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Just One Night

By: drew13579



“Angel, there’s Fedex for you.”

And for a second you are numb. For a second the office fades away, and all of the world reduces itself to the envelope being held out to you. It is Him. You just know it. He needs you. With a less than steady hand you reach out and take the envelope, signing for it.

When the courier has left your desk, you sit for a moment, staring at it. Finally, with a deep breath you open it. Inside is a note, handwritten on an elegant laid linen card. 

“After work, corner of 8th and Main.  –Drew”

Your heart pounds in your chest. He is going to have you tonight. You know you shouldn’t go, but you know you will. Glancing at the clock, you realize that there is only a half hour left in the day. You make phone calls, begging excuses. Sister sick, going to take care of her? Working late, staying in the city? You settle on the sick sister, as it will give you the entire night and all of tomorrow. 

You gather your things and shut off the computer. 

5:10 PM

A limo glides up to the corner or 8th and Main, and you have no doubt that it is for you. The elderly English chauffeur steps out and opens the door for you with a tip of his hat. “Good evening, Miss” “Good evening.”

The door closes, cocooning you in a world of soft leather and light cool and filtered by the smoked glass windows. You close your eyes, wondering what the evening will bring, and knowing that certainly, you will be made love to. Perhaps gently, perhaps wildly, but definitely completely. His hunger for you is a flame that burns between the two of you, a warmth you carry through your day, knowing how completely, how totally he adores you. You are surprised to find that one hand has drifted to your thigh, bare under your sensible office suit skirt, and is lightly tracing up and down the soft white skin. 

5:22PM

The limo glides to a stop. A second later James opens the door, and you step out onto the tarmac of a private airport. A few yards away stands a private jet, black, sleek, engines running at idle. The pilot approaches. 

“Good evening ma’am, I’m John Diehl, I’ll be your pilot tonight. If you’re ready, we can get going now?”

He escorts you onto the plane and seals the hatch. 

“Make yourself comfortable, flight time should be just about an hour. Drew asked that I give you this-“ he hands you an envelope in the same elegant linen the note was written on. And if you’ll take a seat we’ll be off. 

The interior of the plane is simple and elegant, the seats wide, soft, upholstered in cream colored leather. 

As the plane takes off you open the envelope. 

“Angel, 

So glad you could be here. Do not worry, you will be back at home by morning tomorrow. Everything you need, I have arranged for you in advance. Go through the aft hatch, and you will find a surprise.

Drew”

You walk to the rear of the plane and find a doorway. You open it, and step into a small bedroom done in maroon and chocolate brown, Tiffany lamps cast a warm glow on the space, and there on the bed, you see the outfit laid out. 

The lingerie by itself would be a gift from God. French, and handmade, the stockings are elegant, black, sewn for you and you alone. The shoes are Manolo-open toed slingback pumps in black velvet and winking with what are either rhinestones or…diamonds? The dress is sin itself, again black and laced with stones, but so sheer it is little more than a thigh length sheath of glittering smoke. The jacket that goes over it is short, in crushed black velvet, lying there on the bed like a dream of midnight. And above are the boxes, in that marvelous pale turquoise, bearing the logo Tiffany & Company. A bracelet and necklace, both in diamonds set in black steel, and several dozen hairpins in white gold, each with a diamond trailing from the top by a fine chain. In the last box is a Keycard for a hotel suite: Bellagio Penthouse One.

Unable to take your eyes from the bed, you undress in a daze, letting your workday clothes tumble to the rich red carpet around you. And there, seduced by your situation, toes curling in the thick, soft rug, you stand, naked, in this wonderfully warm bedroom, hurtling through the cold night air six miles above the earth. 

Dressing is a dream, a promise of the night to come. The stockings, the dress, each garment seems to embrace you like a gentle hug as you put it on. Each conforming perfectly to your body, soft, teasing, an awakening for each perfect alabaster inch of your skin. 

When the last hairpin is in place you look at yourself in the mirror over the dresser. Beneath the jacket, the sheer dress makes your body look more like adorned nakedness than anything else, your nipples visible through the sheath when the jacket shifts to reveal one. Below the jacket, the swell of your hips and the cleft of your sex is a whisper to your eyes in the mirror. Looking at yourself closely, you thin that you look more naked than naked, but stepping back just a foot or so, the elegance of the outfit and the glitter of the diamonds makes you look dressed. 

The captain’s voice comes over the intercom. “Ma’am, we will be landing in about 10 minutes, if you would please take a seat.”

You stride out to your seat, reborn in a dream of elegant sexuality, and stare out at the lights of Las Vegas rushing up to meet you. 

7:39 PM

The limousine door opens and you step out into the foyer of Bellagio. As you cross the lobby, your heels clicking cleanly on the white marble floor you can feel the eyes of a hundred men on you. Hot, hungry, roaming everywhere, from your ruby red nailed toes in the sheer stockings, up every curve of your legs, on the cheeks of your ass. More than a few stare openly, with a raw animal lust that tells you in no uncertain terms how completely you are desired.

7:48 PM The elevator ride up is incredible, beneath are the fountains, and the strip fades into a river of twinkling light until the discreet bell overhead chimes once and the doors behind you open. 

Your hand is shaking as you reach out and insert the keycard into the door of the suite. The light on the lock winks from amber to green, and with the softest of clicks, the lock disengages. 

You step into the suite with a slight gasp. The room is immaculate, done in contemporary Italian, with rich drapes and upholstery in beige silk. The drapes are drawn fully, and not a hint of the electric light of the strip invades the space. Everywhere there are candles. On the bar, the coffee table, the end tables by the sofas, over the fireplace mantle. A low orange fire burns in the fireplace, further warming the space. 

“Hello”

Startled, you turn to see me standing by the bar in a black silk suit and French shirt with diamond studs—obviously chosen to compliment your dress. Your sweet, wet, trembling lips curl into a slight smile and you come towards me. 

You walk into my arms And we embrace, the soft silk of my suit teasing your body through the sheer dress. 

“I….I’m glad I came…” you say.

I pour a glass of champagne for you, and gently turn you by your shoulders, so that I am standing behind you by the bar. I remove your jacket, kiss the nape of your neck gently. With a slight sigh, you bring the glass of ice cold wine to your lips and sip it as my hands roam over the sheer soft dress, taking in the warm suppleness of your skin beneath. Then I begin taking the dress down, over your breasts, the soft material dragging over your nipples, your tummy, your hips and thighs, and finally pooling around your ankles in a soft hiss of fabric. 

From your stockinged legs to your shoulders and back, again and again my hands roam lightly over your tingling skin, stopping here and there to appreciate a curve, or hollow, as my hands acquaint themselves with you. 

“Mmmm…” I mumble “even better than I had imagined. … “

Again I roam over your skin, this time not just with my hands, but my lips also, gently kissing you all over as you stand at the bar in your heels and stockings. The back of a knee, the inside of a thigh, The sweet mound a few inches above your sex, The small of your back, the tender white flesh of your breasts, just around the areola, but not on it. The back of your neck….  All the while, my hands continue to explore, caressing everything but those few places, where you are now burning to be touched. 

And I am back up and standing behind you again, my breath warm on your neck, my lips at your ear. And I whisper. 

“I want to touch . I want to touch you between your legs, on that sweet little pussy. I want to play with your nipples, I want to touch inside of you, and feel the heat and wetness you have waiting for me there. “

You nod with a little moan, ready to be touched NOW. 

My hands go down to your legs again, sliding to the dress pooled at your feet, and begin sensuously dragging the fabric back up your body, over your hips, finally over your breasts, letting each soft thread trail over your now hard nipples. And again I whisper in your ear. 

“I will, but not here.”

I help you into your jacket, take the glass of wine from your hand and sit it on the bar. And a second later you are walking down the hallway, skin alive and tingling.

9:03 PM The nightclub is pure Las Vegas…rings of deep black leather booths rising in tiers above a lighted stage. Jazz plays softly as the Maitre d’ leads us to the center booth on the highest tier. The backs are high, rising a foot over your head.

A white Jacketed waiter appears, I whisper to him, and he is gone only to return a minute later with two iced bottles of Dom Perignon, a crystal bowl of strawberries, and a small heated silver tureen of chocolate sauce. 

The champagne crackles into crystal flutes before us, and the waiter is gone as the lights come down, bringing the room into near darkness as a quiet jazz trio takes the stage and begins playing. 

I lean over and kiss you tenderly, and my fingers close around the front of the dress drawing it down over your nipples, leaving them bare under the velvet jacket. As it passes down to below your navel I whisper again..“Lift your hips.”

You do and in a second the sheath again slides to a into a heap around your ankles under the table, and there you sit, naked but for the jacket, stockings, and diamonds. 

I pluck a strawberry form the crystal bowl and dip it into the creamy chocolate.

“Lay your head back against the booth and close your eyes.”

You do, and a second later feel me tenderly pull the jacket open to bear your left nipple. 

“Open your mouth.”

And you feel me feeding you the chocolate covered strawberry, the chocolate thick and hot over the cool fruit. 

There is the rustle of fabric as I reach for another strawberry, and a second later you feel the hot chocolate being slathered over your bare nipple. You gasp at the heat, and again a second later as my mouth closes of the tender pink bud, sucking it inside and rolling my tongue all around it. 

The soft velvet of the jacket covers the sensitive flesh and the other nipple is bared. Again the chocolate covers it and is sucked off, sending shudders coursing down your body. 

The jacket shifts again, covering the right nipple and again bearing the left. You expect the heat of the chocolate, and let out a muffled squeal of surprise as my mouth-- full of cold champagne-- covers the nipple, puckering the tender nub for my lips to pull hard at it only a second later.

Then the right nipple gets the same. And my hungry mouth falls upon your shoulder, then your neck, kissing my way up to your ear where I whisper:

“Spread your legs.”

You do so instantly, your only thought to give me greater access to your body, to receive more pleasure. 

A second later you feel the cool tip of a strawberry nestling between your hot vulva. Up and down the seam, it traces, dipping deeper and deeper at your gate, until finally it breaches you, releasing a flood of wetness that seeps through your pussy, soaking you completely. 

For some time, the strawberry is your life, tracing you, touching you, the cool fruit and subtle scratch of the seeds teasing your clit. Your hips begin to arch toward the strawberry, begging me for more contact. Finally I dip the fruit well into you, soaking it in the juice from your over heated quim. 

“Open your eyes.”

And you see me holding the strawberry, both it and my fingers glistening with your juices, before I pop it into my mouth.

A new heat burns in my eyes as I chew the fruit slowly. But you know it is not the strawberry, but your pussy that has lit this fire in me. 

I dip another strawberry in the chocolate, and you watch me slowly bring it to your nipple. You gasp as the heat touches you, first on one nipple then the other. This time I suck it more roughly, sending little lightning bolts of pleasure from your nipples to that delicate secret spot right behind your clit. 

Your eyes close, and you float, lost in this world of darkness, and jazz and being touched. Warm, cold, soft, rough, on and on it goes, with each passing minute, you become more aware of the need between your legs. For a tongue, for a finger, for a cock. To be opened, to be taken, to enjoy the delicious surrender that only invasion of that wonderfully hot mouth between your legs can bring. 

You open your eyes and look right into mine. “Please…PLEASE fuck me. Take me home and fuck me.”

I kiss you lightly and nod. 

10:48 Inside the limo you are quiet, snuggling with me as I toy with your pussy, lightly rubbing the mound of you to keep you close to orgasm without letting you ever get there, keeping you hot for the bed we both know we need. 

Later, you will remember being a little afraid of what was coming right then, of feeling that incredible need, and knowing that you would come harder than you ever had in your life—and very soon. 

11:09

As soon as the elevator doors are closed I am on you. In a second the jacket and dress are on the floor. We kiss fiercely, and my hands wrap around your ass, and I lift you up, holding you against the wall. I move my hands and raise you higher, and in one moment my tongue enters your pussy and begins to swirl around. I eat your pussy with a pure animal hunger, sucking, licking, even biting a little…

You are seconds from cumming when the bell chimes and the doors open. 

I lower you to the elevator floor, but your knees buckle, so instead I carry you. 

The dress and jacket forgotten on the elevator floor, you lie bare in my arms, floating down the hallway towards destiny…

11:13

I lay you gently on the bed, and stare down at you, the hunger in your eyes, the hadrness of your nipples, the inflamed swell of your pussy. With infinite care I remove your shoes, and then your stockings, so that you are naked before me, excepting the diamonds, shining in the light of a hundred candles glowing on your skin. 

Staring at your perfect body, I undress slowly, enjoying the sight of you. That perfect skin, those innocent looking schoolgirl breasts, those perfect legs. As my pants fall away you see my cock, hard and massive, thick as your wrist and a proud 10 ½ inches long. Involuntarily, your legs spread.

And I am between them. Our mouths meet hungrily, wetly, and you feel the fat blunt head of my cock nestling between the lips of your hot pussy. As we kiss, I burrow deeper and deeper, until finally the head of my cock is inside of you. You gasp at the width of it, stretching your opening. Looking deep into your eyes, I slide half of me inside of you in a single thrust. Your legs wrap around me, pulling me in, and we begin to rock together, kissing and it begins. Your hot cunt gripping me, pulling me inside of you, spasming in the waves of the first orgasms’ beginning. 

I am unable to resist any more, and rocking back once, slam all of me up into you, taking you completely. As you feel your delicate pussy stretched to new dimensions around my cock, you surrender completely, and the orgasm starts. White light and ecstasy. Kissing, clawing, pulling me into you. Stretched beyond all memory, taken, filled, and conquered, you scream moan and shake, shattered by the intensity of being so totally ravished. Your wetness soaks us both and the smell of sex, of your sweet, freshly fucked pussy fills the room. 

I lay still, my cock still inside you, still stretching you, still possessing you as the waves pass, staring into your eyes.

After a time, I slide my cock out an inch, and then ease it all the way back up you. Then I slide out two inches and back up. And I am fucking you again, this time in a steady rhythm, faster and faster. 

I turn you over, and you grip the oak headboard of the bed as I fuck you from behind, holding your hips and fucking faster and faster until I am slamming into you. On and on it goes, and I reach under you and play with your clit as I fuck you. Seconds later your second orgasm of the night begins and your knuckles go white on the headboard as it rocks you…but before it even passes, another is building…

Again I flip you over and slam my hips into yours, pounding away at you…and again the contractions start, this time for both of us at the same time. The wave is coming up for both of us together. We come together, shuddering, shaking, breathless at the intensity of the release, and lie together, panting for some time, until sleep comes.

Just One Night



I'm coming to you tonight, my best friend, and my confidant. We talk almost every day and yet, after tonight...it will be different. 

When I enter the room, we smile shyly at each other; I walk over to you so we are face to face. I put my arms around you for a hug and we just hold each other. We both know how important this night is...it will be the only one we ever have together. 

I pull back a little and look into your big brown eyes and start running my hands through your hair. I see you looking at my mouth, so I lick my lips as an invitation. We kiss, slowly, softly at first, exploring the feel of each other's lips. You deepen the kiss with your tongue, which makes me moan. I love the way you taste; I feel like I've been starving and I'm getting nourishment from you. Your kisses awaken desires that I didn't know were there. You move your hands from my waist to my back and pull me closer, making the butterflies in my stomach do back-flips. I gently tug on your hair so I can kiss your neck and ears, which elicits a gasp from your lips.

I unbutton your shirt and place my hand on your scar. You stare at me as I lean down to plant soft kisses on it. You take off your shirt and reach for the hem of mine, looking into my eyes to make sure its ok. I answer by raising my arms over my head. You slowly pull my top over my head, toss it away, and run your hands down my arms. I shiver as you kiss my neck and shoulders, moving the straps of my bra out of the way. You move your kisses to my chest. My head falls back as you send waves of pleasure through me. You groan and take my face in your hands and we kiss even deeper. Our feet move towards the bed as our passion builds.

We lay down together, still kissing; I can't get enough of you. I want you so much it almost hurts. I need to feel your skin against mine. Breaking contact reluctantly, I unbutton my jeans and pull them off. You follow suit, never taking your eyes off me. Turning my back to you, I unhook my bra and slide it off; you reach over and pull me against you. We lay together for a little while, breathing heavily. You begin to nuzzle my neck, so I roll over to look at you; I am mesmerized by the look in your eyes. Do they mirror mine? I feel like I am looking into your soul. I see hunger and longing there. It's almost too much. You begin to caress my chest, making my nipples hard and I arch my back against your hand, finally able to look away.

You cup your hands around my breasts and lower your mouth to them, teasing them with your tongue and lips, making me squirm with delight. You test the boundaries by nibbling lightly on my nipples and my eyes widen with the new sensations of pleasure and pain. You begin to travel south, tasting my skin as you go. Excruciatingly slowly, you kiss and lick your way down my stomach, hips, thighs and find a very sensitive spot on the back of my knee that makes me squeal when you reach it. We both laugh and sit up so we can kiss each other more.

I lay you down on your back and begin exploring your body with my hands and tongue. I love the noises you make when I find sensitive places. I lick the outer edge of your ear and run my tongue down your neck. I move over you and kiss across your chest, returning the favor of gentle bites on your nipples. I straddle you and smile down at the face I've become so attached to. I trace the scar on your chest with my finger as a tear rolls down my face. I never want you to be in pain again. I want to take your pain away, even if it's just for one night. 

I take your hand and kiss the pads of each finger. My lips part and I slide one finger into my mouth. You can't stop staring at me while I do this, because you know what is coming. I lean over to kiss your scar again, and move lower to your stomach. I gently tug your underwear down to release your cock, which is fully erect and impressive. My fingers trace lightly up one side and down the other. I want to taste you. I lick my lips and open them to allow the tip in and run my tongue around the head. You taste salty and musky and wonderful. I take you in further and you moan which makes me move my mouth all the way down your shaft. It feels like velvet in my mouth. Your hands are in my hair and I know how good this feels for you. I move back to the head and suck on it lightly and then move all the way down again. I cup your balls as my tongue dances around your cock and the sounds you make get me so hot. I tease and torture you until I can feel you getting close...and you make me stop.

You pull me up to you and I ask, "What's wrong? Didn't that feel good?" 

"Oh, it did, it REALLY did...but I want to make you feel good first. Please let me...." 

"Yes...oh yes...please," I almost beg. 

You hook your fingers into the side of my panties and pull them down. Your hand reaches between my legs to find me already so wet. Your fingers skim my pussy lightly and I tremble in anticipation. You begin to rub the outer lips and open them to slip a finger into the wetness. I watch as you put your finger into your mouth to taste it and you smile. I suck in my breath because the sight of that is so erotic. We kiss again and I can taste myself on your tongue. You wrap your arms around me tighter and we kiss some more and get lost in each other. 

Your kisses eventually move to my neck and you find a spot that makes me shudder and concentrate on it until I begin to moan. You move over me and take my left nipple in your mouth, licking and sucking while you pinch my right. You switch sides and now softly bite my right nipple while tormenting my left with your hand. I can feel the muscles at my core begin to tense and I move my hips so my pussy rubs against your stomach. You are driving me crazy! 

You slowly move down my body, kissing as you go. You situate yourself between my thighs, put my legs over your shoulders and grab my ass. I can feel your tongue moving up and down and your hot breath on my sex. You take each lip and slowly and deeply suck it into your mouth. I moan in appreciation and you push your tongue deeper inside of me. I am so excited that I grab the back of your head and push it even farther into me so I can grind my pussy on your face. You moan and the vibrations tickle. I squirm as you slide one finger inside me, then another. You find my clit and flick it with your tongue. My juices begin to flow and you drink them like you've been starving for them. As your fingers slide in and out, you continue your assault on my clit. My orgasm starts deep inside.

"Oh my GOD, " leaves my lips and I begin to shudder. 

I hold your head tighter to me as waves of pleasures begin to hit me. The passion washes over me as my muscles contract over and over; it feels like it's never going to end. You never slow your assault until I cry out and beg you to stop. As I let the waves subside and calm my breath, I feel you crawl up to me. You run your finger lightly over my lips. I open my eyes and look into your deep brown eyes and get lost. You start kissing me again and I get lost in you. I wrap my arms around your neck and run my fingers through your soft, brown hair. I feel you exploring my mouth with your kisses and I know that I could do this forever. Your tongue caresses mine and I am getting turned on all over again. I need to feel you inside me, but I don't want to stop kissing you; I move my hands down around your body and grab your ass, trying to let you know what I need. 

Your hands roam down my body and I sigh. Your fingers leave a trail of heat as they move down toward my pussy. I arch my back and kiss you deeper when you find it. I'm already soaked but you rub my clit anyway and it sends shocks through my body; I softly bite your tongue in response. I can feel your cock against my leg and I reach down to guide you inside me. I revel in the feeling as you slide your thick member into me; we lock eyes as we join together intimately. 

You begin to move and I whisper, "Please go slowly," and I kiss you deeply again. 

I never want this to end; I never want to let you go. Making love to you is even better than I imagined. You move so slowly all the way in and out, it's delicious torture! I am overwhelmed with feelings of love and sadness; this is our only time together. I can't have you to myself; it's not meant to be. I can feel the tears behind my eyes and one escapes to roll down my face. 

You break our kiss and look at me with a worried expression. "Are you ok?" you ask. What do I say? Do I tell you that I am so in love with you that it hurts? Do I tell you that I will cherish you forever? 

I'm too scared....so all I can do is shout, "FUCK ME...FUCK ME HARD, I WANT TO SCREAM!" I'm hoping I can hide my feelings, so it will be easier to leave later.

You begin to move faster. I try to match your pace and our breathing gets faster with the effort. You feel so good; I can feel another orgasm beginning deep inside. We move as one and I can feel myself getting wetter; I can't help the moans escaping my lips. You seem to know my body and can tell that I'm on the edge. You pull out and press the head of your cock on my clit as you begin to cum. I've never felt anything like that before and then you surprise me even more when you slide back inside as my orgasm overtakes me. We cum together and I dig my nails into your back and move my hips up to yours as you slam your cock into me. I lean in so I can kiss you again, so we are joined like a never-ending circle of pleasure. 

We collapse together...still together and holding each other. As we lay in each other's arms, I look at your face. You look peaceful and sated and I want to memorize every little detail about you, so when I close my eyes, you're there. We re-arrange ourselves to cuddle and you fall asleep. I lay there listening to your even breathing. My heart breaks as I gently get out of bed and begin to dress. 

I gaze at you one last time, whisper, "I love you," and leave, quietly closing the door behind me.



Just One Night



Harmony blushed as she took the flowers, her wet eyes glistening. "They're beautiful," she whispered. With one hand she tenderly, lightly, stroked the rose petals. 

"It's only the best for my girl," Gary boomed. His husky voice, low and resounding, echoed through the old building's entryway corridor. 

Harmony swallowed hard, trying not to look directly at him. "Thank you," she mumbled.

"I can take those, dear," her mother interjected, reaching around Harmony to grab at them. "You two need to practice your dancing."

"So do you and Dad," Harmony reminded her. "In fact, I think the two of you need it more than we do." She glanced over to Payton, who sat unusually silent in one of the large sofas, toying with her long ashen hair. "Gary, why don't you hand these over to Payton? She can hold them while we dance."

His face gave a brief nervous twitch before he clenched the bouquet and turned to hurry across to where Payton sat.

"The two of you will be so happy together," her mother beamed, whispering into Harmony's ear. She laid a heavy hand on Harmony's shoulder. "How are you feeling about the wedding? You can't tell me you don't love a man who gives you flowers like that."

Harmony clenched her jaw for a moment, watching Gary as he strode across the hallway. He was large and powerful, but as gentle with her as if she were delicate blown glass. "Sometimes I do, I think," Harmony agreed. "I care for him more each day."

She felt her mother's grip tighten, then drop away. "You're doing the right thing marrying him," she assured Harmony. "He's a catch. He's from an excellent family, and truly a righteous man himself. His ancestors joined the church generations ago. They were part of the pilgrimage that crossed the plains. They have a wonderful heritage, Harmony."

"Besides," Harmony's dad towered over the two of them as he quietly came up from behind, "You're not getting any younger. This is probably your best chance, if not your last."

"I'm . . . only twenty, and . . ." Harmony stammered, stopping as she realized that public was not a place to have the same old discussion again. Her brow furrowed as she watched Payton look up at Gary, her face suddenly flush as he handed her the flowers.

"Don't forget you have chunky calves," her mother poked her in the ribs. "Men like really slender legs. You're lucky Gary doesn't seem to notice."

Harmony looked at the floor to hide a pained grimace, absently pulling down on her long skirt.

"You care about him," Harmony's mother whispered softly. "You will learn to love him, and the two of you will be happy. I promise."

Harmony squelched a long, frustrated sigh and went to meet Gary on his way back to her. He took her hand warmly and led her into the dance hall.

"Just a couple more hours of dance lessons," she heard her mother crowing behind her. "The wedding is going to be simply perfect."

"I'm going to be glad when the wedding's over," Gary whispered, putting his arm around Harmony as they stood to wait for the instructor. "I'm just a bit concerned that your mother thinks she's the one getting married."

Harmony choked back her laugh. "That could make for an awkward honeymoon," she agreed.

Gary went dead quiet, and Harmony scrunched her nose in remorse. 

"Have you thought any more about what you'd like to do for our honeymoon?" he prodded after a long, uncomfortable moment.

Harmony felt the familiar knot in her stomach. She shook her head. "I've been trying not to," she confessed.

Gary gave an aggravated sigh. "I don't see what the big deal is. We don't have to spend the entire time at the hotel. All I said is we should get a room with a nice hot tub and a king-sized bed."

Harmony blushed, hoping desperately that no one else was listening. "And," she grumbled, "all I'm saying is that I don't think we're going to spend that much time in the room. I'd like to get out and see some sights or something. I don't want our marriage to be all about . . ." The word stuck in her throat.

"It's not," Gary objected. "But the honeymoon typically is."

"A marriage is like a cake," Harmony informed him judiciously. "And sex is just the frosting. That's my point."

"And my point," Gary glanced up to see Harmony's mother walking over to the CD player, "is I want to spend my honeymoon licking the icing."

"I think the instructor is running late," Harmony's mother called out. Harmony was grateful for the interruption. "While we're waiting let's put on some music and try practicing what we learned last week."

In a moment a quiet song echoed through the large room. Harmony's dad rushed over to join her mother, and they began to twirl clumsily over the floor. Harmony took a deep breath and rested one hand on Gary's shoulder and the other in his grasp. 

She waited, watching Gary count out the beats, his knees bending on every other one.

He stepped towards her and she hurried to step out of his way. He pulled her back, trying awkwardly to swing her around himself.

"Ow" Harmony squawked, jerking her foot out from under Gary's.

"Sorry," he grunted. He stopped, counting the beats again.

Harmony glanced to the doorway, hoping the instructor would arrive soon and save her. He hadn't yet. But someone else had.

He stood there, watching, his piercing dark eyes showing an intense humor. He leaned casually against the doorway, chuckling to himself. Gary saw Harmony's stare and turned.

"That's not the instructor, is it?" he asked.

Harmony shook her head. "It's not who was here last time." She turned her head away, but watched the stranger from the corner of her eye, swallowing back her uncomfortable interest. His broad shoulders filled his black tailored suit perfectly. His thick, full hair was an obsidian forest of desire, his skin a rugged, sweet mocha. His mouth spread across his chiseled face in a contagious grin.

"What are you laughing at?" Harmony's mother broke the silence, staring in contempt at the stranger.

"I'm sorry," he laughed as he stepped into the room, his stance tall and confident, his words rich and strangely enticing with a foreign accent. "Am I not supposed to laugh?"

"We're learning to dance," Harmony's mother chided.

"Oh no," he chortled, "I may not know what it is you are doing, but that is certainly not it."

Harmony's mother straightened her back defiantly. "Who do you think you are?" she retorted.

He stopped, offering a polite smile and genteel bow. "Just who do you think I am?"

"Are you the dance instructor?" Harmony's dad joined in. "Could the other instructor not make it?"

"Don't you think he would have been here by now if he could?" the stranger offered. "But not to worry, I can teach you what you need to know. My name is Stelian, and I will teach you how to actually dance this evening. But first," he glided over to the CD player, quickly shutting off the music, "we need some good music."

"That was a beautiful song," Harmony's mother objected. She turned to face the man, giving him her most offended glare. "I chose that one, I'll have you know."

Stelian gave her a puzzled glance, then started sorting among the CDs. "Have you considered getting a hearing aid?" he joked.

"What?!" Harmony's mother screeched.

Stelian stopped abruptly and looked up at her, his face instantly sullen. "I'm so sorry," he groveled. "Have . . . you . . . considered . . . a . . . hearing . . . aid!?" he repeated loudly.

Harmony felt Gary gripping her hand, and she became aware how intently she was watching Stelian. She felt her body growing hot, but subdued the urge to start fanning herself. She looked away, searching for a window to stare out of while they waited.

"This one's garbage," Stelian mumbled. Harmony could hear a CD clatter across the room. "And this one, and this one . . ."

Every word he spoke dripped with that maddening accent, reverberating deep inside Harmony until she felt her insides trembling.

She looked up to watch Stelian slinging CD after CD across the room, muttering to himself as he sorted through the selection. "If the music isn't right," he explained calmly, "no one can dance properly."

Harmony tried to look back at Gary, but found herself unable to look away from the stranger. She watched the CDs twirl through the air, one after another.

"Someone should probably watch where those land," Stelian remarked casually. "The other instructor may want to use them for something. Drink coasters maybe?"

His face brightened in triumph as he pulled out one of the CDs. "Voilà," he announced, "A slow rumba. That's perfect." He inserted the CD in the player and stepped around the little table.

"What difference does it make what song we play?" Harmony's mother objected. "As long as we learn the steps it will look the same."

Stelian gave her a brief glance, then his eyes roamed to take Harmony in. She fidgeted as his gaze studied her face. "A rumba has power. It has passion, and sensuality."

Harmony's mother clenched her jaw, her glare sharpening. 

"If you can't breathe the music, it doesn't get into your soul," Stelian swooped his hands dramatically as he motioned for Harmony to join him.

Harmony's breath caught in her throat, a long shiver crawling up her spine and her heart racing as she stumbled over next to him. As she came up to him she inhaled his scent, a warm balsamic that swam through her.

"The problem isn't with the music," Gary grumbled. "You need to teach her some grace."

Harmony fought back the grimace, and glanced morosely up at Stelian. His deep walnut eyes sparkled with humor. He turned, his gaze tracing over every inch of Harmony's quivering body as she fidgeted nervously.

"It would be impossible," his rolling accent filled the air with melodious tones, "for such a magnificent creature to lack grace to any measure. It would defy nature itself." He pointed to her high heels. "But the shoes must come off. They are not meant to be used for gliding over the floor. Bared feet will work far better."

Harmony's mother scurried up close so no one else could hear. "She's a bit short," she scolded. "She needs the shoes."

"Nonsense," Stelian refuted, his eyes meeting Harmony's as he smiled passionately. "She's perfect as she is. Let the woman be herself, and step back so I can help her experience music."

He held a hand out for Harmony as she pulled her shoes from her aching feet. The rest of the room melted away as she hesitated, then reached up trembling fingers to his. As she felt his gentle touch on her skin a heat poured into her, sending her heart skipping.

His gaze held her own eyes captive, almost unwillingly. She was only vaguely aware that he reached over his other hand to press the play button before grasping her hip and pulling her closer to him. Harmony's mind reeled in confusion, unaware that she reached up to grip his shoulder until she felt the firm muscle in her palm, flexing beneath his jacket.

Music swelled to fill the air, the beat reverberating powerfully within her, choking her fears beneath their weight. The notes echoed and swam around them, pressing with pulsating need at their bodies. His face, the strong angles and firm eyes, became her one desire. She was standing, her naked feet planted, and then she was floating over the floor, spinning, flowing like warm butter. The sound of her mother crying out in horrified dismay blended with the haunting musical tones like distant seagulls. 

She tightened her hold on his strong shoulder as the pace quickened, pulling him closer still. She drank in his presence, touched his arm with hers, felt his breath against her cheek. A thrill rose from deep inside to fill her chest. And suddenly she was twirling, the room racing around her until she alone existed, her heart missing a beat each time she caught sight of him.

She was soaring, rising and swimming in a heated sea of sweetness, and the world fluttered wildly somewhere beyond her. Her feet felt above the ground now, no longer restricted to rest her weight on it. The music rippled and surged, lifting her and sending her flying as Stelian twirled her, caught her into the strength of his embrace, and sent her twirling once more.

The song ascended to pounding climax and she was suddenly falling breathlessly, landing in Stelian's safe embrace, but leaning back in helpless submission. His face loomed inches from hers, his full, moist lips a breath from her own, a kiss glistening only a mere . . .

"That's quite enough," her father barked. 

Stelian grinned warmly at her as he raised her upright. Her knees quivered beneath her, and the realization of the dance they had just shared began to sink in. She forced her eyes away from his hypnotic stare and down to the floor.

"I see no lack of grace with her," Stelian announced. "Quite the contrary, I find she's . . ."

"This lesson is over!" Harmony's mother shouted, grabbing Harmony by her upper arm and tearing her roughly away from Stelian. Briskly her mother escorted her from the dance hall and back into the corridor, tossing Harmony's high heels at her feet. She yanked the bouquet from Payton's arms and shoved them into Harmony's. Choking back her brewing emotions, Harmony crammed her feet back into her shoes. They pinched.

"Why don't Payton and you go out to the car and wait for us there?" her mother's voice was tense, but controlled. "Your father and I need to have a word with the instructor."

Payton slipped up to Harmony, putting a comforting arm around her shoulders. Harmony turned to watch her mother stomp back into the dance hall, pointing to Gary and Harmony's father to follow her.

"What were you thinking?" Payton whispered as she led Harmony outside.

The sun was warm. Harmony followed Payton to the car and leaned against it. "You should have seen the hurt in Gary's face while he stood there to watch you like that. How could you do that to him?"

Harmony shook her head, wiping at a stray tear as she struggled to understand it. "I . . ." She looked around at the trees, feeling a light breeze tickling her face. "I guess I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry." She gave Payton a pained look. "You've always been a good friend, Payton, thank you. I was just swept up in the moment. But, he was just . . ."

Her words stuck in her throat. A wave of guilt filled her stomach.

"He was just using you," Payton insisted. "You need to get your head on straight, girl. You're getting married next week."

Harmony took a long, cleansing breath. "I know. I promise it's not going to happen again. It's just . . ." Harmony felt a shiver caress her skin, and turned away. "I guess I don't understand how I can feel such a sudden, intense need for someone, and the frustration at not being able to explore it. I suppose you don't understand it either."

It was silent for a long, painful moment. "I understand far more than you realize," Payton breathed. "Far more than I should - at least the frustration part."

Harmony looked quizzically up at her. Payton looked sharply away, her deep blue eyes misty, her face fallen. 

"What do you . . ." The words caught in Harmony's throat as she spotted the dark figure.

It was him, strolling towards them across the parking lot. He smiled to her as she looked up, and she felt her soul interlock with his once more. He held his broad shoulders back, and for an instant she imagined him to be royalty.

Harmony didn't notice as Payton saw him, her face cringing in dismay. He came directly up to them.

"Did my parents talk with you already?" Harmony asked, her weak voice nearly inaudible.

Stelian shook his head. "They must have missed me. I slipped outside through the back doors. They're probably still inside looking for me. What did they need?"

Harmony gave a sheepish grin as she shrugged. "They didn't say. I assume they wanted to thank you."

He chuckled. The sound of it was invigorating, thrilling. "I'm sure that was it," he mused. "They seemed very grateful as they stormed from the room."

"Well I'd like to thank you for . . . for the lesson today," Harmony offered. She felt Payton jab at her arm, but ignored her.

"You're a marvelous dancer," he said. Hot shivers flooded inside her with his voice. "But you really need a better dress. That one restricts you far too much. I could feel it holding you back as we danced."

Harmony swallowed. It took a moment before his words made sense to her. She glanced down at her skirt. "All of my dresses are pretty much like this."

"On your wedding day," Payton interrupted, "you'll be in your wedding dress. What you're wearing now won't matter."

"Would you like me to help you find a better dancing dress?" Stelian offered gallantly.

Harmony stared back at him in surprise, her chest fluttering inside. "You'd do that for me?"

"I could never leave an angel such as yourself fettered as you are if I can help it."

"You can't help it," Payton growled. "She is engaged."

"I take that to mean 'yes'." Harmony replied, ignoring Payton. "But I could never . . ."

"I insist," Stelian motioned to a gleaming black Mercedes a few spots further down. "I'm parked just over there. I would be honored to help you find attire more fitting a young lady such as yourself."

"There's no way," Payton protested sternly as she gripped Harmony's arm. "Your mother would never want you running off with a stranger like that."

Harmony couldn't help her beaming smile. "Just tell her I left to go shopping. It only makes sense that I get the right dress. After all, the wedding must be perfect."

"If Gary finds out there might not be a wedding," Payton baulked. "Don't you even care?"

Harmony shoved the bouquet back into Payton's arms, took Stelian's hand and followed him to his car. "I won't be that long," she assured Payton. "Just cover for me, okay?"

Stelian opened her door for her before climbing in behind the wheel. "Your family seems a bit controlling, don't they?" he mused.

"They're just concerned about me, that's all."

"If you're old enough to get married, you should be old enough to make your own decisions," Stelian shrugged as he started up the car. The engine purred evenly. He pulled out onto the street.

"They're trying to protect me," Harmony sighed. 

"From me?" Stelian laughed.

Harmony went silent, staring down at her hands before allowing the moment alone with him to wash over her. "I love your accent," she offered. "Are you Russian?"

"Romanian," he grinned. 

She felt flush as his smile seemed to pour inside of her. She looked down sharply. "So we're going dress shopping?"

"I know the perfect store, too," Stelian assured her. "The styles are fashionable, but classy."

Harmony fidgeted as her eyes grew wide. "I can't afford anything too fashionable. Actually, I don't know that I can . . ."

"It's my treat," he grinned. "You don't need to worry about a thing."

Her brow furrowed. "This is part of the dance lessons - having the instructor buy a dress?"

He chuckled. "I have no idea. I don't work there."

"But . . . I thought you said you were the dance instructor."

Stelian shrugged. "It was your tenacious parents who said that's who they thought I was. Do you think a dance instructor could afford a car like this?"

"I was wondering," Harmony confessed.

"I only said I could teach you how to dance, and I can. But first you need a dress you can dance in."

"Okay, but . . ." Harmony looked out the window nervously, "who are you?"

"The name," he presented gallantly, "is Stelian Lungu the third, from Romania. We live in Portland currently. I'm here for a few days with my parents for business. They're preparing for a party that starts in an hour, and I'm avoiding having to help by wandering the streets. I came across the little dance studio and was curious about the architecture. Needless to say I saw your fiancé tossing you around over the dance floor. I know a damsel in distress, and you're one of them."




Just One Night



"I was fine," Harmony objected. "Gary is a wonderful man; he's just not a good dancer yet. A few more lessons, some patience and . . ."

She sighed and threw her hands in the air. "And he would have broken my leg. He's a clumsy horse on the dance floor. You were right."

"Not to worry," Stelian promised, "we'll take care of it."

Harmony laughed, shaking her head. "A new dress for me isn't going to help him dance any better."

"Again, here you are worrying," Stelian smiled. "Try to relax and let me take care of it. It's going to be alright. And you still haven't told me your name."

Harmony blushed. "It's Harmony," she whispered.

He was quiet for a moment. "That's a beautiful name. It's strong, but charming, and classic."

"Thank you," Harmony only managed to mouth the words. Stelian's attention was on the road, the car swooping over the pavement with a low growl, and she wasn't sure he even noticed she said it.

Harmony jumped as her cell phone cracked the warm silence. Her hands felt awkward as she pulled the phone from her purse.

She cringed as she saw the caller. "Hi," she tried hard to sound casual.

"What the heck do you think you're doing?" her mother's piercing voice yelled.

"Dress shopping." Harmony swallowed hard, fighting not to crumble under the weight of her mother's demanding screams.

"The real instructor showed up a few minutes ago," her mother yelled. "That man you're with doesn't even work here. You have no idea who he is. Tell him to bring you back this minute, or we're calling the police."

Harmony felt herself bristle. "And tell them what? That I'm shopping and I must be stopped? Be realistic, Mom. I know Stelian doesn't work there. He's here on business from Portland. You don't have to worry. I'll be home soon, okay?"

"You'll get back here right now, young lady, if you know what's good for you."

She clenched her jaw until it hurt. "I'm sorry, my battery is dying," she lied. "I have to go, otherwise I can't call you if there's an emergency. Goodbye."

"Are you going to . . ."

Harmony cut her mother off as she ended the call. She stared nervously at the phone before turning it off.

"Your mother?" Stelian asked.

Harmony felt her face go warm. "You caught that, huh?"

He nodded. "Not your fiancé?"

She furrowed her brow as she stared at her phone. "No," she half shrugged. "Not him." She sighed before stuffing her cell back in her purse.

"We're here," Stelian announced as he pulled up in front of a small shop.

Harmony waited as Stelian pulled himself from the car and opened her door. As she stepped into the store she felt herself starting to shiver. She reached out and touched one of the dresses, feeling the rich fabric in her fingers. She couldn't see any price tags.

"Ah, Stelian," the saleswoman greeted him as she slipped calmly into the room. "How are you these days?"

"I'm well, thank you," he smiled back at her before motioning to Harmony, "except I have a young lady here, Harmony, with a great deal of talent and beauty mummified into some ancient ensemble of torture. Can you help us out?"

The saleswoman scrutinized Harmony with a humorous expression. "I would hope so," she agreed. "Did she just escape from the fifties?"

"Not quite yet," Stelian gave her a knowing wink. "But I'm still hopeful."

"I'm Stacie," the saleswoman offered Harmony a warm, strong handshake. "I'll be helping you this afternoon."

"What do you have?" Stelian asked.

Stacie studied Harmony more intently, her eyes narrowing as they scanned her body. At last she put a finger in the air. "I have just the thing for her," she announced before slipping into a back room.

Harmony shifted her weight nervously, feeling suddenly out of place as she looked over the lavish gowns.

"It's a Valentino," Stacie declared as she returned, a sleek black dress cradled in her hands. She held it up along Harmony's body, comparing the two. "It's a cross-strap slit style, perfect for her."

Harmony stared in horror at the dress, noting the low cuts and the looming slit up the skirt. "I could never . . ." She choked back on the words, fighting herself to keep from running away.

Stacie gave her an assuring smile. "It's okay dear. We can simply try it on and see if I'm right -- that it's practically made for you." She glanced over to Stelian. "I really think the cut will accentuate her form beautifully," she glanced over Harmony's body, "especially her breasts."

Harmony swallowed back on a gasp, looking briefly down at her own chest before giving a begging look at the saleswoman.

The glimmer in Stelian's eyes captured Harmony's attention, and held it. His eyes were soft, understanding. They were also excited as they took both her and the dress in eagerly. She suddenly longed to have him keep looking at her like that.

"Shall we step in the back and give it a try?" Stacie offered.

Harmony only nodded. She didn't try to speak, afraid of what might come out.

She followed Stacie into the back. Stacie handed her the gown and a sleek pair of Manolo Blahnik heels. "You won't wear anything beneath the gown," she explained. "And you can set the clothes you're wearing on the bench in the dressing room."

Harmony felt her heart pounding wildly. "What about my bra, and . . ." 

"Absolutely nothing beneath it," Stacie repeated quietly. "The dress won't properly cover anything underneath. And you should remove your nylon stockings as well. Are your breasts perky?"

Harmony stared back at her in shock. "Perky?" she repeated.

Stacie smiled with amusement. "Try on the gown. If it's not right, we'll find another one. But I'm fairly confident it will look amazing on you." She ushered Harmony into a booth and slid the curtain closed.

It was hard to ignore that Stelian, the dark stranger she'd only known for twenty minutes now, was waiting just outside the thin curtain for her as she took all of her clothes off. Her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her dress and slid out of it. She folded it loosely and set it on the bench. She slipped her shoes off and shoved them to the side. Hurriedly she pulled off her bra, stockings and panties and stuffed them beneath her other clothes.

She was shaking as she rushed to slip into the dress. She stuck her feet into the new high heels, suddenly surprised by how comfortable they were.

"I need some help with the straps," Harmony requested, sticking her head around the curtain.

Stacie slid the curtain back and motioned Harmony to step out. Swallowing back hard at the lump in her throat Harmony walked from the booth, catching her reflection in the mirror. She turned in shock at the woman who stared back at her, the dress slipping up to her body as Stacie adjusted the straps. It felt to her as though she were staring at another woman, a young woman wearing a dress that swooped low to expose exquisitely shaped, round curves. 

"Wow," Stacie breathed, "you're a real vision of beauty."

Stacie's awed reaction echoed inside Harmony. She stared in confused amazement at her own image.

She could hear Stelian step into the room, and she turned to face him.

The look on his face sent waves of electric shivers clambering up her spine. His mouth fell open and his eyes widened as he stared, unable to look away. "We . . . we'll take it," he stammered.

"Not so fast, Stelian," Stacie put a quieting hand to his shoulder. "Remember the woman beneath the beauty. She needs to feel right in the dress." She looked over to Harmony, her eyes glinting. "What do you think, Harmony?"

Harmony studied Stelian's face, his fervent attention drawing her in, melting her until she felt helpless. "I like it," she managed to breathe.

Stelian's smile grew excitedly. "Put it on our tab, Stacie."

"But . . ." Harmony felt a panic swell inside, "but how much . . ."

"It's a gift," Stelian calmed her. "You don't need to worry about a thing, Harmony."

She put a quieting hand to her chest, unable to calm the uneasy confusion. "Okay," she submitted. "Thank you so much. It's unbelievable. Give me a minute to change back."

"Not quite yet," Stelian stopped her. "There's the party tonight. I would be devastated if you didn't attend with me."

Harmony looked back at her reflection. "You mean, go outside where people can see me in the dress?"

Stacie laid a soothing hand to Harmony's arm. "That's the idea of possessing such beauty," she murmured too quietly for Stelian to hear it, "to drive other women crazy with envy. Now, I'll slip your other clothes into a bag to take with you."

As Stacie slipped into the changing booth Harmony turned back to Stelian. "I would be honored to attend the party with you," she agreed. She forced the thought of how Gary was going to react from her mind.

Stacie handed Harmony a shopping bag, and Stelian led Harmony back to the car, opening the door for her.

"You understand I'm getting married next week, right?" Harmony reminded Stelian as he slid behind the wheel. She twitched nervously.

He looked over to her, reaching a warm hand to her cheek, caressing her as she involuntarily poured herself into his touch. "I understand," his voice was low, mellow, like honey rolling over his tongue. "One evening of dancing within my arms, one enchanted night of magic for me, of luxury and charm, and then a lifetime with your husband."

The moment shrank in pain. "Actually," Harmony tried to sound excited, "it's forever." The final word cracked. "In our church we marry forever." She could see the hope gleam in Stelian's deep eyes, and fear of his intentions swelled in her stomach. 

But her smile couldn't be contained. "One evening," she agreed.

The car roared to life and Harmony's mind reeled. She watched Stelian as he pulled away from the curb, his skill evident in how he shifted and how he handled the wheel. In a moment he was one with the car and they bounded over the ground like a panther racing across the African plains. She watched his strong hands grasp the shift knob, jamming it from one gear to the next, his other hand swiveling as the car swerved amid traffic. Her gaze lit on his caring face, his piercing but kind eyes as they constantly scanned the road ahead. She drank in his protruding cheek bones, his stern jaw. Her gaze roamed over his large chest, and, finally, stared with insistent attentiveness at the large bulge lower down.

She forced her eyes away, looking out at the passing buildings as she struggled with her gathering, tingling desires. She felt an unusual ticklish sensation filling her lower stomach, her thoughts drifting against her will to how he might look with different clothes on.

She looked down to where her dress was falling open to reveal her thigh, the sight of it somehow enticing as she sat so near Stelian. She wondered who she had become for that one night, her body exposed and open to this unusual man, and her uncomfortable sensation of being so happy that it was.

"Why are you doing this for me?" Harmony finally couldn't stop herself from asking. "You don't know me at all."

Stelian gave her a quick smile. "That's true," he admitted. "I would like to, however -- get to know you. And, maybe I don't know myself just why I'm so enthralled with you. It's just that I saw you trying so hard to dance, but chained to someone with several left feet. At that moment I felt as though I saw something in you I could not resist. Possibly something you don't see in yourself."

Her eyes narrowed as she watched his face. "Are you . . ." she cringed as she tried to force the words out, "are you expecting something from me tonight?"

His look softened, and he shook his head. "Everything I do is because I want to, Harmony. You don't owe me anything in return. I only hope you enjoy the evening, and that you enjoy spending time with me."

"Really?" she prodded. "You don't expect anything in return?"

"Just relax and enjoy yourself," he assured her. "To me a woman isn't an animal to be captured, or a beast to be contained. To me a woman is meant to be free, to act for herself, to be wild. Anything she does from obligation is insincere, almost dishonest, as much to herself as to anyone else."

"You feel that way about all women?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "I don't usually buy them dresses, but yes. To me all women are unconquerable goddesses." He scrunched his face. "Except my mother," he corrected. "She's a manipulative bitch. But you'll see for yourself as you meet her tonight. Don't worry; I'm pretty certain she's had her shots."

Her eyes grew wide as Stelian pulled up to the lumbering old building that sprawled upward with stone walls, the sign high on the wall announcing it was The Stanton Hotel. A valet opened her door for her, and Harmony slipped nervously out.

"This place is huge," Harmony gasped as Stelian came up from behind her and slipped his arm into hers. "And it's beautiful."

"And it looks like the party is just starting," Stelian noted. Quickly he led her up along the stone steps and into the front entryway.

The rooms rose high overhead to ornate ceilings. Huge draperies hung over the tall windows, pulled to the sides with tasseled ropes. The marble floor shone with mirrored reflections, making the huge rooms appear even larger. Harmony stared in lost dismay at the mansion.

"Stelian," a woman grabbed his elbow from behind, "I'm so glad you decided to show, now that everything has been taken care of."

"Mother," Stelian turned to meet her. "This is Harmony, a new acquaintance of mine," he offered as introduction. "And Harmony, this is my mother."

"I see," the elderly woman chortled with disquieting disapproval. "You don't have time to plan the ball, but you can find the time to scour the neighborhood for tramps."

"Mother," Stelian sharply interrupted her, "they call them skanks these days. Besides, Harmony isn't one of those. She's the type of girl a man feels comfortable bringing home to meet his family."

His mother pursed her lips as she glared at Harmony. "I'm sure," she bit. "Mr. Torrel is looking for you, by the way. He has some concerns about the latest product versions. Maybe you could leave this tart with me for a few brief moments and do some marketing? Would you have that much time?"

"They're called skanks, mother - please try to learn modern English. And yes, I'll make an appearance. Please play nice, alright?"

Stelian slipped into the crowd. Harmony straightened herself and braced for his mother's assault. She could already feel the tears welling up behind her eyes. The old woman gave a long, careful sigh.

"So you have just met my son then?"

Harmony nodded as she swallowed. "Actually, no more than an hour or so ago."

The old woman took Harmony's arm and guided her deeper into the room. "And did he even mention his aging mother to you?"

Harmony raised her eyebrows. "Actually, he did tell me about you, yes."

She chuckled, motioning to the buffet table with her head. "He told you I'm a rabid bitch, didn't he?"

Harmony shook her head vigorously, but the old woman's heavy, knowing glare rattled her. "He never once mentioned that you were rabid," Harmony offered sheepishly.

She grinned in amusement. "Not everything is as it seems," she mused. "He actually loves me more than he lets on. And I him, I'm sure. Please don't let the brass exterior fool you." She plucked a plate from a stack. "And join me for some food, will you? I'm starved and I hate to eat alone."

"Of course," Harmony agreed, following behind her with a clean plate.

The food was magnificent. Harmony hadn't realized how hungry she was until she sat with Stelian's mother and began to eat.

"Stelian tells me you're from Portland," Harmony attempted conversation. 

"Yes, only in town briefly for business - very droll stuff, to be sure. But he seems to be making the best of the trip."

Harmony shifted in her chair uneasily. "Does he often meet strange girls like this? I mean, does he . . ."

"You mean is Stelian a playboy?" his mother taunted her. Then she shook her head. "I tease him, but he's always a gentleman. He always has been. And no, he doesn't often meet someone like it seems he has you. If you don't mind my asking, where did you meet?"

Harmony couldn't hide the grimace. "Actually, it was at a dance lesson. The instructor didn't show, and Stelian offered to teach us."

"Us?" she prodded. 

Harmony sighed. "My parents, my fiancé, and me. I'm getting married next week."

The old woman's eyes widened in shock. "You're engaged?" she affirmed.

Harmony nodded. "It's weird, I know, but he seemed so insistent. I just assumed he did this kind of thing all the time. I take it he doesn't then?"

She shook her head slowly. "No. No, he's not like that. Typically he's quite reserved."

"There you two are," Stelian remarked as he came up to them. "I see you've found some food."

"Just finishing up," Harmony smiled, searching his face now for some expression that would betray his interests in her.

"Maybe I could save you then from dealing with my mother, if you'd care to join me for a walk in the gardens?"

Harmony noticed a glimmer of nervous doubt in his eyes, hiding behind the debonair façade. She nodded. "I'd like that."

He took her hand and helped her to her feet. Slipping his arm in hers he calmly led her out through a back door and down into the dusky gardens. Harmony looked up to see a large moon peering over the distant mountains, pouring ghostly light down into the treetops. 

"It's beautiful," she whispered as they stopped on a bridge and stared down into the water. Dim lights illuminated the water below, and several large fish swam through the depths.

"So tell me about Harmony," Stelian asked, his voice low and lush. "My mother had you to herself for several minutes, so I'm sure you know all about me now. At least the embarrassing parts, I would imagine. But I know very little about you. I only know that your parents like to keep you in their pockets."

Harmony shrugged. "There's not really much to know, I guess."

"Well, what do you do for work?"

She gave a half-smile, her attention still fixed on the fish below. "Right now I work at a local department store, stocking shelves. But I've already given notice that I'm quitting, and won't be working at all anymore after I'm married."

"Really?" Stelian mused. "What will you be doing then?"

"Having children," Harmony sighed. "Gary will support the family, and I'll stay home and raise the kids."

"Oh," he mused. "That's your dream - to be a mother?"

Harmony swallowed. "Yes," she said simply, her voice stern.

He looked over at her, raising one eyebrow. "Yes?" he repeated.

Harmony nodded. His eyes narrowed, looking deeply into her. She turned her head away and stared down at the fish again, surprised at how anxious she suddenly felt.

"Tell me," Stelian persisted, "tell me about your future dreams."

Harmony felt the lump in her throat growing. "It's the American dream, isn't it?" she gave a forced smile. "A little cottage with a white picket fence and several young children screaming as they run through the yard. Maybe a large dog. And me at home fixing dinner and cleaning the house."

He shifted closer, until their arms touched. "You like dogs?" he asked.

Harmony nodded emphatically. "I love dogs," she choked only a little on the words. "They love you no matter what. And they'll help protect the house and the children, and then they go outside and leave duties all over the yard. They shed on the sofa and drool on the kitchen table when no one is looking." She sighed heavily. "I can't stand dogs, or pets at all. They're filthy things that don't belong in a house, or living with me."

She bit her lower lip, looking sheepishly over at Stelian.

"And children?" he continued.

She grimaced, looking down at her hands as she fiddled with her fingers. "I don't want kids - not yet. I really just don't. I know that's horrible to say, but I feel like they're going to trap me, and I'll just have the rest of my life planned out. I'm going to be married next week, and the rest of my life is going to be wiping noses and changing diapers. Is it so awful to want some time for myself first?"




Just One Night



Stelian chuckled warmly. "I thought I detected some frustration in your voice when you said you wanted children. And no, it's okay that you don't. What's not okay is to let people believe it's what you want in life, and get yourself locked into a situation you want out of. Why aren't you honest with your fiancé about it? Don't you think he'd understand?"

Harmony winced. "I don't know. I wish I could believe that he would. But then there's my parents, too. They want grandchildren right away, and my religion says that I'm supposed to, and I really don't know how to get out of it."

"Well," Stelian shrugged, "it won't be easier after you have children. It's better now than later."

Harmony nodded. "But if it's something I should do, does it matter what I want?"

"It should," Stelian stated. "You're the one most affected by what you do." They stood in awkward silence for several minutes. "So, tell me more about you."

Harmony huffed. "That wasn't enough?"

"Oh, I imagine that's only the very beginning," Stelian laughed.

"What else do you want to know? I've just told you my deepest, darkest secrets."

"Really?" he gasped. "I certainly hope that's not true."

"What more do you want to know?"

"Well, there's the obvious dark secrets," Stelian suggested. "What is your most wild sexual fantasy?"

Harmony gasped so hard she sputtered. "I can't believe you just asked me that! I don't even really know you."

He laughed, rubbing his chin with one hand. "Sometimes it's easier to talk with strangers, isn't it?"

"Well, I don't know your secret sex fantasy," Harmony objected. "Somehow, your mother never thought to bring that up."

"Oh, I have many sex fantasies," he grinned.

"Really? Like what?"

Stelian thought for a moment. "I've always wanted to make love to a beautiful woman while we were sitting around a campfire, late at night. We'd just be sitting there, her and I alone, and she'd get up, walk over to me without saying a word, and take off all of her clothes."

Harmony felt a tingling sensation fill her, growing quickly as she imagined stripping for him and feeling the heat from the fire against her bared skin.

"Then," he went on, "she'd pull my clothes off, sit me down on a log, and straddle me. She'd stare into my eyes as she worked herself on top of me, never looking away or saying a word."

Harmony felt strangely enticed, her heart pounding, as she allowed the image to linger in her mind.

"Or maybe going to a masseuse for a massage. There's something oddly erotic about being stretched out naked while a gorgeous woman touches me."

Harmony had to close her eyes, battling to clear the thoughts of leaning over him, his body stripped and exposed, toying with his large penis with oils as he groaned. All the while she was dressed, but in a skimpy outfit, his eyes watching her, undressing her.

"Would you like to hear some more?"

"No," Harmony grunted, her voice painfully hoarse and strained. "I think I have the idea."

The night air was slightly chilled, and Harmony welcomed the feel of it bringing down her sudden fever. She turned away from Stelian, terrified he might see how flush she was.

The fish swished beneath them, seeming unaware of their presence. Harmony glanced around at the trees as they swayed in the breeze. A dimly lit path fell out of sight in the darkness beyond them, lost amid the shadows. Harmony began to relax, and wondered how she could be willing to discuss things so inappropriate with a stranger.

"I'd be tied," she heard herself say, the words surprising her as she heard them spoken.

"What?" Stelian asked softly.

Harmony took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Sometimes when I'm alone in bed, I imagine what it might be like to have my hands tied behind my back while a strong, caring man made love to me," she confessed. "It wouldn't be like rape or anything - I just wonder what it would be like to be helpless." She shrugged with embarrassment. "I guess I just mostly want to find out what he'd do to me if he could do anything at all, and I couldn't stop him."

"You imagine Gary on top of you?"

Harmony cringed. The painful truth drove deep, piercing into her stomach. She shook her head. She couldn't bring herself to say it, though.

The silence was awkward. 

"Do you love him?" Stelian pried.

Harmony felt a tear slip down along her cheek. She shook her head. "I know I can learn to love him, though. He's a good man, and he's right for me. Of course I can learn to love him."

Again an uncomfortable silence filled the air. His arm still pressed against hers, and she reveled in the feel of it.

"Maybe it's not my business," Stelian finally broke the silence, his voice strained. "I'm certain it's not. But love isn't something you learn, like mathematics. It's not a science or even an art. It's a beast."

Harmony gave him a puzzled stare, her tears now dripping freely from her face.

"It's true," he went on. "People hunt it, some their entire lives. You can track it, try to understand it, and sooner or later most people begin to believe it's only a mythical creature, and it doesn't really exist. And then, when you're no longer stalking it, it creeps up behind you. It waits, silent, still, just out of view. One day you turn around and find yourself face-to-face with it. Some people are thrilled to see it, others are horrified. Either way, if you wait too long it will pounce, and then devour you."

"It sounds horrible," Harmony heard herself laugh between muffled sobs. "Can't we eradicate it?"

He grinned, glancing up to the moon and back at her. His eyes were hot and deep, drawing her inside. "You've never been in love before even once, have you?" It was more a statement than a question.

She looked sharply away, her face scrunching. 

"Oh," he gasped. "You have been in love before. You forgot to mention that."

Harmony tried to shake her head, but couldn't. "It was years ago," she admitted. "I was really young, and he wasn't right for me."

"He wasn't right for you or for your parents?"

She gritted her teeth. "Either, I suppose. He wasn't what they would consider a good man, and he was too old for me anyway. But . . . but my heart hurt so badly when I wasn't with him. And then he moved away. I've never seen him again, but I still think about him sometimes."

"Did he love you back?"

Harmony shrugged. "I never told him I was in love with him. I was too scared to say it. Besides, what would have been the point? But I always imagined he loved me back. And sometimes I thought I saw it in his eyes."

"And now you've forgotten what it felt like? Is that why you're willing to marry someone you don't love?"

Harmony offered him a pained look before she confessed. "I did forget. But I think I might be starting to remember now."

He was quiet, but his eyes showed a deep understanding. Harmony looked back into the water, enthralled by the large fish.

Shivers raced through her as Stelian stepped up behind her, wrapping her up into his arms. She swooned back into him, unable to resist, and overwhelmed in the thrill of his embrace. The distant whimpering sound was her own voice, and she relished it. Eagerly she turned her face into his chest, burying her cheek, and her pain, into him.

She drew in a long breath, tasting his warm scent, loving him as he held her. A dark, deep sorrow rose inside her and cried out, her body trembling as it was freed, and she fought back the ensuing tears.

Her eyes clenched tight as one of his hands drew up beneath her breast. Her breath caught in her throat, and she was lost in confusion. She knew she should pull away, that she needed to break free. But her body throbbed with interest, and she swayed in his arms to rub herself against his touch.

She gasped, her heart stopping, as his palm caressed over her breast. He cupped it from beneath, hefting its weight in his hand. In her mind she screamed for him to stop, to leave her pure and undefiled, but the words never reached her lips. Instead she swallowed them back and reached her hands behind her to grasp his legs, the taut muscle flexing in her grip.

He fondled her breast lavishly, the quiet of the world around them lost in the roar of excitement that blazed through her mind. She reached a hand up to caress his arm as he touched her. She caressed his leg with her other hand, and her fingers soon discovered the stiff erection beneath his pants. Guilt squeezed at her heart, but she savored the feel of his penis, and toyed playfully with him anyway, squeezing the thickness of it between her fingers.

His other hand slid down, and her body stiffened with breathless anticipation, every part of her quivering, and a heat rising deep down inside. By the time his hand clasped over her hip she could feel the beat of her terrified heart in the deepest depths of her softness. It throbbed with aching need, and she tossed her head back as his fingers crept closer.

Stelian's touch snaked down her hip to the slit in her dress, and brazenly delved beneath. Harmony whimpered loudly as his hand touched her naked skin. She was gasping for air, each needful breath desperate for him to take her.

His hand stopped and he held her tight. She waited, her entire body feverish with relentless craving, but his hands had stopped. The needs inside screamed through her, and she heard herself growl with frustration.

His hand slid further inside, the fingers lighting into her wispy down. Her voice only managed a gurgling sound as he tickled her, the giddy sensations overrunning any semblance of common sense that remained. She lifted herself up and down on her toes, brushing her fur into his hand, each motion driving the elation deeper into her soul.

Spreading her legs for him, she groaned as his fingers traced down beneath her, his heated touch tickling her labia with maddening sensations. He explored her sex lightly, delicately, the feel of him nearly not there at all. The thin ticklish sensations rose into crazed exhilaration, his fingers roaming down to the lower crack of her bum and back up to where he would glaze so lightly over her clit that she wasn't certain he was touching her there at all. He kept stroking her, each touch building into crashing waves of livid passion, until her entire body exploded with ecstasy, filling her quivering muscles with an electric burning sensation. She tried gasping but the air only caught in her throat. She trembled, then convulsed wildly, only vaguely aware that Stelian was clasping tightly to her with one hand while still stimulating her pussy with the other.

Harmony released a low, grumbling scream, her body falling slowly limp amid the spasms. His touch became unbearable and she grabbed his hand, pressing her thighs tightly together. She laughed as a warm contentment swam into her, even as she still felt the tremors rolling up and down inside.

"Oh my . . . oh my gosh. Oh my gosh!" she wheezed over and over.

Stelian toyed sweetly with her pussy fur. It tickled, and she let him keep doing it.

"Gosh?" he whispered in her ear. "All that shaking and all I got was a 'gosh'?"

Harmony giggled.

"Maybe we should try again?" Stelian prodded.

Harmony squealed, her every muscle stiffening in shock as Stelian ran his finger between her dripping lips and over her sensitive clitoris.

"Oh my god," she moaned. "Oh my god, oh my god!" she grabbed his hand and desperately pulled him away from her.

She gasped for air as he stopped touching her. He leaned his head over her shoulder, his breath hot in her ear. "Gosh Harmony, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

Harmony sputtered a delicious laugh. "You're kind of a jerk, did you know that?"

He nibbled her ear. "So I've been told, many times."

"What did you just do to me?" Harmony shivered. The chill in the air was settling in.

He gave her a puzzled look. "You've never had an orgasm before?"

Her eyes grew large. "Apparently not," she muttered. "I've never felt like that before. I thought only guys had orgasms, though."

Stelian kissed her cheek softly. "Oh no, girls have them too. In fact, they can have more than guys do."

"Well, it's no wonder guys like having sex," Harmony puffed.

She forced herself around and wrapped him up in her arms, kissing his neck tenderly. She felt his large chest pressing into hers, his muscular back and arms, and the hard erection pushing deep against her pelvis.

"Oh god," she groaned, pushing away. "Oh Stelian, oh god!"

"What is it?"

Harmony swallowed, the lump again lodging in her throat. "I can't . . ."

"Can't what?"

She pushed herself from his grasp, stepping a few feet from him. "Oh god, Stelian, I know this isn't fair, but I can't . . . I have to be a virgin when I'm married next week." She cringed in regret and despair. "I can't have sex with you, I'm so sorry. I know . . . I know I've led you on, but . . ."

He smiled calmly. "It's okay."

She shook her head. "No, I shouldn't have even let you do that to me. I shouldn't have . . ."

"You didn't like it?"

"I loved it, oh god I loved it, but it's a sin."

Stelian grinned broadly. "That's half the fun, Harmony."

She grimaced again. "But now what am I going to tell the bishop when he asks if I'm worthy to go into the temple?"

Stelian's brow furrowed. "They won't let you in your church just because of what we did?"

Her eyes burned with tears. "I'll have to confess and tell them everything. How am I going to do that?"

Stelian drew in a long, disparaging breath. "You could lie," he suggested. "I'm sure your bishop has lied to you many times before."

"But he says God tells him if I'm lying," Harmony groaned.

"See, there's a perfect example," Stelian chuckled grimly. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, but what's the concern about being a virgin?"

Harmony dropped her head into her hands, then looked up at Stelian, surrendering to her situation. She took his hand and laid her head against his shoulder. "It's like my wedding gift to him. I give him my virginity."

Stelian shrugged. "You couldn't just get him a toaster?"

She couldn't squelch her laugh. "It's what I'm supposed to do, I guess."

"And does he give you his virginity?"

Harmony shrugged. "I suppose he does. It's hard to tell with men, isn't it?"

"Either way," Stelian mused, his hands stroking her back as she swooned into him, "it seems a strange thing to me to submit yourself to anyone like that as a gift. Isn't it your body, not his?"

Harmony sighed and shook her head. "I don't know. It does seem strange doesn't it?"

He lifted her chin with his hand and smiled, his eyes warm and caring as he looked at her. Harmony cried inside, succumbing to the realization that she longed for him so desperately. He leaned in, and their lips pressed together. His mouth was warm and wet, his kiss burrowing deep into her heart. She cradled his head with her hand, drinking him in. Guilt burned in her stomach, but kissing him felt more natural than anything she'd done before.

"We should get back to the party," he suggested. "We shouldn't be gone too long, or they'll miss us." He took her hand and led her back towards the house. 

"I only hope no one heard us out here," Harmony giggled. "That could be embarrassing.

Harmony straightened her back as they stepped into the hotel. Stelian took her for a tour of the building, introducing her to business associates as they went. Harmony felt a deep relaxation fill her, and her smile felt oddly natural. Stelian showed her the indoor pool, and the fountain garden. From the balcony she could see the city lights below, glistening in the night.

"The only room you haven't seen yet is mine," he teased, pulling her close to him.

She leaned into him, briefly resting her head on his shoulder. "I think we'd better not see that tonight," she coughed. "That could only lead to trouble."

"Would you like to have some desert?" he offered. "I believe there's some cakes or puddings available back in the ballroom."

Harmony shook her head. "No, thanks, not for me. Right now the night is absolutely perfect." She scanned over the horizon of glistening lights. "I just really don't want this to end."

He held her close, and she let the memories swim in her mind. She felt the disturbing giddiness inside as she recalled their time on the bridge, and let the feeling invade her thoughts. After a moment she could sense the yearning tickling her sex. Arousing warmth filled her pussy as it swelled with renewed lust. She wrapped her arms around him, and sank her mouth against his shoulder. He pulled her body against his, and she felt him stiffen tensely. Her heart fluttered with excitement and she longed to grab him.

"Maybe we should get back to the party," she suggested.

Stelian cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I suppose you're right, of course," he agreed.

He took her back to the ballroom and they wandered amid the guests. Harmony nodded to those people she had met, noticing how some of the men would glance quickly to her exposed cleavage as they passed. She enjoyed the feel of Stelian's hand in her own, his fingers intertwining hers, and the tickling sensation of his caress. She hoped the needful feelings inside her would dissipate, but instead they brewed deeper and stronger, until each movement of her thighs stimulated her with an irritating itch that began to drive her insane. The delight she secretly harbored in being with Stelian became an uncomfortable hunger she couldn't ignore.

"Stelian," she whispered to him as they stood alone to look out a towering window.

"Yes?" he replied, leaning into her.

She harbored the deep thrill in her lower stomach in silence until it ebbed enough for her to speak. "You said you fantasized about a massage, right? A girl touching you?"

He nodded, smiling. "Oh yes."

She swallowed the looming lump. Her heart thumped hard at the thoughts of seeing his penis, touching it, playing with it. "In your fantasy, do you orgasm while she's just touching you with her hands?"

He hesitated, glancing down at her. "Sometimes." His voice was tense and excited. "Why?"

"Well," Harmony could hardly keep her heart from jumping out, "if I did that for you, I would still be a virgin, right?"

He nodded. "You would."

She fought to conceal her grin. "And I'm already in trouble, so what's a little more?"

"You make a wonderful point."

His rolling accent sent shivers up her spine once again. "Before we leave, could you . . ." She couldn't bring herself to ask him.

"Could I what?"

She felt like her chest was going to explode, or her pussy was going to implode, but she didn't know which would happen first. She shook her head, but the ache inside wouldn't quiet down.

"Would you do that thing to me again, like you did on the bridge? Oh god, I'd love that. And I'll give you a massage. Is that . . ."

Her words got stuck. He was quiet, his eyes searching her eager gaze, enjoying it immensely.

"Let's go do that now," He suggested after a long pause. "Let's go to my room, okay?"

Harmony felt like her nod was overly eager, but Stelian grasped her hand and led her quickly to the elevator. On the ride up they had the car to themselves, and they stood in heated excitement, silent, holding hands as the tension became nearly audible.

"Oh, thank god," Harmony exclaimed as they at last burst into the room. Stelian closed the door behind them, whisked her up into his arms, and flung her to the bed. She flopped into the blankets, laughing. She kicked her shoes off and heard them clunking to the floor.

Her mind reeled as she watched him strip off his jacket and shirt, kicking his shoes to one side. Fear flooded her, blending with excitement so sweet it made her feel icky. As he began to unfasten his pants she put up a hand to ask him to stop, her heart fluttering in her chest so wildly she wasn't certain she could handle anything more. But in a moment his pants were sliding down his thighs, leaving him standing in nothing more than his loose boxer shorts, and she stared in terrified amazement at the dark, luscious skin that covered his body. His chest was strewn lightly with tuffs of delicious black hair. She wriggled nervously, seeing his chiseled body, and the vague form of his large penis looming beneath a single layer of thin fabric. Her pussy was pulsing in eager longing in spite of the shock that filled her at seeing him so exposed.




Just One Night



So, I hear you're into older men sweetie?

I find older men to be more mature. They can give a woman what she needs rather than being selfish with his needs.

Interesting. Oldest man you've had sex with?

32. I was just 18 at the time.

Mmm that's cute. Tell me the story behind it?

*

I was a late bloomer in everything. None of the boys thought I was cute in high school because I still had that baby fat. Practically the month after high school ended all the baby fat dropped. I could tell men liked the look of me. Up until that point I had been a good girl. I had never done anything and I promised to wait until marriage.

That summer I spent a lot of time at my older sister's house. I used her computer. Since she only had AOL I kept to her name. It said that she was 32 as well. He messaged me as my sister and I had to explain who I was.

He got curious, asked for a 'pic'. He said I was beautiful. I teased, saying he only said that because he had to.

Slowly the teasing turned sexual. He began telling me what it was he would do to me if he could. It made me wet thinking about it. He asked to meet. Daringly, I said yes. But that he had to behave. He laughed and said okay. After giving me the directions to his house I went. My sister didn't care; she was too busy with work and her own social life.

At his place, he gave me wine. He curled up with me to watch a movie. Gradually it shifted so I was leaning back against him, resting between his legs. By then I was feeling warm from the wine. I stretched as his hands lightly petted my sides and over my belly. Teasing from the bottom of my breasts to where the top of my panties lay on my hips. It got me wet.

He let his fingers brush over the sides of my breasts. Stroked over my shoulders. My neck. I was in a sensual heaven. He continued to ply me with wine. Not enough to get me drunk but enough I felt good with the world. The movie ended. Weak to my knees he dragged me up and brought me down to his basement to play pool.

It as cold down there, especially in my tank top and skirt. We joked a bit with the first game. Flirting and getting to know each other until he made the comment of my being cold. I gave him a confused look, blushing when he tweaked one of my hard nipples in reply.

Somehow, he moved to kiss me. I eagerly accepted until he had me pulled against him. He continued to tease my nipple, making me squirm, his other hand moving to my bottom. I felt his fingers feather beneath the hem of my skirt, against the lower curve of my ass before slipping inside the cuff of the panties to stroke the skin. I shivered, the kiss breaking, so to watch his face as I felt his hands pull up my skirt some. He slid his leg between my thighs, pinning my hips against the table as he rocked me against his leg, kissing me once more.

I could feel my juices gathering, soaking through. As he continued to kiss me, one of his hands went to stroke the front of my pussy, feeling the juices gathering there. Through the thin material of my panties he found my clit and began to lightly tease it. He broke the kiss, watching my face as he told me softly I was a wicked little girl. That I had teased him all through the movie and game and he was going to make me pay. 

I was a little scared but his touch was still gentle and he moved into my panties to continue teasing my clit, even going so far as to slide a finger into me. It felt wonderful. I was so tight as a virgin, and he massaged at the muscles gently, pleasuring all the nerves there. Carefully he pulled back, pulling my panties down to rest around my calves before he went to kissing me once more. 

His fingers continued to caress before spreading my pussy wide. I had shaven for this, wanting to feel sexy despite my telling him to behave. Now he held the bare, slippery lips wide apart. Lost in the kiss and pleasure I was feeling, I wasn't expecting the slap to my clit. He was using his free fingers to do it, switching between rubbing my clit hard and spanking it until I was trembling and sobbing. I gave him a worried look, I felt so aroused but uncertain and his stern look just made me worried as to what was wrong. 

He pressed his clothed hips between my thighs, grinding on my now sensitive pussy. I have to admit I loved the feeling. I could feel his fingers biting into my thighs, holding them spread, felt the rough fabric dragging over me erotically. Pushing me back on the table so my hips just barely rested on the edge, he stepped back and spread my legs once more, watching his finger as it slid in and out of me. Using my juices to keep my clit wet, giving it a few more spanks until my body was trembling once more.

Stripping off my panties, he removed my shoes and socks as well before telling me to strip the rest of the way. Climbing off the table, I did just that until I stood nude before him. He turned me this way and that, giving my ass a firm squeeze, even spreading the cheeks a bit to view my asshole. After a minute he gave my ass a slap and told me to go upstairs and finish my wine like a good girl but not to get his couch messy. 

I did as told; gulping the wine once I stood upstairs. He came up a minute later, dressed only in a robe. I was so aroused at this moment, I'm pretty sure I would have let him do just about anything to me. Since I was standing, not wanting to mess up his couch, he sat down, tugging my body between his legs. His hands idly ran over me, over my stomach and thighs after refilling my glass. He continues petting, slowly centering back to my pussy. His only words were to tell me to spread my legs. Doing so, he spread the bare lips, looking at my swollen, hard clit. I watched him as he pushed and prodded it, trying to stay on my feet. Some of the wine spilled from my glass, landing on his hand. He stopped. Looking to me, he licked the wine off. I could tell he wasn't happy. 

He told me to dip my fingers into the wine. I did. Grasping my hand he took control over my wine coated fingers. First he teased them over my nipples, making me pull and pinch at my own nipples, coating them with the wine until they were hard. Then he told me to dip them in the wine again. I did. I couldn't help myself. Taking my hand, he set my fingers against my pussy. He told me to touch myself. Embarrassed I only stroked the lips slowly. He forced them apart with his fingers then made my own fingers spank my clit once more. My knees began to buckle. He caught the wine. Letting me fall back on his coffee table. Drinking my wine a bit he then pressed it to me. Telling me to drink once more. I did, slowly at first, watching him as he spread my legs once more, until the lips of my pussy naturally parted.

After a minute of watching he leaned down. With the flat of his tongue he licked at me. It was my first time being touched so. I nearly choked on the wine. He told me to keep drinking before he went back to licking. I did as told, my eyes closing. I felt like liquid fire was in my pussy. He kept stabbing his tongue at my clit, flicking it back and forth before lapping at my entrance. I was surprised when I found the wine gone. He noticed and took the glass from me before lifting me to my feet. Turning me around, he stroked my ass a bit before sinking two fingers into my pussy. 

I was shocked. Especially so when he stood up, teasingly curling his fingers inside me before telling me to walk. It was awkward. He wouldn't remove his fingers and I could feel my juices dripping as we moved. Somehow he lead me to his room. I'm not sure how. There he sat down, drawing me into his lap, my back to his chest. The soft fabric of the robe teased my skin as I felt the hot press of his cock hard against my pussy. His hands were everywhere on my body. My breasts. My thighs. My stomach. My pussy. His mouth was near my ear as he told me I was "Daddy's little girl." He began to grind his cock against my pussy, letting it rub the length of my pussy as he began to play with my nipples. He told me I was naughty. "Such a naughty little girl." Told me to beg for Daddy's cock. I whimpered and whispered please.

But he wanted more. I finally was sobbing and, almost yelling, cried out, "Please, Daddy, please!" 

He chuckled and turned me to face him on his lap. There I felt his fingers inside me again, stretching me a bit. His other hand was on my clit. He worked his fingers against my clit fast. His fingers inside me roughly plunging. From all the teasing I was primed and in seconds I orgasmed. He thrust three fingers inside me as I did. It hurt a little but not too much; it actually made me cum again. I was a mess by the time I calmed down and he laid me on his bed. Watching him, I saw him remove his robe then come to lay over me. Catching one leg and then the next, he set them over his shoulders before teasing his cock against my pussy once more. 

I was so wet; he had no trouble as he began to push into me, only my tightness giving a little resistance. But even that didn't last. He fucked me slow and hard. He teased me to the brink of orgasm two before making me beg to cum. I did. I did it with the desperation of any girl in that situation. I wasn't watching his hands. One of his caught mine, holding them above my head as the other came to my ass. I felt cool lubricant on his fingers, teasing my little asshole before slowly sinking in. He worked it in and out until his finger was fully in there. I almost came right then and there. He worked his finger in there, then a second, stretching me open before pulling out. I felt a slender, cool vibrator push in. It began to hum away happily in its new home. He began fucking me once more. Slowly, the thumb of his free hand feathering my clit.

Finally he told me I could cum. He began to fuck me hard and fast, animalistic almost. I came hard. So hard I swear I lost consciousness for a moment. When I woke, he was laying above me, most of his weight on me as he panted. I could feel the vibrator still happily buzzing inside me, his cock softening. Slowly he pulled out, releasing my legs before giving me a kiss.

I couldn't close my legs, I was so sensitive. And even as he recovered he continued to tease my body, fucking my ass with the vibrator, teasing my clit. Only until my cries sounded more painful than pleasured did he remove the vibrator and tell me to go shower. I did. 

Before I could dry off, he came in to see that my pussy was clean, but I was still aroused despite it all. He made me stand there as he fingered me, my hands on his shoulders, his cock hard again. Finally he pushed me back in beneath the water. Turning me to the wall he slid his cock back in.

He said I was a little slut for being so wet but he loved me for it. He worked his cock into my pussy, a ridge in the shower wall rubbing my clit, his hands holding my own to the wall. He kissed and bit at my neck until he came again, spilling his seed once more against the entrance to my womb.

He tenderly washed me and tucked me into his bed, letting me wear one of his t-shirts but no panties. He woke me once in the night for sex, and I came with relish around his cock, this time actually squirting juices, soaking the bed. He chuckled and patted my clit, saying "Good girl" before going back to bed.

In the morning I took another shower as he slept and left. He had work and I had stayed out far longer than I should. Alone at my sister's once more, I masturbated until I fell asleep again, still burning with the need for his cock to fill me. For him to use my body, though that was to be our only night.



Just One Night



You said yes. I can't believe that you actually said yes! We were just having coffees when I told you how lonely and broken I felt, and how you were the one I want to help me to feel again. That was two days ago, and since then I have been a wreck. I want everything to be perfect. I'm staying at the house in Leaside so at least I know that there is privacy, and that it isn't a hotel. That is the last thing I want for this moment. Not some cheap hotel, or even a nice hotel with paper thin walls.

I bought wine, although my picking wine never seems to quite work out the way I hope it does. I ditched out of my afternoon meetings to make sure everything was perfect. This may be our only moment, and if it is I know that I want to remember every detail. The food had to be perfect too, so I had slaved over that for the afternoon, making everything from scratch.

I'd showered a little while ago, my hair still damp. In bare feet with my jeans on, and a sweater thrown over my bare upper body. I had planned on putting on a proper shirt, but that was when the time slipped and when the doorbell rang, you were standing outside.

You'd been to a client earlier in the day, so you had on those black boots you knew I liked, not too high a heel, but yet they did so much for your sexy legs. Knee length skirt, brown, and a black turtleneck. You have one of your scarves around your neck, which I can just see in the open jacket you have on. We greet each other with a smile, and I help you through the door, pulling you into my arms as I shut the door behind you. You feel so good there against me. I lean down thinking of a chaste, lingering kiss on your lips, but as soon as they touch it is like fire. You are returning my kiss with the same intensity, and it quickly becomes a battle of tongues.

We move from the entrance, never leaving each others embrace, you bunching my sweater in your hands as we both shuffle towards the sofa on the opposite wall. I can taste the cinnamon lip gloss, knowing that you've done that because it was something you had asked me for. It was something that I told you I very much enjoyed when we had kissed at Christmas. At the edge of the sofa, I knew when the backs of your calves touched, and I wrapped my arms around you, spinning and pulling you down on top of me as we landed lying on the sofa. I bring my hands up to stroke your hair, and breaking for air, only briefly I say a simple "Hi", and you return it with similar whispered intensity. Then it is our mouths claiming each other again.

At some point, we both had removed our glasses, which was a good thing, because they would certainly have been broken. Your hands slid under my sweater and are running up my chest, and I am struggling to get you to break contact so I can remove your jacket. I slip my mouth away from yours, kissing your cheek, jaw and side of your neck, until I reach your ear. I whisper that I have dinner for us in the kitchen, but you look me in the eyes saying "We have dinner right here." Realizing that we both feel the intensity, desire and need to be fulfilled this night, I slip out to grab the wine and glasses, and to shut off the oven which was keeping the food warm. You lean against the door jam as I work in the kitchen. I don't know that I have ever seen that intensity in your eyes before. 

I turn with the wine and the glasses to find you right behind me in the kitchen. It is a small space, barely enough room for the two of us to stand in. "Let me help" you say taking the glasses from me but not before a searing kiss between us. You turn and sway your hips as you lead me back to the other room. Denim never felt as tight as it did in that moment.

You are standing in the middle of the room, your jacket gone but not the scarf, I am staring at your body, thinly hidden from me by the skirt you are wearing, the turtleneck clinging to your upper body almost as a second skin. I move behind you, pressing my arousal against your lower back. Kissing you along the back of your neck, and around to your ear, nipping lightly at the ear lobe. "Did you want to go upstairs or do you like the sofa?"

You turn, wrapping your arms around my neck before giving a little hop and wrapping your legs around me, your frame fitting so well against me, and your heat now pressed against mine. "Let's start here." is what you said, or I think that was what you said. My hands cupping your ass, sliding the skirt up so I am cupping the bare flesh rather than through the fabric. I kiss from your lips to your jaw, and then down your neck and throat, until I encounter the edge of that turtleneck. I know that you must have worn this on purpose, knowing how it would excite and frustrate me at the same time.

I move us back to the sofa, letting you down only to put the glasses and wine on the floor beside us and we collapse onto the sofa, now with me hovering over you. My hands begin moving slowly along your cheek, caressing your neck and collarbone. Then across your shoulder and down your side, skimming across the fullness of your breast, teasingly close to your nipple, but just out of reach. When my hand reaches the waistline of your skirt, I pull up at your top, releasing it from .the confines of the skirt, and pulling it up. Our kissing never stopping during this. I stop for a moment, and move your arms up over your head, allowing me to pull the garment from your body more easily. I look down to see your torso exposed, your breasts captured by the fabric of your bra, a beautiful black bra with lacy trim that I wonder if you have worn for me, or is it just your everyday lingerie?

I want to bring your hands back to my skin, allow you to run your nails on my back, but with your hands over your head, I can't stop myself completely. I find your scarf, and I look into your eyes as I wrap it around your wrists, binding them, but not too tightly. I know you could get out if you wanted to, and hope that you don't yet.

I kiss you again, mouths hungry, but there is so much new exposed flesh that my mouth longs to taste and explore. And explore it does. My hand keeping your wrists above your head, my mouth begins trailing kisses along your throat, collar bone, across the top of your breasts, into the valley of your cleavage, and down across your stomach. On the way back to your lips I also begin to scrape my teeth on your skin, lightly especially when I reach your lace covered breasts, scraping so that I begin to uncover slightly more, the edge of your rosy nipples starting to be exposed.

I keep your hands above your head still with one hand as my other reaches down and runs up the outside of your thigh, where your skirt has become bunched, sliding up the smooth velvet skin. When I reach the roundness of your ass, feeling that you didn't wear stockings, I can feel the edge of the thong at your hip. I drag my hand back down, now more on the top of your thigh rather than the side or bottom. I must be doing something right, because your tied hands come up from over your head to wrap around mine, and I feel your hips rise slightly as I move my hand toward your knee again.

You tell me I am wearing too much clothing. I kneel, my left knee between your thighs and pull the sweater off tossing it across the room. Your hands still tied touch my chest, your fingers circling my nipple as you had hoped my tongue would yours. It brings a throaty growl from me before I take your hands in mine, moving them back above your head, crashing my lips to yours, probing tongues fighting for dominance.

I lean up, bringing my hands now to your lace covered breasts, squeezing them, my thumbs now searching for the peaks below the lace, circling around your hardened nipples. I lean forward, my mouth finding one nipple through the offending fabric, while my hand circles behind to release the hooks holding it in place on your perfect skin. I pull the now loosened fabric away, exposing your excited nipples to the air, immediately grasping each breast and rolling the nipples between my thumb and forefinger, pulling slightly before diving my head and laving each nipple with my tongue. My one free hand now back at your hip.

I can hear your breath shallow and panting, your heartbeat racing like mine. You move your hands again, and this time I feel possessive grasping your wrists, nipping at your bottom lip. I call you my Bad Girl. I untie your hands only to turn you over and tie them behind your back. You are now lying across my lap, your ass exposed by my pushing the skirt up. I can see the matching thong to the bra now. I give you a smack on the ass, telling you to keep your hands in the right place. I can see the redness from where I smacked you already, and gently rub the area, my finger tips close to the cleft of your bottom. My one hand plays with your breast, while the other caresses your ass, until you begin to wiggle, and I spank you again this time on the other cheek, telling you not to move.

I find the zipper on your skirt, moving you to stand with your legs parted slightly, I unzip the skirt to allow it to pool at your feet, then kneeling before you I take the thin strip of thong on each hip and lower them carefully ensuring that they run taught down your thighs. Removing the thong revealing your clean pubic area, not a wisp of hair between your thighs. You now stand before me in only your heeled boots. I lean forward, pushing my tongue between your legs, to taste you for the first time.

I stand again, having teased you just enough, bringing you back to the sofa, now removing the binds on your wrist, but moving you to your hands and knees on the sofa. I begin again with caresses on your buttocks, while also leaning forward to kiss your luscious lips, now allowing you to caress your own breasts, but when you reach towards your core, I spank you again. No I don't want you to touch yourself, or at least not yet. My own hand after the smack, rubs along the crevasse of your buttocks, brushing your outer lips, feeling wetness there. I bring my hand to my mouth ensuring you can see me licking your wetness from my fingers. I bring my hand back then, ensuring that I rub more often to your core than your ass. Kissing and nipping at your ass as I rub and slip a finger along your outer lips. My thumb pressing lightly on your puckered anus. You rock your hips back onto my hand, my finger slipping into you just past the knuckle. I hear you sigh in contentment.

I ask if this is what you want? Me to finger you, sliding in and out of your wetness. You growl out that you want more than my fingers, your own hand sliding down to find the bundle of nerves. I respond by sliding my finger in deeper, and telling you I want the same.

You decide that again I am wearing too much, and taking control, push me back by my chest until I am now sitting on the sofa, and you are knelt between my legs. You run your hand up my thigh, feeling my hard cock under the denim fabric. I gasp as you generate friction, rubbing me through the denim. You reach up loosening my belt, then popping the button and pulling the zipper down on my jeans before coaxing me to lift my hips before pulling them and my boxers to my feet. The cold air on my hard cock almost painful. You grasp me in your hand, your other coming to cup my balls. You lightly stroke me, a small bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip. Your thumb rubbing that droplet into the head, before you lift your thumb to your mouth licking the pad. It is one of the sexist things I've ever seen.

I watch as you lean forward, licking my shaft from bottom to top, before rolling your tongue around the head. You look up into my eyes then engulf my shaft as far as you can. Your velvet mouth feeling incredible. You then start a long slow process of teasing, massaging and bringing me close to the edge, but never too close. At some point during this we have shifted positions so that I am again using my hand to rub your wetness, my thumb resting again on your tight anus.

I don't want to loose myself, so I stop your wonderful tongue, telling you that if you don't stop you would end up with me falling asleep and be rather unsatisfied. At least you laughed at that. I pulled you back to the sofa, laying you back and lowering myself between your legs. Even if I was only good for one or two rounds for the whole night, didn't mean that you couldn't have more enjoyment.

With that I kiss from your navel down, past that bare mound until I reach your core. I roll my tongue around the outer lips, tasting the wetness already gathered. We have both worked ourselves into a good frenzy. I lap at the wetness before softly probing my tongue between the outer lips, laying it flat, looking for your clit. I run my tongue up until I feel you twitch as I meet that sensitive spot. I take a few long swirls with my tongue rolling it before licking it with the tip of my tongue. Teasing I then moved lower pushing my tongue into you, and rolling it around before making the trip back to the top and starting again. Roll, flick, plunge, roll, flick, plunge. My hands busy between rubbing your breasts and gripping your butt cheeks.

With your hands now free, you are encouraging me, grabbing my head and keeping me in place when I do something right, and your voice is like music to my ears as you moan in pleasure. Too soon I feel your body stiffen and begin to spasm as your orgasm washes over you. Not to be denied, I slip my hand around and probe you, sliding a finger into you with slight upward pressure, looking for your G-spot. You help me by tilting your pelvis shifting to give me access. By now we are both covered in a sheen of sweat, as I work you toward another orgasm.

Before we can reach that point, we both need a break, my technique just not enough. We agree to take the wine upstairs to the bedroom where you will teach me how to touch you. How to love you. Leaving the clothes where they are, I let you lead me up the stairs and into the master bedroom, the king-size bed waiting for us.

The room lamps are turned down, candles on the dressers to give a soft glow. As I open the wine, you light the candles. We embrace each other, no odd feelings being naked together, and take a sip of the wine. You seem to approve of the wine so I guess I did okay for once. We set the wine down after half a glass and crawl onto the bed together. Both of us on our knees, facing each other.

We re-start things with an exercise we both remember from theater class, the mirror, except the difference this time being not just mirror your partner, but coming as close as possible to touching without actually touching. Both of us can feel the heat from our closely pressed bodies, anticipation building at least for me knowing that building the desire like this will make the actual meeting of our two bodies even more exhilarating.

We play at this only for maybe five minutes before neither of us can handle much more, and I push the envelope touching you as I force you back, before you grab me by the neck, pulling my face to your chest, my mouth quickly beginning to work your breasts. Your hands moving to my back, raking my back from shoulders to my ass. I hope that you leave marks because I want to be marked. I want to be yours.

Your hand moves between us, finding me, stroking me ready for us to join. You tell me you want me inside you, and that teaching can come later. I lift my face, looking into your eyes before moving up and kissing your mouth hard. Reaching over to the side table, we both realize that a condom is necessary between us. You select one and help me to put it on, before leaning back and guiding me to your hot and wet ready entrance.

At some point, likely during the drinking of the wine, your boots were removed, you pulled me to you and laying back, guide me to your entrance, before locking your ankles behind me, drawing me in. I edged your opening before sliding slowly in, allowing you to expand around me before moving. In only a few strokes I am buried in you to the hilt, you telling me how full I am making you feel. It doesn't take long for us to develop a rhythm, your hips rising to each thrust. Moments later you push to the side rolling on top, beginning to thrust and take control of the angle and depth of motion. You rock, while rolling your hips, your hot liquid coating my cock, making the joining very slick.

You look at me and I know what you are asking with your eyes, and I nod my head. You rise up, off of me, grasping my covered shaft before slipping it back slightly, bushing my very wet, coated cock and sliding it carefully not into your core, but into your ass. The tightness is incredible as I can feel the anal muscles flexing as you get accustomed to having me inside. My hands holding your hips as you rock and grind against me, me stretching you open. One of your hands slips to your clit, strumming yourself as you slide up and down taking me into your ass. I tell you that watching you do this was bringing me close, that I can't last much longer, and I guess that is all you needed to hear. You come down hard, taking me all the way in, my balls now resting against your ass as you lean back, shoving two fingers into yourself and you cum, your shaking orgasm milking me, my own white sticky seed filling the condom. 

We don't rest there for long because it is not so comfortable for you, and I withdraw, amazed at what we had accomplished together. I slowly removed the condom, disposing of it. We both lay back then, pulling a light sheet and blanket up over us. We reach for the wine, sipping and enjoying. We sleep for only a short time, both of us knowing that you can't stay. I awake to find you taking me in your mouth, telling me that you want me this way. You work me quickly, and surprisingly I can't hold back long. You mouth working me, your hand pumping me, and cupping me. I quickly spray your mouth, and you make sure not to loose a drop. You smile at me, kissing me before we both head downstairs, you to get dressed, and me saddened that you will soon be leaving. I find a pair of track pants and pull them on.

By the time I make it downstairs, and start to gather your things, you are also coming down from the washroom. Your face looks fresh, your makeup re-done and your hair fixed. I help you to get dressed, taking extra time to 'help' put your boots back on, massaging your feet, telling you how I want you to stay, and both of us knowing that you can't. Not today, and maybe never.

As we stand at the door, you dressed completely as you were when you entered, you press a long lingering kiss to my lips. I taste your cinnamon lip gloss. I know that you wore it for me. I watch you step away into the night, going home to where you are needed. I move back into the now empty house, my house that I only use when in town. I move to the kitchen open the fridge and get myself something to eat. I settle into the table, looking across at the seat I wished you would fill, and think back on the last few hours. I smile and finish my sandwich, then move into the kitchen to clean up the dishes.



Just One Night...



I didn't know what was wrong, but I knew something wasn't right. My wife, Laura, was usually bubbly and happy, but for the life I of me I couldn't remember when I had last heard her laugh. This hadn't been going on very long, but it had been at least a couple of weeks since we had sex, and that seemed to coincide with Laura's change in mood. I asked straight out her what was wrong and I got the fateful, "Oh, nothing!" response. That was when I knew I had to do something.

For a week or two I did more than my share of the household chores. I cooked her favorite meals. I even volunteered to take her shoe shopping. It figures she took me up on that, but it still didn't do anything to get her out of the funk she was in. After another week or so of this I was at wits end. Nothing I did seemed to make her happy and I began to feel frustrated, and not just because we hadn't had sex. But, I figured she was a big girl and she would either tell me what was on her mind or work it out on her own eventually. I continued with the TLC for another week and then last Saturday marked the beginning of what was to be a completely new phase in our lives.

I had just finished cutting and trimming the yard and when I walked into our room to have a shower I found Laura laying face down on the bed. I could tell she wasn't crying, just moping, but still, this was really unusual for her. "What's wrong?" I asked?

"Oh, nothing." A pause. "I don't know! I just feel so... so... blah!"

"Well, I know one thing! We have got to get you to snap out of this. I have never seen you this way! What is going on?"

She didn't answer, but she sighed heavily a couple of times.

"That's it. We are going out. Tonight!" I said. "I am going to take you dancing!"

She looked at me quietly for a second or two and then she gave me a faint smile. "Really?"

"Yeah! Why not! We need to get you out and see if we can't get you out of these doldrums you are in!"

"I'd like that" she said quietly, but then she flashed me one of her smiles and I fell in love with her all over again.

"Good!" I said. "Why don't you go get your hair done and when you get back I will take you out for supper and then we can try and paint the town red!"

Not five minutes later she was backing out of the driveway. I had already seen a bounce in her step I hadn't seen for weeks.

A couple of hours later she walked in with one of those haircuts all women seem to get. I don't know what it is about hair salons, but they have no clue how to actually fix a girls hair. Laura saw the look on my face and smiled. "Don't worry! They gave me a great cut! Just wait until I have a chance to work with it a little myself before you pass judgment, okay?"

What could I say except, "Deal!"

Ninety minutes later I was ready to go, but Laura still hadn't made an appearance. I was busy fixing myself a Caesar when I heard I soft "Uh hum" behind me. I turned around and there stood Laura. She was stunning (even her hair)! She is always attractive to me, but when Laura puts her mind to it she has the ability to put on her face in a way that transforms her into someone I barely recognize. She would not have looked out of place at the red carpet outside of the Oscars. Unfortunately, she was dressed like she had been nominated for best actress. 

I mulled over my next few words VERY carefully. "You look beautiful!" I said, quite sincerely. "But..."

"But what?" she asked with just a hint of anger.

"Well... uh..."

"What?" she asked again. Her anger was not quite so thinly disguised this time.

"Well... You look beautiful, but you look like you are going to meet the Queen! I want to take you dancing! You know, to a night club! Thumping music! Sweaty bodies! Maybe some dirty dancing"

She looked at me for what felt like a very long time. "Oh!" was all she said, and without another word she went back upstairs.

I finished the Caesar I had poured and I was halfway through another when I heard her walking down the stairs again. This time not only did she look stunning, I was stunned!

"Wow! Where did you get that outfit?" I asked.

"Like it?" she asked and did a slow pirouette. I did! She had on a black mini-skirt, not too short, but it still showed of half of her thighs, and the stilettos she had on her feet did nothing but compliment the rest of her long, slender legs. But, it was her top that got my attention. From the front it seemed fairly conservative. It was sleeveless, and it came all the way up. The collar was snug around her throat. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra from the way the satin clung to her. It was the back of the blouse that blew me away. The collar was held together by a rhinestone chain that stretched nearly from shoulder to shoulder and the entire back was open all the way down to where you could easily see the curve of her lower back before the blouse finished in a cascade of folds just above the top of her butt. I had never seen anything like it, let alone on my usually conservatively dressed wife. She is not shy by any means and has often gone nude in hot tubs with friends, but rarely had I ever seen her in anything that was as blatantly sexy as what she had on tonight 

"It's amazing! When did you buy it? I know it wasn't today."

"Believe it or not I have had this outfit since before we were married. It was one of my favorite outfits when I went out to clubs. I didn't think you would approve. I haven't worn it since I met you." 

"You are right there! That shirt would be hard to forget!" I laughed. "But, for tonight I do approve!" So with that I offered my arm to the most beautiful woman I had ever had the privilege of escorting and we laughingly headed toward the car, dinner, and an adventure neither one of us suspected.

Dinner was wonderful, but my favorite part was walking in with Laura. You could literally hear conversation stop as we walked to our table and out of the corner of my eye I saw two women nudge their male companions to get their attention again. One guy even got his arm slapped! Too funny!

We sat in a round booth and throughout dinner we sat close and flirted. A couple of times I tried to slide my hand up her skirt to feel what she was wearing underneath, but both times she playfully slapped my hand and told me that was for later. I did manage to slide my hand into the back of her shirt and around to cup a breast a couple of times, so it was still all good. We kissed a lot. Nothing embarrassing, it was just that with her beautiful face so close to mine it was hard not to steal a kiss and it seemed like we did that every dozen words or so all through dinner.

After some espresso and Sambuca we made our way back onto the street and worked our way over a couple of blocks to "the strip". Along the way Laura got more catcalls and whistles than she had heard in years, and from the look on her face she was very pleased with the attention she was getting. Her mood had definitely improved.

When we got to the club Laura wanted to go to I was disappointed to see a line, and a long one at that. I was about to resign myself to a long wait or suggest we go somewhere else when Laura walked right up to the doorman and whispered into his ear. He smiled, shook his head, and much to the chagrin of the people in line, he opened up the velvet ropes for us and let us in like we were VIPs. Somehow I knew if it had only been me I would have found myself at the back of the bus, but I didn't care and into the throbbing club we went.

"Did you know him?" I asked as we walked.

"No. I just asked him if he was going to make a real woman wait in line with all those girls." she laughed in response. 

Once we were inside it was quickly obvious there was no where to sit so we hung out at the bar for a while, ordered a couple of drinks and just took it all in. I hadn't been in a club like this for years and the beautiful people were certainly out in style tonight. I had thought I looked good walking out the door tonight, but compared to these people I was beyond dull. Laura on the other hand was in her element and a number of men and women remarked on her look as they squeezed by us. We danced a couple of times to some fast numbers and while Laura seemed to get into it I could sense a little ambivalence about her as well. Once we had made our way back to the bar and our drinks I asked her about it.

"What's wrong? You were having such a good time earlier?"

She stared at me a long time before she took me by the hand. "C'mon", she said. "We need somewhere quiet to talk. She led me out of the bar and back onto the street. She whispered to the doorman again, kissed him on the cheek, and said "You the best!

We walked about a block without saying a word and then Laura pulled me into a small park and sat me down on a bench. She took my hands in hers and looked at me for a moment or two as if trying to see inside of me.

"Do you remember Jennifer, the girl I went to college with?"

I said that I did, but I was wondering what that had to do with anything. Jennifer was married, had two great kids, and lived on the coast with her husband in an amazing home overlooking the Pacific. When Laura and I first met we partied with them a little, but we hadn't seen them in years. I didn't even think she and Laura communicated any more.

"She and Jack got divorced last year."

"What?" I exclaimed. "Why?"

"Jack cheated on her."

"That is too bad." I sighed. "She was... IS a great gal. Is that what has you so upset? You know I would never..."

"No, that isn't it at all. She called me a month or two ago and we have been talking frequently since."

"Ah!" I thought. The pieces of the puzzle begin to come together. "So what does that have to do with how you have been feeling lately?

"Well..." she said, and the story came out.

It seems Jennifer has been having the time of her life the past year. Having no interest in settling down she has been content to date and just have fun. She has been wined, dined, jetted to Mexico, Vegas, and Hawaii, and from what I gather, she had gotten herself royally fucked on a number of occasions. The Vegas trip in particular was memorable because she had let herself be picked up by a strange guy in a nightclub and the next thing she knew she was getting screwed on his private jet at 35,000 feet. It sounded as though they could have stayed on the jet all weekend for as little of Vegas she saw the next couple of days. 

"So you want a divorce?" I asked?

"Heavens no!" she exclaimed. "I love you!"

"Whew!" I thought because that was really where I thought this was going and I could not stand the thought of losing her. "So what do you want? To get laid?"

"No. Not that. It is just... Oh, I don't know! Something is missing."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when Jennifer started telling me about all the partying she was doing I began thinking about all the fun and excitement I had when I was single. No strings. No commitments. I could do what I wanted, and 'do' who I wanted, without a moment's thought. I was free!"

"So you do want a divorce?" I asked as a ball began to form in the pit of my stomach.

"No!"

"Laid then?"

She paused for a second. "Maybe!" she said. The ball in my stomach got bigger. "But it is more than that. I want to feel that excitement again."

"When you told me we were going dancing tonight I was so happy" she continued. "And everything was good right up until you and I started dancing."

"What's wrong with the way I dance?" I asked.

"Nothing! It is just... well... you!"

"Me?"

"Yeah! Good old you! The man I have been married to for ten years."

I looked at her not just a little puzzled.

"Look," she said, "it wasn't so much that it was you as much as it wasn't someone else. Anyone else! Someone I didn't know before tonight. I used to dance with all sorts of guys and it was exciting as they tried to get close to me. With you tonight that was missing. It is what has been bugging me these past few weeks. I miss the excitement I used to feel everyday when I woke up not knowing what I was going to do or who I was going to meet. I miss the thrill when a new man touches me intimately for the first time. I miss the excitement I felt when I undressed for them the very first time. I can't help wondering if this is all there is. And if it is, can I live this way for the rest of my life?"

I sat in silence trying to digest everything Laura was saying to me, not quite knowing what to make of it. 

"You don't want a divorce? You are sure?"

"Absolutely!"

"So what do you want? I am not going to let you go screw someone. Not today anyway! I would have to do a lot of thinking before I could come to grips with that, if I ever could."

"I know!" Laura sighed. "I wouldn't ask you to. But I need to do something! I don't think I can go on the way I have been. This has been bugging me for a long time and the past few weeks talking with Jennifer has brought it all to the surface."

We sat quietly for a few moments and an idea had begun to form in my mind, I wasn't even sure what I was going to say when I began talking, but my lips started moving anyway. I hoped my brain would catch up!

"Look, I certainly do not want to lose you, nor do I want to go on the way we have been the last month. I don't know why you haven't said anything to me before tonight, but I am glad we got this all out on the table. I think I understand what you are saying to me so I have a proposition for you."

"A proposition?" Laura asked with more than a little curiosity. 

"A proposition." I confirmed. "But, before I tell you what I have in mind I want you to know this will be a one time thing, and you have to agree to everything I ask of you. Deal?"

"I don't know. I have no idea what you have in mind, but at this point I am more than ready to listen. Tell me your proposition."

For the next few minutes I laid out my idea. Most of it came to me on the fly, but the more I talked the more I had her attention. And before long she eagerly agreed to it all. I wish I was as eager as she was, but I knew I wanted her to have this. I would just have to deal with any misgivings I might have.

What I proposed to her was this: For one night she could be single. She could do what ever she wanted, with whoever she wanted, just as long as it stayed in the night club. At the end of the night she left she left with me and no one else. Other than that there were no rules. Whatever she felt comfortable with would be fine with me and I promised I would not judge her, be jealous (Yeah right!), and I would not hold anything she did against her. I assured her I would love her no matter what, and that it was because I loved her that I wanted her to feel whatever it was she thought she needed to feel.

I took her hand and walked her back to the night club. The line up was even longer than before but as we approached the entrance the doorman had the rope already open for us. Laura leaned in to give him another kiss, but instead of a peck on the cheek she took his face in her hands, kissed him fully on the mouth, and briefly stuck her tongue in his mouth before saying thank you. As we walked past him into the club he was grinning at me like a Cheshire cat! I was beginning to realize this was going to be some kind of a ride!

"So what are you going to do?" Laura asked me as we walked back into the club.

"I am going to be a fly on the wall. Just forget I am here. I will keep an eye on you to make sure you are safe, but beyond that you are on your own. Come and find me when you are ready to go home."

"Okay. Are you sure you are okay with this?" she asked sounding hesitant for the first time, which I have to admit made me feel good.

"Absolutely! Go have fun. Just don't turn me down if I come and ask you to dance somewhere along the way."

"You got it!" she said as she squeezed my hand and walked away. She looked back once about ten feet away and I just smiled and shooed her away. From that point on she never looked back, and in more ways than one!

I found a seat at the bar and resigned myself to a long night of people and Laura watching. For a long time nothing unusual happened. I could see Laura talking with all sorts of people, mostly men, and I could tell from her gestures and the smile she wore there was more than a little flirting going on. She danced a little, never with the same guy more than once or twice, but I could see them all hovering around her. She always had a fresh drink in her hand and more than one of the men she was talking to and dancing with had made a point of placing a hand on her bare back. For her part there was a little touchy-feely going on I could see Laura often had her hand on the arm or chest of whatever guy she was talking to. But more than anything else she was smiling and laughing. It had been a long time since I had seen her like this.

After about an hour I saw an opening when Laura had a moment to herself and I quickly walked over and asked her to dance. It almost seemed to surprise her to see me there and she flushed for a second as though she had been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. As luck would have it a slow song began immediately and I pulled Laura into my arms. "Having fun?" I whispered into her ear.

"Oh yeah!" she replied.

"Are you ready to go home?" asking a question I to which already knew the answer.

"No. Not just yet!" she sighed. "Are you having any fun?"

"Not much, but it has been interesting watching you. You seem to have made a few new friends. Find anyone interesting?"

"A couple of guys seem nice." she said non-committedly.

"Anyone in particular?" I asked.

"Maybe!" she grinned up at me. "Do you mind?"

"No." I lied. "It is what we are here for!"

The song ended just about then and with a subtle squeeze on my bulge she winked at me and said "I will see YOU later!" And with that she made her way back to where her new admirers were waiting.

When I got back to the bar I found a very attractive girl occupying my seat. "Is this your spot?" she asked with a friendly smile.

"It is." I said while reaching around her for my drink while stealing a glance at her very obvious cleavage. "I'm Tim."

"Julia" she replied offering me her hand. "Nice to meet you. Do you come here often?" she asked with a smirk at the age old line.

"To be honest this is the very first time. Quite an interesting crowd. I feel a little like a duck out of water here."

"Don't worry about it. Most of these people are way too concerned about how they look. Almost every guy in here is a flake!"

"Almost every guy?" 

"Well, I can think of at least one who doesn't seem to be", she said while twirling a finger on my chest.

We flirted like that for a while and for a while Julia made me forget all about watching Laura. I declined her offer to dance and after a little more meaningless conversation she gave me a polite good-bye kiss on the cheek and wandered off into the club in search of whatever it was she was looking for. "Damn!" I thought as I watched her ass for a moment and wondered what might have happened in another place at another time. "Oh well...!"

Settling back onto my stool I took a long sip at my drink and scanned for Laura. She was not where I had seen her last, nor was she on the dance floor. Slightly concerned, I downed my drink, ordered another, and then I began to slowly walking around to see if I could see her from some other vantage point. 

I had almost given up when I saw her bare back in one of the booths toward the far end of the club. I could not see who she was with, nor could I make out what she was doing, but satisfied I knew where she was I found another place to settle in and watch.

Not more than a song or two later she got up and pulled her companion after her onto the dance floor. He was tall, slim, and, I guess, reasonably good looking. He wore an open collared silk shirt and dress pants. They began to dance and it was quickly obvious this guy knew how to move. Laura began to synchronize her movements with his and the whole thing began to take on the feeling of a mating ritual as they slid their bodies against one another. I was so hypnotized by their sensual movements that I didn't even think to feel jealous, but then the music slowed down and Laura's new friend pulled her close. Laura laid her head on his chest and they slowly began to sway with the music. 




Just One Night...



After a few moments Laura ran her hand up his chest and undid one, then two, of his buttons. I could see her turn her face toward him and kiss his chest. He in turn was sliding both of his hands up and down her bare back and then down over her ass pulling her closer to him. With his face close to her ear I could see him whispering something. She pulled back and looked at him for a second and while she seemed to be thinking she ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. After a second or two I saw her shake her head. Then he said something else, and she shook her head once again. I could only imagine what he was asking her, but I didn't have to imagine very hard.

The song ended and they headed back to their booth, only this time they sat down on the other side of the booth and I could see them more clearly. Laura draped on leg over his and put her arms around him. Almost immediately they began kissing deeply and I watched with a growing sense of jealousy as my wife of ten years collapsed with passion into the lap of another man. I am sure it was only minutes but it seemed like hours before they broke their embrace and reach for their drinks. Entwined as they were they continued to talk and kiss and then I saw Laura arch her head back as her lover kissed her neck. I was so entranced by what he was doing to her with his mouth and by her reaction to it that I didn't even notice when he had begun kneading her breasts through her top, but squeezing them he was and it seemed to make her react to him more passionately. Laura took his face in both her hands and kissed even deeper her tongue obviously pushing into his mouth. 

It took every ounce of self control I had not to go over there and pull Laura forcibly away, but I had promised her this evening and I was not going to break that promise just yet. She hadn't done anything I hadn't expected her to do, but expecting it and seeing it are two completely different things. While the sight of what she was doing was difficult to take I would be lying if I said I wasn't feeling twinges in my own groin, and those twinges turned into an outright hard-on when I saw Laura's hand disappear under the table into her new friend's lap. I couldn't see what she was doing under the table, but it was obvious from the motion of her arm that she was rubbing the bulge I am sure she found there.

Over the next hour or so they alternated between the booth and the dance floor; although what they were doing on the dance floor barely qualified as dancing. Finally, as a song ended I saw her say something to him. He nodded and headed back to their booth alone. Laura turned and walked directly toward me. Instead of stopping she just said, "Get the car and meet me out front in ten minutes" as she walked past me towards the ladies room.

I downed my drink as fast as I could, paid my tab and made a b-line to where we had parked the car a couple of blocks over back by the restaurant where we had enjoyed dinner. What I am hoping was no more than ten minutes later I was cruising slowly past the people lined up to get into the club, but there was no sign of Laura. There was no where to park and wait, so I had to circle the block. Five minutes later I was back in front of the club, but still no sign of my wife, so I circled again, and then again. This time around I saw her chatting with her new bouncer friend and when she saw me she kissed himon the cheek and waved good bye.

When she climbed into the passenger seat all she said was, "I want to go home. Now!"

"What happened in there?" I asked.

"I don't want to talk right now. Just get me home me. Okay?" And so we traveled in silence. I kept looking over at her but she was just lying back with her eyes closed reliving, I am assuming, the events of the night.

As I pulled into the garage Laura sat back up and then she was up and out of the car and into the house practically before I got the car into park. I followed her inside not really knowing what to expect, but I had a pretty good idea when I found her skirt on the kitchen floor, and her blouse hanging on a chair. Her thong panties I found in the hallway leading to our bedroom. I picked them up and was not surprised by how wet they were. I didn't even need to bring them to my face to smell sex.

When I entered the bedroom she was on her back, naked as the day she was born. Her legs were spread wide and she was rubbing her pussy with both hands. She looked at me wild eyed and begged, "I need to you fuck me!"

Who was I to argue with a request like that one. I hard been hard all night and there was nothing I wanted more than to sink my cock into my wife. I pulled my clothes off as fast I could and knelt between her legs. I could see the moisture glistening on her pussy as it gaped open invitingly. I had only rubbed my cock up and down her slit a couple of times when she growled at me again.

"Fuck me! NOW!!"

With that I sunk myself into her to the balls and she was cumming before I even had a chance to pull back and make another stroke.

"Yes!!!" she groaned. "Yes! Fuck me!" And that I did, maybe as hard as I had ever fucked her before. If not for all the drinks I had at the club I would have had an orgasm in seconds, but I was able to settle into a hard but rhythmic tempo and over the next four or five minutes Laura came hard twice more as I steadily fucked her. With her hips thrusting to meet every thrust of my own she looked up at me with lust in her eyes. "C'mon, Baby! Cum for me!" 

That was all it took and I quickly deposited a load deep inside of her.

"Thank you!" she said.

"You are welcome!" I replied. "What happened while I was getting the car?"

"Nothing."

"Thirty minutes is a long time for nothing" I said as I slowly down fucked her with my half hard cock.

"He wanted me to give him a blow job, but I couldn't. Not with you there. So I sent you to get the car. When I got back to the booth he had cock out and he put my hands on it. God! He was so big!"

"So you blew him?" I asked, my cock rising to the occasion once again.

"No. I couldn't. But I jerked him off under the table while I was kissing him. It was so hot!"

My mind was reeling from the images of the evening and even though I hadn't been there for the climax I could see what had happened in my head. She was right, it was hot. I began fucking Laura hard once again even harder than before and in less than a minute I came inside of her for the second time and collapsed on top of her.

"That was amazing!" I said after my heart slowed down a little.

"I can't wait until we do it again the next time!" she whispered breathlessly beneath me. 

"Next time? There is going to be a next time?"

"I hope so!" she said, her eyes sparkling. "Will you let me do it again someday?"

I grinned and used her favorite phrase, "Maybe! Do you think you can stay in control the way you did tonight?"

"Maybe! " she said, smiling wickedly. "But, then again...maybe not!!"



Just One Night



Angie stared into the remains of her pint of Directors, hoping that the dark amber liquid would hold the answers to the questions that were boiling inside her like bubbling lava.

She had absolutely no idea how she had ended up sitting in this bar, staking out the entrance of the hotel opposite. Oh, she knew the physical journey she had taken but the emotional journey was far longer and more complex.

Angie's home life could be frustrating in the extreme. She was still living with the woman she had loved for nearly 2 decades; they still adored each other, did everything together and wouldn't consider living apart but the intimacy had long since left their relationship.

Angie stayed because she loved her with all her heart and still had hopes that they'd regain the intimacy they had once shared, but living under the same roof as the person you lusted after constantly could be emotionally draining and inordinately frustrating.

She had considered having a fling elsewhere but even thinking about it set her conscience off. Angie had always been a very loyal person so she'd just never been able to go through with it.

As a form of release she tried the chat room scene but it just didn't do it for her, especially when it became blatantly obvious that many of the 'women' in the lesbian chat room were obviously either very confused about their own bodies or weren't really women at all.

Bored and home alone one day she thought she'd give it one last chance, but again she ended up chatting with someone who was so obviously a bloke it was hysterically funny to see his bumbling attempts at trying to appear female, so she declined the offer of private chat but kept him talking in the public chat room where everyone could see.

She threw all sorts of comments and suggestions his way to trip him up in his lack of knowledge concerning women in general and in particular the female anatomy and by the time he disappeared, presumably in an embarrassed huff, she was just about ready to fall of her chair with laughter.

Just as she was about to log off a message popped up for her.

"Been watching your chat. Loved the way you sent him packing, that'll teach him not to do his homework! Lol"

Angie responded and ended up talking to Billie for quite some time about all sorts of things, ranging from family, music, holidays and even their pets before Billie had to go, but her last message contained her email address and asked if they could continue to correspond outside of the chat room scene.

Angie wasn't sure what to do about this, after all she'd only initially been looking for a quick fix and certainly hadn't been looking for a pen pal, but after a couple of days she decided that she'd drop Billie a quick email just to say 'hi'. After all, it seemed rude to just ignore her; she'd seemed nice online and if she did turn out to be a psycho she could always change her email address.

Billie was thrilled that Angie had responded and soon a flurry of emails flew back and forth across the ether. Angie found it comforting to be able to confide in someone over her own frustration and disappointments regarding her home life and Billie in return shared much about her own situation and past experiences.

Billie explained that she had known she was gay from an early age and described her somewhat tumultuous early sexual experiences. She also told of how she had met her girlfriend and how the relationship had given her the confidence to come-out to her parents.

Billie's girlfriend was older than her by some years and as this was her first lesbian relationship, sometimes Billie worried that her partner wouldn't find the courage to tell her kids and friends about them.

Angie consoled her and encouraged her to have patience and explained how her lover would need time to come to terms with her newly found sexuality.

In return, Billie commiserated with Angie over her frustrating home life; encouraging Angie not to give up or lose hope.

Despite an age gap of nearly 20 years they got along fabulously. Angie had always been young at heart and Billie had a very mature head on her young shoulders, so somehow they complimented each other perfectly, each being able to offer a different perspective on any topic while never being judgemental or critical of each other.

Backwards and forwards the emails went, each revealing a little bit more about themselves; pictures were exchanged so that they could visualise who they were corresponding with and after a few short weeks a solid and caring friendship grew out of their emails. 

And then something changed. The emails became more playful, flirty and at times positively naughty. They talked about previous sexual experiences, their fantasies, favourite toys, what they liked, what they didn't like and what they'd like to try.

Still relatively harmless until the focus changed again and they started to admit that their exchanges were turning each other on; that their masturbatory fantasies were now involving each other and it became obvious that a mutual attraction was developing between them.

They even realised that they were crossing a line and worried for each other -- Angie worrying that she might be impacting negatively on Billie's relationship with her lover and Billie worrying that she might be distracting Angie from trying to improve things at home; however they found it easy to rationalise their actions.

Billie admitted that she enjoyed flirting and had expressed a concern that she found being faithful hard but was determined to make her first 'proper' relationship work.

Angie was desperately frustrated and although she had absolutely no desire to leave her partner, she also needed someone to have fun with.

So Angie and Billie flirted and enjoyed each other's company, knowing that they were both focused on their real relationships and as they would never meet in person it couldn't do any harm.

It was a perfect solution wasn't it?

The next shift happened when the mode of communication changed. Billie suggested using instant messenger instead of email to improve the flow of conversation if they were both free at the same time.

Now the flow of reactive emails slowed down, to be replaced with interactive conversations and the naughtiness turned serious. 

Even conversations that started entirely innocently ended up with them both wet, caressing their own bodies as they imagined and described in graphic detail what they would like to do to each other if they ever met in person. 

Descriptions of them tribbing, with Billie riding Angie, their pussies mashing together until she could take no more. Of how Angie wanted to bury her face between Billie's legs and lick, nibble and suck her to orgasm after orgasm.

They seemed to turn each other on even without trying and oh, how they enjoyed their 'chats', their friendship deepening into something akin to love, but again they knew they had crossed a boundary, rationalising it again by explaining that as they would never meet it was fine to use each other as a safety valve to let off steam. 

Surely it could only help their real relationships if their online interactions stopped them from straying elsewhere in the real world?

What possible harm could come from a little online fun?

What possible harm indeed.

It was Billie that first suggested that they should meet, just once, to get their lust for each other out of their systems and allow them to focus more fully on real life. Angie wasn't surprised when she read the message, she had expected one of them to say it sooner or later, was maybe slightly surprised that Billie had beaten her to it.

She felt her heart speed up at the mere thought of actually holding Billie in her arms and kissing her sun bronzed skin from head to toe, felt her pussy tighten in anticipation of a glorious night of lovemaking with this wonderful young woman who had made her feel so alive.

Let's face it -- the answer was always going to be 'yes', right?

Other than booking a room and arranging to meet in the hotel bar the plans had been left vague and it had been stressed that either of them could pull out at any time prior to entering the hotel room -- they both knew that if they got that far there'd be no turning back.

Angie had arrived an hour early, partly because she'd been too nervous to sit still at home and had left early and partly because the traffic had been kind, so she'd found the bar opposite the hotel where she now sat nursing her drink and wishing she'd opted for something stronger to settle her nerves.

Surprisingly, although the thought of deceiving her partner was definitely a factor, she was just as nervous about meeting Billie in person for the first and probably only time.

She thought back over what she knew about her and realised that although they had exchanged a lot of information, she still knew relatively little about her.

She knew that Billie was passionate about her job, drank alcohol very rarely, had a small appetite but that chicken was a favourite and was 26 years old with a killer body and a sparkling sense of fun. 

She knew that Billie really didn't have body issues and wasn't concerned by age or stature, but she still couldn't understand why someone who was so young and gorgeous would be vaguely attracted to her 44 year old, slightly overweight and saggy body and was afraid that Billie's opinion would change if / when they finally got naked. She was also afraid that she would let Billie down somehow, not be good enough, not live up to expectations and the fear of failure and rejection started to clutch at her chest like a vice.

Suddenly it became clear how futile this was. She would go into the hotel bar across the road, meet with Billie, apologise for wasting her time but say she couldn't go through with it. Maybe Billie wouldn't even turn up? Maybe she too was having second thoughts, maybe she had decided that the risk of her partner finding out was just too great.

If she did turn up then maybe they could have a few drinks, or go for a meal and then just part ways again as friends with no harm done and no hard feelings?

Yes -- this had to be the sensible way to go.

And then she saw her and her heart stopped beating.

Billie was standing on the hotel steps opposite, staring at the door looking like she was making a decision, a holdall hanging from her right hand.

Angie glanced down at her own overnight bag by her feet and back up at Billie. She was dressed in a pair of tight black leggings that hugged her legs and arse like a second skin and a sleeveless white blouse. Angie thought she had seen the blouse before in a photo Billie had sent and knew that if it was indeed the same one, it was slightly see-through, allowing a tantalising glimpse of what it contained.

Angie's heart started to beat again as she watched Billie push the hotel door open and disappear from her view, at which point she downed her drink, grabbed her bag and headed out across the road.

'Fuck it! Nothing ventured, nothing gained!' and she marched into the hotel, turned into the bar and stopped dead in her tracks as she watched the slight young woman at the bar, with the long dark hair and beautiful brown eyes receive a drink, smiling at the barman in a way Angie had only ever seen in photos, her eyes sparkling with barely concealed mischief.

Billie caught sight of Angie in the mirror behind the bar and spun around, the smile widening and drawing Angie in like a moth to a flame.

They walked toward each other, eyes locked until Billie was close enough to take Angie's hand in hers and said 'Hi Angie' kissing her on the cheek.

Angie squeezed the hand in hers as she caught Billie around the waist and hugged her, 'Hey Babe' stepping back again so she could look back at the face that had haunted her wettest dreams.

It was the first time they had actually spoken to each other but Angie thought that she would recognise that voice again anywhere.

'We're both early; are you as nervous as I am?' asked Billie shyly as she led Angie back to the bar.

Angie chuckled, thinking of her determination of a few minutes ago to turn around and flee, nodding at Billie and grinning inanely.

'Urm yeah, could say. I was about ready to run until I saw you walk into the hotel from across the road.'

The barman walked over and Billie turned to Angie 'you usually drink beer don't you?'

'Yeah, but I think I could do with something a little stronger right now. I'll have a vodka and orange' and she looked at Billie's glass wondering if it was just Coke or whether it was laced with something less innocent.

As the barman walked away Billie turned and took Angie's hands in hers, staring earnestly into her eyes, the smile gone for the moment.

'It's not too late to back out you know, there's still time.'

'I know, but I'm good. I'm just nervous. Do you want to pull out?'

Billie blushed slightly in a way that sent signals straight to Angie's pussy and she coyly said 'no, I want to spend the night with you' 

They moved to a table and chatted while they drank their drinks, finding conversation easy once the initial nerves had died down, laughing and joking as if they had known each other for years.

Occasionally there were small, light touches as they spoke, sending little sparks of sexual recognition that reminded them both of their reason for meeting and Angie's eye's couldn't help straying to the sight of the bra, just visible through Billie's blouse.

Angie drained her glass and glanced at her watch, it was still only late afternoon but she was starting to get hungry having not eaten since that morning.

'Do you want to go and get something to eat? If so I'd like to go and grab a shower first, I feel grimy from the journey.'

'Yes, me too. I've come straight from work so I'd like to freshen up.'

'I guess that means we better actually check in and get our room then?' and they grinned at each other, both flushing slightly at the implications.

Angie checked them in, noticing the raised eyebrow of the receptionist and wondering if it was the same woman she had spoken to on the phone when she made the reservation; she had, after all insisted on a room with a king size bed.

She felt like the room key was burning a hole in her pocket as they entered the lift, standing there not touching but watching each other, each lost in their own private thoughts until the lift doors pinged open and they stepped out into the corridor and found the right door.

Their eyes met once more as Angie retrieved the key, both giving the other one last chance to change their mind, but their simultaneous smiles spoke louder than words and Angie slipped the card into the slot and the door opened before them.

Standing back to allow Billie to walk in first, they were greeted by the smell of flowers from the huge bouquet on the table. Billie glanced at Angie who just nodded and smiled, before picking them up and removing the card that was attached.

"Thanks for tonight Babe,

Love you

Angie

xxx"

They walked toward each other, Billie's heels compensating for the slight height difference between them and looked into each other's eyes again.

They slipped into each other's arms and hugged tightly for a blissful moment before pulling back slightly. Slowly, deliberately their lips claimed the other's in a sweet first kiss that made Angie's knees buckle, as their mouths opened slightly and their tongues touched for the first time.

It was delicate and tender but with the promise of more to come and when they pulled apart their dilated pupils spoke volumes.

Angie cleared her throat, not trusting her voice as she felt the blood fizzing through her veins 'If we're going to get out of this room and eat we need to do it soon because if you kiss me like that again we won't be going anywhere!'

Billie laughed and kissed Angie again lightly on the lips before stepping back 'I better shower first then because you know I'm going to take longer than you to get ready.'

The hotel was functional rather than romantic as both of them were supposed to be away on a business trip and would find it hard to justify the expense of a more swanky hotel, however it was clean and smart and the bed was indeed a king size.

It was reluctantly agreed that they wouldn't tempt or tease each other until they returned later, so as Billie went into the bathroom Angie settled back onto the bed and turned on the TV, flicking through the channels, trying to find something to keep her mind off the naked woman in the shower.

The temptation to open the door and take a peek was driving her crazy, so Angie moved out onto the balcony instead, chain smoking cigarettes and considering raiding the mini bar.

As she gazed over the unfamiliar town below the balcony she wondered if they should ask at reception for a restaurant recommendation, realising that she had no idea about Billie's taste in food. She seemed to remember an email in which Billie recounted a visit to an Italian restaurant with her partner, or maybe a Spanish tapas place as Billie often spent holidays in Spain?

She was roused from her musings when she saw movement from the corner of her eye and walked back into the room, the breath driven from her lungs by the sight before her.

Billie was standing at the foot of the bed rummaging through her bag, wrapped in nothing but a small towel, the swell of her breasts just visible at the top and her legs exposed from mid thigh down, her wet hair cascading over her shoulders.

Breathe!

Billie looked up and smiled mischievously, raising her eyebrows and asking 'what?' as Angie stood there transfixed.

'You're a vixen, you know that don't you?' stammered Angie when she finally managed to speak.

'Me?' the feigned innocence making Angie laugh out loud.

Making her way to the bathroom meant walking behind Billie and she couldn't resist pausing, resting her hands lightly on bare shoulders and planting soft kisses on the back of her neck, feeling the shiver it elicited and wondering if the small moan had come from Billie's lips or her own.

Billie turned and tried to grab Angie but she ducked out of the way, grinning as she grabbed her bag and slipped into the bathroom, snapping the lock behind her. She had to laugh when she saw the huge towels on the rail and realised that Billie's choice of a small towel was entirely deliberate. God this was torture but it was exquisite!

When Angie emerged from the shower she could hear the hairdryer in the room and by the time she exited the bathroom fully clothed, Billie was sitting at the dressing table applying make up, the smell of her perfume sensuous and alluring. 

Fortunately she was now dressed, as Angie knew her willpower was only so strong and one more temptation would have them confined to the room for the rest of the night.

Angie crossed the room as Billie stood up before her and they slipped into each other's arms in a way that seemed so natural.

'So what do you fancy babe?' asked Angie, her hand in the small of Billie's back, pulling her in close.

'You Angie'

'I mean to eat.'

'So did I!', that mischievous smile back again as Billie's full lips once again claimed Angie's, sending ripples of pleasure through her body and making the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

Angie was almost about to give in until her stomach rumbled loudly making them both laugh and reluctantly Billie pulled away, grabbed Angie's hand to lead them from the room.

They wandered around the town hand in hand, safe in their anonymity, until they found a small bistro that they liked the look of.

Despite her hunger Angie had to keep reminding herself to eat, the effort of turning her attention away from Billie and onto her plate almost too much at times. Especially when she felt Billie's foot travel up her calf under cover of the table cloth, making her breath catch in her throat as Billie chuckled. Small touches as they spoke keeping the reason for their visit to this town very much in the forefront of their minds.




Just One Night



Despite the gentle teasing, conversation flowed easily as before and Angie marvelled at how it felt like they had known each other for so long when this was their first meeting. Billie was excellent company; her wit, passion and intelligence shining through in her conversation which just made her even sexier to Angie.

Any worries that maybe the spark they had felt between them online would be missing in person had long since been driven from her mind, and although still slightly nervous she was enjoying herself immensely and anticipating what was to come.

They strolled back to the hotel and once again into the lift, except this time they had their arms wrapped around each other's waists and almost ran from the lift to the room when the doors opened.

Angie fumbled with the key card, finally managing to get the door open and allowing Billie to enter first.

The door had only just shut when Angie found herself pushed back against the it and Billie's lips were once again on hers. Their earlier kisses had been tender but this was hungry, passionate and demanding, tongues meeting instantly and their bodies pressing together fiercely, Angie's hands in Billie's hair whose own hands travelled down to Angie's arse.

When they broke for air Angie took advantage of Billie's slight stature and picked her up, carrying her across the room to the bed, Billie's legs wrapped around her waist as she kissed Angie's sensitive neck.

She lowered Billie gently on the foot of the bed and started to undo her own shirt but Billie had other ideas.

Jumping up from the bed Billie slapped Angie's hands away and took over with the buttons herself, undoing them agonisingly slowly and allowing her finger tips to graze the tops of Angie's breasts as they became exposed.

Once the shirt had been unceremoniously dumped on the floor she reached around to unclasp her bra, releasing the pendulous breasts. Angie felt slightly self-conscious of her aging and neglected body, sucking in her tummy and making Billie laugh but her concerns dissipated as Billie kissed her again reassuringly while palming her boobs in turn, tweaking the already stiffening nipples and making Angie gasp.

Billie's hands found their way to the top of her jeans and breaking the kiss she slid them down Angie's legs, quickly followed by her plain white and already very damp panties.

Angie was now very much aware that she was the only one completely naked but Billie moved out of her reach, instructing her to lay back on the bed and watch, so she moved back against the pillows and watched in rapture as Billie proceeded to undress in front of her.

Tantalisingly slowly the buttons of her blouse came undone revealing the slimmest slither of skin to view, but as the last button was released she turned her back on Angie before finally shrugging the blouse off her shoulders, revealing the back that Angie had fantasised about kissing so many times.

She reached back and unclasped her bra, allowing the straps to slide lazily down her shoulders and finally adding it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor before turning around to face the bed, her arms crossed over her breasts, making Angie groan in frustration, her hands unconsciously taking her own nipples and squeezing them.

'Oi, hands off -- they're mine!' Demanded Billie with a mock severity that made Angie laugh aloud, but she did as she was told and dropped her hands back to the bed.

Slowly Billie lowered her hands revealing her breasts to Angie's hungry eyes, transfixed by the nipples that she longed to kiss and suck, but her attention was soon distracted as she noticed Billie's hands moving to the waistband of her skirt, undoing the zip and allowing it to slide seductively down her legs.

Angie looked on, licking her lips as she focused on the wet spot on the thong that was barely covering Billie's mound. She could smell the unmistakable aroma of aroused woman and it was making her hornier than ever.

Just when she was about to jump off the bed Billie spun around, her back to Angie once more as she slowly peeled the thong down her legs, bending at the waist as she did so, giving a perfect view of her arse and smooth pussy from behind.

Angie's resolve snapped and she quickly moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed Billie by the hips, bringing her closer so that she could plant kisses on those perfect arse cheeks. She was so turned on by Billie's display she could feel the wetness that had seeped onto her thighs as she knelt on the edge of the bed kissing the globes as she caressed them with her hands.

Billie tried to turn around but Angie held her gently but firmly as she stood up behind her, her body pressed against Billie's back as she whispered in her ear.

'I've dreamt about this for so long, please let me?' 

Billie and Angie were both givers by nature and she knew that Angie was asking her to put that side of her nature on hold for a moment and allow herself to be pleasured. Much as she wanted to play herself, she knew she would enjoy what was coming so she acquiesced with a small 'ok' as Angie started to nibble her earlobe.

Angie lifted Billie's hair away from the back of her neck and kissed the sensitive skin there; nibbling her way around to Billie's other earlobe before working her way down across the perfectly defined shoulder blades with her lips as her finger tips gently whispered against Billie's sides.

Billie sighed as she felt butterfly kisses down her spine until they reached the little dimples that marked the base of her back, where the swell of her arse rose into delicious cheeks that were in turn covered with kisses.

Angie stood and turned Billie around, kissing her deeply as she manoeuvred her back toward the bed, pushing her down gently until she was laying prone on her back.

Lying next to her lover Angie's lips continued their mission as she kissed Billie's, face jaw bone and neck, lingering in the hollow at the base of her throat and feeling the pulse race just under the surface.

Down and around her breasts, leaving her stiffening nipples until last, saving them as a treat to be savoured, knowing how much it would turn them both on, to finally take them into her mouth and swirl her tongue around them as she gripped them lightly with her teeth as she suckled.

She loved the noises Billie was making and the rapid rise and fall of her chest made the temptation to speed up the pace almost too much but she had waited too long to rush this, so she allowed her lips and tongue to kiss and caress slowly along her rib cage and across her tummy while continuing to tease her nipples with her fingers, her tongue playing in Billie's navel as the scent of her arousal invaded her consciousness, enticing her lower still.

'Angie, please?' But she was teasing them both as she bypassed Billie's molten centre, and let her lips trail over her hip bones, and then down, down far enough to be able to run her tongue along the crease at the top of her thigh. Close, so tantalisingly close, but she managed to keep descending; kissing down the inside of her left thigh, down behind her knee all the way to her ankle and foot, only then to swap legs and work her way back up.

Her eyes were on the prize now. Kissing her way back up her leg, knowing that when she got to the top her journey would be complete. Spreading the silky thighs with her hands as her mouth passed Billie's knee and nibbled its way up the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh.

Her mouth watering as she looked at the moisture there waiting for her glistening on the smooth lips; salivating as she anticipated tasting Billie for the first time. Even then she managed to stop herself burying her face in the waiting, eager folds; containing her lust long enough to take firm but slow licks that encompassed Billie's puffy outer lips, sucking the escaped juices from them like a tantalizing appetizer before the main course.

Billie was breathing hard in anticipation, her hips rising, moans of frustration spurring Angie to drive up into Billie's core, lapping and swirling her tongue in her heat, drinking from her cup and revelling in the sensation of knowing that the more she drank, the wetter she became.

She knew from Billie's movement and noises that she was desperate for Angie to pay some attention to her hungry clit and knew it to be engorged and swollen, exposed and ripe but there was still once place that Angie hadn't lavished attention on yet.

Gripping Billie's cheeks, she prized them apart to reveal her pucker to her gaze as she brought her tongue closer, closer until she was swirling her hot wet tongue around her, rimming her arse and blowing cool air over the wet trail that she left. Pressing her tongue against her and making her squirm as her opening got wetter and wetter, waiting for the right moment, when she was completely relaxed before stiffening her tongue and pressing it into her. Feeling the muscles contract and expand as her body accepted the invading probes as Billie squealed in delight, her hips raising further off the bed and pushing against Angie's mouth.

But then it was time. Way past time; and her need to take Billie's clit into her mouth was all consuming. Kissing her way back past those engorged lips, drinking from her replenished well on her way there, spreading those smooth thighs as far as they would go as she ran her tongue over Billie's clit for the first time.

Angie felt her own excitement pitch as her lover shuddered beneath her tongue as she took long strokes with her flattened muscle, feeling her push against her wanting more, and wanting to give into her finally.

Sucking her into her mouth as her tongue flicked and swirled over the hard nub; hearing Billie's breathing hitch and considering teasing more, but relenting. Holding the bucking hips to her face with one hand while slipping one, and then two fingers of the other hand inside, up, deeply caressing her very core as her tongue massaged her hard, swollen clit.

Knowing her lover was close to the point of no return Angie sucked harder and fucked faster, her tongue flashing against her button until she felt Billie stiffen and her pussy clench around her fingers, Billie's cries signalling her satisfaction just as eloquently as the gush of delicious nectar that Angie eagerly cleaned away with her tongue as her lover lay panting and sweaty, a huge grin on her face.

Angie would have been perfectly happy to carry on but Billie was having none of it and she motioned for her to move up the bed where they kissed deeply, sharing the taste of Billie's excitement.

Angie moaned into Billie's mouth as she felt her palm a nipple and knead the pliable flesh with strong fingers. She was surprised when the slighter but evidently strong young woman forced her onto her back, covering her with her own body as they continued to kiss.

Billie broke the kiss and stared into Angie's eye's as she smiled wickedly and said two small words that made Angie's already violently aroused body shudder in anticipation 'My turn'.

Moving so that she could kiss her way down Angie's chest, Billie took one nipple between thumb and forefinger, rolling and pinching it gently, as she lightly licked around the other.

Angie's body arched up, trying to increase the contact but Billie stopped everything and raised an eyebrow at Angie, indicating that unless she behaved she wouldn't continue.

'Patience' and that wicked smile again that told Angie that she would get what she needed and probably so much more.

Resuming where she left off she continued to drive Angie insane, her mouth and fingers swapping between nipples but always keeping the contact light until Angie was practically begging; at which point she sucked hard on the nipple between her lips whilst biting just hard enough to elicit a gasp.

She swapped nipples again and repeated her actions but this time as Angie was anticipating the bite she slipped a hand down in between them and cupped her mound. The unexpected touch had Angie's hips jerking violently upwards, almost dislodging the slighter woman.

'God Angie, you get as wet as I do' as she slipped her index finger down through her closely cropped triangle and in between her engorged, shaved lips.

Billie lifted herself up onto one arm as she withdrew the finger and lifted it to her lips, watching the lust on Angie's face as she sucked her essence from the digit.

'You taste almost as good as me too!' she said playfully as she returned the finger and added another, this time driving them into Angie's sopping pussy as her thumb stroked her aching clit making her cry out.

'Oh Billie, yes!' she hissed and was so engrossed in the sensation she almost didn't register her lover changing position until Billie replaced her thumb with her lips and suckled Angie's clit as she flicked it with her tongue, driving Angie into a fast, toe curling and very noisy orgasm, as her hips rose off the bed and her knuckles whitened as they gripped the covers.

Angie lay there panting as Billie gently kissed her thighs and mound and she was ready to receive her into her arms as she started to ascend her body again but Billie had other plans.

She only climbed up in between Angie's legs far enough so that they were in the classic missionary position and she could place her own clit directly above Angie's, at which point she lowered herself down and started to rock back and forth, mashing their soaked pussies together and grinding their clits together on every pass, as Angie's hips raised to meet her every move.

Angie thought she had died and gone to heaven as she gazed up at her beautiful young lover, whose own face was a mask of rapture at the sensations she was causing in them both.

Billie's small, lithe body was working hard and the noises of their juices mingling with each thrust was erotic in itself. She rode them both to the edge of climax, their combined moans filling the room, before easing back, smiling at the look of frustration on Angie's face at the loss of contact and the knowing that her impending orgasm was to be delayed by the minx on top of her who was firmly in control.

They were both panting hard, their bodies covered in sweat as Billie changed position and lifted one leg over Angie's and lowered herself back down. Angie hadn't thought it could get any better but his new position allowed even more direct contact between their sopping pussies and increased the sensation of their clits rubbing together even more as Billie started to ride Angie hard.

This time she didn't stop and within minutes both women were screaming into the night as they came unglued together, peaking simultaneously and coming so hard and for so long that Angie thought she would pass out.

As Billie collapsed into Angie's arms they could do nothing for a while but lay there panting, their hearts beating out an irregular tattoo as their pulses raced and their pussies throbbed.

'Oh -- my -- god' Angie finally stammered, her voice shaky in the aftermath 'You are completely awesome!'

'Mmmmm, good wasn't it?' as she snuggled into Angie's embrace and the exhausted pair dozed off in post coital bliss.

Some time later Billie awoke to find Angie spooning her tightly from behind, one hand gently caressing her tits and tweaking her hard nipples.

'You awake?' she whispered into the semi darkness

'Uh-huh' Angie breathed huskily into her ear

Billie turned in Angie's arms until they were face to face and they kissed tenderly, their hands gently sweeping across the other's curves until their arousal was complete once more, their fingers migrating down past tummies and into hot, wet, eager pussies with lips that were already puffy and wanting.

They fingered each other lazily at first as they kissed but the tempo wasn't going to remain slow for long, as their passion rose to fever pitch once more.

Suddenly Billie pulled away and pushed Angie onto her back, moving to straddle her head and giving her a perfect view of her sopping cunt and tight arse.

Angie pulled her hips down onto her face and licked with abandon at the same time as Billie took her pussy into her mouth.

Angie suckled at Billie's distended clit as she drove 2 fingers in and out of her needy pussy, coating them in the copious nectar there and bringing them out every now and then to coat Billie's arsehole.

It was difficult to concentrate with Billie driving her mad with her mouth and it got harder when Billie also added her fingers into the equation but eventually Angie was satisfied that Billie was wet enough to proceed and pushed a well lubricated finger against the opening of her rosebud causing her lover to squeal.

Pushing gently whilst still tonguing her clit she felt the tight muscles start to relax and allow the intrusion, so she pulled out again and dipped the finger back into Billie's juicy pussy before repeating her actions.

This time the tip of her finger slipped in much more easily and as Angie bit down lightly on Billie's clit she pushed her finger in as far as it would go, causing a deep moan and the hips above her to buck violently.

Angie worked the finger in and out slowly and resumed her assault of Billie's pussy with her mouth, her own hips slamming against the mouth and fingers that possessed her, their sweat mingling once more and making their bodies deliciously slippery as the smaller woman writhed on top.

Their moans increased in both volume and pitch and when Angie released a deep growl, signalling her own impending dive over the precipice, the vibrations it caused directly into Billie's centre coupled with the finger banging her arse was too much, and they both cried out into each other as they were claimed by bliss.

Eventually, when they managed to untangle their arms and legs they lay snuggled again; Billie's head on Angie's shoulder and her arm thrown over her chest.

They were both tired and just as they were drifting back off to sleep Billie chuckled to herself, causing Angie to raise her head and peer down at her with a questioning look.

'Mmmmmm that was delicious, and we didn't even play with any toys!'

Angie awoke in the morning light to find Billie kissing her neck and caressing her tummy and the room filled with the unmistakable aroma of sex.

She sleepily murmured 'Morning Babe'.

'We have to get up Angie, we need to check out soon.'

Angie groaned until Billie kissed her mouth, quieting her protests in the nicest possible way.

It was hard leaving the warm, comfortable bed and the excitement of each other's bodies but they both knew that the real world was waiting for them.

They showered quickly and separately to avoid distractions, both of them quiet and lost in their own thoughts until it came time to gather their bags and leave the room.

'Thank you for the most wonderful night Babe' Angie breathed into Billie's ear as she pulled the younger woman into a tight embrace.

'You too Angie, it was so good'

They kissed tenderly, neither of them wanting to part but knowing that they must; knowing that their time together was done. Small tears were shed through the smiles as they pulled away and looked into each other's eyes once more and turned toward the door.

Maybe they'd meet again, who knew? But their friendship was safe and they both had wonderful memories to keep them warm on any cold nights to come.

Neither of them knew what the future held in store. Maybe their other relationships would work out, maybe they wouldn't, but they both knew that this one night of pure abandonment had done them no damage and that they would both return to their lives and partners with renewed vigour and passion.



Just One Night



Hi! It's been a while. In fact it's been some ten months (according to my #1 fan lovergirl) since I've submitted a story to this site. Sorry! I promise to do better next year.

Since this is my official Winter Holiday Contest story I'd like to take this opportunity to wish all my readers a great holiday season (spent hopefully with someone you love). And may you have a healthy and happy 2013.

This story is dedicated to LAUREL, the woman who's most responsible for all of us being able to enjoy this site. Thank you ma'am! And have a wonderful 2013. And yes, LITEROTICA'S main woman is reputedly wild and crazy in bed...

FYI: Approximately 4 LITEROTICA pages long (13,000+ words) the following is an Incest category story. It describes consensual sex between siblings over 18 years of age. It's a love story. Enjoy! And hey, remember: it's you the reader who decides the winners of these contests with your votes. So please take the time to cast your ballot.

Wednesday, November 21st 2012 -- Chicago, Illinois, U.S.A.

"I want you to be very careful what you say to your sister Katrina when she gets home," mom instructed. Dad looked up from his paper. 

"Careful in exactly what way?" I asked back.

"She's broken up with Philip," mom answered.

"Yes!" my little sister Anna shouted as she threw her left arm up into the air.

"Finally!" I said happily as I looked over at dad. A small grin had appeared on his lips. 

"Not one word! From any of you. And that includes you Charles Williams," mom ordered.

"I didn't say a word," dad protested. No one in the family had ever really liked Katrina's beau. And that included mom.

"When did she dump the jerk anyway?" Anna asked. At fifteen sis wasn't worried about the niceties.

"She didn't really say. There might have been another girl involved," mom said tentatively as she glanced over at her younger daughter, clearly unsure what she should tell her fifteen year old. 

"I told you he was an idiot! That just proves everything I ever said about that--" I left off the 'asshole' but everyone in the room was able to complete the sentence. 

But it was Anna who delivered the best line. "It couldn't have been for another girl, I don't think that weirdo even likes girls," she said. An opinion I'd held since the first time I'd seen the wimpy looking, beret wearing Philip Danson. 

"She was crying when I talked to her on the phone so I don't want any of you to say one word," mom ordered.

That prick had made my big sister cry? I was boiling inside. If Philip had been in the room at that instant he just might never have left it.

Katrina Astrid Williams, twenty-one years old and a junior at Carleton College in Minneapolis, a blond who put lie to every dumb blond joke ever written, a lovely girl who was as nice as she was beautiful, was due home the next day for Thanksgiving weekend with the family.

And I, her eighteen year old brother, had been eagerly awaiting her return from school for weeks. I was in love with her! Always have been. And I'm pretty sure I always will be. In every possible way! In ways I shouldn't be. And Katrina didn't have a clue about my real feelings.

I was just the little brother. Cute maybe but also a pest! 

Thanksgiving Day - Dinner

It was just after four in the afternoon when Katrina arrived home the next day -- she'd caught a drive from a friend at school who also lived in Chicago. After a more than four hundred mile trip, sis looked pretty bedraggled as she trooped through the front door. 

"Honey," dad said happily as he engulfed his eldest daughter in his arms. The hug seemed to last minutes and when dad finally released her we could all see the tears running down Katrina's cheeks. For seconds none of us knew what to say. I think all four of us were stunned; Katrina had always been the strong one in the family.

"So," I finally ventured as I held out my arms, "you don't have a hug for your favorite brother?" Then, without giving her a chance to say a word, I wrapped my arms around her. A second later mom and Anna and dad had joined us in a family hug.

I knew my sister was crying as I held her, heck I could feel her chest heaving. But even as I held her in my arms I couldn't help but think of her breasts, even though covered with a bra, a shirt and a sweater, that were pressing into my chest. My nose, buried in her blond curls, inhaled the intoxicating scent that was Katrina. She was home! My big sister was crying but I was happy!

Thanksgiving dinner at the Williams, even with one member clearly hurting, was always a loud, happy, raucous family affair. Jokes and laughter and an endless repeating of old family stories as we all waded through the mountains of food. Looking at us, all relatively trim, would have made anyone wonder where all the food was going to.

And Kat, although mostly quiet during the meal, a spectator more than a participant, still graced us throughout with shy smiles and grins. Sad grins that near broke my heart. And although sis had tried to valiantly hold up her end during the dinner, as soon as the desert dishes had been cleared just after seven, Katrina fled to her room.

"Should I go up?" dad asked.

"I'll go," Anna offered.

"She's tired," mom cautioned, "maybe it's best to let her rest for a while." 

So dad and I settled down on the couch in the den -- then watched a bit of the College football game before switching to the NFL at just after eight. Mind you I couldn't keep my mind on the Jets-Patriots matchup, instead I was thinking about my sister upstairs. 

I hated to see Katrina sad but at the same time I'd immediately recognized the opportunity. And I knew that if I didn't act soon I'd never act. I'd never have the courage to let her know the real feelings I had for her. The incestuous feelings! 

Anna split almost as soon as she and mom had finished cleaning up the kitchen -- she was spending the night at one of her friends. A Thanksgiving night sleepover for five or six fifteen year olds! I pitied her hosts; dad and I had suffered a similar fate a couple of months earlier. And worse still was the fact that the fifteen year olds were planning on waking up by three in the morning and then trouping out on a Black Friday buying spree.

Mom didn't reappear in the den til just before ten. She'd been up to see Kat. "She had a nap. She's feeling better now. We talked a bit," she told dad and I as soon as she'd settled herself down on the couch between us.

"I'll go up later," I offered casually. "Maybe she'll want to watch a flic or something."

"Would you?" mom asked hopefully. I nodded. "Just make sure you don't mention Philip," mom cautioned some minutes later when I lifted myself up off the couch and told her I might as well go up.

"I'll look in later," she answered as she snuggled up against dad. Perfect I thought to myself as I slowly climbed the stairs. My mind was racing. Planning. Plotting. Thinking. Wondering. Was this the 'now or never' moment?

Thanksgiving Night

"I'm sleeping!" 

I knocked again. I was standing in front of Katrina's bedroom door. I'd just showered and shaved. Slapped on deodorant and after shave. All I had on was a tee shirt and sweat pants. It was ten-thirty. Dad and mom were still downstairs in the den.

"Who is it?" A barked out demand. I simply waited without replying. I knew my sister's curiosity would eventually get the better of her. I knew her weaknesses. 

"Anna?" she finally asked. No answer. "Mom?" again sis received no answer. A second later the door was pulled open. "Oh it's you. What do you want?" she demanded when she saw me.

"Forget it, you probably wouldn't be able to help me anyway," I answered and then started to turn away. 

I'd taken only three steps before her peremptory command rang out. "Robert, you come back here!" So I did. "What do you want anyway?" she then asked as I slipped past her into her bedroom and sat down on her bed.

I was still trying to figure out my best course of action when she added, "And I don't want to hear one question about Philip. Not one! Do you understand?" Her words had given me my opening.

"Hah! It's always about you isn't it? Always about Katrina! Even though you're the smart, beautiful one. The favorite," I accused angrily. Perhaps the least fair thing I'd ever said to sis. I hated starting that way but I knew that I had to get her out of her funk and fast. "If Anna was just a little older I'd ask her. She'd help."

"Me! I'm the favorite? Since when? And ask Anna about what?"

"I can't tell mom. She'd have a fit. I was hoping that maybe you'd help me but I should have known better." I knew Katrina wouldn't be able to refuse the bait.

"I've always been there for you," sis answered, a hurt look on her face. "Is something wrong? Why can't you tell mom? What is it?"

"You've got your own problems ... I shouldn't have bothered you ... sorry," I answered as I started to stand up.

"You're not going anywhere. Now talk," she ordered as she pushed me back down. A second later she'd grabbed her computer chair and had plopped herself down on it facing me. 

"What do you think of Sarah?" I asked once she'd settled herself. "I mean really think of her." Sarah was my current girlfriend. 

"Why?" I said nothing. "Are you two having problems?" I could see that Katrina had totally forgotten Philip. I still didn't answer. "She's not pregnant is she?" 

Jesus! Pregnant? That was better than I'd hoped for! I shook my head no in answer. "Of course not! It's something else."

"What?"

"You can't tell anyone ... not mom, not dad, not--"

"Tell them what?"

"Promise."

"Okay, okay, okay, I promise," sis finally conceded.

"Cross your heart," I demanded. Glaring, she quickly crossed her heart.

"It's sorta weird," I started.

"What is?" Katrina demanded when I didn't immediately go on.

"You might get mad at me ... maybe I shouldn't--"

"WHAT ...IS ...IT!" Katrina, although she could be as kind as anyone, and had been to me the whole time I'd been growing up, also could be impatient with someone who didn't get to the point. Which of course I knew.

"Well, do you like Sarah?" I asked again.

I could see for just a second Katrina wasn't one hundred percent sure how to answer. She clearly didn't want to commit herself before she knew where I was going. "She's not a blond," she finally offered with a smile, restating an old running family joke.  

No one was as blond as the Williams. We were all blonds! Light haired blonds. Mom and all us kids anyway. A golden hair color inherited from mom's Swedish ancestors. My mom, first name Ingrid, and born a Pederson, had grown up on a farm in Wisconsin. She was the daughter of Svend Pedersen and Astrid Olsen, dairy farmers whose parents had immigrated to America in the nineteen twenties. I'd inherited Svend as my middle name while Katrina had gotten Astrid as hers. We'd inherited our blondness from generations of Olsens and Pedersens.

Even dad, of Scottish stock, was light skinned and light haired, a sandy red, clearly some Viking raider hundreds of years ago had injected some Scandinavian genes into a highland lass. 

All our lives we'd been subject to blond jokes and had responded in kind. An inside family joke had always been we 'blonds' against the world.

So I chuckled dutifully in acknowledgement of Katrina's blond line and then asked, "And what do you think of Mrs. Thompson?"

For a second sis looked confused but then asked, "Sarah's mom?"

I figured it was time to ratchet up the conversation, to give my sister a little shock. "She hit on me," I said, then quickly looked down shyly.

It took a few seconds for my words to register. Then, as comprehension dawned, a shocked look appeared on her face. "Mrs. Thompson hit on you? Like ... like ... sexually?" she finally stammered. I nodded. "Her daughter's boyfriend?" 

"Emily has needs," I said softly.

"Emily? Who the fuck is Emily?' sis demanded. My sister never uses swear words. In fact I don't think I'd ever heard her use the "f" word even once. Which demonstrated to me just how excited Katrina was. And how bad an influence Carleton College had been on her. She should never have gone up there.

"Mrs. Thompson, her names Emily--"

"What did she do?" A demand. An imperial demand in fact. 

And so I told her. And it was a true story. Oh I glossed over some parts and embellished others but essentially what I told sis over the next ten minutes was true. Mrs. Emily Thompson, my girlfriend's mother, forty-two years old and with big tits, had hit on me. In fact she'd done a lot more than that! It had started slowly, just a slow, growing realization on my part that my girlfriend's mom was looking at me differently than she should.

It had come to a head early last summer. When I'd been up spending a week at the end of June with the Thompson family at their cottage on Lake Michigan just north of Sheboygan. School had just finished for the year.

"It was just little things at first. Maybe it even started before we got to the cottage, during May and June," I said shyly.

"What little things?"

I blushed. Looked down. "I don't know. Touches. Little smiles. Bumping into to me. You know ... her breasts," I stammered.

"She pushed her breasts into you?"

"I mean it wasn't obvious or anything. Just little things. Looks. Smiles. Words. I wasn't sure at first if--"

"What words? What did she say?" sis demanded as she interrupted. 

"I don't know... just words." I pretended to think for a minute. "Like one day when I was washing the dishes and she was drying ... after lunch. Sarah and her dad and sister were in the other room. I only had my bathing suit on ... no shirt."

"And?" Katrina encouraged when I didn't immediately add anything more. She was clearly interested in my story.

"It's embarrassing," I told my sister, then pretended I couldn't meet her eyes. "She said I had a good butt," I finally sputtered out. "Not exactly those words but something like that. Then she said my arms, my upper body looked great. She ran her fingers over my biceps. Then touched my bum."

"She touched your bum?" Sis was outraged. "What a slut!"

"That was all she did that time but... and then the next day."

"What happened the next day?"

"She showed me her breasts ... her nipples."

"She what?" Kat was clearly flabbergasted by my recital. She jumped at least six inches out of her chair when she heard the word nipples.

"She asked me to put suntan oil on her back. We were on the beach. Lying on towels. Sarah and her sister were swimming in the lake. Her dad was in town. She told me to undo the strap of her top before I started. And then when I started to rub the oil she sat up a bit. 'On the sides too', she ordered, I saw the whole side of her breast, then her nipple. Then when I started to oil her side she turned so that my fingers touched her breast. I tried to pull back ... I didn't know what was going on ... I was worried Sarah might come back any time. When I looked up to check, Emily, I mean Mrs. Thompson, grabbed my hand." I was shaking my head as I told Katrina my tale.

"But she's married!" sis protested. 

"The next day was worse," I promised ominously.

"Worse than that? What happened?" Katrina might have been angry at Mrs. T but she was certainly curious to hear all the details.

"Everyone was going to town except me that day. To visit some old aunt or someone. Then at the last minute Emily remembered that she just had to stay for some reason or another. I don't even know what she told them. I was down on the beach and all of a sudden she was there. In her bathing suit."

Katrina was on the edge of her chair. In fact so close that our knees were touching. "Did she want you to put the oil on her again?" Sis was clearly imagining the scene.

"She said she'd do me," I said softly. "Said she didn't want me to get a sunburn. She told me to lie down. On my back."

"She touched you?" I nodded. "Where?" 

"She took her time. My shoulders. My chest. Then my legs. My calves and then she moved higher. She talked the whole time she was doing it."

"What'd she say?"

"Just things about my body. About my muscles. How I was so strong. Then she said she wished she was eighteen again. As she ran her palms over my thighs."

"Eighteen! She's over forty! Doesn't she have any shame?"

I ignored Kat's outburst. "Then she did my stomach. Slowly. She circled her fingers around and around. Each time they moved lower. Like caresses. I got excited."

"She didn't--" I nodded yes. "She touched you? Through your bathing suit?" Up til that second I don't think Katrina had thought it had gone beyond mere flirtation.

"She pulled my suit down."

"Ohhhh myyyy gawd!" 

"I know. I didn't know what to do. I mean it was really weird."

"Then what happened?"

"My ... my thing ...it ... I had an erection ... I couldn't help it," I stammered out, clearly trying to let sis know how embarrassed I'd been. Actually, Mrs. T's pulling down of my shorts and grabbing my cock had been one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to me! "She kissed it," I added before Katrina could say anything else. 

For seconds she simply mumbled out some incomprehensible words. Then finally asked semi coherently, "She performed oral sex on you?" I nodded. "In public?" I nodded again. "And you let her? You betrayed Sarah?" I looked away from sis's steely gaze. 

"I know," I conceded, a guilty look on my face. "But what could I do?"

"Did you cum? Ejaculate?" she asked.

"I couldn't help myself. She was..."

"She was what?"

"She was able to ..." Again I gave Katrina a sad, abashed look before continuing, "... swallow ... to get all of me in her mouth."

"Your..."

"My cock. She swallowed it all." Kat started to mumble again. "Sarah can't. Can't get all of me in. She says I'm too big. No one's been able to before. But Mrs. T..."

"How many girls have you been with?" Outraged. Angry. "You're just a boy. Fuck!" sis was not happy. But Philip was definitely no longer at the top of her agenda. And she also now knew that her little brother was neither as young nor perhaps as small as she'd always assumed. Her cute little eighteen year old brother was a man? Part one of my plan had been a complete success.

"She was much better at it than Sarah," I started.

"Better? At--" Sis clearly didn't want to say the words but I was quite happy to wait her out. "—at blow jobs?" she finally finished. I nodded. "Isn't that fucking wonderful," my sweet sister muttered. "You know she should be put in jail don't you? That there are laws against things like that." Katrina clearly wasn't impressed with Mrs. Thompson's performance. Or mine for that matter. But I could see that Mrs. T was taking most of sis's blame. But then she asked, "It was only the one time wasn't it?" Sis could see the answer in my eyes even before I shook my head no. 

"You didn't have real sex with her did you?" 

I nodded. "The day before we left. On the beach. Outside."

"And where was your supposed girlfriend?"

"What could I do? I was at their cottage. I couldn't leave. I hated it," I told sis, a semi whine in my voice. In fact, although I'd been nervous as hell those few days at the cottage, worried about not only Sarah finding out but also about her dad, they'd also been extraordinarily exciting. I'd been living on the edge and I'd loved it.

"At dinner she'd twine her leg around mine. Run the bottom of her foot up my leg. And Sarah and her dad were right there."

"She's a pig!"

"You don't know how happy I was to get out of there," I told sis. A small lie. "I didn't know what to say to Sarah. I knew it'd kill her if she found out. And her mother was so--"

"So what?" she asked when I didn't continue. 

"She likes it better." Katrina's eyes crunched up. "She made noises ... she was wild," I told my sister even as I remembered my afternoon on the beach with Mrs. Thompson. I'd never experienced anything like it before.




Just One Night



"Wild? Wild?" Kat looked ready to explode.

"She talked dirty. When we were doing it ... it was like a porn movie or something." Smoke was coming out of sis's ears. "She kept saying, 'fuck me baby ... fuck me with your big teenage cock. Give Sarah's mommy your big cock. Make mommy cum'. Things like that. What could I do?"

For the next five minutes Katrina bombarded me with questions and observations. I happily described my encounter in excruciatingly graphic detail. Sis was clearly pissed off but at the same time couldn't keep the prurient interest she was feeling out of her voice. She finally asked: "Did she try anything more when you got home?"

"I was up north. I didn't see either of them all summer. Sarah and I just texted, phoned... but I was embarrassed. And worried Emily might tell her."

"What about when you got home in the fall? Did she start again?" I nodded. "You let her?"

"By then the other thing had happened. When I was up north. At work. The Jewish girl," I said quietly. Time to take it up a level!

"The Jewish girl? What Jewish girl?"

"Miriam. It was her birthday. She was twenty-three."

"You went out with a twenty-three year old?" Kat asked in a mystified tone.

"She was the barmaid. At Luigi's. Where I was bussing in July and August," I told Katrina. After my June vacation with the Thompsons I'd almost immediately started the summer job one of my uncles had gotten for me up north at a resort/bar in the summer resort town of Sturgeon Bay.

"Did you sleep with her?" Katrina certainly wanted to get to the gist of the story right away! But I wasn't going to go at her speed, instead I was going to lead her by the nose through every single, sexy detail.

"She's studying for her M.A. at Northwestern. In psychology. Dad's school."

"I know where dad went to school," Kat said impatiently.

"She was different. Strange. She had long, curly hair. Reddish brown," I added as I remembered the way Miriam's mass of curly hair had bounced on her shoulders as she'd walked. And I couldn't help remembering the matching triangle of thick, curly hair between her legs. Miriam hadn't been a shaver!

"She was always laughing. And her breasts were--" I left the sentence hanging.

"Her breasts were what?" Kat demanded. I answered by cupping my palms in front of me and then I slid them through the air in an imaginary tracing. A tracing that suggested very large breasts.

"She was fat?" 

"Unh uh. Rubenesque," I denied with a smile. 

"What, you're an art expert now? And why was this Rubenesque model sleeping with a boy anyway?" I could see that Katrina, though still curious, was clearly also getting impatient.

"We were all staying in the staff cabins behind the resort. She'd been living all summer with some guy from California. But then he left a couple of weeks before the end of the summer. They caught him screwing one of the guest's wives. That's why Miriam was alone on her birthday."

"So she decided to seduce some innocent boy? To cradle rob?" 

"We just went for a drink. After our shift. We weren't planning anything. In a little bar in the town. We talked. Danced."

"You're not even supposed to be served ... you're too young," Katrina said huffily.

"Then she asked me if I was a virgin?"

"She asked you if you were a virgin?"

"Yeah, when we were dancing. I told her I was."

"You lied to her?"

"She said I was cute. That if she was sixteen again she she'd have been first in line."

"Sixteen?"

"That's how old she said she thought I was. Which was bull. She knew I was eighteen. Anyway we danced a bit and then, when we'd finished our beers she suggested we go back to her place. She said that she had a birthday cake we could share. That maybe we could round up some of the others and have a party. She didn't want to be alone on her birthday."

"And of course my eighteen year old supposed virgin brother who's sleeping with his girlfriend's mother went," Katrina said sarcastically.

"It was her birthday!"

"And then what happened."

"Well when we got there Miriam opened a couple of beers and put the cake on the table. Then she went for a pee."

"And..." Kat encouraged when I didn't immediately continue. I was lost in the memory of what came next. An absolute total fucking surprise! 

"She came out of the bathroom naked ... with nothing on."

"No way. You're lying, I do not believe it."

"It's true! I couldn't believe it either. I'd just thought we were going to hang out. Talk ... you know, listen to music. Maybe have a beer. And there she was. In her birthday suit!"

"You shoulda left. As soon as she came out with nothing on," sis pontificated.

"But it was her birthday! I couldn't just leave her there alone. Besides, you should have seen her."

"So you slept with her?"

Sleep with her! Jesus, that was putting it mildly. I'd been overwhelmed. Stunned as she'd engulfed me in her nudity. 

"She near raped me," I told sis as the memories of that night continued to echo around my brain. "We did things that I'd never imagined ... I mean she took it and me to another level."

"What things?" Katrina wanted details.

Miriam Rosenberg had been a revelation for me. She loved sex. She hadn't been interested in any silly seduction games. And although I'd been chosen by her simply by chance, simply because I'd been handy on her birthday when she'd been alone and perhaps feeling sorry for herself, once she'd heard I was a virgin and then seen my penis, she set about enjoying herself.

While making sure that yours truly also enjoyed himself. Immensely! 

"She said I had the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen."

"She said what?"

"She only said that the next morning. Then she put him in her mouth."

"But what did she do the night before?"

I tried to explain to Kat what we'd done but it was near impossible to describe the total passion Miriam and I had shared. The animal like couplings that had seemed to go on and on. 

When I finally started to wind down my description of the night Katrina asked, "You had sex with her five times in one night?" I nodded. "You ejaculated five times?" I nodded again. "It's impossible," my sister proclaimed.

"She said I was better than the guy she'd been sleeping with all summer. That if she'd known--"

"Did you use a condom?" I shook my head no. "Are you crazy?"

"She said a virgin should always ride bareback his first time."

"Yeah right! Is that what they teach at Northwestern these days?" Sis wasn't happy.

"Anyway the next morning when I woke up she was talking to my penis. That's when she said he was the most beautiful penis she'd ever seen. Then she sucked me."

"And I suppose she was better at it than Mrs. Thompson?" sis asked sarcastically.

"Unh uh. Just different. That's part of my problem. They're both good in their own ways."

"Meanwhile your girlfriend, the girl you supposedly love, is sitting at home twiddling her thumbs."

"That's my problem! I like Sarah but I like the others too. That's why I came to see you tonight. To hear what you think... I mean you're the person I trust most in the world."

"Yeah right. After whatever woman you're sleeping with you mean. Somebody needs to cut it off."

"My penis?" I asked in a shocked tone.

"Shut up!" came back at me. "Now tell me what else happened with this Miriam slut." 

Which was going to be tough to do if I followed her shut up order I thought even as I launched back into my tale. "We didn't leave her bed all that weekend. Neither of us wanted to stop. She kept saying she wanted her virgin's big cock inside herself. That she loved it when my hot cum burst inside her cunt."

"She talked like that?"

I nodded, then added, "You shoulda heard some of the things she said! She said I had biggest cock she'd ever seen. That no one had ever made her feel that way. She made me fuck her tits."

"She did what?" sis asked. And I knew what her next question was going to be. "How big is your penis anyway? You can't be that big..."

I wasn't quite ready to answer that question just yet. "Miriam taught me a lot that week."

"That week?"

"Every night I went back to her place. As soon as our work finished. We did everything. She taught me--"

"Taught you what?"

"Oral sex, things like that."

"You'd already done that ... with Mrs. Thompson," Kat interjected in a petulant tone.

"She taught me how to do it to a woman. To go down on her. What women like. And anal stuff."

For just a second I could see that Katrina was thrown by the anal reference but then I saw comprehension dawn. "In her ass?" Almost horror on Kat's face. 

"I'm oversexed."

"No you are not!" 

"She told me I'm the most oversexed man she'd ever slept with. That no man had ever been able to satisfy her like I had. That I'd given her more orgasms in a week than her boyfriend had in a year. And she said her boyfriend was pretty good."

"She's a slut."

"She laughed when I finally admitted I hadn't been a virgin. I told her about Sarah. About her mother. She told me I should just keep fucking both of them. That I should try to get them both in bed together."

"That's the stupidest advice I've ever heard anyone give. Do you want to break Sarah's heart? Ruin her life." Kat demanded.

"I told her about the other girls. About you."

"What other girls? MEEEE!!!! What could you have possibly have told her about me?"

"I blamed you."

"Blamed meeee! How can I be blamed? What did I do?"

"Miriam agreed with me. She told me that it's normal for young boys to be led astray if their older sister acts like you did." Katrina was ready to explode! "That's probably why I've slept with so many girls. Why my libido's so high. She says she's studied it, that it's pretty regularly encountered in her field."

"Libido my ass. And what fucking field?" Not happy at all!

"That's what she's doing her M.A. thesis on. Teenage sexuality and the influence of family members on it. In determining how you turn out."

"What a load of crap! How many girls have you slept with anyway?"

"Up until the end of last summer?" I asked back. 

"How many!"

"Five."

"FIVE!"

"Well how many have you?" I challenged back. We'd finally gotten to the next stage. And I knew I had my sister where I wanted her. I knew she'd lie. And I knew it would really get exciting when she found out how I knew she was lying. 

"It's none of your business. We're talking about you now."

"Well Philip must be one," I said ignoring her. "And then you must have slept with Kenny Bridges when you were in high school." Kenny had gone to the prom with Katrina.

"I did not," Kat denied even as the blush spread on her lips.

"And probably Graham Sinclair," I added. He'd gone out with Katrina when they'd both been juniors. In fact I knew for a fact that he'd been her first. That he was the boy who'd popped her proverbial cherry. I'd never liked the prick!

"Are you crazy?"

"And everyone wondered about you and that English teacher."

"What English teacher?" But Katrina knew exactly who I was talking about. She'd had a crush on one of her teachers her senior year.

"So that's four," I answered as I held up four fingers, still ignoring her outbursts. "And you must have slept with someone your first year and a half at Carleton. Mind you, up there, who knows?"

"And what does that mean?"

"Everyone knows about that school," I said disdainfully.

"It's one of the highest rated Liberal Arts Colleges in the country."

"Yeah," I scoffed, "for male homosexual studies."

"I'll kill you."

"Anna looked it up. After you'd brought Philip home last summer."

"Anna? Our sister Anna? You involved her? She's only fifteen. What did you tell her?"

"I didn't involve anyone! She just spat it out at dinner one night. Said that she'd looked up Carleton on the Internet and found that the GBLT Alliance of America had named it the most gay friendly college in America."

"They did not!" 

"That's what she said anyway. Dad asked her where she'd heard that."

"Dad and mom were there?"

"Apparently the male student body at Carleton is thirty-seven percent gay and another forty-one percent bisexual or transsexual. That's what the GBLTers say anyway."

"You are soooo, soooo wrong." 

"Anyway, stop trying to change the subject. We were talking about your lovers. We were up to four if I remember correctly."

"We were not up to four! And you're the one changing the subject."

"So there had to be at least two or three at Carleton. The prettiest girl at the College had to have been able to locate some of the few straight guys there. And then you probably slept with one of your professors too. So that's at least six. Probably seven. You're definitely ahead of me," I finished smugly.

"Two! Just two! I have only slept with two boys in my whole life," Katrina denied. But she had caught the compliment about the prettiest girl I'd thrown her.

"Liar," I accused. I was moving in for the kill. Then I gave her a knowing smile. Just when she was about to say something else I turned my head slowly towards her dresser. Towards the third drawer of her dresser. The drawer that holds her underwear. Her panties.

It finally clicked! I saw it in her face when the truth finally registered. There was no way I could have known unless ... "If you ... I swear if you--" she sputtered.

I interrupted. "Hah! It's your fault. Just like Miriam told me."

"Myyyy FAULT! How could it possibly be myyyy fault?" Katrina screeched. She was near cationic.

"You knew I'd look there. You wanted me to read it."

"I knew you'd look there?" Total incredibility in her voice. "I knew that my brother would skulk around in my underwear and find my personal diary?"

"Every teenage boy in the world checks out his sister's panties. You knew that."

"No Robert, every boy in the world does not check out his sister's panties."

"Maybe not the weirdoes that go to your school but every normal boy does. How do you think boys learn about those things," I added nonchalantly. 

For seconds Katrina was incapable of speech. 

"You've slept with seven guys."

"I have not!"

"If you don't want to talk about it that's okay," 

"I hate you."

"And reading about it when I was young had a profound effect on me. Miriam says that young boys who are exposed to a big sister's wild sexual proclivities invariably become highly sexed themselves. Especially when the sister is blond."

Katrina seemed to count to ten to herself before she responded. And when she did she started slowly, calmly. "Robert, first of all I'd just like to say that Miriam is full of shit." Sis was smiling as she talked but it was a pained, unwelcoming smile. "Second, I don't care what Anna found on the Internet, Carleton College is one of the finest schools in the land. A school that, unhappily for you, you'd never be accepted into." I could have responded to that last line but I figured I'd let sis run with the ball for a while.

"Third, mucking around in your sister's underwear is about the lowest of the lows." Again I shut up. "Perhaps the only thing lower would be to read your sisters private diary. A diary that was hidden and locked." The lock on her diary had been a piece of cake! "And what does being a blond have to do with anything?"

"Finally betraying your girlfriend like you've done indicates a depravity and level of sexual perversion that is almost unheard of. I'm ashamed to have you--" 

Enough is enough I thought to myself, then cut into Katrina's speech, "So you won't help me?"

"Whaaaaat!"

"Well that's why I came tonight. To get some advice. I mean I knew you had lots of experience so I thought that maybe you, my favorite sister, someone who's always been kind to me even if your behavior did lead me astray, would be able to help me with my little problem."

"LITTLE PROBLEM! Little bloody problem? Your problem sounds to me that it's quite a big problem and one that should be kept in your pants."

Just then we heard a knock on the door. A second later mom's head peeked in.

"Robert, you're not bothering your sister are you?"

"She's been helping me," I answered as I flashed mom my best boyish, innocent smile. "I'm lucky she's home this weekend."

"She has?" Mom couldn't keep the surprise out of her voice. She'd clearly imagined something much worse when she'd heard Katrina's raised voice.

"I just had some questions about girl things. Sarah and I..." I left the sentence hanging.

"You're having problems with Sarah?" Mom asked.

"I'm lucky Kat came home."

"You can always talk to me Robert," mom said.

"Teenage girls are weird these days mom. That's why I needed to talk to someone like Katrina." 

"Yeah right ... girls are the weird ones," sis said sarcastically as she raised her eyes to the ceiling. But she didn't give me away. 

Mom, after checking her daughter's reaction to my words, flashed a small grin. She could tell by our tones that her children were in a teasing mode. 

"Don't stay up too late," mom advised as she backed towards the door. "Your dad and I are turning in."

"We're probably going to watch a flick. A good one comes on at eleven-thirty," I told mom.

"I could make you some popcorn," mom offered back. "Before I go to bed."

"Would you?" I said with a smile and then popped up off of sis's bed. "I'll come with you. I gotta pee and then I'll help you," I told my mother as I grabbed her hand and started to lead her out the door.

"I think I'm too tired for a movie," Katrina yelled at my departing back.

"Oh no you're not," I said as I danced back to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "You promised to help." 

"You should change into your jammies dear. The popcorn will be ready in no time," mom advised sis. Then mom walked over to Kat, gave her a big hug and said, "It's so nice to have you home honey. Seeing you two together brings back such good memories. And helping your brother even though you're hurting -- you make me so proud honey." 

What could sis say to that? "I'm going to have a shower first," she finally said when she realized she wasn't going to escape. She tried to sound a bit reluctant but I knew with one hundred percent certainty that she wanted to continue our little talk.

****

"You know you can always talk to me Robert." Mom and I were standing side by side in the kitchen. The popcorn was in the microwave. I was pouring the cokes. Mom clearly had been hurt that I'd felt I couldn't discuss my problems with her.

"I made it up mom."

"What?"

"I just wanted to get Katrina talking. You know how she loves helping others."

"So you made up a problem with Sarah?"

"You don't mind? You don't think it was too underhanded?" Mom was elated at my subterfuge! 

"Did she say anything about Philip?" she wanted to know.

"A bit. I'm leading her to it slowly. But from what she's hinted so far I think she's starting to realize that losing Philip might have been the best thing that could have happened to her. And she hasn't admitted it yet but I think maybe Philip didn't leave her for another girl."

"He didn't?"

"I think Anna may have been right about him after all." 

Mom didn't say anything for seconds. "He's gay?" she finally whispered.

"I think so. I think that's what really got Kat. Apparently the College is rife with them."

"Anna is definitely not going up there for college," mom promised.

"I'll talk some more with her tonight. I think all she needs is a shoulder to cry on."

Mom immediately hugged me. "You're a good son," she whispered as she held me, then gave me a quick kiss on the cheeks. 

"I love you too mom," I answered.

Five minutes later she went to bed happy. I knew dad would soon be getting the good news. Meanwhile, I, a tray carrying a large bowl of popcorn and a couple of drinks in hand, climbed the stairs up to Katrina's room.




Just One Night



"You're such a liar," sis said as I came through the door. She'd showered. Her long blond hair, still damp and now unleashed, rode down her back and over her shoulders and down across her breasts. There was a hint of perfume in the air. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, her sleepshirt tucked modestly between her legs. I couldn't help wondering which pair of panties she was wearing and whether I'd ever used them...

"And I'm not letting you off the hook about my diary," she promised as I plopped down next to her.

"I told mom you're okay now, that you're glad to be finally rid of him. That it was just the shock of you finding out he was sleeping with his roommate. His male roommate."

"You better not have," sis warned. But there was no real anger in her voice. In fact she had a little grin on her lips as she shook her head in exasperation. 

Meanwhile I was surreptitiously checking out sis. Sleepshirt doesn't sound that sexy. I mean they're not some flimsy, see through negligee or something. They're not made with a décolleté cut that displays lots and lots of breast. Heck, they even cover a girls arms and hang down almost to her knees.

But even so, on the right girl, and Katrina was the right girl for just about any women's fashion ever designed, there can be something quite enticing about a sleepshirt. The one she had on was a white cotton, buttons up the front style shirt that had a pocket and a subtle pink vertical stripe pattern. 

And with the top button left casually undone each movement sis made flashed a hint of her breasts. Alluring hills that promised so much even as the shirt masked and protected the nipples that protruded from their centers. 

"Okay I've told you all about my problems, now it's your turn. Give."

"I ... don't ...have ... any ... problems! Now what movie are we going to watch?" Kat asked grumpily. "And don't you think for even one little second that we're finished talking about little brothers who read there sister's private diaries," she warned.

"You know you're not that bad a writer," I said as I picked up the remote, propped a pillow against the headboard and then sat down next to her. "I mean that scene where you describe wearing red, silk panties to your English class and then sitting in the front row and letting--"

"Shut up! And don't say another word," exploded from sis's lips as the unmistakable blush spread across her cheeks.

I started to scroll through the pay-per-view offerings even as I put my arm around sis's shoulder. "Lots of young girls fantasize about their teachers. Then try to seduce them. Then--"

"I did not sleep with Mr. Jennings!"

"This one looks like a good one," I said, interrupting my pretty sister. 

"What's it called?" sis asked as I clicked the title. "Stuffing or Muffing?"

"It says it's a family Thanksgiving story. Probably a chick flick. Perfect for you," I added as I started to order it.

"Oh my gawd, it's triple x rated," sis squealed when the blurb for it came up on the screen. "Porn? Are you crazy? It'll show up on the bill. Dad or mom might see it." I continued to click away on the remote.

"They'll understand," I said as I pushed the final button, okaying the payment. "In fact, knowing what they now know about Philip they'll probably be relieved to see you're back watching hetero erotica."

"You're terrible," sis chided, but she was smiling and snuggled even closer to her little brother. Then gasped out an, "oh my gawd!" when the opening scene of the movie flashed on the screen facing us. 

"Was Philip that big?" I asked as I nudged Katrina. The guy up on the screen was sporting a super sized boner and two girls were on their knees facing it.

"That's disgusting. And so are you," sis accused as we both watched open mouthed as one of the girls took the cockhead into her mouth. 

"She's as good as Mrs. Thompson," I answered as we watched super cock disappear between the actress's lips.

****

"What'd you do with my panties?" Sis's question came about five minutes into the movie. Both of us, sitting side by side, with our legs touching and my arm around Kat's shoulders, had been watching the movie wordlessly. I'd had a more than noticeable hard-on since about thirty seconds into the movie. Sis would have had to have been blind not to have seen it. But she hadn't said a word!

"Just the normal things," I answered.

"It's not normal." I didn't reply to that observation. And it took another minute or two before Kat's next question was issued. "You just looked, you didn't--" 

I gave her the old 'are you kidding look' in reply then said, "All my friends did it. Checked out their sister's or their mother's underwear."

For a minute neither of us said anything, both suddenly caught up on the action going on in the movie. Then sis turned and looked into my eyes. "You didn't allow anyone else to see my panties did you?"

I shook my head no. "Nope," I said but then, after a seconds thought added, "except for that one time." Now while it is true that throughout my teenage years I had availed myself of Katrina's underwear drawer I have to admit I'd never really let any of my buddies experience the pleasure. I'd made that part up!

"Who? What'd he do? Or what did they do?"

"Just Rickie. And just once," I lied.

"Rickie Andrews? That little prick," sis spat out angrily. I'd chosen Rickie because he was a guy I hardly saw anymore and so wouldn't likely run into Kat anytime soon.

"He wanted to see blond panties," I said nonchalantly.

"You're lying. I know you're lying. Now what did you do with my panties?" she demanded.

"Masturbation," I admitted with a grin.

"You masturbated into my panties?"

"Usually your dirty ones. Ones that were in the laundry. When I told Miriam about it she said it was perfectly normal. That all boys love running a girls panties over their cocks."

Sis didn't want to hear anything more from Miriam. "You ejaculated into my dirty panties?"

"Sometimes you're clean ones too," I corrected.

"Just once or twice, right?" sis asked hopefully.

I shook my head no. "Almost every day," I said cheerfully.

"You masturbate every day?"

"Of course! Most days two or three times. Its normal."

"Normal? Three times a day?"

"I do it at least two anyway. But not always with your panties."

"But not on the days when you've slept with your girlfriend... with Sarah... or her slut mother--"

"Every day! When I wake up just about every morning. Then later in the day. I know girls don't do it as much but--"

"But what?"

"Some do. Miriam told me she masturbated every day. She has a vibrator. Like that one," I exclaimed as I pointed to the TV screen where a young beauty was inserting a big, purple colored, plastic penis substitute up between her legs.

"I do not masturbate every day," sis proclaimed loudly as we both watched as the actress somehow accommodated the plastic monstrosity. "And that's gross," she added as she pointed to the screen.

"She's double jointed I think," I opined as the actress started to push the thing into and out of her gaping pussy.

"Nor do normal boys masturbate three times a day."

"How often does Philip?" I asked.

"Shut up!"

"Have you ever seen a guy masturbate," I asked back.

"No!" sis replied.

"Never?" I was surprised by her answer. Although she'd never written about it in her diary I figured she must have seen a guy do it sometime.

"I said NO!"

We both turned our eyes back to the screen. Then watched silently as the guy with the 'supercock' penetrated a latina. After a few minutes I asked, my eyes still on the screen, "Haven't you ever wanted to see a guy do it?"

"NO!" Blasted out from Katrina's mouth in response. 

"Miriam let me watch her ... it was neat. And she watched me do it."

"When did she have time to watch? I thought you two were making love twenty-four hours a day," Kat said angrily.

"So I guess you don't want to watch me when I do it later tonight?" I put my hand lightly on my crotch.

"Certainly not," Kat answered even as her eyes zoomed in on the bulge in my pants my hand had highlighted. "Why would I want to watch my brother touch his penis? How gross is that?"

"That's okay," I answered nonchalantly, "I'll do it when the movies over. When I'm back in my room. Maybe I'll Skype with Miriam when I'm doing it."

"Skype with Miriam? She'd watch?"

"We've done it before that way," I answered. "She says mutual, over the internet, masturbation is very healthy."

"She's a slut!"

"She says you have nice panties," I answered with a grin.

"You masturbated into my panties and let her watch?" I nodded. "Which ones?" I knew that if I told her sis would never wear them again so I didn't answer. Instead I turned back to the TV.

Kat didn't say anything for what seemed like minutes. But as we sat shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh on her bed I could feel her anger while also sensing her excitement. Finally she spat out, "You know you don't have to do it. You could show some self restraint for once. That would at least be a first step." In answer I slipped my left hand, my free hand, under my t-shirt and then under the elastic waist band of my sweat pants.

"What are you doing?" sis demanded even as I moved my cock, letting him jump upward as I pulled my pants slightly away from my body. Then I let them snap back, trapping just my cockhead outside my pants even while holding the shaft of my prick tightly against my body. My t-shirt hid him from her view but sis couldn't miss seeing the head of my cock outlined against my t-shirt. After watching for seconds she said hoarsely, "that's disgusting, put him back." 

"He needs some air."

"You're a pervert." 

"He wants you to look at him. He wants to see you."

"He does not. And he's definitely not going to. What's gotten into you?"

"Just lift up the edge of the shirt," I lured as I took her left hand in mine and placed it on the bottom edge of my shirt.

"No! And why do you have an erection anyway? I'm your sister."

"Duh! Look at the screen for crying out loud." The hero of the film was by then engaged in a sixty-nine with a really hot, big breasted, black eighteen year old nympho type. Neither of us had really been following the film, in fact we'd turned down the sound as we'd talked, leaving both of us somewhat in the dark re plot development. "God, her breasts are as big as Mrs. T's," I said as I watched, knowing the words would get a rise out of sis.

She didn't say anything. Nor did she move her fingers from my hip where they were slowly, and perhaps unconsciously, playing with the hem of my shirt. And then, when the girl on the screen started to scream out her pleasure, Kat's fingers started to move. A second later my cockhead was bared.

"I didn't mean to do that. Cover it up," she ordered as she stared at it. My penis was held in place against my stomach by my waistband even though it was clearly straining to escape.

"He's looking at you. Using his one eye to--" I whispered in Kat's ear.

"It's ugly," she answered. But her eyes were locked in a stare with my cock's eye. 

She watched wordlessly for seconds before I finally asked, "Do you want to see more ... to see all of--"

"No!" Said quickly and forcefully. 

"Touch him?"

"NO! I said no!" Panic and excitement were in her voice.

"Push down the edge of the pants. On your side, I'll push on my side," I lured as I put my fingers on the waistband of my pants. Then I said, "Christ, look at that," as I lifted my hand and pointed at the screen. The film's hero was sitting on his ladylove's stomach and slowly pushing his big cock between her breasts.

"That is so disgusting," sis grunted but her eyes quickly returned to my penis.

"I think I'm bigger than he is," I offered smugly as I pushed my pants downward. Just an inch or so. With only me pushing on one side not much more of my cock was exposed to sis's view. 

"You're not even close. Look at him ... he's a horse." And the guy up on the screen was big. And yes probably he was bigger than I was. 

"Mine's pretty big," I answered. Then I watched as Katrina, trancelike, eyed my penis. Slowly her fingers started to move, pushing my pants down my right hip. I immediately matched her movements with my left hand. The shaft of my cock was slowly bared. When about three quarters of its length had been exposed it simply jumped up free, the tension of its erection freeing itself from the last restraints of my waistband. Kat gasped.

"Put it away," she finally whispered after having watched it bob in the air in front of her for seconds.

"I told you he was bigger than the guy on the screen," I said as I pushed my pants completely down my legs and then kicked them away after I'd freed my feet.

"No it's not. God look at that guy," she ordered but her eyes never left my penis. "Put your pants back on. Hurry, what if mommy or daddy comes?" Real panic was in her voice. But I was pretty sure she wasn't worried about our parents.

"Is it bigger than Philip's?" I asked, ignoring her request and then I circled my shaft with my hand. 

"Don't," she pled as I started to move my hand. 

"Miriam said it was very healthy, sexuality wise, to watch a man masturbate. That a woman learns..."

"I hate Miriam! And she certainly didn't say it was healthy to watch your brother do it."

"That's where you're wrong," I answered confidently. I was taking my time with my hand, simply keeping my cock interested with long, slow strokes. "In fact her studies show that over fifty percent of girls see their brothers masturbate sometime in their growing up years. That it's a great way for a young female to be introduced to sex." 

"I'm twenty! And she's an idiot!" But sis continued to watch my hand as it moved up and down my shaft.

"I could call her," I offered. "I've got her cell number. We could both talk to her."

"Don't you dare!"

And then, as I sped up my hand, I grunted out, "Give me your panties ... hurry. Hurry Kat."

"What?"

"Please Kat ... hurry ... I need them," I pled. I was faking just a bit.

"Nooooooo--"

"The ones you're wearing. Hurreeeeeee."

"The ones I'm wearing?" But even as she spoke the words her hands moved to the hem of her sleep shirt and then under it. It was like she'd been hypnotized by the cock that was dancing in the air before her eyes. "Don't look," she ordered and then seconds later her hands reappeared. Grasping her panties, a pair of cotton boy shorts. Pink ones. I grabbed them from her hands the second she'd cleared her feet with them.

"What are you going to do with them?" she asked. I didn't answer. Instead simply brought the soft cloth to my nose and mouth. "That is sooo, sooo gross," sis said in a hoarse voiced exhalation. A second later I rubbed the crotch of her panties across the head of my cock. And wiped away the big drop of precum that had formed at its tip.

"Don't get them dirty," sis gasped. 

"I've used them before," I answered.

"You masturbated into these ones?" I nodded. "Ejaculated?" I nodded again. "What if I'd gotten pregnant from them?" sis asked irrationally. Even she knew that would have been impossible. 

"Oh gawd, I need help," I groaned as I dropped her panties on my thigh and recircled my shaft with my left hand. My right arm was still around Katrina's shoulder.

"Help?" she asked even as I released my cock for a second and put my fingers on her wrist. Slowly I lifted her hand and brought it toward my waving cock. "Don't!" A plea. But without much force in it. There was a resigned tone in her voice. "You're my brother." Said as her fingers touched my shaft. "We can't!" Said as her fingers closed around my hardness. 

"Move your hand."

"Move my hand?" But she obeyed even as she asked. She was acting almost as if she was in a trance. "Like this?" she finally asked. 

"Give it a little twist each time. When your hand nears the head," I instructed. Meanwhile, my right hand, which had been draped around Kat's shoulder, slowed started to move down her arm.

"Put some saliva on him."

"What?" Sis was mystified by my request. My fingers found the side of her breast!

"Spit on him. Lubricate him. With your mouth," I told my big sister.

Almost mechanically she bent her head toward the end of my cock. An excited cock that was bucking in her small, soft hand. "Spit on him?" she asked even as her mouth opened and saliva slid out and dropped onto my penis. 

"More. Then rub it. With your other hand," I instructed as my hand clamped onto her breast. Totally preoccupied I don't even think she even noticed that her brother was now in possession of her tit.

"Like this?" Of course like that! My cock was in heaven as Katrina's two hands worked on him. 

"Yes," I gasped. My fingers had found her puffy nipple and were stretching it through the cloth.

"You're not going to ejaculate are you? You'll stop before then won't you?" she asked. 

As if! My penis was already far too long gone. A process had been started that would have been impossible to stop. Seconds later I felt the first spasm deep inside my balls. 

"I can't stop," I groaned as the first explosive, sperm laden charge rushed up my cock. Her face, only about eight inches away from the end of my penis when the eruption occurred, was splattered by the first ejaculation. 

"Oh my gawd," she squealed as the string of cum landed on a blond curl hanging down over her forehead and then slid down onto her nose. Her hands released me as she reared back. Another string exploded from my now freed and rearing cock and arched through the air before landing on her thigh. By the time the third spasm rippled along my penis I'd covered the end of my cock with Katrina's panties. The rest of my ejaculation, a large one, ended up coating them.

"You weren't supposed to cum," sis chastised as I sat panting beside her. There was a tinge of hysteria in her voice. "You promised." Of course I hadn't promised anything of the kind. "It's in my hair."

Freeing her breast, yes I'd kept a hold of it all through the excitement, I reached up and ran my fingers across her forehead and captured most of the hanging strand. Then brought it to her lips.

"No ... don't ... please ... you're my brother." I painted her lips with cum. "I don't even like the taste of it," she protested as I pushed my laden digit between her lips.

"I'm not Philip, you'll like mine," I promised. And even though she shook her head she did manage to clean my finger with her tongue.

"Was Miriam right? About watching a man masturbate?" I asked after we'd both calmed down a bit.

"They should expel her from Northwestern. They should never allow someone like that to--"

"You know that you're my first blond don't you?" I said, interrupting her. 

"What?"

"Didn't you ever wonder why I never dated a blond?" 

"No." Said with a pout but I could see she wanted to know the answer even if the question hadn't ever occurred to her before.

"It's because none of them are nearly as pretty as you," I told her.

"I'm not that pretty." 

"Miriam told me it's perfectly normal for a teenage boy to be attracted to his sister."

"There are plenty of pretty blonds."

"You know, I've never seen a blond one before."

"A blond what?" But she knew. And she saw my eyes were locked on the hem of her sleepshirt. A hem that was sitting mid thigh high. "Anyway," she added, "the movies over, we should both go to sleep. I'm tired."

"You won't let me see it?" I asked as I got up on my knees and then moved so I was kneeling between her ankles. "You're not completely shaven down there are you?"

"No you can't see it! And for your information I'm not shaven," sis answered as she grabbed the hem of her skirt and tried to push it farther down her thighs.

"Please!" I pled as I placed my hands on her knees and gently, slowly started to push them apart.




Just One Night



"We can't... I'm your sister... it's against the law... please Bobby," she pled even as she released the hem and allowed me to spread her legs.

"You're beautiful," I intoned as I pushed her shirt back up her thighs. 

"You can only look, nothing else," she begged even as she lay back in submission.

"Don't you want me to do to you what Miriam taught me?" I asked as my eyes feasted on the glistening pink slit of Katrina's sex. 

"Do what?"

"With my mouth. My tongue," I answered as I let the fingers of my left hand slide up her inner thigh.

"Oral sex?"

"Uh huh," I agreed as my other hand slip up her other thigh.

"Boys don't like doing that," she protested. "They never want to--"

"I do," I answered as I started to dip my head. My fingers had already found her blond curls and were in the process of pulling her nether lips apart. Her clitoris, popped into sight as I opened her. And the aroma of her sexual need was unmistakable as it wafted out of her sex. 

"You do?" In answer I licked up her slit and then lightly flicked the tip of her clit with my tongue. "Ohhh my gawd," she gasped at the exact instant I touched it. Her whole body was trembling.

"Did Philip do it like this?" I asked as I continued to tongue her. 

"Noooo!"

"Is it okay? Should I continue?" I asked between tastes.

"Yesssss! But just tonight." Moaned.

"You're sure?" I asked as I slipped my hands up under her shirt and then slid them upwards until I found her breasts. Her nipples were hard, arching pebbles. She groaned out as I played them.

"Pleeeeeease Bobby," she pled. She was gasping, panting, trembling, arching her body upward off the bed. I felt her hands at the back of my head, holding me against her. I knew she was close. I pulled my right hand back downward until it was resting between her legs. And as my tongue found Katrina's clit I pushed two fingers inside her. Deep, forcefully into her vagina. Her sopping vagina. She screamed. Then her body started to buck as her orgasm pulsed outward.

We were damn lucky Katrina's bedroom was at the far end of the house from mom's and dad's!

****

"Do you always react like that when a man goes down on you?" I asked in wonder minutes later. The power of her orgasm had stunned me. Kat shook her head. "Just sometimes?" Kat was still panting. Her pussy was dripping. She shook her head a second time. "But what about--" She shook her head again. But wouldn't meet my eyes. I suddenly understood.

"No one has ever gone down on you? Never?" She shook her head no. "Fuck, I knew it! They are all gay up there at Carleton, that proves it," I said as I pushed my fingers back inside her.

"Most boys don't like doing it. Everyone knows that. They don't like the taste."

"Then they haven't tasted you," I said as I pulled my fingers out of Kat's vagina and brought them to my mouth. She watched almost spellbound as I licked them clean. Then I put them back between her legs and recoated them with her spending. 

Then brought them to her lips. Let her taste herself. Kat took her time sucking my fingers. 

"You're beautiful," I whispered. We were lying side by side on the bed, facing each other, our lips just inches apart. "I've always loved you. Can I see you? All of you," I asked as she licked my finger.

When she'd finally finished she asked, "See me? Naked?" I nodded. "Why?" I didn't answer. For seconds she said nothing. Then slowly she pulled her shirt up until her breasts were bared. A second later the shirt was over her head and then thrown down onto the floor.

"You're so beautiful, you've always been my dream girl," I whispered into her mouth.

"I am?"

"But you're probably not a very good kisser," I said lightly, a tease and challenge in my voice. "Good looking girls are almost always poor kissers, especially blonds. That's what Miriam found in her research anyway," I added with a smirk.

"She's an idiot. I told you that," sis answered a millisecond before her lips found mine. We kissed. Again and again. Full, tongue filled kisses. Wet kisses. Hungry kisses. Kisses exchanged while I let my hands explore her back and rear end before they slipped around her body and found her breasts. 

"It's hard again. He's poking me," Katrina mock complained between kisses. I was pretty sure she didn't mind feeling my cock as it bumped into her thighs and mound. "He's a bad, bad boy."

"He loves you," I answered as we both looked down the space between our bodies and watched my cock as it attempted to bridge the gap between us.

"Apparently he loves every girl he meets," Kat answered disdainfully even as she adjusted herself so that my cock was perfectly positioned at her gate.

I brushed a strand of blond hair from Kat's forehead, gave her a quick, soft peck on her lips and then said, "It looks like he wants to explore".

"Well he's not going to do any exploring in me," shot back from Kat but there was an invitation in her eyes.

"You mean he can't even duck his head inside the door and look around?" I asked as I moved my hips and pushed the head of my cock into her crack.

"Don't!"

"You're wet." My cockhead continued its slow advance.

"I'm not!" she answered as it popped inside her. Her lips closed behind it.

"He says he's never seen anything like it... that it's the most beautiful cavern in the world," I said as sis and I stared into each other's eyes.

"What, that stupid thing talks to you?"

"Of course," I answered with a laugh. "Doesn't your pretty little pussy talk to you?"

"Well, you just better tell him not to go any farther."

"Not even one more inch?"

"No! And he'll have to leave soon."

"Okay, if that's what you want," I replied. But there was no way mr. cock was going to leave anytime soon. I simply left him cockhead deep in my sister. And then, after a couple of seconds of silence Katrina adjusted her body, an adjustment that just happened to push about three inches of penile shaft into her.

"Don't! I told you not to move," she ordered. We both knew it was she who'd caused the further impalement.

"Sorry," I apologized. "He just got excited for a second." I started to pull my penis back. 

"Well okay then. And you don't have to take him all the way out, not yet anyway," she added.

"Not yet? You're sure?" I asked, then dipped my head and captured her lips. "Should I move him, just a little?" I asked when our tongues finally separated. 

Katrina nodded. "But not too far ... just to where he was before," she instructed as I pushed slowly back inside.

"He says you're beautiful, that he's never seen one like yours," I said as I gave Kat slow, short, three or four inch strokes.

"He's certainly seen a lot of them," she mock complained as her vagina started to respond.

"He wants to go a little deeper."

"He's already pretty deep," Kat answered as we both looked down between our bodies and watched my cock as it slowly moved in and out.

"Look how much is still outside."

"It's his fault! He's too big," sis answered as she adjusted her body so that another two inches disappeared inside her with every plunge of my hips.

"You should hear him now," I exclaimed. 

"Tell him to shut up," Kat instructed with a smile. My cock was getting bathed in her juices with every stroke.

"He says your pussy is starting to make noises... to talk to him ... she wants... more." 

"She does not!" Said with a soft groan. But of course she did. Her cunt had become a welcoming oven.

"Can I?" I asked. It was both a plea and a statement.

"We can't!" A sad denial. 

"We have just one night. We'll never have this chance again. No one will ever know." I was still moving my hips but I hadn't yet filled her.

"It's against the law."

"Can I?"

"Just tonight? Never again, right?" In answer I rolled my sister onto her back without completely decocking from her. 

"You don't want someone else to be my first blond do you?" I settled myself so that I was on my knees between her legs, most of my weight carried by them and my elbows. Just my cockhead was inside her. It was covered in her sexual juices.

"He's so big," Katrina whispered as she peered down between our bodies. I started to thrust. The air whooshed out between her lips in a deep moan as I filled her. 

"Are you okay?" I asked when every inch of my hardness was inside her. She was tight everywhere... her vagina was like an oiled vise as it struggled to accommodate me.

"You won't cum, not inside me will you?" she asked as I started to move my hips. Her cunt was already starting to spasm around the shaft that was violating her.

"Not right away anyway," I answered I moved my hands to her breasts.

"You're an animal," Kat complained even as she lifted her hips in unison with my thrusts.

"Little blond slut," I teased. "Turning your poor little brother into a sex maniac," I answered. 

Then it got noisy. And physical. Animalistic. We fucked. Hard. Eagerly. And since I'd already ejaculated the next one took a heck of a lot longer to cum. 

Her orgasm, when it finally came, astounded me. Her spasms of orgasmic bliss lovingly squeezed my penis, drawing every thick dollop of her brother's cum deep inside her. We both screamed as our orgasms engulfed us. 

****

"You weren't supposed to come inside me." Kat's soft words reached me somehow through the panting of my breath and the pumping of my heart. 

"I love you," I answered as I ran my fingers through my sisters blond curls and then caressingly across her cheek.

"Still, you better go now." Said even as she curled her body even closer against mine. 

"He says we're not finished yet," I answered as I pointed down at my cock which was lying across my thigh. Sticky with Kat's juices and with a thick drop of cream leaking from its eye.

"He talks too much."

"He says a blond has never kissed him before," I teased back as I lifted him from my thigh.

"Well one isn't going to kiss him tonight," Kat denied, then brought her lips to mine. And as we kissed her hand slipped down and found my hardness. A minute later I was again inside her!

Katrina Astrid Williams was the first girl I had sex with that I truly loved. It's hard to explain the difference but it's there. My cock was in the Promised Land and both he and I knew it. 

****

I turned her over for the third coupling. Fucked her doggie style as we watched each other in the bedside mirror.

Her ankles, draped over my shoulders, were lifted high in the air, her pussy full of her brother's cock, when I came inside of her the fourth time.

Later my sister did kiss my cock. At some point we fell asleep. In each other's arms. 

Kat wasn't in her bed when I woke up just after noon hour!

**** Mom and Katrina were sitting at the kitchen table when I finally wandered downstairs at quarter to one in the afternoon the next day. 

"Hey," I said as I walked through the door. They were both smiling.

"So Mr. Sleepyhead finally decided to get up, did he?" were mom's first words. 

"It's your daughter's fault," I replied, "she kept me up half the night watching chick flicks and listening to her weird stories." 

"My stories! Hah!" Katrina protested. But the smile on her lips was as wide as the one on moms. 

"What weird stories?" bounced in from the doorway behind me followed immediately by the arrival of Anna. Laden with parcels. Clearly her Black Friday shopping expedition had been successful.

"You should have heard what she told me about what goes on up there in Minnesota at that school," I told my younger sister as I raised my eyes to the sky.

"Is it as bad as they say on the Internet?" Anna asked back. She had sensed immediately that somehow we'd got Katrina back to somewhere near normal and that it was now okay to tease her.

"It's a lie. And you never should have told mom and dad that everyone is gay up there," Kat protested.

"It was on the Internet!"

"So, do you really believe everything you read on the Internet?"

Anna, ignoring her sister's admonition came back with, "I'm going to Notre Dame. Where men act like men."

"Yeah right. You're not Catholic you idiot," Kat replied. But there was nothing angry in either of their voices. 

I smiled across the table at her. For a second her eyes met mine in challenge. Then they dropped in submission as a happy grin appeared on her lips. We both knew it wasn't going to be JUST ONE NIGHT...

THE END

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Just One Night, For 4



As I watched her sleeping, her hair spread over the pillow around her and her breathing soft and easy, I resolved that I was going to give her the fantasy we had shared so often. Her mouth was slightly open, those soft lips parted just enough to see the white of her teeth, and I longed to kiss her. I would not allow myself to disturb her rest, she looked so warm and so peaceful it would have been selfish of me to wake her, but I smiled briefly as I imagined her kiss.

This would never do, I would waste half the morning sitting here staring and there were many preparations to be made if I was to give her the night I knew she wanted deep down. I stood up purposefully, and made my way downstairs. The birds were singing outside, it was still early enough for the sun to cast that pure morning light onto the dining table. Later, as the world began to wake and begin the daily grind to work the air would thicken with the pollen and pollutants, and the inane babble of traffic reports and pop music would disturb this natural harmony, but for now I could sit alone and enjoy the world around me. I sipped my tea, in between bites of the thick cut bread that was breakfast and thought rapidly. Taking a pen and paper, I began to write. 

"Good morning, my love. When you read this, I'll be out and about, running some errands for us. Today is going to be your day, and I want it to be special for you, so you must do some things for me. I would like you to go to the health club in town and take advantage of the things I have booked for you. The tickets are in this envelope, and you are booked in for a seaweed wrap (which I hope is better than it sounds), a sauna and swim, a full body massage and to have your legs waxed. Your friend is meeting you there at 10 am, so you'll have someone to keep you company and have a bit of fun with. I expect you home by 6pm, so you have time for a shower and to get a little dressed up before we go out this evening. Have fun my sweet, I love you." 

I signed the note, slipped it into the same envelope as the tickets and left it on the table. Shortly after, I left to begin putting the rest of the plan in motion.

As I drove to the adult shop, I was both excited and a little nervous. Although we'd both always had a terrific sex life, we had never had the need for toys and accessories that some people seem to live for; hence I had never been into a sex shop before in my life. Parking some distance away, I walked slowly across the car park towards it, trying to decide whether this was just a damn fool idea after all. Ah well, here goes nothing...

I needn't have worried. The shop was run by a middle-aged man, who seemed to notice my discomfort and did his best to put me at my ease. He showed me round, explained what a few of the more exotic items were for, and was obviously very proud of his wares. He talked openly about his customers without going into graphic detail, as he showed me though the videos and magazines section. Soon, I had lost the feeling that I was some seedy pervert engaged in the most sordid side of life, and was beginning to enjoy myself. I chose a lesbian video, a set of handcuffs and a blindfold and with a little help a vibrator that looked shockingly real. 

I decided against the huge "Monster Cock - it really cums" and declined the offer of a whip and dog collar, those were just a little too far I felt. I realised the prices were somewhat high, but then I guess he did have a captive market as he was the only sex shop in town. Grinning ruefully to myself, I handed over my credit card. As I waited to sign the slip, he turned away briefly, and then slipped something into my bag when he turned back. "Just a little lubricant, sir, never hurts to keep it around." I glanced at my watch, and I had been in here over two hours, so I thanked him and was on my way.

Next was the awkward bit. I dialled the number on my mobile, and waited nervously for an answer. Finally a voice answered, and I told them who it was. A long conversation ensued as I explained what I wanted, how I wanted things to work, when things would happen etc. The response was enthusiastic, and we agreed to meet for lunch to discuss things in more detail.

The rest of the day was a blur. Lunch went well, and we parted full of expectation for tonight. I shopped for some lingerie for her, which is something I've never had a problem with. I know what I like, and I know what she likes in general, and I had some specific needs for tonight. A front fastening bra was a pre-requisite and some fairly small panties, which tied together at the sides. The material had to be satin or silk, something sensuous against the skin, and she must be able to feel enough through the material, so no padding or fancy decoration. I picked up a new shirt for myself, black silk, and some very snug boxer shorts, then hurried home to lay things out for her.

When she came downstairs, she looked ravishing. Her hair tumbled over her almost bare shoulders; her eyes sparkled under some very light make up. Her lips were the pink of a blushing rose, whilst the strappy dress she wore clung just enough to show me the full curves of her body. The hem of her dress came to just above the knee, and my eyes travelled down her shapely calves to the delicate shoes with the heels high enough to accentuate the shape of her legs. God, she was lovely, and my heart was pounding thinking of her. She looked beautiful, and I loved the thought that she was so demure now yet later she would hopefully be screaming in wild abandon and begging for everything.

We went out to the restaurant, and met up with some friends. They were both very much in form, the wine flowed freely and the conversation was often hilarious. There was a sexual current in the air, and you could feel the charge of things in every glancing contact. The conversation got more and more risqué, with lots of innuendo and barely concealed flirting all round. She didn't know that I had set this up, that both of them were in on the act so to speak, but she was loving the attention. My friends had really made an effort, she looked ravishing in the classic little black dress and he was one of the best-groomed men I knew. 

My wife had never been with another man before, and certainly not another woman, but I knew she fantasised about both and I would often talk to her about it during sex to heighten her arousal. I winked at him halfway though the main course, and he knew what to do. He started to play with her feet under the table, slipping his shoes off to run his foot up her leg. She started for a moment, glanced at him, then at me. I pretended not to notice, deep in conversation with his wife, but I was fully aware of what was going on. When he winked back, it was the signal that she was responding, playing footsie with him. I smiled to myself; everything was going to plan.

We went on to a night-club eventually, where I took every opportunity to arouse her by whispering things in her ear that I planned to do to her tonight. I also had plenty of dances with his wife, or trips to the bar, or visits to the bathroom, knowing full well that he would be teasing her, playing with her, seducing her while I was away. On one such occasion, she followed me to the bar. "He's had a bit too much, he keeps trying to kiss me." 

I told her I knew, and she should go ahead and kiss him, after all there was no harm in it. "What about his wife, she'll go ballistic?" I told her it was his wife's fantasy to watch him kiss another woman, to make out with her for a while, as she watched. The penny suddenly dropped, I had set this all up. She kissed me swiftly, and returned to the table. By the time I got back, his hands were all over her, on her thighs, her back, brushing against her breast, and they were kissing deeply. She broke off to look up at me, a little apprehensively, and I mouthed to her over the noise "Wait 'til I get you home..."

Home we did go, a little later, and the four of us drank some more, played a few silly games and generally flirted more with each other. Finally I stood up and began to clear the table. "You better enjoy one more kiss, because this is the last one before I take you to bed." With that I walked out to the kitchen. She didn't need asking twice, when I came back into the room, she was pressed against him, their mouths desperately seeking each other, his hand kneading her breast through the material of her dress. She was making soft mewing noises, and I knew she was loving it. His wife looked up at me and smiled. She knew what was coming later.

I took her hand, pulled her to her feet and led her out. "See you both later, I'm off to sort this little lady out, I think she needs it by now" and we walked upstairs. My friends followed, and slipped into the spare bedroom quickly. Now my fun begins, I thought, as I closed the door behind me.

I stood behind her, slid my arms round her waist, and whispered right into her ear..."Are you turned on now, my love? Did it excite you, kissing him while I watched? Did it turn you on that she was watching, and that they are in there now, him fucking her, pretending its you?" She was breathing quickly now, and I could see her nipples poking through the fabric of her dress. "You know it does, God I'm so randy.." I ran my hands up to her breasts, cupping them so she could feel my palms brushing her nipples, and lowered my head to kiss her neck. She moved her hands behind her, running them up the sides of my legs. 

As I nuzzled her neck, her shoulder, her ear and her face, I moved my hands so my fingers were flickering over her nipples, and she arched her back to press against me. "Do you trust me?" I asked her, "Do you trust me implicitly?" As soon as she told me she did, I lowered the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of it, and kicked off her shoes, and then I laid her on the bed. I had already fixed the handcuffs around the headboard, so I pulled her arms up and clicked them into place around her wrists almost before she knew what was going on. She grinned wickedly, and I knew she liked them.

Taking off my tie, I moved down the bed and took one leg. I tied the silk around her ankle, and then threaded it around the corner post. Pulling tightly now, her leg pulled toward the edge of the bed and she moaned. I reached the other corner post, where I had left another tie secured to it earlier, and used this to tie her other leg, so she was left bound to the bed, legs spread wide open, in just her underwear. I could see she was getting excited as a small damp patch was spreading on her panties.

I got up, and she protested that I shouldn't go, to stay with her, make love to her, but I took no notice. I walked to the TV and video at the foot of the bed and turned them on, and immediately we were greeted by the sight of two women kissing. I knew she had fantasised about another woman, but would never go for it, so I knew this would turn her on even more. Now I moved back to the bed, and began to pay some serious attention to her body. I kissed her deeply, let my tongue play over her lips. I ran my hands over her body, her tummy, her shoulders, the tops of her thighs, playing at the edge of her underwear to excite her even more. 

I began to kiss her body, running my tongue slowly down her neck, in lazy little circles that looped lower and lower. On past her shoulder, down to her breast, as my hand pinched her nipple and tugged gently on it. Soon my tongue was on her nipple, though the fabric of the new underwear, and I flicked it hard with my tongue. My hand played with her breasts, then slowly slid down her tummy. I pressed my palm against her mound as she pushed up against it. My finger slid slowly over the folds of her pussy, sliding between them and pushing the damp material into her. I didn't dare touch her clit yet, as I knew she would be too close then, and I had so much more in store for her. I continued to rub at her, and moving my face backup to hers I whispered that I wanted her to take me in her mouth. 

"Oh Yes," she moaned, "I want to taste you now, I want to suck you into my mouth until you come all over my face." I needed no second bidding, quickly undressed and moved so I was kneeling by her face. It always turns me on so much that she gets so horny, and when she does she turns into a real slut for me, doing anything I tell her, using the dirtiest language and loving to be talked to in the same way. She slid her lips over my cock in one movement, and it felt so good I was dizzied for a moment. I looked down so I could watch for a few minutes as she closed her eyes and worked my cock with her mouth. Christ she was good, I really wanted to just let her carry on, and watch her drinking my cum, but then she opened her eyes. 

They were glazed with lust, the eyelids heavy as her hot breath blew against my balls and I remembered that this was her night. I reached behind me, opened the drawer with some difficulty and took out the vibrator. I pulled myself away from her mouth with real regret, and positioned myself kneeling between her legs. "Now, you have to promise me not to cum for at least ten minutes, ok?" She whimpered, told me she couldn't last that long, at which point I told her that if she couldn't promise then I would leave her there and go downstairs till she calmed down. 

She quickly changed her mind, and then I turned on the vibrator and ran it over her pussy. She jumped, although she was still wearing all her underwear, she obviously could feel everything through it, so I ran it over her nipples a few times too. Now it was time to step up the pace a bit. I pressed it directly against her clit, and ran it up and down over her slit, twisting it so it forced the material of her panties into her, then running up to linger on her clit again. I started talking, telling her I could smell her, I wanted to lick her, how my cock was so hard and I couldn't wait to fuck her, and all this time I was moving the buzzing toy over her pussy. 

"Do you need my fingers in your cunt yet? Do you need my tongue on your clit and my fingers working themselves inside you?" She cried out, "Yes, my God yes, finger my pussy, push your fingers into my cunt, I need to cum so much." This was the signal I had been waiting for, when she started getting louder, using this language, I knew she was too far gone to want to stop. I stood up, leaving the vibrator resting against her pussy, and walked to the door. I opened it, called out to the others, and turned to look back at her. She was shocked, she suddenly realised that I had called the other two to come into the bedroom, and here she was tied to the bed, spread-eagled and helpless with a vibrator buzzing away between her legs. There was real panic in her eyes, she began to protest as the others walked in.

It took a moment or two for them to take in the sight before them, but without hesitation they decided to take full advantage of the situation. She walked over to my wife, knelt beside her, told her how long she had waited for this and then kissed her full on the mouth. I watched her mouth cover my wife's, her tongue insinuated itself into her mouth, and could not believe how erotic it was. She broke the kiss, and stood up to face her husband. 

"I think you'll have to keep her mouth busy, to keep her quiet, while I decide what to do with the rest of her." With that, he quickly threw off his clothes, and made his way to the top of the bed. He gripped her hair, and offered his cock to her mouth, and after the briefest hesitation I watched my wife close her eyes, open her mouth and slide his cock inside. Meanwhile, her friend moved down to kneel beside her, and unclipped the bra. She beckoned to me, and I walked over to her. 

Wordlessly, in perfect unison, we both bent and took a nipple in our mouths, and by God were they hard. I spent a few minutes sucking on her nipples, looking up occasionally to see another woman sucking on my wife's breast and another man fucking her face. I was so hard it hurt, and I knew I wouldn't last long from then. I reached down to play with her clit, but there was already another hand there. She was fingering my wife too, and we both began playing, taking turns with her clit, pushing fingers into her, using her body completely. Soon, she took her clothes off too, so we were all finally naked, and she took her fingers from my wife's pussy and pushed them into my mouth. I suckled on them, tasting her juices, realising how slippery they were, and then she took her fingers and pushed them into herself! Again, she removed them and offered them to my mouth, and I licked them greedily. She tasted fantastic, sweeter somehow but not as light as my wife's juices. Now I knew what I had to do. 

I moved to kneel between my wife's legs, and told her friend to stand behind me, so she could reach round and masturbate me until I came all over my wife's pussy. I spoke loudly enough for my wife to hear, and then said that after I had cum all over her, her friend was going to lick my cum out of her. As I spoke I was untying her panties, and then pushing the vibrator inside her. Coupled with the sexy talk, the feel of another man's cock in her mouth, and my fingers on her clit, it was enough to drive her over the edge and I watched as she began to buck her hips, faster, and faster still, then screaming as she came hard on my fingers. Immediately, I removed the vibrator and my fingers, and her friend moved so she could stroke my cock. 

I could feel her breasts pushed up against my back, and her pubic hair rubbing at the base of my spine. I reached one hand behind me, and slid it between us down to the vee at the top of her thighs. She grabbed my hand and urged it down to her clit; she was obviously frantic too. As she stroked furiously at my prick, my fingers slid into her, and I looked up. He was obviously very close, so I spoke out loud. "If you shoot your cum into her mouth, she'll drink every drop, she's wanted to fuck you for so long now she's ready to be a complete slut for you." 

This was all the encouragement he needed, and he grabbed her hair to pull her face close to him as he emptied his balls into her mouth. I watched amazed as she swallowed every drop. It was so horny watching how completely depraved she had become that I couldn't hold back, and begged her friend to make me cum all over her pussy. Obligingly, she increased the pace of her strokes, rubbing her soft hands from base to tip of my cock, until I could wait no longer and shot my cum all over my wife.

I sat back, drained as I was but I had forgotten about her. She was still behind me, still horny, and obviously getting very impatient, as she pushed me off the bed sideways. I managed to stop myself falling flat on my face, and looked back at her to protest, but I was too late. Already she was bending down and licking at my wife's mound, licking my cum off her lips, from her clit, and reaching her hands up to toy with her nipples. I froze; spellbound, watching the sexiest thing I had ever imagined actually happening not two feet from my face. My wife was obviously enjoying it, as her hips ground and moved, pushing upwards, straining to reach that teasing tongue. 

I looked around for my friend, and saw that he was completely engrossed in watching this show as well, so I settled back to recover for a few minutes, and watched these two sexy women getting it on. This girl knew how to please a woman, as she sped up and slowed down, ran her tongue over her slit, her clit, up to her belly button and back again. She insinuated a finger into her pussy, still licking all the time, then followed it with another. There was a moan from my wife, and I realised suddenly that her whole pussy was being stretched wide by this woman's hand. My god, she was practically fisting my wife, and my wife was loving it. Soon the moans and groans were coming faster, and my wife was begging her not to stop, telling her she loved this woman's tongue, that she was going to lick her out, every kind of obscenity you could imagine. With a sudden silence, I watched this beauty make my wife cum so hard and for so long I thought she'd passed out.




Just One Night, For 4



Almost without pause, she lifted her head from my wife, smiled and moved back up the bed. Kneeling astride her, she lowered her cunt down onto my wife's face, and whispered, "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To taste my pussy, to lick another woman?" There was a muffled moan of assent. Revitalised now, I got up and went to untie my wife from the bed, and wordlessly my friend untied her feet to she could move freely again. He then approached me, and for a brief moment I thought he was going to try getting it on with me. Not that I have anything against gay men, but it certainly isn't for me. I needn't have worried. 

He said quietly "I'm going to watch now, as you finger my wife, then I'm going to screw yours. Mine has a fantasy about anal, but I'm not into that. Care to oblige?" There was no way I could pass that offer up, and I smiled the dirtiest smile you can imagine. He nodded, then moved down to spread my wife's legs again. Throwing them over his shoulders, I watched as he placed his face inches from her pussy, and seemed fascinated as his fingers slid into her. Well, seemed like a good idea, so I moved to his wife's side. I lifted her up onto her knees properly for a moment, so her pussy was just a few inches above my wife's face, and she could watch as I pushed a finger inside her pussy from the back. 

She groaned, she was obviously quite close now. I pushed her back down so I could continue fingering her as my wife licked at her clit. I put another finger inside, pushing insistently until it eased into those soft pink lips. Once in, I swirled it round, pressing against her inner walls, stretching her a little. Then I took my now soaking wet finger out and placed it against her anus. She stopped suddenly, completely motionless, part fear and part anticipation, and I took advantage of that to press against her little opening until I got the tip of one finger inside. I had completely underestimated the effect this would have, she simply went wild. She reached down, grabbed my wife's hair and pulled her face into her cunt. 

"Lick me, you little bitch, while he fingers my ass. Oh god, yes, finger my ass..... push it in deeper, fill me with it.....Jesus Christ you horny bastard, you love seeing my cunt licked don't you?" Well, I have to admit I did. I was getting aroused again now, and my wife reached out to begin pumping my cock with her hand. Almost as soon as she touched me, I could feel the twitching around my finger that signalled the woman was cumming. I rammed my free fingers into her mouth, pushed hard into her ass with my finger there and bent to suck her nipple hard into my mouth. She squealed with delight, and pressed down hard as she came, almost suffocating my poor wife, who didn't seem to mind.

I had an idea. I moved off and lay on my back on the bed. I looked to see my friend still licking her pussy, and signalled him to stop. I told his wife to lower her pussy on to my cock, get it nice and wet, then get off again. She did as she was told, and her warm cunt felt so good around me that I almost didn't want her to stop, but stop she did. Then I told my wife to climb astride me, facing my feet, so I could take her up the ass. By now she was too sex crazed to even hesitate, and climbed straight on. Well, in the perfect world things go to plan, but we don't live there. She wasn't really relaxed enough and I wasn't anywhere near wet enough, and things almost fell apart at that point, until I remembered the lubricant. 

God bless that man in the sex shop, it was well worth being overcharged. I grabbed it, quickly applied some to myself and to her ass, and soon we were in position again. God, her ass felt so tight as I inched into her. Every fraction of an inch was pure heaven, and she made deep gasps as I edged further into her, until finally I was all the way in. After a pause, I lifted her slightly, and she took the hint and began moving herself on my cock. She was groaning now with every stroke, she'd never taken it in her ass before but she was obviously loving every minute. As she relaxed and things got easier, she began to move faster again, but I stopped her. I pulled her back so she lay flat, and unfolded her legs, then invited my friend to slide his cock into her pussy. Double penetration, her ultimate fantasy, this was the real reason why I had set the whole thing up. He needed no second bidding, and soon I could feel his weight pressing against her as he eased himself inside her. 

There was some hesitation, and a little shuffling around as we worked out a rhythm between us, but finally we got into the hang of it. I took my timing from him, and we both slid into her simultaneously to fill her deeply at the same moment. She panted, and she gasped, and we fucked her harder. She moaned and whimpered and we slowed down and took things gently. I switched my timing so that as he pushed in, I was pulling out and vice versa, and she squealed again. I reached round to touch her nipples, but she moved my hand away, telling me in ragged gasps that she just wanted to concentrate on the two cocks that were filling her completely. 

We were using her, abusing her body shamelessly and she was loving every minute, writhing and wriggling in complete abandon. I looked to his wife, and she was now watching us all and stroking away at her pussy. I told her, loudly enough for everyone to hear, that she was next to take my prick up her ass, and she closed her eyes and stroked furiously. Then she stopped, leaned over towards us and slid her hand down to my wife's clit. I could feel her hand against my balls occasionally, as she explored what was happening in intimate detail, then it started. He told her he was going to cum, my wife was screaming, thrashing around wildly, pushing back onto my prick and squeezing with her muscles, clamping my cock in her ass as she came hard, and I pushed up into her again and again. 

She didn't stop cumming; I couldn't believe it as she seemed to cum forever. I suddenly realised that she was in the midst of her first multiple orgasm, and it spurred me on. I ran my fingers to her nipples, squeezing and tugging, I thrust over and over into her, as he pushed down into her cunt as hard as he could, ramming into her harder than I could have believed possible, and there were fingers on her clit and she was kissing another man and then another woman and oh my Christ, my Christ, she came for the last time, screaming and crying and laughing all together.

By now, I was hard as rock but still hadn't cum again, but there was this horny woman, gazing into my eyes provocatively as my now limp wife pulled off me and collapsed in a heap onto the bed. I got up to make a brief bathroom stop, making sure to take a minute to clean myself thoroughly. She knew what I was up to, because she came in without knocking to see me covered in soap, washing furiously all around my genitals. She smiled, came right in and kissed me as I washed. I toyed with her, tongue-teased her, then took her hand and wrapped it round my wet cock. She began to stroke it instantly, but I stopped her within a minute.

I rinsed off, dried up and led her back to the bedroom. Without pause, I grabbed the lubricant again and told her to turn round and kneel on all fours. I squeezed the tube onto her ring, the cold gel making her contract suddenly. I coated my cock in the stuff, then I tossed it aside and gently began to rub my finger over her ass. She put her face down against the quilt, and her hands bunched the material as she got more and more excited. My other hand was stroking her clit now, and she was rocking backwards and forwards against my fingers. Slowly I eased my finger into her ass, pumping it ever so slowly backward and forward, each thrust very gentle but each time sliding that tiny bit more into her. 

She relaxed a bit more, and I leaned forward to lick the bottom of her back. Sliding my finger out, it was time! I knelt up, positioned myself at the entrance to her ass and slowly began to push. She began to speak, surprisingly quietly, telling me "Oh yeah, that's it.... Oh God...stuff me...fill my ass.... I want to feel your hot cum shooting into my belly." Was I horny by now, I couldn't think straight anymore? I reached round to run my finger over her clit as I worked my cock deeper into her, and she spread her legs even further apart. Her husband moved to stand in front of her, and she took his cock in her mouth. Running her tongue along it, he asked her if she could taste another cunt on his cock. She moaned, this was obviously turning her on. 

I began to speak as well, talking dirty, telling her how good she had looked as she came in my wife's mouth, telling her she was a little fuckslut, that I was going to use her body until she couldn't cum anymore. All this time, my mind and body were completely absorbed in her, feeling the pressure of her body against my lower belly, the wetness of her clit, the warmth of her ass, so I was suddenly surprised to feel hands on my balls. I looked back to see my wife, lying on her side, her hands reaching out to me. She didn't say anything, just massaged and stroked, occasionally letting her fingers glide into her friend's cunt. 

It was too much, I could hear her friend cumming with his cock still in her mouth, I could feel her ass grinding back against me and the sudden pressure as her muscles contracted around me. I could see by his face that he was emptying his cum into her mouth, I couldn't believe he could cum again so quickly, and she was cumming, and swallowing, and writhing and begging and with a strength I had never felt before I shot what felt like a flood of my cum up her ass, thrust after thrust until I was spent.

We collapsed after that, drained. The video had long since finished, and the hum from the blank TV screen was the only other accompaniment to our breathing. Sometime during the night, we separated out to our respective rooms, and slept long into the morning. When I rose, they were all up and a fabulous breakfast had been laid out. We sat and ate, with lots of furtive glances around and everyone wondering what each other was thinking. Finally, I broke the silence. "You know what I really enjoyed about last night...?" There was a long silence, a very eloquent pause, no one said a word. You could feel the tension in the air like a thunderstorm waiting to crash in upon you. "That fish in the restaurant, it was absolutely terrific" There was a silence, then we all exploded with laughter...



Just One Night, The Aftermath



The following takes place beginning with the morning after the events I detailed in "Just One Night". 

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The clock read 6:53 AM when I rolled over, put my arm around Laura, and pulled her close. She wiggled her butt up against me and soon the rhythm of her breathing told me she was asleep once again. I stared at her bare shoulder and the beautiful curve of her neck, but I didn't really see them. My thoughts were filled with images and thoughts about last night. I knew I wouldn't be going back to sleep. 

I felt Laura's one night of freedom had been exactly what she needed to get her out of the funk she had been in, but I wondered whether it would be enough, and more importantly, would I be able to handle it if it wasn't. I hadn't really thought past last night when I made my suggestion to her, but now with the sky brightening on the morning after I knew there would be repercussions.

Laura had told me about some of her escapades that happened in the years before we met. Married young and divorced shortly afterwards she had been single for years before she met me. Not wanting anything in the way of a serious relationship Laura's life consisted of a string of dates. She would usually date a guy up to the point he began to get serious and then she would end it and move on. As long as all they wanted to do was get out and have some fun, she was all the girl they could ask for, but the second they even hinted at a relationship, control, or heaven forbid marriage, they were out the door before they knew what had hit them. She never misled them in anyway and she was very upfront with them in terms of what she was looking for, but it seems all of them developed feelings for her at some point and wanted more. 

When she wasn't dating Laura was dancing. She loved to dance in those days and she would find herself at one club or another three or four nights a week, usually with one or two of her girlfriends. They couldn't care less if they were asked to dance or not and they would often dance among themselves. Of course, guys would always come up to them and join in, but more often than not they didn't make any headway with any of the girls. I say "more often than not" because in one of Laura's escapades things got a little crazy.

Always shy about the details I can't give you a blow-by-blow account of what happened, but one evening when we were lying in bed talking about sex after sex Laura told me about one night she hooked up with a young Air Force officer who was about to be deployed to Germany . Not only did Laura find him attractive, he also had the added appeal of having "no strings attached". According to Laura, as the night progressed she and her airman gave new meaning to the phrase "dirty dancing". In fact, things got so hot on the dance floor that one of the bouncers told them they had better clean up their act or they would be asked to leave. At that point they were both so aroused that just a few minutes later Laura was being fucked senseless over the hood of a Corvette in a secluded area of the parking lot.

Afterwards, they made their way back into the bar only to discover that Laura's friends had abandoned her while she was outside. Since they were her ride home she found herself more or less at the mercy of the young officer and he ended up screwing her mercilessly in her condo for the rest of the weekend. Her last memory of him was his finger sliding up and down her moist slit as he leaned over her and kissed her goodbye at the crack of dawn. He slipped quietly out the door and she never saw him again. To this day she has no idea what happened to him.

There were other similar incidents; although that was the only time she actually had sex at the bar. The rest followed a typical pattern of meeting someone at a club and going someplace else for sex. She told me it wasn't her habit to indulge in a one night stand, but they had happened a handful of times. Usually she just liked to flirt and dance. Sex was typically limited to whatever guy she happened to be dating. The one night stands occurred when she had been without for a while. 

The few times Laura and I talked about this kind of thing while we were having sex told me that it excited her because she always got very wet and she would orgasm quicker and stronger than usual. As such I knew that we had opened Pandora's Box last night and I didn't know what the result was going to be. I did know I was going to find out, and soon, because Laura had rolled over and was looking at me through sleepy eyes. 

"Good morning!" I said.

"Mmmmm... Good morning!"

"About last night..."

"Shhhhh..." she said. "Let me get showered and dressed. I know we need to talk, but I need a few minutes to myself to think. Why don't you go make us some coffee and something to eat and we can talk over breakfast."

"Sure. That works!" I replied as I kissed on the forehead.

I climbed out of bed, pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt, and then headed off to the kitchen. Just about the time I was plating some eggs and bacon Laura plopped herself down on a chair pulling one leg up under her as she always does. I put a plate in front of her while she was sipping on the cup of coffee I had already poured for her.

"Thank you!" she said.

"You're welcome." I replied as I sat down. 

Neither of us said anything for a few moments and both of us were pushing our food around our plates without eating much. There was more than a little tension in the air.

"Thank you." Laura said again quietly.

I knew she wasn't talking about breakfast. "You're welcome. I think."

"Last night was amazing. I haven't felt so alive in years."

"Well, that's ironic because there is part of me that feels dead inside today."

"But you told me I could do it! You were the one who suggested it all. Not me! You must have some idea what was going to happen!" she said accusingly.

"I did," I replied, "but knowing it and seeing it firsthand are two very different things."

"Then why didn't you stop me?"

"I wanted to, but I also knew it was something you needed. I also didn't know if you would stop if I did ask you." I paused for a moment looking at her. The look on her face told me I was right. "This has been bugging you a long time, hasn't it?"

"Yes."

"Would it have gone away on its own?"

"Probably not."

"Then it was something WE needed to do. The only real question is what we do now. You were already talking about doing it again last night. That was never part of the bargain."

"I know, but..."

"But what?"

"It felt so good!"

"What felt so good? The feeling of another man's cock in your hands? The feeling of another man's hands on your body?"

"No! I mean yes, all that felt good, but it was much more than that. I felt free for the first time in years!"

"Free? You aren't exactly my prisoner, you know!"

"Free. Free to react to a situation they way my body and my mind wanted to react, not the way a married woman is 'supposed' to act. It was liberating. It has no reflection on you. I love you. I truly do! This was simply me being me without all the restrictions that being married to you imply. I think it is something I need."

"So you want a divorce?"

"Absolutely not! I love you and I love the life we have built together. But there is part of me that wants something that isn't a part of that life. Last night showed me just how much I miss it."

"Did you ever think that I might miss it, too?"

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is I used to 'play' a little, too! I may not have had as many wild experiences as you, but I held my own, and I miss the excitement I used to feel when I kissed a girl for the first time, or the feelings I had when I walked into a new bedroom. In fact, there was a girl last night whose wares I would loved to have sampled. I think her name was Julie, and she was very available from the way she was behaving toward me."

"I don't remember any girl."

"That is because you were a little occupied at the time."

"Oh!"

"How would you have felt sitting at the bar watching me kiss her and feel her up a little?"

She paused for a moment while she considered this turn of events. "I'm not sure, but I don't think I would have liked it much."

"Well, now you know how I felt. I think you had better be sure before we go any further because if you are going to head down the path we are talking about then I damn well will be there doing the same as you." With that I got up and headed outside without looking back at her.

Forty minutes later I was pouring gasoline into my mower so I could cut the backyard when I saw Laura's shadow beside me. I turned and looked up at her. The sun was directly behind her so I had to squint and I couldn't really see the look on her face.

"Okay" was all she said.

"Okay what?"

"Okay. You can do it too!"

"What?" I asked as I stood up and glared at her. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. I think I am."

"So what are we talking about here? Dancing and flirting? More, like the other night? Do you want to fuck some guy? Do you want me to fuck other women?" I asked incredulously.

"I am not sure, but yeah, I think so."

"You are out of your fucking mind!" I yelled at her. "There is no way that a little 'strange' on the side is going to convince me to let you go out and whore around whenever you feel like it. No way!" 

"But we would be doing it together. It would be fair".

"Fair to you maybe, but I don't have a desire to screw another woman, not in any real sense." Besides, I thought, even if I did want to she would be getting laid at every time she went out and I knew my odds were likely more like one in ten. There was nothing fair about the situation.

"But..."

"No!" I headed back into the house and got my keys. I needed to go for a drive. I looked at her and shook my head as I walked out, but not another word was said.

The drive didn't help much, and I drove for along time, but the three beers I had down at The Bull and Finch that afternoon did calm me down a little. I called Laura around 5:00 and told her I would be home for dinner. Laura had the barbecue going when I walked in. We spent a half hour shuffling past each other in the kitchen as I grilled the steaks and she got the salad and potatoes ready. Throughout dinner the tension was palpable, but she didn't say another word to me about our discussion earlier.  

For the next few weeks nothing was said but the issue was hanging between us constantly. It was like the elephant in the room no one wanted to talk about. Laura seemed on the verge of broaching the subject with me a couple of times but each time she started the look on my face convinced her otherwise. Our sex life dwindled to almost nothing, and when we did 'do it' it was more for the sake of a physical release than it was making love. Laura's mood deteriorated until it was even worse than it was before the night I had taken her dancing. She was both restless and listless. At times she would walk around the house unable to keep her attention on anything, and I can't begin to tell you how many times I saw her sigh. It wasn't good. 

While all this was going on I was really trying to understand how I felt about the situation. I would be lying if I said that I didn't get excited when Laura would tell me about her past exploits when we were having sex. There was something about the thought of her being a sexual creature that excited me. Thinking back on her night of freedom I knew the reality of seeing this sexual creature in action was difficult for me, but now weeks later with the images less fresh in my mind it was less disturbing and more erotic. Yet, even so, I knew that I didn't want to make her 'freedom' a part of our everyday lives. That was a path I simply did not want to travel. I didn't know what to do. All I knew for sure was that I loved her with all my heart and that I did not want to lose her. Then one day, in and amongst all the other spam emails I get, there was the email that seemed to be the answer to our problem. I got a lump in my throat thinking about what doing this would mean, but I thought it was something I could live with if Laura could. 

My idea could be summed up in one word, "Hedonism".

For the next couple of weeks I began to research the resorts. The official Hedonism websites held very little meaningful information beyond a glossy brochure, but I found a number of blogs that had very detailed descriptions of a typical day-to-day vacation there. In general, I thought Hedonism sounded like it would be the right kind of place to visit, but to be honest, I wasn't all that comfortable with their whole nude or prude attitude because I really wasn't all that interested in spending the entire vacation nude. I am far from a prude, and I have often been in hot tubs while nude in a group setting, but the idea of just walking around nude all day did nothing for me so I kept looking to see if I could find what I was looking for.

In the end I settled on a less well known all-inclusive resort on the Mayan coast. It was a little less costly than others, but from what I gathered it also attracted a younger party oriented crowd as a result. I made the arrangements and got the trip booked for about six weeks out when we had planned to take a trip to Colorado for some skiing anyway.

That night I told Laura to get dressed up because I was taking her out to dinner. She brightened immediately and I wondered if she thought I was taking her out for another night of dancing and 'freedom'. An hour and forty minutes later and we were walking into La Maison, a very classy continental restaurant a mile or two from where we lived. The maitre d' escorted us to the private table I had reserved earlier. It was a booth located in a more solitary corner of the restaurant. As we passed the other patrons who were dining Laura got more than her fair of interested glances. She had worn a sheer, low cut, blue stain top and I knew she had on her favorite lacy half-bra that left her nipples exposed. They were easy to see because it was a little chilly that evening. Her black skirt, while not short, was slit nicely up one side. Whenever I saw her dressed up like this I realized just how lucky I was to have such a sexy wife, and I doubt there was a man who watched us walk by who didn't think the same thing.

After our waiter took our orders and brought us our wine I offered up a toast. "To new adventures!" I said as we clinked glasses and enjoyed our first sips of the zinfandel I had ordered. It was magnificent! 

"And what adventures might those be?" Laura asked me with a smile. "Are WE going dancing tonight?"

"Actually... No. We're not!"

"Oh..." was all she said. I could read the disappointment in her eyes.

"I have a surprise and a proposition for you." Her face brightened just a little and she looked at me quizzically. I took the ticket confirmation I had printed out earlier and handed it to her to read. 

"Cancun? Really? That is a nice surprise! But I thought you wanted to go skiing."

"I did. This just seemed more important."

"Thank you!" She smiled. "So, if that was the surprise, what is your proposition?" She let the question dangle there for a moment while she looked at me very intently. I could hear the wheels turning in her head.

"How important is this freedom thing to you?" I asked her. "Truly?"

She paused for a moment. "You know, before you let me taste it again it was just something I missed. But now... " She stopped and chose her next words. "Now it is something I want."

"What happens if I don't agree to let you have it? Would you cheat on me and do it anyway?" I asked.

"I don't know! I have been asking myself the same question the last couple of weeks. I love you very much and I don't want to hurt you, but I am beginning to feel trapped, and you know what happens when an animal gets trapped! Even a gentle animal!"

I did. They get desperate and they do what they need to do to survive. "That's what I thought." I said. "Do you think it is going to be something you need to do all the time, or just once in a while?"

"Well," she said and paused for a moment. "We have been married almost ten years and I have survived so far, so no, I don't think I would need to do it very often. I just want to be me once in a while."

I nodded because I was hoping that was what she was going to say. "Okay. Here is what I have in mind."

In the next half hour or so I told Laura what I had come up with. The premise was simple. "What happens in Cancun stays in Cancun!" While we were there we could both do what we wanted with whomever we wanted as long as everything was out in the open and we were honest with each other. I told her I didn't really want this to be her thing, but our thing. It would be an adventure. Finally, there was one thing I was very clear on. Once we came back home everything must return to normal until the next time, should we both enjoy the experience. Needless to say, she agreed.

Over the next six weeks I often wondered just what I had set myself up for, but the difference in Laura made up for any worries. She was a changed woman. The sex was incredible. She was literally insatiable, all the more so when we would talk about the trip and what might happen, but the biggest change was outside of the bedroom, and the dining room, and the stairway, and the patio! Laura had a spring in her step unlike anything I had ever seen in her before. She was alive like I hadn't seen for years! She always dressed somewhat sexy, but now there was an edge to it. An attitude! Everywhere we went she turned heads now, not because she was the most beautiful woman around, but because she thought she was.

When the day of the trip finally arrived Laura was like a six year old she was very bubbly and excited. The chemistry between us was electric and once we got on the plane we kissed and knoodled all the way to Cancun. We were more like newlyweds than the newlywed couple across the aisle.

As we began our descent it suddenly struck me that it was all about to begin. Laura was about to enjoy the freedom she craved so much. My stomach did a few flip flops as I thought about the things she might do. I turned and looked at Laura intently for a few seconds. She could tell something was going through my mind.

"What?" she asked.

"Let's just take it slow. Okay?"

"Slow?"

"Look," I said. "I know why we are here, and I am buying into it, but this is still something I am struggling with a little. Let's just go slow and see what happens. Okay?"

Laura smiled, squeezed my hand, and kissed my on the cheek. "It will be okay! We are going to have a ball."

"Okay." I agreed a little nervously. I knew at least one of us was going to have a ball. I was pretty sure it wasn't going to be me. And the truth be known, I had no idea what we were in for over the few days. If I had known I wonder if I would have even gotten off the plane.

The rest of our first day was relatively uneventful. We landed in the early afternoon and by the time we cleared customs, collected our luggage, and located the bus to the resort it was only 2:00 o'clock. We had a pleasant surprise when we were told that we were assigned to a limousine instead of the bus by the driver who checked our names on his list. When we climbed into the back of the nearby limo there were already two other couples on board sipping champagne. They told us there was still one other couple we were waiting for, so Laura and I poured ourselves a glass of bubbly and proceeded to introduce ourselves. Forty five minutes and three glasses of champagne later we were all talking like old friends and having a great time. We were almost disappointed when the last couple finally showed up, but when they pulled out a bottle of tequila to share our disappointment was short lived.