0 comments/ 27454 views/ 0 favorites A Chance Meeting By: Bubba402001 I can see it in my mind as if it were yesterday. Which it wasn't that long ago really. I was walking along the beach shortly before sunset. It had been a long day at the office and it was the weekend and time to relax. First a little about me I am 5' 7" tall, have long blonde hair down to almost my waist, green eyes, and a tan all over. I try to lay out and sun every weekend if possible and love to lay out nude. I am not petite but I am not big either. I am stuck in the middle here I weigh around 155 pounds and have breast that still stand up well considering I am in my early 40's.. Any way back to my walk on the beach. I was walking toward my favorite spot at the far end of the beach, it is a small outcropping of rocks kind of secluded away from the rest of the beach. As I got to the edge of the rocks I started around them and froze in my tracks. I was not the only one here. I backed up a little so I couldn't be seen I wanted to survey the situation first before walking on around there. Laying on his stomach was a man, a naked man... He looks to be about 6 foot 2 or 3 inches tall, and obviously likes to tan all over too. He was broad across the shoulders, his hair falling along his back, it is thrown over on one shoulder, it is a dark blonde looks like it would be darker if not for all the sun it gets. His back gives way to a wonderful looking ass. It is well shaped, the kind you just want to reach out and hold in your hands. His legs are long and muscled. I realize I am starting to fantasize about what it would be like to see more of him. I can feel my nipples harden a little at the thought of seeing the other side of this man. I look around to make sure we are alone there. Wouldn't want someone walking up and catching me studying this fine specimen of a man. Once I know we are alone for sure I go back to checking him out. My eyes go back to his ass and the way it turns down at his legs. His legs slightly spread but from this angle I can't see enough there. He starts to stir and move about. Slowly almost as if he feels he is being watched he turns over. The sand speckles his chest as I can see it trapped in the fine hair that lightly covers his chest. He looks around and then settles back down to sun some more. Good he didn't see me, I didn't want to be found staring at him. My eyes slowly follow the light trail of hair that runs down the center of his tight muscled stomach. Then I see his flaccid manhood laying across a soft looking mat of brown hair as its head lays on his stomach. It has sand on it and it sparkles in the sun as it is starting to set. The sand must be bothering him though as he reaches for it and starts to brush it off. I feel my heart beat faster as he lifts it and rubs along the shaft loosening the sand that has stuck there when he was laying on it. I have never really watched a man touch himself in such a way. It is almost erotic the way he is so soft with his touch, he reaches down and swipes his hand across his balls to remove the sand from there too. My goodness my mind just know registers the fact that his balls are shaved. And they look so big as he cleans the sand from them. Again I look around to see if we are alone here. As I look back to him he now has the shaft in his hand again this time taking the sand from off the head. The whole picture in front of me has started to make me very horny. I haven't had time to spend going out lately with business and all. I guess I didn't realize just how much I needed to be satisfied. I feel my fingers starting to stroke the skin between my breast as I watch him. He is still trying to get the sand off it looks like, then I notice it is starting to swell and get longer in his hand. I realize then that he is enjoying his own touch as I am starting to enjoy mine. His fingers wrapping around his shaft starting to make little small stroking motions along it. My fingers now have found my nipples and are softly pinching and rubbing them. His hand now goes down and caresses his balls, cupping them in his hand rolling them around. His other hand touches his nipple as he lets out a small gasp and his cock jumps a little on its own. It is starting to raise off his body as it stiffens. Still hovering over his stomach though as it lengthens and hardens. His hand grabbing the base and squeezing it as he pulls it up and runs his hand the full length of it. It must be about 6 or 7 inches long and so thick that his hand has a large gap between his fingers when closed around it. He is starting to enjoy it more because I can hear him moan as he is stroking it . I am watching the skin pull up around the head when he goes up on it and the head swell and tighten when he pulls down. My fingers now on one hand are starting to trail over my tummy as I reach to feel myself also. I open my wrap so that I can have better access to myself. I reach inside my bikini bottoms and run my fingers over my mound. Feeling the rush of my touch my clit stands up and starts to swell with the anticipation of being stroked and touched. He is starting to stroke faster now and he is pinching his nipple like I am mine. His hand moving and squeezing the shaft. He then runs his fingers up and rubs the head in the palm of his hand and I notice the precum that is there when he pulls back down to his shaft. his body is starting to tense as I can tell he is close to cumming. Then my fingers find my clit and I squeeze it and then dip my fingers down to bring moisture up to my clit from where I have started to slowly flow. My juices starting to flow out and the cloth in my bottoms is wet. As I run my fingers up along my clit on both sides of it and then squeeze, I feel it is trapped between them and it throbs from the touch. I stroke it as I watch him stroke faster now his hand almost a blur as he is going so fast. His head is swelling so big it makes me want to wrap my lips around it and feel it in my mouth. With that thought I let a moan escape my lips and he stops suddenly and looks my way. He has heard me over the waves, I must have been louder then I thought. His eyes search the rocks looking for me then I can tell he has seen me. He says "you might as well come out, so I can see you too since you have seen all of me." With that I slowly walk around the rocks. I tell him I am sorry for spying and will leave if he wants me too. He motions for me to sit beside him on the sand. As I sit he is looking me up and down. Then he says "I see you have been watching awhile." I tell him "not long" which he replies " long enough to get a wet spot yourself." I blush now realizing I have been caught. I tell him "I have never seen a man stroke himself in such obvious pleasure before." As I look down he is still about half hard and there is a lot of precum leaking out. I slowly reach for his cock and he doesn't say a word. He just lays back and lets out a small moan. I run my hand over the head and make my hand slick from the precum and then start to stroke him like he was himself just minutes earlier. My little hand looks so small wrapped around his cock, it is swelling and hardening fast as I give it the attention it needs. The head swelling up again and turning a nice shade of purple as I feel it throbbing in my hand like my clit was earlier. My pussy feels like it is on fire from the rubbing earlier and not being able to finish. But for now I feel I must finish what he so badly needed to finish minutes ago. With that I dip my head down and slowly lick the head and taste his precum. I am not a real big fan of the taste but his is sweet as well as salty so I think I can do this. With that I open my lips and suck him into my mouth and swallow all of him I can. He is so thick it is hard to get far down. His head and about and 2 inches is all that will fit. But I start to swirl my head in little circles running my tongue under the head. Feeling him suck in his breath as I lick all around it while I suck My other hand going down to caress his balls. Feeling the bare skin on his balls, I know I must lick them too. I pull off his cock and slowly lick down it toward his balls and as I take them in my mouth one at a time he moans even louder. His cock bouncing in the air as I lick and suck on his balls. Sensing that he is close I slip back up and take it in my mouth again and let it slip back till it just touches my throat. Causing him to spasm and jerk. My hand stroking what won't fit in my mouth and my mouth moving over him. I feel him start to tense up and hear him say if I keep going he is going to cum. So I suck even harder to bring it out of him and his body jerks and shakes as I feel the cum start to swell up the shaft and the head swell as it shoots out onto my tongue. I try to swallow as fast as I can but he is cumming so hard that I can't keep up and it dribbles out the corner of my mouth. He finally starts to slow down and his body lays still as I clean him up with my mouth. finally popping it out of my mouth as it goes down some. Wiping it up from my mouth with my finger and licking it clean too. He slowly opens his eyes and focuses on me and tells me that was incredible. He says now it is his turn to return the favor. Thank God he wants to return it, I never even thought about it when I did him. I hadn't even ask him if he wanted me to do that I just did it. He slowly lays me down and pulls my wrap back to expose my body. He slides my top off my breast so that he can see what there is there. He see a large set of C cup breast with hard tight nipples is what he sees. As he slowly leans over to kiss me I feel his breath across my lips and then he touches my lips in a kiss that leaves me panting and wanting more. His lips exploring mine and his tongue sneaking out to touch my lips and invite my tongue out to play. As our tongues meet he pushes his tongue gently into my mouth just a little to tease me then I return the kiss and explore his mouth for a moment. While he is kissing me his strong hand is on my breast caressing it and cupping it. Feeling the weight in his hand like he wants to make sure he is not imagining things. His mouth then slowly starts its journey toward my breast. He kisses over my throat and stops to lick and nip at the soft skin there before moving on. He finds his way down to my breast and starts to lick around the outside edge working inward softly toward the nipple causing me to strain toward his mouth try to hurry him into taking the nipple there. His hand cupping my breast he finally gets to the nipple and I feel his mouth close on it as he sucks as much of my breast in as he can. His tongue flattening out and licking slowly over the tip of my nipple. Till I feel the tip of his tongue flip off the end of my nipple causing it to vibrate and harden even more. His other hand going down my body till it is over my mound rubbing me through the material of my bottoms. I can feel him pushing the cloth inside my lips and rubbing my slit causing me to get even wetter. His mouth starting to trail lower now working toward my pussy. He stops at my belly button to kiss and lick around it teasing me for just a moment before moving down. His mouth closing over my mound as he kisses me through the material. I can feel his breath going through the cloth and burning into my flesh. I feel his tongue slide along the side of my leg along the edge of my suit. He stops to tug at them with his teeth trying to pull them down. Finally he is done playing and reaches up and pulls them down as I raise my ass to let him slip them off. He pushes them off my legs and then parts my legs and settles in to lick me like I need to be licked. I can feel his tongue licking along the top of my mound slipping gently into my slit. The tip of his tongue parting my slit as it slides lower toward my hole. Causing me to squirm and wiggle try to hurry him. I need to feel the release that has been building since watching him touch himself. His tongue locks in on my hole and slips in as far as it can go. When that doesn't seem far enough for him he pulls my lips apart with his fingers and then has me put my feet on his shoulders so that I am opened up to him. From here he can probe deeply into me with his tongue. I feel it sink into me tasting me as he swirls it around inside me making me shake from the pressure that is building inside. I can feel my first orgasm starting to gather rapidly in my tummy radiating outward starting to consume my whole body. As I feel it starting to take over he must to because he suddenly sucks my clit into his mouth and bites down on the base of it and sucks hard as he flicks his tongue right across the tip. My body responds with convulsions and I feel my orgasm explode from within me. God I need to feel this. I hear my moans and light screams of passion as he continues to suck and lick causing my clit to throb and pulse as I shiver from the pleasure he is giving me. As my body starts to slow down he doesn't let up he continues to suck and lick at my clit then he slips three fingers into me and starts to stroke me. The feeling of his fingers filling me and his mouth pleasing me starts the feeling of impending orgasm all over again. My body responding to this man I don't even know. That I believe is part of the excitement. God he knows how to use those fingers as he bends them just right to catch my g-spot and cause me to go into another orgasm. God I have never come this quick again before, I love it. He bites down harder on my clit causing me to scream out in pleasure -pain. As my orgasm still courses thru me I feel him slip up between my legs and run his cock thru my slit getting himself wet so that he can give me what I really want. I feel him start to slide his cock inside me. The head slowly slipping in and god it feels good I need to have someone fill me. To feel my body and mind be taken to places it hasn't felt for awhile. As he slides all the way into me I feel him stretch me, causing the walls of my pussy to squeeze him tightly as he tries to pull out a little I try to keep him inside me as long as I can. I can hear the wave crashing in around the rocks as the tide comes in. Our bodies starting to rock in a rhythm with each other. He raises my legs till he has a hold of my ankles and is starting to pump into me harder driving in as I feel his balls slapping hard against my ass. As he drives in his cock rubs down across my clit with each stroke he makes. My clit responds by throwing me into my next orgasm. My muscles squeezing him harder and causing him to moan and comment on the tightness. Saying that it feels like I am trying to break it in half I am squeezing so hard. My body spasms below him as he keeps slamming into me with all he has to give. I can feel him bumping the back wall of my pussy with the head. When my body starts to calm a little from the orgasm he brought forth he says to turn over he want to do it from behind. With that I turn over on all fours and he positions himself behind me and slips his cock into me with one easy full stroke. Now I can feel the water lapping at our feet as we continue to make love on the secluded end of the beach. It is now dark and we are in the moonlight making love. He grabs my hips and starts to thrust deep inside me pulling me into him as he drives forward. Our bodies slapping together as we are both starting to sweat now. It feels so good to be filled to the point of almost overflowing. His body starts to shake and his strokes get more powerful and shorter. He is close I can tell from the way his head is swelling inside me. He reaches around and rubs my clit as we rock with the rhythm of two wild animals. His body screaming for release as well as mine. He squeezes my clit and I feel myself slip into that wonderful state of bliss that only an earth shattering orgasm can cause. I scream out I am cumming ,he drives me forward and buries himself in me as deep as he can get. His cock expanding and the head feels like it is going to explode inside me as I feel his cum wash over the inside of me as it shoots forth from his cock. Feeling it pulse inside me pushes me the final edge of my orgasm and I fall forward bringing him with me as we both lay in a state of total contentment. His cock still buried in me as we catch our breath. The water now almost reaching our waists when it rushes in. Feeling cool and helping to relax us after the energy we have spent. He rolls off me and holds me in his arms were I fall asleep staring up at the stars feeling totally spent and happy. When I awake he is gone. I look around and wonder if it was just a dream or did I really make love to a stranger. I then see a heart drawn in the sand by my head with the words Thank You written inside it. I believe I will come back here a lot more often now. A Chance Meeting Jeff was having the worst day of his life. After being fired from his job he went home only to discover that his roommate had a girl over. The tie on the doorknob was his cue to beat it. Oh well, he thought, I could use a good beer anyway. While making his way through the busy streets, Jeff noticed some posters advertising the Britney Spears concert on the fifteenth. In two days, he thought. Imagine being that rich. Travelling all over the world and making money for singing a bunch of shitty pop tunes didn’t sound that bad. “Just hilarious,” he thought to himself, “She does nothing and gets millions. I work my ass off and get fired!” Still thinking about the attractive singer, Jeff ran into a stranger and nearly knocked her down. “I am so sorry,” he apologised. “I’m so clumsy! I was lost in my thoughts and I didn’t even see you. Are you all right?” It was then that Jeff noticed something peculiar about this woman. She had a baseball cap pulled low over her face and wore large, black sunglasses. Jeff could only tell that it was a woman he was talking to because of the long, blonde hair that leaked out from under her cap. She muttered something about being fine and that it was her fault and started to walk away but Jeff was persistent. “I can’t just let you go off without properly apologising. Tell you what, I was just heading for the Black Tavern and I would gladly buy you a drink. Unless you’re busy, of course…” When she didn’t answer Jeff held out his hand and introduced himself, “I’m Jeff.” After casting a furtive glance around she shook his hand. “I’m Britney.” * * * * Jeff and Britney were sitting in a dimly lit corner of the tavern. She had not removed her hat and glasses but that was all right with Jeff. Sitting across from her, he could not help but be attracted to his new acquaintance. Now that she had unzipped her jean jacket, Jeff could see Britney’s large breasts pushing against her tight T-shirt. Part of his mind was in the conversation and the other was contemplating ways of ripping off her clothes and fucking her savagely. Britney was also being drawn in by her new friend. She couldn’t help but feel as though she had known Jeff her entire life. She felt so unexplainably comfortable with him. It had been such a long time since Britney had had a good fuck and she was getting extremely horny. “Listen Jeff, I’m only in town for the Britney Spears concert and I was wondering if you would like to come back to my hotel room with me,” with that she removed her sunglasses and baseball cap to reveal who she really was. “Oh my god!” Jeff almost choked on his beer. “You’re Britney Spears!” After his initial shock Jeff realised that he was probably making Britney uncomfortable. “I know we just met Britney but if you’re as horny as I am then let’s not wait for the hotel. Follow me.” Jeff stood up and calmly walked into the women’s bathroom where they were not likely to be interrupted by the all-male customers of the dirty, old tavern. No one but Britney seemed to notice Jeff’s departure. She in turn walked into the rarely used women’s bathroom without being missed. The bathroom was one of the dirtiest places either of them had ever set foot in. A row of stalls faced a row of sinks in the brightly lit room. Cracked and unwashed mirrors sat on the wall above the sinks The florescent lights were a stark contrast to the dim lights of the bar and illuminated many cobwebs and a floor that hadn’t been moped in years. (Seriously, no exaggeration.) All these things, however, did not deter the two. Britney and her new lover locked lips in a frenzied kiss as Jeff ripped off the jean jacket and cupped Britney’s firm breasts in his hands. He had dreamed of doing this so many times. After an eternity of wet tongues and soft lips, Jeff pried himself away from the superstar. He slowly slid the tight shirt over Britney’s beautiful, blonde head and watched in amazement as her perky tits came into view. Jeff sucked on her beautiful breasts feverishly, flicking his tongue over her erect nipples every so often. Britney hadn’t been touched like this for a long time. She could feel her vagina tingling with anticipation as Jeff’s tongue slowly trailed downwards. He popped the button of her tight jeans open and undid the zipper. He now reached into Britney’s damp, black, satin panties and slowly brushed her pubic hair. Britney’s clit was on fire. She wanted Jeff to ravage her but he was only tormenting her with his slow, deliberate moves. She was breathing hard now, her ample chest heaving with every breath. When she could no longer stand it she let out a frustrated squeal and thrust her own hand down to her pussy. Jeff was quick to stop her though. He held both her wrists tightly as he savagely whispered in her ear. “Do you want my cock? Is that what you’re after? Do you want me to fuck you long and hard?” “Yes,” came a soft response. “I can’t hear you Miss Spears!” “YES! I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me right here in this dirty bathroom. Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before!” Jeff let go of Britney’s wrists and stepped back. With one swift move threw off his T-shirt to expose his muscular body. Britney admired his heavy biceps, his smooth chest and abs. Next he slid out of his pants and boxers, letting his penis spring free from its cotton prison. She could not help but moan softly as she rubbed herself inside her underwear. She had never wanted a man so badly in her life. Jeff came over and freed the pop princess of her sneakers and pants. He then ripped the black panties from their owner with a tear. She did not care that her underwear was ruined, all she cared about was feeling his manhood inside her body. The young man roughly grabbed her smooth ass and pulled her toward him. He placed the very tip of his member inside her outer walls, and then with one powerful thrust he unceremoniously inserted himself in her dripping twat. Jeff drove himself deep into her tight, young pussy. His grunt of satisfaction was met with her gasp of relief. Finally, Britney was being entered. Jeff withdrew an inch or two, then hammered back into her. Over and over he thrust his erect penis into Britney Spears’ wet vagina. Nothing had ever felt so good. Over and over her muffled squeals of pleasure could be heard The diva could feel her orgasm building with every deep penetration. Her gasps increased in speed, matching Jeff’s faster pumping. Her tits were bouncing wildly as he continued to grip her round ass tightly. And then, with a feeling of release, she had her orgasm. Her whole body twitched and shuddered in pure bliss as the orgasm wracked her very being. This is what Justin had never been able to do. He had wanted to find a “soulmate” when all Britney had ever wanted was a good fuck. Jeff was not quite finished with the superstar. He had one more thing to teach her. He removed his rock-hard erection from the depths of her pussy and asked her if she had ever done anal. “No, please don’t! I’m not ready,” she begged, although secretly she wanted to experience what others had never done to her. Jeff roughly turned the singer around so that she was facing one of the mirrors. He forced her to lean over and grab the counter. His cock still covered in Britney Spears’ pussy juices; he placed it on her asshole, grabbed her hips and commanded her to spread her long silky legs, now covered in sweat. “Do it you little bitch! It will only hurt if you don’t co-operate.” As she did, his penis entered a few inches into her opening but was met with a squeal of pain. Her ass was gripping him tightly, prohibiting any further penetration. Nevertheless, Jeff forced his way through her tight ass until he was mostly in. The pain was unbearable. This was absurd, she was Britney Spears, dammit. An international superstar didn’t need to be anally raped in a dirty bar. “All right,” Jeff panted, “maybe you’re not ready. Relax your ass so I can get out.” Britney was only happy to oblige. She suspiciously loosened her ass for Jeff to remove himself. To her relief, he was indeed pulling out but at the last moment, taking advantage of her trust, he quickly thrust himself back inside until he touched the very end of the tunnel. His scrotum slapped against her clit and before she could react, it happened twice more. Jeff ‘s hips and buttocks were a blur as he drove himself inside the world-famous ass over and over. In the mirror, Britney’s tits were jumping out of control until Jeff reached out and grabbed them fiercely. He was no longer being gentle with her fine breasts. Britney was no longer fighting his entries. She was loving every moment of ass-pounding action. Once again she was nearing orgasm. Her muffled cries of pain and pleasure were now full-blown screams. Jeff grabbed her wet, sweaty hair and pulled her head up so that she could see the reflection of the abuse she was taking. She then came, her pussy overflowing, as it had last time, with love juices. Jeff slowed his pumps. He was almost spent but he needed to ejaculate. Britney’s screams of “Cum in my ass!” drowned out his own panting. All she wanted from him was to feel his hot seamen inside of her but Jeff pulled out of her ass. He turned her around again and pushed her down to her knees. Expecting to suck him dry, Britney Spears was shocked to feel his hot load on her face. Squirt after squirt landed on her delicate features until Jeff was done. He then quietly got dressed. When she approached him he roughly pushed her away and said, “Think of this as karma,” and exited the bathroom. Naked, covered in a stranger’s seamen, the superstar looked around the dirty bathroom for her clothes, only to realise they were gone. Used and humiliated, she sat in the bathroom. A Chance Meeting This is the sequel to "The Darkroom". There were no words to do justice to her preoccupation. She would lose herself in the memory of her encounter, the world of academia around her dissolving into a passionate darkness. Her eyes would grow glassy at dinners with her friends, promptings of "Ciara? Houston, we have lost Ciara!" jolting her back to the conversations. Her classes were automatic, routines of writing and studying that she accomplished without the benefit of conscious attention. She was a wreck. And yet she was so enraptured that she barely noticed. Her mind lingered on the sound of his breathing over her shoulder, her body electrified at the memory of his touch. She trembled as he entered her in memory, his thrusts endlessly repeated in the confines of her imagination. She told no one of her time in the darkroom, how exhilarating it had been to let a strange man fuck her. Surely no one had the context to understand what she felt. ********************** Slipping on her bathrobe after a long shower, she luxuriated in the sensation of terry cloth against skin. She met her own eyes in the mirror, a tiny smile playing about the corners of her lips. She liked the way she looked, her long black hair tousled and damp, her green eyes intense and aware. She was comfortable with herself in a manner that belied her twenty years. She very nearly brained a tall, well-built young man with the bathroom door as she exited, lost as ever in her thoughts. He jumped back, chuckling softly. And then their eyes met, and they both knew what the other also knew... "It's you." Time froze. She swept her eyes over him, taking him in. He was undeniably handsome, and he held himself with a quiet confidence that mirrored hers, but it was his eyes that were positively enrapturing. They were a brown so dark that it bordered on black, and though they were as wide as saucers there was no fear in them. Saying not a word, she memorized his features and turned around, her movement smooth but her hands shaking. She walked purposefully back to her room, closing the door behind her and leaning against it for a long time. ********************** His name was Simon. He lived alone two floors above her. She mulled this over as she placed the student photo directory back on the shelf over her desk. How many minutes had she stared at his image, her hair drying as it fell about her shoulders? How could she have missed meeting this man with the piercing eyes before now? She felt the reverie of the past weeks slip from her. Taking a sheet of paper, she wrote a note in neat script. I will be on the top floor of the library at 6:00 tonight. If you need a signal to recognize me, I will be wearing a blue dress. –Ciara She had his room number. Excitement pulsed through her as she folded the note and rose to dress for her day of classes. ********************** Night was falling as she leaned against the balcony, her hair blowing out before her. The breeze had turned cool and a shiver went through her body. Today had taken an eternity to pass. She was outwardly calm and collected, but inside she buzzed with excitement. She had changed into an elegant dress before walking to the library. The fabric caressed her, hugging her curves like a lover. Looking like this made her feel seductive, dangerous, and excited. Presently Simon came and stood beside her. And as their eyes met again, she smiled. "I'm glad you came," she said, calm and confident. He smiled back, is face glowing. She drank him in: his body, encased in a gray sweater and black pants, was beautifully formed. He had an air of intensity about him that captivated her, drew her to him. Without realizing it, she took his hand and pulled him closer to her. "Thank you for earlier," she whispered, her ear pressed against his chest. He embraced her gently. "I haven't thought of anything else since then," he murmured. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them she saw another man standing there. He was dressed identically to Simon, and looked rather similar. Simon's hair was straight and this man's was curly, and the stranger wore a pair of glasses. And, wonder of wonders, his eyes were the same. She glanced up at Simon and raised her eyebrows. "This is Derek, Ciara," Simon said slowly. "We already have plans for tonight, but you're welcome to join us." This day had been beyond astonishing. She just smiled and held out a hand to Derek. He kissed it and the three headed for the stairs. ********************** The light of a dozen candles cast flickering light over her room, illuminating their increasingly bare skin. Her body tingled with electricity as they removed her dress, leaving her standing in the middle of the room clad only in her bra and panties. The sight of her red silk underwear made Derek and Simon move a little faster. Derek kissed her, nibbling her lower lip as she ground her body against him. She ran her fingers over his hardness, feeling it throb through his pants. She felt a kiss on the back of her neck from Simon and turned around to find him already naked, rock-hard and ready. She gasped as she drank in his body, thrusting her face to his and kissing him passionately. The head of his cock rubbed against her panties, hard as steel. She felt her bra fall to the floor as Derek deftly undid the clasp and slid his hands slowly over her bare back. She closed her eyes and moaned as she felt her nipples trail over Simon's chest, the feeling of skin on skin electrifying. She pushed him back towards her bed, licking her lips lightly as their gazes met. Simon closed his eyes as he lay back on her bed, Ciara sitting beside him with Derek on her other side. Simon gasped and shuddered as her warm, wet mouth engulfed the head of his cock. She moaned slowly, the vibrations traveling down his shaft as her tongue caressed it. As she leaned further over him, his cock never leaving her mouth, she felt Derek slip a finger inside her panties. She moaned around Simon's cock again as his fingertip found her clit, rubbing and making her drip with excitement. Slipping her panties off, he began licking her with his strong tongue. She pushed back, whispering, "Yes... eat my pussy..." Simon ran his finger through her hair as she returned to sucking at his cock, whispering to her not to stop. Derek withdrew his mouth, saying, "Are you ready for us, Ciara?" She nodded, raising her head and kissing both of them. "I need you so badly. Fuck me as hard as you can," she said. She reached her hand down to Derek's cock, feeling it leak precum onto her hand. She rubbed up and down his shaft, making it slippery. His jaw dropped. She lowered her mouth to Derek's cock. His head was even larger than Simon's, and she rubbed her lips against it before taking it into her mouth. Taking her ankles in his hands, Simon spread her legs, exposing her wet pussy to him. She thrust backward, needing his cock inside her. Simon bent over her, his slippery cock barely touching her lower lips. "Do you want me, Ciara?" he asked, kissing her back. She moaned and spoke around the cock in her mouth. "Yes... yes, god damn it... fuck me, Simon!" He slid his cock inside her slowly, his head and veins making delicious friction against her inner walls. She gasped and sucked Derek harder as Simon began to fuck her, picking up speed quickly. He began slamming into her, his balls slapping against her clit as his shaft invaded her. She reached an arm back and he kissed her fingertips gently, never slowing his powerful hip thrusts. Derek withdrew from her mouth after a time, leaning down and kissing her lips. Their bodies were soaked with sweat, their breathing frantic and gasping. Ciara's mouth moved in a constant symphony of moans as she thrust her hips back, hard, against Simon's huge cock. She came suddenly, unexpectedly, her pussy milking at Simon as she stifled her moans in the sheets. Derek smiled knowingly at Simon and then bent down to speak into her ear. "We have another trick up our sleeves, Ciara," he teased, licking her earlobe. She smiled. "Do it, just as long as you don't stop fucking me," she replied. "Only for a moment," he promised, smiling as well. Simon pulled out of her and Derek deftly maneuvered underneath her body. He ran his hand over his cock before sliding inside of her, filling her once again. Their mouths met hungrily and his hands were everywhere, on her back, her breasts, her face, her hair, and her clitoris. Then she felt Simon's cockhead nudge the opening of her ass, pushing ever so slightly. She heard him snap shut a bottle of lubricant – had he been carrying lube this whole time? She had had anal sex twice before and definitely understood the value of muscle relaxation. Derek thrust into her pussy powerfully and evenly, her juices running down his shaft and onto his hips. Bit by bit, Simon worked himself into her ass. Her eyes were screwed shut with pleasure as she felt herself stretched like never before. She gave herself, totally, to the lusts of her men, feeling them pushing against her inner skin and making delicious friction. And slowly, Simon began thrusting as well, his lubricated cock stretching her to the limit. The two men quickly coordinated their movements so that both were pushing into her at once. Each time they did, she had to muffle a scream of pleasure by entwining her tongue with Derek's. Their bodies moved faster and faster as they all neared orgasm. Simon came first, touching off a chain reaction of orgasms as his cum flooded into her ass. He pulled out and shot cum over her lower back, crying out as his cock pulsed and erupted. Ciara and Simon came in synchrony, her pussy contracting around his cock as it pumped her full of sperm. She had never had so much cum inside her. She was utterly drained, her head falling against Derek's heaving chest as a contented smile played about her lips. Derek craned his neck up and kissed her cheek, and Simon kissed the other. Tenderly, the men covered her with a blanket as she lay back in bed. Unable to help herself, she fell asleep almost immediately, her body completely exhausted. She never noticed as they quietly dressed themselves, blew out the candles, exchanged a few whispered words, and let themselves out of her darkened room. A Chance Meeting She woke from a fitful sleep and for the thousandth time wondered what the hell she had gotten herself into. She tried to stretch her legs. The dog crate He had put her in was too small for her to straighten them but it was worth a try. Her arms were handcuffed behind her back and were too numb to hurt anymore. She ran over Him in her mind searching for the clue she had missed. Something in His behavior or looks that would have told her he was a nut case but again came up with nothing. Tall, well built, intelligent, good looking, polite...nothing to set off her alarm bells. She had bumped into Him at the club while waiting for her friend to show up and when she'd had a little too much to drink and the friend never materialized had gratefully accepted His offer of a ride home. She was beginning to doubt she'd ever see her apartment again but damned if she'd go easily. She'd fight Him every step of the way. The dog stirred on his carpet and raising his leg started to lick himself. She got the feeling he resented her kicking him out of his kennel. In the distance she thought maybe she heard the sound of the garage door. O please no...She wasn't up to the struggle yet...give her some more time! In confirmation of her worst fears the dog jumped up and stood whining at the door obviously thrilled to be able to greet the Master. Argh! She would NOT use that name for Him! And then walked in her nightmare incarnate. He opened the door whistling what could only be described as a happy tune and stopped to give the dog a good scratching. She'd always thought a man who liked animals couldn't be all bad...live and learn... Finally He walked over to her... "Well, well fancy meeting you here" Good thing she was caged or she would have bit Him. "Ready for some exercise? I love weekends don't you?" "Fuck You!" perhaps not her most eloquent but it was heart felt. "No pet, we'll get to that but what's your rush? We have to get to know each other. So many games to play and a whole four day weekend to enjoy. But first let's get you out of there." As He unlocked the door and helped her struggle out she contemplated ways to hurt Him and came up empty. She was too stiff and with her arms bound she doubted she'd even be steady on her feet never mind dangerous. He left her on her knees but at least she could straighten out her back. She'd just gotten her feet under her and started to stand when He slapped her. Her head snapped back and she hit the floor, hard, not even making an attempt to catch herself. She hadn't even seen it coming. Dazed she still flinched when He pulled her off the floor and back on to her knees. "You seem to be having some memory problems this morning pet. I told you last night. You are not to stand unless I tell you to. Your place is on your knees." He gently lifted her chin and examined the red hand shaped mark He had left as she searched for something scathing to say. Silence seemed her best option and for once caution got the best of her bitchy nature. "Mmmmmm....you look wonderful in red." He yanked her up by her hair [note to self: shave head if you ever get out of here] and rubbed her face against the buldge at His crotch. "Now see what you've done? You'll have to pay for that I'm afraid. But to tell you the truth I was going to beat you anyway so I'm going to have to come up with something more interesting. Don't worry I'm sure I can come up with a way for you to make it up to Me." Finally she found her voice. "i have to pee" This time she saw the hand coming and braced herself. She didn't fall but her head snapped back so hard she saw stars. [Sigh]" OK we'll start from the beginning since you are obviously having memory problems. You will address me as Master. You will ask politely when you need something; you will keep your eyes down at all times and remain on your knees until given permission to rise. Any questions?" Her eyes were tearing and for the first time in her life she felt FEAR not the alarm from last night, she'd been too drunk to be really scared but Fear. Capital "F". This man was a lunatic and he sounded like this wasn't just a game He was playing but a way of life....With new eyes she looked around her. This wasn't a bedroom; it was a built like a prison. No that wasn't right. It was built like a dungeon. Manacles, trapeze, cages. O my god, He was going to keep her here! Instead of screaming, for some reason she felt a sense of calm fill her. She had to keep her mind together. Watch Him. Learn how to please Him or she'd never leave this place. She knew that now. She was smarter than Him she could do this. But first things first... "Please Master, i need to pee". "Poor little pet, you have to pee? Well your timing is good I have to pee too [soft laugh]. A firm hand in her hair dragged her to her feet but he kept her bent over as they walked to the short hallway she'd seen last night. At the end was a very comfortably sized bathroom with a sunken tub. For some reason though He marched her right past the toilet and into the shower. She started to protest that she REALLY had to go but thought better of it when she saw the shower. Large enough for three maybe even four, there were benches lining the sides and a series of manacles attached to one wall! The first was high enough that she'd be on tiptoe to reach it, the second was in the middle and lower down was what looked like a metal collar. Her stressed out brain had just registered it when He pushed her to her knees and clamped it around her throat. She was now kneeling against the wall facing Him. He stepped back with a smile and said "Go ahead pet". "Go ahead what?" The look on His face made her rephrase the question... "Go ahead and what Master?" "Go ahead and pee" Dumbly..."Where Master?" "Right here pet, I want to watch" "i can't pee here [shaking her head and totally oblivious to the fact that she'd forgotten His title] and certainly NOT with You watching." "Then You don't have to pee badly enough I guess. Perhaps you need a drink first?" With that, His hands [ she remembered admiring them the night before because of their strength] clamped down on her jaw forcing her mouth open. He popped in what felt like a mouth guard keeping her teeth from closing and buckled it behind her head. She shook her head trying to dislodge it, fought against it with her tongue trying to push it out of her mouth but after a few minutes gave it up as impossible. Her panic rising again she started to cry and make almost incoherent begging noises. With this thing in her mouth she was totally open and she was afraid she knew what was coming. She watched with horror as He unzipped His pants and pulled out His cock. "I hope you're thirsty" One hand closed in her hair again holding her head steady and the other aimed His cock in the general direction of her face. The stream hit her in the chin and then washed up into her mouth. She spit and gagged fighting not to swallow any of the disgusting stuff but wasn't totally successful. The taste was salty and slightly greasy and she could feel it pouring over her chest and breasts. Finally He was empty and He let her go and stepped back. She was shaking with humiliation. "Well?" he asked. "feel like going yet?" Her gut reaction was no! But then she was afraid of what else He might think of so she closed her eyes and tried to relax her bladder. After all what was the point of fighting? She was already covered in piss she might as well be comfortable. Finally she felt her own warm fluid slide down her thighs and puddle around her knees. He just left her there for a few minutes enjoying the sound of her crying. Her head hanging down He thought she made a beautiful picture while He stroked Himself through His pants. She was going to be magnificent when He was done training her... * * * She was almost done with the shower floor when it suddenly dawned on her that she was not tied or chained and instead of running for the hills she was calmly cleaning up his mess. He must have seen the change in her because he commented from his post by the door "Don't even think about it." But that was exactly what she was doing. Last night she'd been too drunk to fight and he'd kept her chained since, but with her hands free she knew she could hurt him. The question was if she could hurt him bad enough to let her get away. OK think...she purposely let her body relax and went back to scrubbing the floor. He helped by pointing out spots she may have missed. From his vantage point he could admire her body. Her ass was truly beautiful. Rounded just the way he liked it. And the way her breasts swung as she cleaned was causing his dick to stir again. Too soon, too soon. He didn't want to wear himself out so early in the game. But boy did she look submissive. She hadn't raised her head once to even look at him and the few times he stepped close to her she had flinched away. "Deep breath buddy" he said to himself..."You've got all weekend" As she finished her job he lifted the new collar he had bought for her from the countertop. It was leather and locked into place with a small heart shaped lock. The matching leash completed her outfit. She wouldn't be needing clothes for a while. "Come here pet, I've got something for you" She crawled to his feet and rose onto her knees so he wouldn't have to bend down as far. She looked up at him with wide eyes still puffy from her crying. Her hands slid up the back of his legs and as he leaned over and closed the collar around her throat she pulled him forward as she rammed him with her head as hard as she could in the crotch. All the air was knocked out of his lungs as his knees gave out and he fell to the floor. He curled into a ball holding the white hot knot of pain centered in his balls. She jumped to her feet and paused for a second to kick him in the head with her bare foot then she bolted for the door. She was more than halfway across the room when she realized the growling she heard was closing on her. The dog! She'd forgotten the damn Dog! The door slammed open and she shot through into a hallway she hadn't even realized was there the dog on her heels. She grabbed the second door handle and pulled but nothing happened. Shaking with terror and fury she finally gave it up. It was locked. She was doomed. Finally she turned to deal with the beast. The dog (what the hell was its name?) was obviously trained. His teeth came inches from her legs and he lunged as though he was going to tear her throat out but always stopped short. "He probably needs to be ordered to kill" she thought to herself hysterically. The dog herded her into the corner and held her shaking body there for several minutes until the Master arrived. She took a grim satisfaction in seeing that he looked slightly the worse for wear. That is until she saw the look on his face, then her fear choked out any other feeling. He came down the hall slowly staring at her white face with a small smile on his lips. "Well obviously you were thinking about it weren't you? But you weren't thinking clearly enough or you wouldn't have tried it. Now what am I going to do with you?" Then with startling speed for such a large man he had her by the hair and was shaking her like a doll until her teeth rattled in her head. He threw her to the floor and kicked her a few times in the side knocking what little fight was left in her out. She tried to curl into a ball to protect herself but it hurt worse to get kicked in the back. Then he grabbed her collar and her hair and dragged her back down the hall. Back the way she had come. He headed across the room to a black metal pole set into the ground and dropped her there on the floor like a sack. Taking one of her hands he cuffed it to the pole. She now had some freedom of movement and could even stand if the urge struck her but she could also lie almost flat with only the one arm hanging up. "Do you know what this is called?" he asked "no Master" She had decided that sucking up couldn't hurt at this point. "It's called a whipping post slave. I like it because it allows a slave to grovel during her beating. There was a long pregnant pause as she digesting this information. "You might want to start groveling now..." A Chance Meeting Bryce was sitting on the side walk cafe leisurely finishing an iced-coffee when he saw her. She was breathtaking and he felt an immediate connection with her. Every inch of her oozed femininity. From her legs they had to be inseam thirty-four inches. He used to sell clothing. Her thighs gave a little motion, knee's were cute, those calves made even a blind man drool. The toping of this cake was her ankles so daintily wrapped in the strings of a four inch pair of sandals. He actually felt his groin stir. His eyes moved to her short flirty skirt it laid flat across the hips. He moaned inwardly from the sway of her hips. Moving up he found the most delicious pair of breasts. His breathing picked up when he realized she was braless having enough sway to be tantalizing. Her shoulders were bare, hair pulled up and the most beautiful copper red color hair. A pair of dangling ear rings, placed the sparkle in her wide baby blue eyes. How could she walk into his life so innocently? Be unaware he was thunder struck by her panther like movements. Just then the wind shifted and her scent wafted into his senses. This was unbelievable this scent was his favorite but his brain lost the name of it. Oh, My God she was going to walk past him. He couldn't let this happen. His mind was racing with anything witty enough for her beauty to stop and speak to him. "Could you tell me where I would find Steven Brown's Law Firm?" she spoke barely above a whisper. His eyes fell upon the fullness of her lower lip. He wanted to jump up and pull it into his mouth. Wait he thought she asked him a question. What? How was he going to ask her to repeat the question? "Mind if I sit I got out of my cab a few blocks to early." She said as she laughed. Throwing that luscious hair where it slipped out of the comb. It cascaded down her back. "I'm sorry my name is Bryce. May I have yours?" He stammered like a third grader on the first day of school. "Sure its Delilah. Delilah Hilton, nice to meet you Bryce. " She said so eloquently as she extended her hand out to him. She slowly crossed those legs that went on forever. His brain was exploding from over load sensual overload. He wanted to take her right there. Yet he knew his heart was wanting to stretch this out. He took her dainty hand feeling the silkiness of her skin. She smiled coyly tilting her head down then looking up at him. He couldn't move he was so aroused he had to lean forward a little. His brain was sending messages in split seconds. First to his lungs to keep air going in and out. Rushing to put enough oxygen in his heart to sustain life. His legs were useless. She was still smiling. The wind shifted and the scent of her essence engulfed his olfactory system. He knew what it was, it was Elizabeth Taylor's Passion. He dared to close his eyes inhaling so he would never forget the moment he fell in love with this woman. "Steven Browns Law Firm was the question." She laughed. Bryce heard that this time, he also felt like he got caught taking her clothes off. In his mind she was about to lose that skirt. Her nipples had to be silver dollar sized. "Oh, yes its in that white building across the street. Would you like me to walk you to his suite? " Bryce was praying, giving everything he could to God just so she would allow this. "I would hate to disturb your coffee." She said quietly uncrossing her long legs. He saw the most beautiful pair of inner thighs he could have ever dreamt of. Glimpsing her bits and pieces was making his imagination go in over drive. He noted she French painted her toenails. Then he realized he had dropped the conversation once again. "I was done actually dreading to go back to work. I would love to walk you across the street." Bryce said enthusiastically. Standing he saw he stood three inches taller than her. Perfect his women were always tall. She was so soft, as she walked beside him he was inhaling and exhaling her scent. She smiled so brightly her teeth like the finest pearls. She spoke and her breath made him swoon. He would have bet everything she had just ate a bunch of spring flowers. This wasn't like him he was Mr. Serious no time for women. Going the fast track to the top of his job. But she wasn't just a woman. She was a goddess with incredible beauty. Too soon they were in front of the place. She tippee toed and kissed his cheek. "Thank you Bryce it was a pleasure to meet you." Delilah said. He heard a crash and turned towards it. When he turned around she was gone. He panicked opening the swinging door so hard. It should have landed over his head into the middle of the road. He looked into the lobby she wasn't anywhere. Oh great now what? Think where was she going? His mind went blank. He was about to cry when he took up her scent. She got onto the first elevator. Once inside he smelled her. He knew he couldn't ride the elevator until she made her way back. Anyway she might take one of the other six elevators. He inched towards the front so as the door slid open he would stick his head out to try to catch that scent. He must have looked like a snapping turtle but he didn't care. Delilah was going to be his. Finally on the sixteenth floor her scent wafted into the elevator as the doors swished open. He stepped out now which way, the scent was stronger to his right. That's when his watch alarm rang him into reality. He had three minutes to get to office for his next appointment. He cursed under his breath. Why did he look away? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Delilah sat in the outer waiting room her mind running like a train running off the track. That man was the absolute perfect man. He met all of her criteria. He was soft spoken, compassionate. He had this air of success around him. His brown hair glowed like a halo when the sun shone on it. Her first glimpse of him struck her senses like a jack hammer. Nothing was wrong with him. He had expensive taste in clothing. She chided herself for walking away as he turned. Why, would she do that? She wasn't herself lately. She was there today to sign the ending of her marriage. She hadn't been in this Law firm. It was her ex-husband's lawyers. Perhaps they would meet again. She thought of his arousal and smiled as she remembered she crossed and uncrossed her legs for him. She felt flushed hoping nobody could read her mind. Their meeting was so intense. She loved the fact he had a clean smell of soap and water. It was hot outside but he was sitting there in his crisp white shirt and tie. His loafers had tassels. She shivered at the thoughts of seeing him trying to hide his erection. She was luckier she was able to hide her moistness. All though when she felt it slip out he seemed to be able to sense. His nose went into the air, closing his eyes. She took all of her reserve not to reach over and stroke him. She sat there straight upon one o'clock the assistant came out and got her. She hated lawyers offices was happy this was it finally. Her shoes sank deeply in the carpet the assistant's feet were leaving her prints. The smell of leather bound books, polish, fresh flowers seemed to overtake her senses. The assistant knocked on the door then opened it. "Mr. Brown your next appointment is here. This is.." She quit speaking he had raised his hand. "This is Mrs. Delilah Hilton." He finished as he rose from behind a desk that overwhelmed his office. "Why yes, Mr. Brown." She looked shocked and stammered. "Will there be anything else Mr. Brown?" She regained her composure. "No, Betty just shut the door as you leave." Bryce spoke very officially. Delilah stepped in and waited for Mr. Brown to look up he hadn't looked up once. As he did his smile broadened, he walked towards Delilah. Once close enough he took her in his arms, kissing her tenderly. "So are you Bryce Brown?" she asked quizzically. "Yes, I'm Bryce Steven Brown welcome to my law firm." He smiled as he led her to a leather chair. "How did you know it was me? You never looked up Mr. Brown." She asked. "Oh not formal please, Bryce. It was your scent I had it memorized so I could find you again. Look and you came falling into my lap so to speak." Bryce spoke softly. Delilah looked at him her heart was racing. In her eyes she was seeing the father of her children. The man that would walk beside her for the journey's yet to live. She would be by his side until their love had its sunset. Bryce he looked at her his heart speeding a head of his brain. He was seeing the mother of his children. The woman that walk beside him as the years turned golden. Their sensual side was clearly evident. He realized that could wait. She looked at him and smiled. "How lucky can one man be to have this vision walk into his life not once but twice in the same day?" He asked. He pulled her to her feet deciding as she stood up. He needed to kiss her. He needed to memorize her contours. He inhaled leaned back looked into her eyes. Pools of blue waters like the lagoons from the Bahamas. "I love Elizabeth Taylor's Passion you wear it so sensually. You have this muskiness at times that blend into my brain." He said tenderly as he kissed her. The music above their heads played 'Once, Twice Three times a Lady' they started moving with the music. They couldn't seem to move away from one another. They had this passionate hunger to feel the other. Nothing had ever happened like this to either of them. They were like magnets moving in sync. Her hands came off his shoulders, moved down his chest. She hesitated looking at him. "Yes, please feel me." Bryce whispered into her ear. His lips burned across her cheek getting to the bottom lip he tugged it in. She lowered her hand felt his manhood through his slacks. He stopped and moaned from deep within. She slowly unzipped him as he kissed her swan like neck down to her breasts. They were heaving urging him to release them. He unbuttoned her top stepped back a little and gazed upon the perfect sized melons. Like he had imagined they did have silver dollar size nipples. Both of their brains were trying to keep up with the passions. The next thing that had to come off was that flirty skirt. He easily slipped it down the most womanly hips he had ever touched. They were gathering speed as they found themselves naked standing in his office. That's when he took her and half laid her half threw her on the sofa. Feeling her silky long tanned legs on his body. It motivated him to take her ankles and open her up. Looking down upon this beautiful woman waiting to be taken. His restraint melted he impaled her with his hard love muscle. The sensation of falling inside of a tight, wet, a little resistance allowed the brain to free fall into passions. He leaned down kissed her mouth as he kept stroking. Long ones, short, fast, slower he kept up the assault. She was moaning, digging her fingers into his upper arms. Nothing would or could have separated the two of them. His balls were slapping hard with each stroke. She took her hands and managed to get them in her hands. Squeezing them without hurting him. She looked at his face as he was looking at her beautiful face. Eyes locked. They dared the other to cum first. "I'm almost there Delilah are we going to cum at the same time our first time?" He hoarsely tried speaking. She kept her eyes on his. She saw his body change his back straightened. His thighs you could have chiseled a bust out of them. He bit his lip. He never slowed down. Eyes locked. "Oh Bryce me too." She screamed arching her hips for a deeper penetration. All they swore later they saw was the flash of white lights. Their bodies were shaking, sweating, shivering. His spine went limp. He kept bringing it home. He thought for sure the back of his head slammed into the back of his face. He finally couldn't keep stroking her. She pulled him down onto her body. Her body gave its last orgasm as she was about to scream. Bryce put his mouth over hers to quiet down the sounds. "I love you Mrs. Delilah Brown." He whispered tenderly. "I love you Mr. Bryce Brown." She whispered back. They laid there talking. Asking questions, finding out small things about each other. Snuggling, kissing, when it hit them both she had to sign some papers. A Chance Meeting It was a nice warm summer's day and Andrew was driving along the country road with not a care in the world. He was fancy free but at the same time was feeling just that little bit lonely. Why was it he wondered that the fates were against him all of the time? Nothing ever seemed to go right in his love life, a quick flirtation here and there but nothing serious. No one seemed to find him attractive after the first date or so, or was it the other way around? He found that the women that he dated just too 'un-exciting' and unsatisfying. Perhaps he was too demanding. He liked and enjoyed sex but his partners all seemed to him to be just doing it like robots – just because they wanted to be thought 'with it' and not because they really wanted to. He'd been married once and had two children but that had gone sour and there had been a messy divorce and the children, although grown up, were still living with his ex-wife and her partner. Driving along he saw the figure of a girl standing by the side of the road and, as he approached, she moved forward and started to 'thumb a lift'. On going closer he saw that she was not exactly black but a very sunburnt brown and a real beauty at that. He did not hesitate but drew up alongside of her, wound down the passenger window and said, "Hi! Where are you going? I guess that you're after a lift, aren't you?" "Thanks!" replied the girl. "Yes please! Are you going as far as Bristol? I think that I have lost my way. I'm very much a stranger to these parts. I only arrived just recently from Africa where I was born and brought up. My father was a Colonial Officer in the old days and stayed on after Independence!" "Hop in!" said Andrew. "Somehow I did not think that you were a West Indian you are too light for that, although I must say you are very nicely sunburnt. We have a lot of them over here just now and to get someone from Africa is a pleasant change, especially someone as pretty as you and you looked so forlorn that I just had to stop and ask if you wanted a lift." "Thank you!" smiled the girl. "It's not often I get compliments like that, you have really boosted my ego! I like you already, saying things like that." "Anything to oblige," said Andrew, always the perfect gentleman, and went on to say, "Haven't you got anyone with you? No boyfriend to show you the way? Even in this country it is not very safe for a beautiful young girl like you to be walking on a lonely road like this all alone. You never know what might happen especially if you try to hitch a lift" "I'm all alone. I came over here because of a dream that I had." The girl told him. "It came to me that the person who I really need is over here in the U.K. I know that he will be kind and considerate, someone who needs me and can love me in everyway – and I mean that physically too. I'm sorry! Am I embarrassing you?" "No! Not at all. I like a person who can speak their mind and is not afraid to call a spade a spade." Andrew laughed. "By the way. I'm Andy, short for Andrew but all my friends call me Andy. What's your name?" "Catherine" said the girl. "But I'm Cathy to my friends, so you can call me Cathy too, cos you have been my 'friend in need'. Yours was the first car travelling in this direction in over half an hour and before that none of them bothered to stop." "Idiots!" exclaimed Andrew. "Anyway their stupidity is my good fortune. I've now got a very pretty girl for a companion for the next hour or so - until we reach Bristol at least. Whereabouts in Bristol are you going?" "I don't exactly know. I knew someone back home in Kenya – that's where I come from – who studied at Bristol University and he was always saying how nice I was so I decided to see for myself. Plus my dream!" "Hotels are a bit expensive in Bristol. If you are not too fussy and satisfied with less than 'super accommodation' perhaps I could let you have my spare room." Andrews mind was now beginning to work overtime. Here was a beautiful, unattached girl with no place to stay and he WAS beginning to feel very attracted towards her. He was beginning to feel that he had known her all his life and there already seemed to be some sort of aura surrounding them. She was so free and easy and good to talk to. As they drove along they got more and more friendly. "You are a very nice person to know." Andrew remarked. "I'm surprised that a girl like you was not whisked away and married long ago." "Haven't found anyone who interests me. I'm a very fussy person." laughed Cathy. "Men in my country think that women are nothing and only after their money. I must admit that that IS how many women there behave, but people are people and there are exceptions to every rule and I like to think that I am one of the exceptions. All that I want is love, love, LOVE, and a little bit of TLC (Tender loving care)." The time passed quickly after that as they talked about this and that. She told him what Kenya was like and he told her as much as he could about England and Bristol in particular. Before he realised it they were pulling up in front of his house. "Welcome to my humble abode!" said Andrew. "Asante! As we say in Kenya." Cathy smiled. "It certainly looks cosy. Do you live here alone or with somebody else?" "Alone." sighed Andrew. He suddenly had a nasty thought that perhaps now that she knew that he lived alone she would not risk entering the house without some sort of chaperone, but no! She got out of the car and stood as he got her small suitcase out of the boot. Together they walked down the small path to the front door. Andrew got out his keys, unlocked the door and in they went. "What is it to be?" asked Andrew. "Tea or coffee? Hungry?" "Coffee please! And if you've got something small to eat I won't say 'no'." said Cathy. "I must admit I feel a little hungry as I haven't eaten since breakfast." "Right. How about an omelette? Onion and tomato filling do you?" "Sounds fine. Anything you say is OK by me!" "Sit down, take your shoes off, put your legs up on the settee and watch the telly or, if you like, you can watch some video. There are some tapes in the wall cabinet that you can watch. Help yourself whilst I do the cooking." Andrew finally said as he moved off into the kitchen to cook. It didn't take long for the kettle to boil and soon eggs, onions and tomatoes were sizzling in the pan. Andrew rather prided himself on his omelettes and proudly placed two plates with the omelettes on a tray, together with two cups of coffee, and strode into the living room. As he went through the door into the living room he stopped in amazement. There on the video was one of his 'blue movies' with the girl on the screen being well and truly screwed. "Hope that you don't mind me watching one of these." said Cathy, without taking her eyes off the screen. "This is the first time that I've seen a film like this. I've heard about them but never actually seen one. They are fantastic!" Whilst she was watching Andrew could see that Cathy had one hand on her breast and the other was being held tightly between her legs as all the while she was licking her lips. "If you want to watch that's OK by me." Andrew told her. "But I think just now that it would be best if you ate this while it is still hot and then you can watch it later. There's plenty of time. You'll be here tomorrow won't you? "I guess so." Cathy sighed switching off the video. Together they sat on the settee eating their omelettes and drinking their coffees. Cathy was sitting at one end of the settee and Andrew at the other watching her. What a lovely figure she's got he thought. Slim, just as he liked his women and tits that filled the dress that she was wearing to perfection. I wonder what she's like underneath he thought. "Behave yourself Charlie!" he said to himself as he felt himself beginning to get uncomfortable in his trousers. "It's not time to get up yet!!" "Do you think that I might have a bath or shower? – Which ever you have!" asked Cathy getting up from the settee. "Which would you prefer? Bath or shower? In the bath you can lay back and soak, but you can have a shower if you prefer. Bathroom and toilet are at the top of the stairs." "I think that a bath and a soak is a good idea." Cathy replied. "OK! I'll just go and turn the water on and get it ready for you and if you decide to shower before you soak that's OK too. All you have to do when the water is running is to push the knob between the taps and the shower will come on." Andrew said. "I've put your suitcase in the front room where you can sort yourself out. I sleep in the backroom". With that he went up to the bathroom and got the water running whilst Cathy went into the bedroom to get her things. The bath was soon ready and Andrew got out a nice big bath towel and handed it to Cathy as she went into the bathroom. He then went down to the kitchen to wash up the dirty dishes – he hated to leave it all until the morning like some people, to be greeted first thing in the morning with a pile of dirty dishes. After he had finished he went upstairs to his room and as he passed the bathroom door he could hear Cathy singing to herself one of the latest 'pop' songs. She must have heard him coming up the stairs – they creak – and she must have discovered that there was no lock on the bathroom door and that was why she was singing he thought. As he entered his room he heard her stop singing and shout out, "Hey Andy! Aren't you going to scrub my back for me?" Andrew could hardly believe his ears – or his luck – and before you can say 'Abracadabra' he was opening the door to the bathroom and was gazing at what, to him, was the most beautiful sight that he seen for a long time. Cathy was laying full length in the bath. The swell of her stomach and her pubic area, which he was happy to see was recently shaven and smooth, were just above the waterline and her full breasts had nipples sticking out like the small knob handles on a desk drawer. "Magnificent" he thought. As he entered the girl sat up, looked at him watching her and said, "Don't just stand there gawping, get a cloth and soap and start washing my back please!" Andy didn't need any second telling and quickly got a flannel and started to slowly wash her back. But, somehow or other, as he systematically rubbed the cloth over her back and shoulders it slowly, slowly got so that the cloth was no longer rubbing her back but had moved to the front of her body and onto her breasts and he was gently rubbing and massaging them. First with the soapy cloth and then with his hands until he began to roll her nipples between his finger and thumb until they were completely stiff and erect. "Oh Andy!" moaned Cathy. "What are you doing to me? That's lovely. I feel so good. I've not felt quite like this before. I think you are very good for me. Kiss me! I feel I want to be kissed." Andrew leant forward over the bath and gently placed his lips on the soft wet lips of Cathy. As he did so he let his tongue search for hers between her lips and teeth until they met and moved together. As they kissed his hand continued to caress and fondle her breasts when suddenly he felt her twist towards him and he could feel her hands smoothing the flies of his trousers and her fingers searching for the zip. She found it and opened his flies and put her hand inside the front of his trousers, over the top of his underpants until he felt her warm hand start to fondle his penis and start to slowly rub the foreskin backwards and forwards, up and down until what had been a slightly hard rubbery piece of meat now stood strong and erect. "Wow!" thought Cathy. "All my own work!" "I'm sure you must want a bath too." breathed Cathy huskily. "Take your clothes off and get in. You know what they say – SAVE WATER! HAVE A BATH WITH A FRIEND!!" Without further ado Andrew took off his clothes and got into the bath behind Cathy so that she was sitting in the bath between his legs, leaning back against his chest whilst he had his arms and hands around her holding and massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples to make sure that they stood erect. As he caressed and held her from behind he could feel her moving her hands between her legs which were now partly open with her knees slightly bent as she lay on his chest and in his arms. She closed her eyes and her fingers found her little love bud – her clitoris – which she started to rub and massage slowly at first and then more quickly. Slowly, slowly, quicker now, quicker still. Rub, rub, rub, until she cried out, "I'm coming, I'm coming!" and her whole body shook and jerked as she lay in his arms and orgasmed. "God! That was good!" she sighed as she relaxed in his arms. After a few minutes, whilst he held her in his arms and gently kissed her neck, she sat up suddenly and said, "Oh my darling! I'm so sorry. I was completely selfish and forgot all about you!" and, as she said this she got up, turned around, knelt between his legs and bent down her head and took into her mouth his now half hard cock. She sucked and massaged and ran her tongue around the pink end of his knob and tried to put her tongue into the hole at the top where they both knew that his spunk with the seed of life would eventually spurt. As she was doing this she once again put her hand between her legs and started to rub herself. Once again slowly at first and then faster and all the time sucking and licking at his cock. She seemed to be insatiable. Suddenly she stopped. "Darling!" she gasped. "I need you! I want to feel you deep inside of me. I need you now. I don't know what has come over me, I only know that although I have only known you a few hours I feel that I have known you all of my life and that I am yours. I feel that I belong to you and that you belong to me, and now I want my rights. I want that which is rightfully mine and at this moment that is want your cock is. Mine, mine, mine. Darling I know now that I love you and need you. I love you." As she was speaking she got out of the bath and started to dry herself and he watched her he saw drops of water dripping off the tips of her nipples and the lips of her cunt. Andrew got himself out of the bath feeling a bit weak at the knees and as he did so Cathy bent over to dry her legs and feet. She had her back towards him and she knelt forward so that he could clearly see her sex pouting from between and below the cheeks of her bums, just like she pouted her lips when she wanted to be kissed. "Don't move Cathy" he murmured moving towards her with his cock in his hand and as she stayed bending over he grasped her waist and slowly ran the tip of his cock up and down the length of her soft warm cunt, which she had already dried but was now once again glistening and wet with the moisture of her love juices. Slowly he started to open the lips of her love box with his prick, but she jerked away from him. "No darling!" she said. "Not here. Take me to your bed. Take me and use as me as you will. I'm yours now my dearest. Fuck me and fuck me until you are satisfied. I'm all yours now to do with as you will." Reluctant as he was to leave off what he had already started Andrew nevertheless quickly dried himself and led Cathy out of the bathroom into his bedroom where she jumped onto the bed, switched on the bedside light, and then lay with her legs open, smiling at him and, as he approached her, held up her arms to him and said, "Come to me my darling. Come and make love to me." Andrew got onto the bed and lay down beside her and she slid her arms around him and pulled him close so that he breasts were tight up against his chest. As she released the pressure he moved his hands up to her tits and began to squeeze and caress them before taking one of the nipples into his mouth and began running his tongue gently around its aureole before sucking it and nipping it gently between his teeth. "Suck my tits darling! Suck them!" cried Cathy. "Suck them they're all yours Andrew my love" Andrew was sucking and enjoying the beauty of her young tits which were standing firm. He could feel her warm hand on his cock, gently massaging and rolling the tip between her finger and thumb, sending the most wonderful sensations running up and down the length of his cock and he thought to himself – "She certainly knows how to finger a man's cock". He in his turn moved his hand down to between her legs and began to smooth her lovely soft pubes. As he did so she opened up her legs to give him full access to what he wanted, and as her parted the lips of her cunt with his fingers she sighed with pleasure. Carefully he sought the little bud that was the seat of her pleasure. Her clitoris. And as he found it, full and swollen like a tiny penis, he gently rubbed it. That was not enough. He moved down her body, licking it with his tongue until finally he found himself between her legs kissing and licking the very lips of her hole until he slipped his tongue between the lips and into her cunt, searching and finding her clit which he then started to lick and suck. As he did so he could smell the sweet musky smell of her love juices. "Kiss it, kiss it." sobbed Cathy. "But darling I want to suck your cock, to taste the salty spunk out of the tip of your cock, but don't come I want all of your spunk deep up inside of my cunt" Quickly Andrew got up and moved into the well known 69 position where he lay between her legs eating her pussy and at the same time Cathy was busily sucking happily at his cock which was just in front of her face and mouth. They lay like this for a while, sucking, licking and nibbling at each others sex until at last Andrew turned around and lay next to her and started to play with the lips of her cunt and to finger fuck her and as he did so he suddenly stopped. "Surely not." he thought. He had felt resistance as he had put his finger inside her. Something seemed to be in the way. "Are you a virgin?" he whispered. "Yes darling." Cathy breathed. "But don't stop! I know now why I came to England. It's you that I've been looking for. I know now that you are the one that I have been seeing in my dreams. Take me dearest, make me a woman. I am yours now and yours alone as long as you want me. Take me, I'm yours Andrew." "I don't want to hurt you darling. I have never ever slept with, or rather made love to, a virgin before. I'll be as gentle and careful as I can. Come! Move to the edge of the bed." Andrew took her and made her lie across the bed with her bums on the edge and her legs hanging down to the floor. He got between her legs and raised them high so that his cock was in line with her hole. Gently he opened the lips of her cunt with one hand and with the other grasped his cock and slowly moved forward, rubbing and massaging his cock at the same time to make sure that it was as strong and as stiff as possible. It had a job to do. First of all he moved the tip of his cock up and down the length of her crack to make her want him and so moisten her passage and then slowly, slowly he eased his cock into her cunt until he felt the resistance from her hymen. As he felt that he had come to the end of her passage he moved his cock just a little way in and out until he whispered to her, "Are you ready my darling?" and then without waiting for her to reply he gave a final lunge – and he was right in. Cathy gave a shriek, breathed deeply and said, "Thank you sweetheart! Now you are mine, all mine!" They then started to move together, increasing the pace and pressing towards each other until at last Cathy gave a yell and cried, "I'm coming, I'm coming." As she jerked under him she clutched tightly to his back. This made Andrew groan as he jerked his spunk up high into her cunt. They were as one. Exhausted they rolled apart and Andrew saw on the sheet where Cathy had been laying a quantity of bright red blood. Evidence of her lost maidenhood. A Chance Meeting They climbed into bed between the blankets and as she lay in Andrew's arms she felt him put his hand between her legs cupping and holding her now slightly sore cunt, but she was happy and felt a whole woman. She knew that she had lost something that she could never regain, not that she thought she would ever want to, not now that she had found what she had been looking for. It had only been a few hours since she had met him but knew that he was THE ONE. That she had finally found what she had been looking for. She kissed him fondly, a long lingering kiss. Not a sexy tongue searching kiss but a kiss of true love and affection. He was hers! Of that she was certain and, holding each other, they slept until morning. Cathy was the first to wake next morning and she looked and found that she was not alone. No! It was not a dream. She really had become a woman. There was no doubt about it as the blood stains and the slight soreness between her legs told her. She ached and that ache started to become an ache of desire and so without further ado reached for her Andy's cock knowing that now it was all hers. It was still soft and limp but as she started to hold it, stroke and caress it until both IT and Andrew began to wake up. "Good morning darling Cathy. Did I remember to tell you last night that you were wonderful and that I love you? And what a wonderful way you have of waking me up." "Yes you did," said Cathy. "But you can tell me again. I will never get tired of hearing it from you, because I love you too. As far as I'm concerned I'm now yours and yours alone. That's if you want me. Do you? "What do you think?" replied Andrew. "I can think of no one better. Taking you virginity was like making a pact between us." "Well, lets make sure the pact is well and truly sealed!" smiled Cathy and as she said it she rolled on top of him and sitting astride and guided his now erect prick into the sweet haven of love that she kept tucked away between her legs As she sank down on him he reached up and took he tits in his hands and started to fondle them as she started to ride him, moving up and down as if she were riding a horse. He moved his hands from her tits and clasped her bums to assist her as she rose and fell on the whole length of his cock. After a while she stopped, got off him and also the bed and then bent over. "There you are sweetheart!" she said. "That's what you wanted last night in the bathroom." and as she spoke she clasped the cheek of each of her bums and opened herself to give him full access to her love nest to which he took full advantage. Without further ado he plunged his dick into her now juicy hole. From there on it was a case of...in and out, in and out, in and out'. "Do it to me Honey!" yelled Cathy. "Do it to me! I want it all. Do it, do it, do it," and so always pleased to oblige, he carried on fucking her until he felt himself near to the point of ejaculation; but he didn't want to come like that. He wanted to be on top of her, facing her so that he could kiss her as, hopefully, they came together. He turned her over and mounted her in the traditional manner with her legs wide open and in the air. In and out went his cock as they strained against each other trying to get it in as far as it would go, with the sweat greasing their bodies as they slid together. Cathy caught hold of Andy's bums and pulled him in close towards her so that she could feel his balls banging on her bums as every time he forced his cock into her right up to the end so that there was no space left between them. Ecstasy! They both released together and once again fell asleep in each others arms. There was no doubt that they were now one. She knew that he was a good bit older than she was and had grown up children who lived with his ex-wife, but what did she care. All she wanted was his love and now she was sure that she had it and even after this very short period of time she was VERY certain. That was how it all began. Two people meeting and just 'clicking' and they were together. Neither knew why. It just happened and now they are together. Of course they have their 'ups and downs' and an argument now and again but each knows in their heart of hearts that the other belongs to them. There is LOVE and they say LOVE CONQUERS ALL and rightly so. Bath nights are generally Shower nights as they both get under the shower and share their love there. There is always a goodnight kiss, even if they have been quarrelling and that invariably straightens things out and sometimes leads to short, and sometimes longer, tussles under the blankets as he mounts her and they enjoy their union together as she whispers, "Hold me tight Andy, I love you. Kiss me darling. GOODNIGHT!" A Chance Meeting Brrrrrrnnnngggg. I pick up the phone to find my long-time friend Dustin on the line inviting me to a small gathering at his home. I have to laugh because Dustin's parties are usually neither small nor just a "gathering." I expect he will continue with his norm and the party will be much more of an "event" hosted in his lavish palatial home at which there will be scads of people that want to be "seen" as part of the "in" crowd. I am non-committal as I've been a bit of a recluse lately. He continues to cajole me, not taking no for an answer, until I finally agree to come over and at least say hello. Regardless of any agreements made, we both know that "something" can come up later, which is my intent. Life goes on and suddenly it's the day of Dustin's party. I had a particularly wonderful day and realize that a visit to Dustin's might be fun. So, I go jump into the shower and start getting ready. As the water sluices over me, my mind wanders to Dustin's other "get-togethers." They were semi-rambunctious times where the only people I knew were Dustin and a sometime a few others that I had met a previous party. Dustin took it upon himself from the day we met as college roommates to expand my list of friends and acquaintances. You see with regard to meeting people Dustin and I are just about polar opposites. I have always been a quiet almost shy person, and I feel like in a crowd I just disappear. However, Dustin is one of those with the "gift of gab." From the second he enters a room he is surrounded by friends, even if he's never been there and knows absolutely no one. Anyways, he was always dragging me out and ensuring I had opportunities to meet some of the varied friends he had collected. He used to say "what else are roommates for??" So, with a bit of trepidation, I made my way over to Dustin's. Dustin and I are just about physical opposites as well. He is tall, blonde, blue eyed and thin. I however am shorter, only 5'7", and while not exactly rotund, have always been a bit heavy for my height. My brown hair and eyes and quiet demeanor make it easy for me to just fade away in crowds. I am much more effective in a quieter setting, interacting with one other or perhaps a small group. Oh well, time to grow again. I know not to be the first, nor last to arrive, thus am greeted at the door by the noise of a party just getting going. The crowd is becoming boisterous, and Dustin is wonderfully inviting. He introduces me to the people around him, and then has to break away as another group comes to the door. I've been to Dustin's parties plenty of times, both at parties like this and for true quiet get-togethers. His house reminds me of the grand mansions I've seen in Newport Rhode Island and other places where the rich had gathered. Given to him by his parents when his grandparents died, the house was built during the early 1900's when is grandfather was amassing his fortune in the railroads. The overall building is three stories tall, made of natural stone, and shaped like an "H." Outside the "arms" enclose a beautiful entry in the front and a great veranda in the back. Inside, within each wing there are multiple interconnecting rooms. On the first floor, on one side you'll find the kitchen, dining room and a large smoking room. The middle part has the entry way with massive marble staircases sweeping up both sides and smaller rooms such as two bathrooms, and cloak rooms. In the other wing you'll find a very extensive library, a large entertaining room and two smaller living rooms. There is plenty of deep rich wood and beautiful art, with comfortable furniture allowing the guests plenty of room to move and mingle. I slowly walked around to see if there was anyone that I knew and to no surprise there wasn't. So I gathered up a bite to eat and something to drink and went toward the library, my favorite room. I sat down and was consuming my snack when I first saw her. It was like a magnet pointing to a lode stone. I was just scanning the crowd and then suddenly all that existed for me was her. Now, I must put in that Dustin, being one of the "beautiful people" himself, is always surrounded by other beautiful people. However, this woman stood out to me, called to me in a way that is indescribable. She was standing across the library talking to a gentleman. I had no way to tell if they were together or if she was just mingling or even waiting for someone to join her. And quite frankly I didn't care at that second. I just drank in her beauty from across the room. She was dressed in a very alluring black cocktail length dress, stockings and heels. Her hair was just short of shoulder length and framed her face to perfection. Yet, the most incredible part of her, were her eyes. They danced when she was talking and just held me captive. Then it happened. She glanced over the shoulder of her conversation partner and our eyes met. I tried to look away, and couldn't. I saw a small smile flash across her face, and then she was pulled back into her conversation. I couldn't have moved even if I wanted to. I tried to look around the room and see what else was going on, yet my eyes kept sweeping back and being captured by this mysterious woman. I thought about getting up and talking to her, of sweeping her off her feet with my witticisms, of well a whole lot of things both mundane and erotic, none of which I would do...or would I? I noticed that her posture had changed; instead of leaning toward him she was leaning away. Her eyes were no longer watching him closely; they were straying more, and more. And to my great happiness, she was looking my way more and more. I could tell that for whatever reason, she was just about done with him and was going to move on. I stood up, with some thought to joining her, yet didn't want to interrupt. Then she caught my eyes again and I felt my pulse shoot up and I felt as if we were next to each other rather than ten feet away. She smiled and without a word to the guy she was talking turned and left the room. I didn't know exactly what had just happened. Did she want me to follow? I knew that the way she went, unless she just stayed in the next room would wind around so I left out another door. I started walking down the hallway and just before I entered the doorway was face to face with her. Her smile lit her face when she saw it was me she had almost walked into. Without saying a word, I took her by the hand and led her to a door that led out to the gardens. There wasn't any hesitation in her step as we went out into the wonderful night. It was very dark on the side of the house as all the outside activities were either in the front or back. This side has a small maze complete with benches and I led her to one. Without saying a word, we both turned face to face in front of the bench in the middle of the maze and like two magnets we were drawn together. When my lips touched hers it was like an electric shock had instantaneously awoken my entire body. It was just one light, slightly tentative kiss. Our fingers intertwined and our bodies pressed together as our lips re-met in a much more insistent manner. I felt my passion and desire climbing and through the touch of her hands, the movement of her legs against mine, the feeling of our bodies pressing closer together I could tell her passion was matching mine. My lips parted and my tongue started to quest inside her mouth. Much like our barely avoided collision earlier, her tongue was right there; her desire was the mate to mine. Time stood still as our hands roamed over each other, our lips and tongues tasted each other and our bodies fueled the fires of each other's hunger. My legs became a bit wobbly from the intensity of our joining and I slowly sat down on the bench. She sat right on my lap never releasing our electric connection. Eventually, out of breath the kiss parted and I was able to look again deeply into this beautiful woman's eyes. The night was magical, she was incredible. I've never wanted to be with someone as much as I wanted her. In the back of my mind I realized, I don't know who this woman is; I've not even so much as heard her voice as the din in the room covered her earlier conversation. "You are incredibly beautiful. Let me introduce myself, I'm Josh." I said with surprising strength. "I'm Tara." She replied. Her voice was musical and it strummed my heart and mind as effectively as a beautifully played symphony. Those two simple words continued to explode within me and I wanted to hear her say anything. She could read the phonebook to me and I'd be in rapture. Well, except tonight. Tonight I wanted to continue to taste her and touch her and when I heard her voice next I wanted it to be so full of sexual pressure that her moans alone would melt the paint from the wall. I am a pretty simple man and by looking at her eyes was able to tell that she also didn't want to waste breath talking right then. With very little warning she had pressed her lips against mine and we were again climbing toward erotic nirvana. I found her dress to be cut very low in the back and loved the feeling of her skin against my fingers. I felt her shiver as I slid one finger from the base of her skull all the way down her spine to the top of her ass. I also appreciated the way she moved on my lap. There is no doubt she knew how I felt about our tryst, because I felt her sliding her thigh in small movements over my throbbing head. Finally, I had reached a point of peak frustration. I had to have her, now. With a moan, I broke our kiss and carefully stood up ensuring Tara kept her balance and her footing. Tara looked a bit confused as I again took her hand in mine and started leading her off into the darkness. I build things for fun and profit. Lately, I've been helping Dustin build a special garage for his vehicle collection and knew that the second floor of this huge structure is empty except for a few stored items. And I knew that it would be quiet as it was not connected to the house. The walkway became clearly visible when the clouds moved exposing a very bright moon. When we walked around the corner and Tara saw the building looming under the trees, I heard a quick intake of breath and she squeezed my hand very tightly. We came up to the door, and I turned to her and held her in a very close embrace. "I am on fire for you beautiful Tara, do you want to go in here? Both yes and no are acceptable." I punctuated this by squeezing and relaxing both hands reassuringly in mine. In answer she reached past me and opened the unlocked door. I pulled her into a quick kiss which made my dick pulse in anticipation. Then we made our way into the dark building. I didn't let go of Tara's hand as we wended our way through the garage to the stairs in the back. It was pitch black in the stairwell and I felt Tara move a bit closer as we went up. At the top of the stairs were two rooms. The room to the left is Dustin's parts storage etc for the vehicles. To the right was where we stored the construction tools we used when decorating the structure. I knew there was a single bed near the back corner as I had helped him store it there. There were a couple of windows letting in the moonlight so Tara saw the bed through the gloom. Now she no longer was hanging back. She made a bee line to the bed practically pulling me with her. So far she was definitely a willing participant yet she had not initiated any actions. That all changed when she spied the bed. Tara pushed me down onto the bed and lay down on top of me kicking off her shoes as she went. We were about the same height so our bodies aligned perfectly, legs on legs, hips on hips, stomach and chest mirroring mine and then she cupped my head in her hands and crushed her lips onto mine with a little moan. My cock was definitely straining the material of my pants and she wriggled herself so her crotch was grinding against it. That was an incredible tease for both of us, especially with the feeling of our tongues dancing against each other and the heat of our bodies' enflaming our passion even more. As my hands were roaming all over her head, neck, shoulders and back, I slipped her dress straps off her shoulders and down her arms. My hands started massaging her upper arms and shoulders then started moving down her back. I have large hands, so when I was moving down her back I was able to cover her completely from side to side with my palm just getting around to her sides. I massaged out from her spine until my palms were brushing the sides of her breasts then I'd move back to her back muscles. The third time my hands reached the very sides of her breasts she moaned and thrust herself upright, straddling my pelvis. Her dress fell off her chest and pooled around her hips exposing her beautiful and oh so edible breasts topped by incredibly erect nipples. She grabbed my hands and placed them firmly over her breasts so I had each cupped in a hand and then with a very deep throated moan ground down directly upon my cock with her fire hot pussy. I felt her juices drench me right through my pants and boxers. At another time I may care about this, however, right at that moment all I could think about was our shared passion. I thrust up into her and her moan turned into a scream of pleasure as my cloth covered hardness pressed through her drenched thong onto her engorged clit. I slid the palms of my hands over her erect nipples feeling all of her beautiful breasts, feeling their shape and exploring for the sensations that fuel Tara's fire. I felt her hands down between us and as I felt her hands scraping at my belt realized what she was doing. I moved my pelvis to ensure she had clear access as my desire to fill her up seemed to be second only to her desire for me. When she just about had my belt undone I moved my mouth up and sucked her wonderful nipple into my mouth and simultaneously pinched her other nipple with my other hand. She lost control right there, pressed down upon my still trapped cock, as an orgasm just wracked her body. This became a game. Every time she'd reach for my pants to get them open, I'd suck, pinch, or nibble her breasts to derail her. Believe me, I wanted her as much as she wanted me and yet it was a lot of fun teasing her. Finally after another quivering orgasm she had my cock out of my pants and with a quick movement had impaled herself upon my iron shaft. I felt my cock slide past the taught very wet fabric of her thong. The first thrust got me in about half way. She jumped back up in reaction to the feeling of me splitting her, filling her, then she pulled the fabric aside and she smashed herself down upon me with a loud, wonderful moan. From that point on, my world consisted of hands and other body parts, moans and screams of passion fulfilled, sweat and the incredible feeling of her tight drenched pussy encasing my hard cock. It is impossible to fully describe the feelings and movements as our bodies pressed and released driving and sharing our intense passion. Sometimes I'd be curled up sucking or nibbling whatever part of her body I could get to with my personal treat to capture a breast and nipple. Other times I was arched up off the mattress pressing hard into Tara, lifting her knees off as well, feeling her grinding back and forth against me, screaming as another wave of orgasm made her body dance on mine. Then, breathlessly, bonelessly Tara collapsed onto me. I know I said she was beautiful before, and I want to say she is beautiful now, however that word is totally inadequate. I looked at her sweaty face, her hair plastered back, her eyes closed, her mouth and nose gasping for breath, and I saw the most wonderfully beautiful lady I've ever seen. Only after sharing like we'd just done can you imagine the feelings of that moment. It was timeless. Her eyes fluttered open and found mine and I saw yet again my feelings mirrored in her face and eyes. We were still locked together at the waist, and locked together by our eyes. I took her head in my hands as best I could and kissed her. No words exchanged, just the continuing electricity of two souls sharing, linking, becoming one, followed by the difficulty of becoming two again. We lay there caressing each other, softly kissing each other, as we returned to this plane of existence. As I became more aware I found that at sometime she must have whipped her dress off over her head. I also could feel her silken skin against mine, and realized my shirt was open and my pants were around one ankle. I have no clear recollection of getting to this stage, and realized it doesn't really matter. I pulled my arms completely out of my shirt, kicked my pants off and got my socks off with much wriggling. Tara was chuckling at me trying to finish disrobing, though never helped or moved, she just chuckled. Once I was complexly nude, in a quick movement I wrapped my long arms around Tara and rolled over so now I was on top. "Oh that was funny eh?" I said with a mischievous gleam in my eyes. Then I attacked. At first she pretended being non-ticklish. But I got though finally. I searched and found those tickle spots that drive you insane and then was merciless. She tried to fight back, was unable to with my onslaught and finally begged me to stop so she could breathe again. I did, then really enjoyed the view of her luscious body I had. I had moved down over her knees to keep her from kicking me and to keep away from her grasping hands. Her sex was just below my mouth and her heaving breasts framed her face as I looked up. She saw my eyes moving to her garter belt and thong, then below and happily transitioned from the tickle game to a much more erotic game. I moved off her legs. She parted her legs as I moved and then dove in. I often fantasize about oral pleasures, both giving and receiving. Now it was not fantasy and I happily slid my tongue along the outline of her thong. I thought about taking it off, yet it was pulled aside and didn't seem to be bothering her. Let's face it; I was so hungry for Tara that taking any time from eating her lusciousness would just be wasted. I followed the drenched silk until I was at her clit. If there had been any question about my tongue's location her squeal and intake of breath would have answered it. I uncovered her sensitive nub from the fabric and sucked it deeply into my mouth, cleaning her fluid from it most thoroughly. I then pulled her legs over my shoulders and she tilted her pelvis in anticipation. I parted her still engorged labia with my tongue, drinking her in and then went up until I could again suck her clit into my mouth. Mmmmm, she tasted so good. And she seemed to enjoy my feasting on her as well. I just kept on eating her. She seemed to really enjoy when I sucked her clit into my mouth, captured it with my teeth and then slid my rough tongue over the sensitive end. Her moans and cries of pleasure increased as I went between pressing my tongue into her as deeply as I can, drinking her, then licking my way back to her clit and back again. She was hanging right on the edge of another orgasm until I pressed two fingers into her while feasting on her clit. Her scream actually echoed within the garage and for just a second I was worried that someone in the house may have heard. I didn't stop of course. I pressed my fingers deep within her while my tongue pressed her clit, then curled them as I slowly slid them out until I found that most sensitive spot. Oh My, I though she was going wild before, I was now in for the ride of my life. I don't think she had any control of her body she was moving so fast. And screaming seemed to be beyond her capabilities as her mouth was opened and virtually no sound was coming out. Then it happened. Cum actually ejaculated from her along with the most sensuous deep moan of release. It was the most incredible experience I've ever had. I ate what I could capture and the rest ended up spreading all over my chest and Tara's legs. Then Tara forcibly pushed me away from her as she rolled into a fetal ball and just shook. I touched the back of one leg and she was so sensitive she came again. She couldn't catch her breath; she couldn't come down from that last orgasmic high. So I just curled up behind her and held her close as she tried to return from her orbit. A Chance Meeting I enjoyed laying next to Tara just caressing her, breathing in her scent, feeling her hot body next to mine. It was a quiet time to just be. I thought that she might have fallen asleep, when she rolled over within my arms and looked up at the ceiling. "I've had many interesting trysts before, and none like this, where I barely know your name. Do you think this is a single extraordinary event?" I felt her tense up as she said this. I'd been thinking along the same lines as I held her. "I don't know, you may meet me and find that you don't want to have anything to do with me. Do you want to pursue this tonight, right now, or let tomorrow take care of it self?" She seemed to relax and cuddle into me. She turned and we looked at each other in the dim moon light. "You have a very interesting way of introducing yourself to a woman, I'm surprised you were alone." She said with a twinkle in her eye. I don't know if she could see me blush, and I sure felt it. "I have never done anything like this before. And as to me being alone, it certainly worked out to my and hopefully your advantage tonight." I responded. "mmmmm it sure did…" she said very softly before she pulled my head to hers into another sensuous kiss. This kiss was different. It was still full of erotic power; however, it wasn't like a blow torch, burning so hot with passion that I expected anything dry to immediately burst into flames. No, it was much deeper, more of a passion that comes from the soul, much more full of feeling. If her kiss and the movements of her body against mine were any indication, she very much liked my answers and perhaps we would get together again in the near future. Though, those thoughts became fleeting as the passion between us began building again as my sexual thermometer started to indicate. She pushed me back over, and almost off the small bed. After a quick re-adjustment she was again on top of me, slowly kissing all around my head and neck. She quickly found out that I enjoyed having my ears kissed and nibbled, and actually she started searching for and finding all sorts of sensitive spots as she started kissing her way down my shoulders and onto my chest. The feeling of her lips, tongue and teeth was exquisite. I loved how she teased me into a wonderful state of excitement and let her know it with my own soft moans or by the way my body involuntarily jumped in reaction. She kept looking up into my lust filled eyes as she moved so very slowly down my body, until my throbbing hardness was nestled up under her chin. With her eyes locked on mine, she moved down then licked me from sac to head. I was not able to keep my eyes on her as she started to lick and suck me as the wonderful feelings had me squeezing my eyes shut and squirming. When she had a swallowed as much of me as she could, she made a noise. It came out sounding almost like a purr, and the feeling was the most intense I've ever felt in my life. The vibration rolled through me and curled my toes in pleasure. When I looked back down at her I said "Oh Tara, if you are thirsty keep that up…ohhhh…" I caught my breath as I saw the lust and desire in her eyes and face. She pulled me out of her mouth and said "You will not cum until I tell you to. I'm going to do to you what you did to me!" If I thought I was sexually excited before, after hearing that and feeling my purple head slide back into her hot mouth, I found that I had no idea what sexual excitement was. She was able to play my body in a way I've never experienced. Her mouth, tongue and teeth, teased and raked over me keeping me on the edge of orgasm for an eternity. The first time I though I was done, she forcibly pinched or prodded me in a manner that stopped things cold. The passion and tension was there, however the intense feeling of impending explosion receded. Then she brought me to the edge again, and stopped me. I was now so sensitive her breath just about set me off. I felt something new and for the first time in my life I my moans bordered on passionate screams as she pressed her wet finger into my ass just as she again "purred" with me buried in her mouth. She grabbed my expanding head in her teeth and growled, "NOW" and then swallowed me into her hot mouth and purred again. That was it, I arched up and with an orgasm that I swore was going to turn me inside out exploded into her mouth. I have no idea if she was swallowing it or just watching it arc into the air. The feeling of my orgasm consumed my entire world. Finally after about a thousand intense contractions, or so it felt, I curled up and pulled Tara to me. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close as I continue to pulse and quiver. I covered her lips with mine and kissed her with such passion, letting her know her gift was received and appreciated at a level where words are inadequate. She kissed and hugged me back, bodily letting me know that she understood. And I think she enjoyed it as well. In the quiet of the moment, I realized it was even quieter than I expected. It was also darker than it was before. I looked around and realized the moon was no longer shining into the room, though I could still see the trees so it wasn't clouds. And through my passion fogged brain, I finally figured out that it was quieter because the party was either over or had moved inside. All of this together let me know that we'd been sharing in each other's pleasure for quite a while. And as Dustin's parties don't usually move indoors until well after 2 am I guessed it was quite late. I wasn't sure that I wanted to sleep over in Dustin's garage. He has many bedrooms and I know I could have gotten one, had I been a bit more foresighted and taken Tara back in side instead of into the garage. Though I didn't know how we'd get along and I wanted privacy, which we have here. "mmmm Tara, where do you want to wake up?" I asked. "What are my options?" she replied, looking into my eyes. "Well, we can stay here, my place together, your place together or each go home separately." I felt her entire body against mine; still felt the fire of our passion, even though we were in a momentary pause. I could tell that our fire could flare-up again, happily. I watched her face as she thought about the options. I felt her wriggle against me, feeling the same smoldering fire inside herself that I felt inside me. She said, "Part of me doesn't want to move, I'm afraid if we move, this feeling will be lost, though I'm not really interested in waking up in Dustin's garage." She chuckled with the last part. I replied, "Okay then, how about we stay together. I'm over here often enough and can leave my car with no problem. Then I guess we are to the excellent cliché line…your place or mine?" I felt her body melt against mine when I suggested we stay together. It was obvious that she didn't want to part any more than I did. We quickly figured out that she lives closer and decided to go there. We both want to keep this interlude as short as possible. With many touches and caresses and with our eyes locked on each other we fumbled ourselves back into our clothes. We looked rumbled and both laughed about each other's appearance as we made our way hand-in-hand back to the black staircase. We made our way slowly down and then out of the garage. The cool breeze felt wonderful against our hot bodies and we made our way with many giggles to Tara's car. I held her door as she got in and then went around to the passenger seat and practically fell into it. As we drove away from Dustin's I thanked my stars not only for the invitation that I almost didn't accept and also that I had chosen to attend. I held Tara's hand as we drove into the future. A Chance Meeting - Again It's been a long week. Lots of work, too many volunteer duties, not enough time to spend with the woman I love. She's been busy working in a school, and going to school at the same time. But tonight is going to be different. We've each taken time off for each other. I'm already excited by the prospect of spending time with her, smelling her hair, feeling her lips against mine. There's always something exciting about kissing her and holding her, rubbing the small of her back, sliding my hand down into her pants and feeling the separation of her ass. Her skin is always so smooth, her ass so enticing. We're going to meet in the bar at our local steakhouse. But there's a catch - we're pretending we don't know each other. Just a casual hook up at the bar. Maybe a little flirting, maybe a cautious kiss. Who knows what will happen? Sure, there's a lot of odd people at a bar, but that just might make things interesting. We'll at least make them jealous. As I'm driving over the hill from work, I keep wondering what I'll say. What's a good pick up line these days? How do you approach a beautiful woman at a bar? I'm excited by the idea, but I'm a little cautious too. It would really be bad if I messed this up! As I get closer, I realize that I'm excited, feeling a little like Christmas Eve. Anticipation, excitement and a little bit of nervousness roil around my thoughts. I leave the car with the valet and wonder if she's here yet. What if I'm here first? I'm so looking forward to seeing her, I hope she's sitting at the bar. I walk through the heavy doors, past the hostess and look into the darkened bar. Damn... I don't see her. I look to my left, I look down the bar. Maybe she's around the corner of the bar? Suddenly, a rather large man gets his drink from the bartender, and moves away. There she is! Sitting at the bar, sipping what looks like a rum and Coke. Wow, she lights up the room. Shimmering, golden hair and eyes that dance. It's the moment of truth. Now that I have seen my prey, I need to move in. I quickly take the spot that is newly opened, and flag down the bartender. "Tanqueray martini, stirred not shaken. Olives." I look to my right, and smile. "They never get it right, if you don't tell them." She smiles, but doesn't seem impressed. Hmmm.... My drink arrives, with the little decanter of "extra." I pick up my martini glass and turn to this gorgeous creature next to me and say, "Cheers." To my delight, she picks up her glass and clinks it with mine. "I'm Brian, what's your name?" Simple, direct, no games here. "I'm Laurie, nice to meet you." Yes! Contact! "So, are you celebrating? Or forgetting?" I ask. "Celebrating. Celebrating the end of a long week." "I'm glad you're here then, maybe we can celebrate together." She nods, and I'm encouraged. "Is that a rum and Coke? Can I order you another?" She nods, and I know that this is going well. As the evening progresses, we get closer. Sure, we know each other, very intimately, but this is part of the game. Flirting, knowing glances, "innocent" brushes against each other. My excitement level is very high, I need to be careful I don't get a hard on just being next to her. We order some dinner together, continuing to talk and flirt. Every once in a while she puts her hand on my knee, even sliding it up my thigh halfway. We are starting to move closer to each other, trying to keep up the pretense of just meeting, but giving in to our lust for each other. I have my hand on her thigh, she has hers on mine. We're totally absorbed in each other, the conversation, the sparkle in our eyes, the closeness we have. She suddenly moves her hand up my leg and touches my balls. I jump a little bit, and she moves back. "That was nice. Did you mean to do that?" I ask. "Yes, I find you very sexy," she purrs. "I live just a few minutes from here. Would you like to come over?" I'm very excited when she says, "Yes, I'd like that." I quickly pay the bill and we get our cars from the valet. We arrive at the apartment and I open the door. I expect that we'll continue our game. She'll mention that it's nice, and I'll offer her a drink. But was I surprised. Instead, the minute we close the door she turns to me and says, "You make my pussy so wet." She wraps her arms around me and gives me the deepest, most sensuous kiss I've ever had. No one needs to tell me twice! I escort her to the bedroom and begin to move my hands all over her body. Kissing her, tasting her is always a treat, but tonight, with our game, everything seems heightened. As excited as I am, I have plans for her tonight. I'm planning on giving her the longest, deepest orgasms ever! I start by taking off her top, undoing her bra and watching her breasts float out of their bondage. I kiss each nipple, pulling her entire areola into my mouth hard, flicking my tongue on her nipples. Her moans tell me that I'm on the right track. I unbutton her pants, and slide them off, taking her panties with them. I turn down the bed, and she sees that I've already placed the blue blanket. This is the protective blanket we use to keep the sheets from getting completely soaked. I think this is the first time she noticed that I had also tied off the red restraints to the head board. Unlike other times, there are all four tied to the headboard. I can see a little look of curiosity in her eyes. I help her lay down on her back and begin to kiss her mouth, her neck, her chest. She asks, "Are you going to take your clothes off?" I nod and say, "Yes, but all in due time." I continue to kiss her skin, her breasts, her nipples. I move back off the bed and begin to take my clothes off. The shirt, the pants, the socks. Her eyes widen when she sees that I'm wearing the silky black shorts she likes so much. Or, maybe it's the massive hard on I have for her. Either way, her look tells me that she's enjoying the moment. I move on top of her, rubbing my cock on her leg as I position myself between her legs. Kissing her deeply, I feel her push her hot pussy against my throbbing cock. I move my tongue down her body, stopping briefly on each nipple, down her stomach, to her aching clit. I give her a few licks, and it tastes so good. I can feel her clit bulging, wanting to come out of its hood, but I decide to make her wait. I rise up on my knees and take her left hand and wrap the first restraint around her wrist. Then, I take her right hand and secure it as well. I've made them tight to the head board, there isn't a lot of room for her to move. Now she's tied to the bed, her hands over her head, and her body stretched out before me. I kiss her lovingly on the mouth, and begin to massage her pussy with my hand. She's so wet already that it's easy to move between her clit and her lips, to slide in and out, to massage every part of that beautiful flower between her legs. I go down on her with my mouth, using my tongue to drive her wild. She's moving from side to side, back and forth. I can tell that she's really enjoying this. I kneel between her legs, my cock straining the fabric of my already tight shorts, and I push my cock against her. Still bound by the shorts, there's no penetration, but she can feel my hardness against her soft, wet pussy. I reach down, and pull my throbbing cock out of my shorts, and rub the head against her lips. I'm not going to push it in, not just yet. Her moans tell me she would like me to, but I have other plans for her tonight. If she only knew what was coming, what excitement I have in store for her! I put my cock away, back into the shorts, ready for another time. I reach over the bed, and pull out the G-vibe. This is always good way to get her really excited, as it starts to massage her G-spot. With the vibe on her clit and the rest of it inside, this little devil can really make her squirm. I turn it on to one of the harder vibrations, and insert it into her and place the rest of it on her clit. "Mmmmm...." she moans. I play with her a bit, moving the vibe around, licking her pussy, and that spot between her pussy and her ass. She always likes that. After a few minutes of this, I decide it's time to really up the game. While the vibe is still stimulating her, I put her legs over my shoulders, and move up to her mouth to kiss her. After a long, deep kiss, I take the third restraint, and wrap it around her left ankle. Her look of surprise and delight is precious. I take the other restraint, and wrap it around her other ankle. I mouth the words, "I love you." She smiles, but it's clear she's not quite sure what comes next. In my mind, I'm thinking that *she* comes next! She's now bound, hand and foot, with her legs up over her head. Her pussy and ass are sticking up, exposed, vulnerable to whatever pleasure I have in mind. Hmmmm... now what? I ponder the situation, I look at how gorgeous she is, her boobs exposed, her ass high in the air, the vibrator still massaging her clit like a tireless factory worker. With her exposed like this, I begin to lick her pussy, spreading my tongue wide, soft and warm. Every once in a while I thrust my tongue deep into her, wiggling around and tasting her deeply. My cock is throbbing, bulging in my pants, wanting her. I kneel at her ass, and pull my cock back out of my pants again. She has a full view of her pussy and ass in the air, and can see everything I do down there. I take my hard cock and begin to massage her with it. Occasionally slapping her with it. Her little squeaks and jumps tell me that she's enjoying this. Maybe it's time to escalate this game? I push my cock against her ass, but don't even begin to go in. I reach my fingers deep inside her pussy, warm and very wet. I can feel her squeezing my fingers, pushing and pulsating. I can feel the vibe still working, but it's in my way. I pull it out, and now I have her entirely to myself. I reach deep inside her, massaging the places that give her the most pleasure. It's so easy to get deep inside her with her legs up this way. She's almost ready to come, I can hear her moans and breathing, but I can also feel her insides pulsating to my touch. I remove my hands, and reach over the bed and pull out the pink plug. I can see her eyes get a little wider. I add a little lubrication to it, and easily slide it into her ass. "Ohhh... " she moans. I move it back and forth, and in and out a little. It's very exciting to see that pink base sitting outside, knowing that she's got the rest inside her. I rub my cock against the outside of her pussy, not going in, but massaging her clit with my soft head, while I move the plug back and forth too. I wonder what's she's thinking? Is she comfortable? Is she enjoying this? She seems to be, but I don't want to push too far. I look deep into her eyes, and tell her how much I love her. "I love you too honey," she says. "Are you enjoying this?" I ask. "Oh, yes. I'm sooo wet for you." I rub my cock even harder on her, and push the head of my hard tool inside her. She moans, and I push deep inside her. I can feel the walls of her pussy trying to grab my shaft, but it's way too wet in there for that kind of traction. "MMMMmmmm..." she moans deeply. I thrust hard again, with my balls hitting her ass hard. I pull out, not wanting to cum just yet, not wanting her to get any closer to that amazing orgasm. I decide to pull out the rabbit vibrator, and begin to use it on her clit and lips. Thrusting it inside her, she moans as the shaft massages the walls of her cunt, and the "ears" rub and vibrate her clit. I pull back the covering over her clit, and can see how large and engorged it is. Instead of being a light pink, it's almost red with excitement. The ears of the rabbit are really doing a number on her clit, and in this position, she can see it all. "Ohmygodohmygod!" I smile and push a little harder. I love that she's enjoying this, but I don't want her to climax with toys, I want to drive her crazy and see her cum. I want us both to see her squirt those lovely pussy juices out as she climaxes in that very special way. I pull the rabbit out, and can see that her whole pussy is wet, hot and aflame. I push my fingers into her, and can immediately feel the walls of her pussy pulsing under my touch. With my left hand I push the plug deep into her ass, moving it back and forth to stimulate everywhere. My right hand is deep inside her, massaging her G-spot. My tongue has pulled back the skin that surrounds her clit, and I'm licking directly on it, and I can tell she's about to cum. Hard. Her breathing is short, and loud. Her moans are deep, guttural. Her body is pulling hard against her bonds. I can tell she wants to grab my head, rub me, push my face into her vulva. Her legs are pulling against the restraints, but they hold fast. She's helpless against the onslaught of pleasure I'm inflicting on her. My tongue, my hands, my entire being is focused on her. I can feel the walls of her pussy begin to constrict, there's a deep moan welling from her loins and moving all the way through her body. "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" I can feel her beginning to cum, I can feel her get wetter, and I hear the slapping, squishing that tells me she's going to cum from her G-spot and make things very, very wet. Then it begins... her eyes are almost closed, but I can tell she wants to see what I do when she cums this hard. I'm still massaging her in every way, licking her clit, and suddenly I can taste and feel her cumming in my mouth. I move back, just in time to see her squirt her love juice up in the air, catching me in the face. I think she'd smile at that, if she wasn't so consumed by her orgasm. I keep my hand deep inside her, and she keeps coming. She squirts up into the air again. She doesn't always do that, sometimes it's just a solid flow. But tonight is special and she's really into it. She tries to catch her breath, panting almost. She can't get away, so I can keep tormenting her with pleasure. But I know that sometimes it's just too much, so I slow down. "No, don't stop. Not yet." she pants. I think, "Ok, if you're sure!" I decide that it's time to join in on the fun. I remove my hand from her, and slowly, sensually pull the plug from her ass. I want her to feel my balls slapping her ass as I ram my hard cock into her. I see her exposed parts and marvel at their beauty. I look at her magnificent breasts, and finally light upon her face. Tired, sweaty, red. Gorgeous. She opens her eyes and I see that beautiful sparkle, that look of love that always melts my heart. I say, "I love you. I love your body, I love the way you look at me. I love to love you." She smiles, almost too tired to respond. She's still bound, ass in the air, exposed and waiting for me. I slide my more than ready cock into her, and let out a moan of enjoyment. I slide up and down, deep and hard. My balls are loose, and they fall hard onto her ass as I thrust ever more deeply into her. She moans and I can tell she's enjoying this. After all our adventures, I don't think I'm going to last very long. I decide that since she's had the chance to watch me lick her, use my hands on her, have her cum all over the both of us that one more visual would be in order. I can feel her squeezing me, starting to cum herself. As her moans and noises get more and more intense, the feeling in my cock is becoming undeniable. I hear her cum, I feel it, the warmth of her juices are all over me. I pull out of her hot pussy and rest my cock on her, rubbing back and forth across her hot, wet lips. I begin to cum over her pussy, squirting hard across her belly and right into her cleavage. I secretly wish it had gone further, into her waiting mouth, but that's asking a lot. I shiver with excitement and every muscle in my body is responding to the feelings emanating from my throbbing, shooting cock. Wow. We are exhausted. I've got her pussy juice on my face, and she's got my cum on her stomach and tits. We both smile and say "I Love You" at the same time. I reach up and release her legs, then her hands. We lay next to each other, and I play with the cum on her chest. I rub it over her tits, and massage it into her nipples. I hear it's good for the skin. We laugh together, and get up to shower. After our shower, we lay back down on the bed. I ask if she's going to spend the night. I remind her that we just met tonight, in a bar. "Is this just a one night stand?" I ask. "Or is there something more?" She plays coy with me and says, "After that, what's left?" She rolls over and seems to be asleep almost immediately. As I fall asleep, I'm thinking, "Oh baby, there's so much more. You can't even imagine." Our next adventure begins to take shape in my mind as I fall asleep and dream of her some more. A Chance Meeting at the Gym I arrived at my flat at 7-00a.m. on Monday morning, thankful I had finished my final night shift of ten. Four days before I returned to work, I was determined, not a single hour would be wasted. I picked up my mail behind my front door and shuffled through them. A letter from my Solicitor got my immediate attention. After ripping open the envelope, I punched the air the letter contained my decree absolute. I was officially a single man, months of legal wrangling were over, and I was free. Mary my now ex wife and I had been married for only four years. We'd tied the knot six months after meeting, on holiday in Spain. After two years, we both realised, the marriage was a mistake we had nothing in common except great sex. Once that novelty waned we just drifted apart. After talking things over with Mary, I moved out of the flat we'd purchased together, and found accommodation on the other side of town. Although we lived apart, we met occasionally, the meetings were always friendly and conversations amicably. Things changed when Mary moved in with another guy, and decided she wanted a divorce. Things went downhill quickly, when Solicitors became involved. I received a letter from her Solicitor, demanding that I give up my equity in the flat we jointly owned. Mary had moved out, gone to live with her new bloke, and wanted a quick sale. I tried to agree to split the proceeds of the sale, but her new bloke was a Solicitor and he wouldn't let me talk to her, all communication had to be through our Solicitors. I wouldn't agree to give up my half of the flat, so the wrangling dragged on. Finally the Court ruled that the proceeds of the sale should be divided equally between us, and our amicable relationship went straight out of the window. I stripped off my work clothes, stuffed them into the washing machine for my cleaner to sort out, and ran whooping, into the bathroom to take a shower. I decided to start my first day of freedom with a visit to the gym. After a shower and shave, I threw on some casual clothes, packed my gym bag, feeling really good. I parked in the underground car park of the gym, ignored the lift and ran up two flights of stairs to reception. I burst through the double doors at the top of the staircase, in such a rush I barged straight into Frankie, one of the trainers. I grabbed her around her slender waist, and she clung onto mine, as we tried to stop ourselves from falling onto the marble floor in reception. We failed and fell in a heap, I made sure that I landed flat on my back, with Frankie on top of me to cushion her fall. Once she had regained her senses Frankie said, "Good morning Chris, you certainly know how to bowl a girl over, what's the almighty rush? My class doesn't start for twenty minutes." I was apologising profusely as I helped her to her feet, sweeping dust from her tracksuit. Frankie was bloody gorgeous she had short black hair, big green eyes and hard tits the size of cannonballs. The rest of Frankie's trim body was hard, tanned and toned. She also had a fantastic sense of humour, and the most infectious laugh I've ever heard. She was laughing, as she told me, "That's quite enough rubbing, thank you very much. I am starting to enjoy it, my trackies spotless." I realised, that I was dusting off Frankie's luscious arse with my hands. I apologised again, she just laughed, telling me not to worry, it was a while since she had found herself lying on top of a good looking guy who then massaged her arse. Frankie's laughed filled the reception area, I blushed furiously when I realised all the girls behind the reception desk were looking at us and grinning. "Are you coming to my Spinning Class, you'd better be after getting me so hot and sweaty?" I lied and assured Frankie, I was intending to go to her class. She told me to get changed, she'd see me in fifteen minutes, after she taken a shower to cool off. I signed in, went to the changing room, and changed into my gym kit. I went straight to the room where Frankie's spinning class was to be held. The room was in darkness so I switched on the lights and set up my bike, choosing one near to the door. I was warming up when the door opened, and a pretty blonde popped her head inside, and asked me what time the class started. I told her, in about ten minutes, and asked if she was coming in she replied "I'm not sure, I've never done a spinning class I normally do Aerobics with Frankie, but she told me this class is much better." The pretty blonde eventually stepped in the room. I saw she was wearing skin tight knee length black training pants, and a pink cropped halter neck top. She had a slender waist, taught flat stomach and lovely pair of large tits. She was about my age, 32/33yrs, and was a stunning looking piece of arse. I offered her my hand and introduce myself. "Hi I'm Chris Turner, would you like me to show you how to set up your bike." The blonde said "Yes please." As she shook my hand, and told me her name was Charlene Dicks, all her friends called her Charlie, she added: "No jokes please, I've heard them all before." I helped Charlie set up her bike, taking the opportunity to scan her fantastic body at close range, whilst I explained how she should set it up the bike if she came again. She hopped onto her bike, and told me she was comfortable. As we both started our warm up I asked, if she was divorced or still going through the process. Charlie's head spun round, she asked if Frankie had told me about her getting divorced. I pointed to her wedding finger, and explained the gap in her suntan told me, she had recently removed her rings; "Let's see, did you leave him or did he leave you. My money is on him leaving you, for someone younger he met at work, am I right?" Charlie looked stunned; "His secretary, she's only twenty four and very attractive." I smiled and told her; "Your husbands an idiot, you're more than attractive, you're bloody stunning." Charlie blushed, her eyes locked onto mine, as she asked; "What else do you know about me?" I told her she had been married between ten to fifteen years, probably twelve. She had one child, around ten years of age, and she worked, probably at a school. All the time I was talking Charlie scanned my face and looked into my eyes; "Ok say that I believe that you haven't been told that, how do you know so much about me, we only met three or four minutes ago?" I told her; that was what I did for a living, I observe people, read them and then made guesses based on my assessment. "You're very good are you a Policeman?" "Retired a few years ago, now I'm a self employed Private Investigator." The class started to fill up, and were busy setting up their bikes, Charlie asked; "Will you have a coffee with me, when the class finishes?" Before I could reply Frankie chimed in "You don't want to have coffee with him, he's as randy as hell. This morning, in reception, he jumped on me, pulled me onto the floor then started touching me up" I laughed and protested; "Let's get this story right, you accosted me and climbed on top of me as I recall, you're an animal." Frankie dismissed me with a wave of her hand telling me "Whatever. That's your story, now I'm going to make you pay, you're a pervert." she laughed, as she walked to the front of the class. Charlie was looking quizzically at me after listening to our exchanges. "It's not a long story, I'll explain over coffee." Frankie was as good as her word; my legs were like jelly and I was sweating profusely when I climbed from the bike at the end of class. I told Charlie I'd see her in the café in the reception. As I was walked out of the room, Frankie caught hold of my arm warning; "Don't you dare hurt her, she a very good friend of mine." "I wouldn't hurt anyone I made sure you landed on top, didn't I?" Frankie punched my arm hard in response. I showered and changed in record time and went into the Café to find a quiet table. Frankie who was standing behind the reception desk pointed two fingers to her eyes, then at me and raised her small fist. I got the message she was watching me. Charlie came out of the changing room and was called to reception by Frankie. The two of them had a brief conversation, before Charlie came to join me; "What was that all about?" I nodded at Frankie who was still looking at me. "She told me to be careful, you might seem nice, and good looking, but she wouldn't trust you as far as she can throw you." Charlie replied chuckling. "Latte, you do drink Latte don't you." I enquired smiling at Charlie. "This is getting creepy, what else can you know about me?" I went to order the coffees, when I returned I sat at the opposite side of the table. Charlie asked; "How do you know all these things about me, are you working for my husband?" I assured her that I wasn't, and then explained how I appeared to know so much about her. The fact that she was getting divorced was signified by her missing rings. That she worked at a school and was probably a teacher was a wild guess. It was half term, and she had resumed attending the gym after an absence. She wanted to get herself in shape, after the shock of discovering that a younger woman had stolen her husband. I told Charlie that she probably blamed herself, which was foolish. "He was flattered that his secretary fancied him, and a standing dick has no conscience. He'll regret his decision in six months, leave her and want you back, I guarantee it." Charlie laughed and smiled at me; "How did you know I have a son, and exactly how old he is, also that I like Latte?" I told her they were lucky guesses, but I knew she'd come to the gym for three reasons. First to get in shape, secondly have a look at the competition in the bloke market. Finally to see if there were any blokes she might fancy; "How am I doing?" Charlie was shaking her head in disbelief; "100%. Do you know anything else tell me, I'm fascinated?" "I'm not sure I should, everything else is personal and I'm not sure you wouldn't get upset, and that's the last thing I want to happen, Frankie would kill me." I nodded over to reception where Frankie was standing watching us. Charlie gave me a relaxed smile; "I won't get upset, tell me some more, you're incredible. It's as if you can look into my head, and read my thoughts." I told her, that she had sex with her husband, maybe once or twice per month, in bed, lights out in the missionary position. Also she faked orgasm more times than she experienced one. She wanted to experiment in bed, but dare not discuss the subject with her husband. Now she thought the divorce, was her fault and somehow, she deserved what had happened. Charlie was staring down into her coffee when I finished speaking. I apologised for upsetting her and told her I was very sorry, and should have kept my mouth shut. Charlie raised her head, her smile was radiant, as she told me, I seemed to understand, exactly how she was feeling and why; "All my girl friends tell me they know how I must be feeling, but they don't have a clue. Then a man I've never met before knows my every thought and feeling, how is that possible?" I told her I had investigated hundreds of divorces, and spoken to countless women in her situation. "But you heard the things that they weren't saying; you understood their fears, and their thought processes. How many did you sleep with?" Charlie's question rendered me speechless, how an earth was I expected to answer it. Charlie was looking into my eyes: "I'm sorry I asked that, it wasn't fair. I know that you did, because I know exactly what those women were feeling. They wanted you desperately, just like I do. Please come home, and go to bed with me?" I shook my head, nodded at Frankie telling Charlie; "Frankie would kill me; she's already told you she doesn't trust me, and she hasn't taken her eyes of us since you sat down." Charlie smiled; "Its ok, I'll tell her I'm a big girl, and I can take care of myself, besides I haven't made love for months, and I'm getting desperate, actually you'll be doing me a favour." I laughed: "You certainly are a big girl, and if you can square it with Frankie, I'm up for it." Charlie told me to go to the car park she'd meet me there after she had spoken to Frankie. I left the Café and rode the lift down to the basement car park Charlie joined me a few minutes later, she gave me a hug and a long kiss then pointed to her car; "I only live a couple of miles away, follow me." I asked if she was sure that was what she wanted, and received her assurance; "I've never been as certain of anything in my life." Charlie gave me another quick kiss and walked quickly to her car. The journey to her home took about five minutes. Her car pulled into a drive with electronic gates, the gates swung open, allowing Charlie and I to drive through. The pebble drive leading to her house, wound through mature woodland for about 200 yards and exited into a parking area, half the size of a football pitch. Her home was an old three story stone built mansion, four steps led up to a huge Oak door. I parked alongside Charlie's blue Fiat Punto and got out, staring in amazement. Charlie sprang from her car and came to join me; "Like it?" "It's magnificent, enormous, is the Queen home?" I replied. Charlie took my arm and walked me to the front door, telling me the house was hers, her husband had signed it over to her, before she had even spoken to a Solicitor; "I think it assuaged his guilt, lets get inside it's starting to rain and it's quite cold." The inside of the house was a bigger surprise than the outside which was all 19th century. The interior was very 21st century, ultra modern with minimalist décor and furnishings. Charlie led me into a space age kitchen that was larger than my flat. She asked if I'd like a drink, she had to ask me twice, because I was spinning around trying to take everything in. All the worktops were black granite, the cupboard and unit doors were bright red. "Ferrari Red, it matches the car exactly." Charlie announced. "You have a bloody Ferrari?" She chuckled; "Two actually, they're in the garage, the Solicitors are still arguing who gets to keep them, until that's resolved they're both mine." Charlie took two elegant glasses, from a large glass rack containing several dozen all of different types and sizes. She filled them with red wine and handed one to me: "But you said you were a school teacher. Why do you drive a poxy Fiat Punto, you own two bloody Ferrari's?" Charlie tried to stop her laughter, but wine sputtered from her mouth onto the worktops and floor. "Going to the gym or the Supermarket in a Ferrari would be a little ostentatious don't you think?" "Who cares, how does a schoolteacher come to own this house and two Ferrari's?" I asked. "I own the School. It's a Private Boarding School for refined young ladies. Actually most of them are spoiled, over indulged brats." She grinned. The truth was slowly starting to dawn on me, Charlie, wasn't any old schoolteacher, she must be a millionaire schoolteacher/school owner. Charlie saw that my mind was working overtime and asked almost frightened to hear my answer; "Does all this make any difference, I'm still the same Charlie you met at the gym?" I countered "And I'm just a bit of rough trade?" She laughed out loud telling me as she walked over to kiss me tenderly; "Oh God no, you are the most intuitive man I've ever met. Men are from Mars women from Venus they say. I don't know where you're from, but you're gorgeous and fascinating and I want you." As we kissed again, Charlie was ripping away at the buttons on my shirt and grappling with the belt on my slacks. I undid the zip on her tracksuit top and revealed her magnificent upturned breasts, her hard nipples were pointing skyward. She slid my slacks and shorts down, I kicked them way as she stepped out of her tracksuit bottoms and scarlet lace thong. Her naked body took my breath away. I told Charlie to turn around I wanted to look at her. She had the body of an eighteen year old. It was magnificent, sculpted toned and tanned, a body to die for. As she completed her self conscious twirl and faced me, I scooped her into my arms, and nibbled her hard nipples which made her gasp. "Where do I take you?" "Your choice, we can stay in the kitchen, but the marble worktop is hard and cold, my bedroom is up two flights of stairs, the lounge is through that door, and the pool is through the other one." I was amazed; "You have your own pool?" Charlie laughed and pointed to a door, it's through there, only twenty five metres and five feet at the deepest, but it's nice and warm. Can you swim?" I told her; "I wasn't planning on swimming." I buried my face into her magnificent breast and sucked and bit her hard nipples. As I carried Charlie she pulled my mouth onto her tits and was groaning throatily. When we entered the large room containing the pool I saw to my left a bar surrounded by four huge long sofas. I walked over to one of them and laid Charlie down on her back. I began to kiss and explore every inch of her magnificent toned body, wondering at just how hard it was. "How come you're in such great shape, if you haven't been going to the gym?" "I have a personal trainer, we work out together here." I laughed: "Don't tell me, its Frankie isn't it, that's why she was so protective?" I didn't require an answer and didn't receive one, instead Charlie grasped my stiff long cock; "I'm not sure this is going to fit. It's so long and thick. I can't even wrap my fingers around it." I stopped licking the insides of her thighs to tell her that we'd take things slowly, but I would need her help. I asked her to tell me if I did something that she liked, and stop me if I did something she didn't enjoy or felt uncomfortable with, Charlie replied; "I loved you nibbling my breasts they're very sensitive and kissing and licking my thighs was thrilling, my tummy muscles, and other place were twitching like mad." I kissed Charlie on her lips and asked where she would like me to start; "Squeeze and kiss my breasts first, like you did earlier, then work your way down." The nervousness was apparent in her voice, clearly she was unused to directing the exploration of her body. I took her large firm breast in my hand and kneaded them in a circular motion. Charlie closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. "Squeeze them and bite my nipples." Charlie instructed when I chewed her nipples in my teeth she groaned, and shuffled her arse down the sofa, raised her knees and parted her legs. I accepted the invitation, and whilst continuing to nibble her tits, I slid my fingers between the wet lips of her open cunt. The first time my fingers brushed over her clit, her whole body jumped, I immediately withdrew my hand. "Don't stop, please don't stop. It felt just like an electric shock, when you touched it." I asked Charlie what I had touched to illicit such a response, Charlie told me that I knew very well, what I had touched and begged me to touch it again, I teased her; "What would you like me to touch exactly, what do you call it?" Charlie's mounting excitement was clear in her voice; "My clitoris, you touched my clitoris, and you know you did." I laughed and teased her more; "How very formal, do you teach English or Anatomy at School." I reached down again, and resumed sliding my fingers through her gaping wet crack, asking; "What am I doing?" "Driving me insane, stroking and probing my private parts." She gasped as she wriggled under my fingers. I slid my fingers inside her and rotated them slowly, at the same time I applied pressure to her clit with my thumb, Charlie moaned and wriggled. "Oh that feels wonderful." I asked Charlie to tell me explicitly what felt so wonderful; "Having you're fingers exploring my cunt, and your thumb rubbing my clit. There I've said it, are you happy now."