her ribs. I could almost see him pulling her pussy lips apart before attacking her with his tongue. I licked the little ring through her navel. Michelle lifted her hips from the bed as if in an attempt to escape from our attentions. She cried out once and swore twice. I moved my lips back to her breasts whilst Paul brought her off again. I could see the outline of Paul's head as he lifted it from between Michelle's wonderful thighs. I reached down for his prick. It was nearly hard. I moved further down and took the tip inside my mouth. He pushed in and out as if it was a fanny. I liked having him in my mouth. I pulled back my head and, holding the lips of Michelle's pussy open, pressed the tip of his prick against her opening. 

He pushed. Michelle adjusted herself. 

He pushed again, this time sinking deep inside her. He pulled it almost completely out then pushed it back inside again. Michelle gave a satisfied grown as he filled her and started pumping in and out.

"All right, dear," I whispered into her ear.

"It feels so good," she gasped as Paul speeded up. 

"I'm glad you like him."

"I love you both," she turned her head so I could kiss her. 

As I fenced with her tongue I reached down between their thrusting bodies and found and rubbed on her clit.

She threw her head from side to side. Paul shortened and quickened his strokes. I rubbed faster. She reached between my legs and rubbed my clit. My, oh so sensitive, clit. I heard her cry out as she came, I could almost feel Paul coming inside as once again I was engulfed in wave after wave of pleasure. Paul pulled out and lay down by her side. I reached between the still open lips of her pussy with my fingertip, pushing it inside then holding it to my lips. I touched it with my tongue. I could taste Michelle and Paul's come. I placed my finger against her lips. She opened them and first licked, then sucked on my finger. I kissed her, tasting the two people I loved most in the world in one moment. Paul stood up.

"It's getting nippy out here," he said. "Let's get under the covers."

Part 7. (Paul).

I awoke with a hard on. The tip of my prick was nestling between the cheeks of somebody's ass. It felt so nice I didn't want to open my eyes. I could feel fingers on my prick. The ass moved a little and my prick was sinking into something warm, wet and tight. I moved my hand onto a breast and squeezed. Somebody sighed. I could feel another breast against the back of my hand so I felt that as well as my hips started moving my prick in and out. Suddenly there was a flurry of movement and I opened my eyes. I was staring into a mass of red hair. I must be having Michelle, I thought. Somebody's thigh came to rest against the side of my face and I lifted it so I could see what was happening. Michelle's lips and tongue were working gently on Jenny's clit. I looked down. I couldn't see what Jenny was doing as her head was hidden by Michelle's thigh and ass cheek. It must have been good because she was certainly making some wonderful noises. Perhaps it was because of what I was doing? 

I moved faster. I could feel my balls lifting and my prick growing. It seemed as if both girls had come because they stopped moving as if waiting for me. I wasn't going to disappoint them. I was finding it hard to catch my breath, panting, then I was there. I felt Jenny's fingers on my prick pulling me out of Michelle's fanny. 

I was coming.

Then I felt Jenny's lips around my prick. I shot and shot and shot. I'd finished. Jenny sucked hard on the end of my shrinking prick to make sure I hadn't saved any then lifted her head. She had come on her eyebrows, nose, cheeks and lips. She opened her lips and poked out her tongue and there was cum on it as well.

They both sat up and Michelle licked and sucked Jenny's face clean. Pausing to share it with her as they kissed open mouthed.

"I thought I'd share breakfast with you," Jenny said, kissing Michelle on the lips when she had finished..

"I'm glad you did." Michelle replied and turning to me said. "Where do we go from here?"

Comments are welcome.

Watch out for Paul and Jenny in 'Return to Dallas.'