1 comments/ 17716 views/ 2 favorites An Unexpected Adventure By: CloakofNight It had been a long, horrible day. It seemed like the whole world had decided to call upon her to rectify their problems. One complaint after another, the phone didn’t stop ringing once. But now, she was free. Her boss had finally allowed her to close up her office for the weekend. Not a moment too soon either, although she did regret not bringing a warmer jacket. It had been raining all day, only stopping but thirty minutes before she left her work. Now the evening was frigid, way below the usual temperature one expected to feel in August. The cold damp air seemed to cling to her skin as she made her best effort to dodge puddles on her trek home. At least it was also late, and most of the general population had made an effort to clear the streets an hour ago. Which was something she was grateful for. There was nothing worse then having to push her way past crowds of people on her way home, it always hindered her ability to unwind from the day’s events. Now she had the ability to set her own pace and just let herself relax. Glancing up ahead she noticed a crosswalk light turn to red, forcing her to come to a halt as she let slip a sigh and pulled her thin coat tighter about herself. The night really was cold and she couldn‘t wait until she finally reached her apartment building. She’d turn on the gas fireplace, take a nice warm bubble bath…Before she could continue her thoughts, the light turned green and she stepped down into the street. Even as she did so, one last vehicle flew through the intersection, nearly running her over in the process and she suddenly found herself covered in mud. Her skirt and jacket were just about caked in it and she spun around to face the direction the car had gone in. “Thanks buddy! Thank you so fucking much!” she exclaimed angrily as she threw a hand into the air. Of course there was no way the person in the car had heard her and she had no other choice then to continue across the street soaked and filthy. “And I didn’t think this day could get any worse,” she muttered angrily as she walked down the streets toward her apartment. But the further from the street corner she got, the more colder and uncomfortable she became. Eventually she gave in and turned to hail herself a cab, yet before she managed to throw a hand in the air she noticed a small twenty-four hour Laundromat across the street. “Well.. At the least I could dry off my skirt and coat,” she thought to herself as she moved across the street and stepped into the Laundromat. The place seemed well kept, there were six washing machines set in two rows in the middle of the room. While on the back wall were six industrial sized drying machines. About what you would expect from any Laundromat. To her left she saw a small vending machine that dispensed single use boxes of dry laundry detergent. Deciding that it’d be best to wash her soiled items, instead of just drying them she grabbed hold of her purse and purchased one of the boxes. She then removed her jacket and skirt, tossing them into the nearest washing machine and starting it up. It was only then that she realized what she was doing. Not that washing clothes was anything to be surprised about. But here she was, standing in a public Laundromat, at midnight, in nothing but her thin blouse, a bra, and panties. What if someone was to walk in on her? The very thought of being caught like this was embarrassing… Or, was it? Perhaps if the timing was right it could be an exciting experience. But.. Exciting? Her? Hardly. With a small shrug she grabbed a magazine off one of the chairs set about the room and sat down, preparing to read some of the articles while her clothes were being washed. No more then fifteen minutes had passed before she noticed a vehicle pull up in front of the Laundromat. It seemed that she was no longer going to have this space to herself, and the idea of it sparked something inside her. With a bit of curiosity she watched as a young man emerged from the vehicle and unloaded a basket of laundry from the trunk. Yet before he stepped into the building she returned her gaze to the magazine, pretending to read. She didn’t have to keep up the guise for long though, because within minutes the buzzer on the washing machine containing her clothes went off. So much for being silent and un-noticeable. Pursing her lips together she rose from her seat and moved to the machine, opening its top lid and removing her damp clothing from its confinement. She wasn’t aware that the man’s gaze had fallen upon her until she turned to the dryers along the back wall and saw his reflection in the glass of one of the closed machines. What was he thinking about? Pushing aside the thought for the moment she opened another machine and stuffed her clothing inside, pulling a few quarters out of her blouse pocket she started the cycle up. She then turned around, hiding a slight smirk as the man immediately lowered his gaze and turned the washing machine containing his clothing on. Trying to appear as comfortable as she could she returned to the seat she’d been occupying and picked the magazine up once again. Of course she really wasn’t interested in reading, though she casually flipped the page of the magazine to a new article. The man’s gaze was again upon her, even though she didn’t look up to confirm this, she felt it. She didn’t care either, let him look; she thought to herself as she glanced upward momentarily. The man really was rather good looking, standing approximately six feet in height, he had sandy brown hair and blue eyes. He was slender, yet not over-much and he carried himself rather well as he stepped around the washing machines and settled into a chair two spots away from her. Perhaps the day wouldn’t be a total waste. Smiling to herself she returned her gaze to the magazine she held. The two of them sat in silence for about ten minutes before the man approached her, sitting down in the chair immediately to her right. “So,” he said as he settled himself. “I haven’t seen you in here before.” Raising a brow she lifted her gaze from the magazine to the man. That was one of the lamest pick up lines she had ever heard. Could he honestly not come up with something a little better? “That’s because I’ve never been in here before,” she replied idly. Doing her absolute best to sound disinterested. The man shifted slightly in his seat as he looked her over from head to toe. “Do you always do laundry in your undergarments?” Oh boy, she sighed slightly as she turned her attention back to the magazine. Well he was a total bore, so much for an interesting night. Almost as if he could sense what she was thinking the man also let lose a sigh, shifting in his seat once more. “Alright. Yeah that was lame. Long day you know. But seriously, why the scant attire?” “Some asshole blew through a red light and managed to nail me with a mud puddle,” she replied as she again returned her attention to him. “I was going to just catch a cab home after that, but I figured I was safe coming into a Laundromat at midnight.” “Ah.. Well then.” Again he shifted in his chair, but this time it was to get closer to her. His gaze once again looking her over. Now she considered herself to be fairly pretty. She had long brunet hair, and brown eyes. She stood to a height of Five foot, seven inches. Her body was lean and well kept, and her size 36, C cup breasts fit her form perfectly. Yet as the man looked at her he seemed to be trying to figure something out. Was there some mud on her she didn’t see? Or did she really look more disheveled then she thought she did? Before she had the chance to ask him what he was looking at the buzzer on his machine went off and he rose to take care of it. Shrugging to herself she returned to her dull magazine once again. At least her clothes should almost be done. The thought was barely finished, when the man came back over to the row of chairs. Stopping right in front of her he snatched her magazine away and brought himself down to her level, placing a hard kiss firmly on her lips. At first, she was taken off guard by the motion and attempted to push him away. But as she did so, she found herself slightly aroused and returned his kiss instead. It took him only a few seconds to unbutton her blouse, as well as to undo her bra, which was one of the new front hook types. Thus leaving her rather exposed in the neon lighting of the Laundromat. Though she had little time to linger on the matter as the man immediately began licking and sucking on her hard nipple. Oh the sudden sensation of it had her juices flowing and she failed to suppress a low moan as she adjusted herself in the chair. Unfortunately, this position just wasn’t going to do for her, and with a smile she slowly pushed him away. The man was alarmed, but didn’t protest when she coaxed him into a standing position. A few seconds later she positioned herself on her knees in front of the man, her fingers dancing over the bulge in his pants as she gazed up at him. He looked nervous, but then, so was she. She’d never done something like this before. Meeting a strange man while she sat half naked in a public Laundromat. But she wasn’t about to let that stop her as she undid his pants, and pushed his boxers down just a bit, allowing his hard cock to slip free of it’s confinement. It was just as delicious looking as he was, nice and thick and approximately seven inches long with a drop of pre-cum glistening in the light. Licking her lips she took hold of his shaft in one hand before wrapping her mouth around it’s head. Her tongue sliding forward to wrap and caress his organ as she began sucking him off. The hand that held his shaft sliding down to give his balls a squeeze as she did so. Within moments the man’s moans began to fill the small space of the Laundromat as she bobbed her head up and down his swollen member, but before she could finish him off he stopped her. Pulling her up to her feet as he planted a hungry kiss on her lips and turned her around, lifting her up on top of one of the washing machines. If this wasn’t considered exciting, she didn’t know what was. She smiled a moment before he caught one of her nipples in his mouth sucking upon it once again. At the same time his hands slid down over her body, rubbing and caressing before he settled them upon her thighs. They were immediately parted as he pulled her panties off of her and set them aside, his fingers then rubbing and caressing her wet cunt for just a moment before he lowered himself down and replaced them instead with his tongue. It was like magic, her eyes closed as she felt all her worries and problems from the day melt away at his touch. His tongue probing deep inside of her before he dragged it up over her swollen clit, sucking gently upon it while she moaned in pleasure. He continued taunting and teasing her for a good five minutes, never once allowing her to explode. It was pure torture, her hips rising and falling in response to his movements until she just couldn’t take it any longer, bursting out quite suddenly. “Oh, just fuck me now!” It came out a bit louder then she thought it was and that caused her to blush as he grinned and slid himself up her body. Within moments his arms wrapped around her body as he pulled her toward the edge of the washing machine, his cock sliding fast and hard into her depths. The feeling of it was so wonderful that she couldn’t suppress a moan as she wrapped her legs around his body, pushing him even deeper inside her body. This seemed to catch him off guard but he simply grinned, pumping himself faster and more determined inside her. His moans rose to mingle with hers as he worked himself hungrily into her depths, stopping suddenly as his load spurted deep into her cunt. They held their position for a few moments as they both opened their eyes and looked at each other, the sound of his dryer sounding in the background. “Well..” he breathed as a smile curled upon his features. “Well.. Indeed,” she replied as she too found herself smiling. “My name’s Tanya.” The man let slip a chuckle as he pulled out of her and did his pants up. “Nice, to meet you Tanya. I’m Jake.” The smile remained on her lips as she grabbed hold of her panties and slipped them back on, tossing a glance toward one of the front windows as she hooked her bra and re-buttoned her blouse. It was raining again, and she couldn’t suppress the sigh that followed her observation. “This definitely wasn’t how I expected to spend my evening,” she stated in a light tone as she followed him over to the dryers. Jake let out a laugh at her statement as he pulled his clothing from the dryer and placed them into his basket. “That makes two of us.. But, I can’t say I regret what happened.” “Nor do I,” her response was a little distant as she pulled her now clean skirt back onto her body. Following it up with her jacket. “So where do you live?” Jake inquired as he watched her move toward the exit of the Laundromat. The question stopped her just short of the door as she turned to face him, a smirk playing upon her lips. “Thinking to get a little more?” “Well.. That would be a bonus. But, I have a car… And you don’t,” he stated as he stopped just a step away from her. “I figured, with it raining and all, that I’d at least offer you a ride home.” “Oh of course!” she exclaimed with a chuckle. “I live in the Calvary apartment complex.. It’s about two and half blocks from here.” “Well…What a coincidence. I just moved in there a week ago.” She couldn’t suppress the grin that curled on her features at his statement.. Somehow, she had a feeling that this evening wasn’t over just yet… To Be Continued… An Unexpected Adventure Strange how things happen when you least expect it, isn't it? Like with Bob and I. Married twenty years, no kids, his fault, not mine, the doctors tell us, but we don't mind ... not now. Oh, we're settled into a routine of long standing -- well we were, until that one particular night. Bob would come home from work, have his martini, sometimes two, and settle down in front of the television to watch the news and then some porn. I didn't like that at first, I mean, what was I chopped liver? I didn't understand what he saw or got out of watching men and women cavorting naked and doing all sorts of crazy things like it was the most normal thing for folks to do. I have nothing against sex, good Lord, I love a good romp in bed, but letting someone capture you doing it? It just didn't seem right. But on June 16th something came over me as I looked in at my husband lying on the sofa watching an old porno film from the 80's in the shadowy room. Only a small lamp on an end table provided any illumination. I realized it wasn't just his evening at home, it was mine as well and I decided to do something about it. Bob didn't notice me watching him and from time to time the blonde named Christy Canyon with incredible breasts he couldn't take his eyes off of as she fellated a man who ostensibly was a plumber there to fix a leaky sink. I told myself that I was Bob's woman, not this celluloid caricature with artificial tits and slid out of my chair and knelt next to his feet. He glanced my way and smiled, acknowledging my existence, and returned to watching C. C. with the double DD's. But that look, however brief, warmed me all over and I realized that she was not actually in the room and I was. Taking a deep breath, I reached for his zipper. There was only the slightest hesitation as it slid down over the bulge in his slacks. I followed by quickly opening his pants and freeing our mutually favorite toy. I was afraid to look up at him. Gingerly he put a hand on the back of my head and loosely gathered a handful of hair as he slowly urged me down toward his lap. My hand shook as it encircled his base. I leaned forward, tongue out, and barely touched the tip. The cock in my hand stiffened even more and I took the entire head into my mouth and sucked hungrily. I risked a look up and saw his eyes were on Christy Canyon sucking off a thick penis of incredible length. I lowered my eyes to his growing erection. My lips were about to engulf it, all six inches; I'd done it before - deep-throating him, I mean, and no doubt would do it again. Other than the occasional gagging part I enjoyed the moments of power I derived from fellating him. Then he was entirely my mouth and I closed my eyes and started to fellate him as best I could. Knowing it was only seconds before Bob would close his eyes and only be thinking about what I was doing to him made my nipples grow erect and I began to lubricate. Without conscious thought, the fingertips of my left hand moved to my bra-encased breast, gliding over the whole of it, barely touching and avoiding all contact with the nipple. I made slurpy sounds as I sucked away, not swallowing my saliva, letting it seep from my mouth and down my chin. I removed him from my mouth and saw a long string of spittle clinging from my tongue to the head of his cock. He shoved himself back between my lips and I sucked voraciously upon him. My free hand traced a path around each breast, slowly spiraling in toward the nipples. And as the finger tips reached the edge of my areole I looked up into his eyes and shuddered from the intensity of my arousal. If anything, Bob grew harder. My right hand cupped his testicles and gave them a light squeeze. He groaned. I felt his involuntary spasm and the first pulse of his cum hit the roof of my mouth. Secondary spurts filled my mouth. I swallowed. I didn't dare to look up at him and concentrated on sucking his cock, the essence of my being at the moment. I sucked and sucked even after it softened. I sucked it clean, leaving nothing. I let it fall from between my lips after one last suck. I heard a kissing sound and glanced up at him, trying my best not to smile. Bob was looking at me through half-closed eyelids. He wasn't smiling either. "Take your clothes off," he said. He hadn't moved. He seemed so serious. It was the first thing either of us said since I'd entered the room. On the television screen, Christy Canyon was on all fours getting it doggy-style from a different man. I wondered what had happened to the first guy as I began removing my clothing. I'd never done anything like this with him before and it made me a bit nervous. Thoughts of what was he going to do to me filled my mind as Christy Canyon faded away. "Sit in the armchair," he said in a hoarse voice as I stood nude before him. I sat "Bring yourself off." I was stunned. I had surprised him and now he was returning the favor. I considered. I could stop it all. I could break the mood. I didn't want to break the mood. I realized I could make myself do what he asked. After all, I'd just sucked his cock without his prompting. I decided that I could be as sluttish as he wanted me to be and drew my knees up in front of my hand, as I coiled in what could have been a fetal position. I didn't take my eyes off him. And he didn't take his eyes off me as we stared at each other. "Open those legs, Diane, my husband croaked. With a flush of shame and a shudder of excitement, I closed my eyes and opened my legs. "Now put them over the arms of the chair, Diane." Shaking with shame and arousal, I did. I opened my eyes and looked down. My hand was still at the top of my slit, but my lips, my slick protruding lips, were uncovered, flaunted, and oh so obviously wet. "DO IT!" It was the first time he'd raised his voice to me in years. I obeyed him and touched myself. Fingers moved automatically, retracing the movements I used secretly since puberty. Our eyes were still locked. I wanted him. I wanted to cum. But he'd already cum and it was my doing. I fingered frantically. It felt good -- very good. I felt my breathing picking up. I realized I was breathing through my mouth. Bob was still staring at me, well of course he was, and I liked that he was watching me. Who the hell was I? Where had it come from - this sudden inclination to suck his cock and then brazenly jill off while he watched? Oh, fuck I felt good! On the brink of cumming while strumming my clit while meeting his eyes still riveted to my fingers. In a voice barely a whisper, Bob croaked, "Take your fingers away; put them in your mouth." I nodded and then slowly tasted myself. As my tongue licked my secretions from the fingers I envisioned a woman wallowed between my legs, licking and sucking with wantonness I had never even thought possible. I struggled to fight off panic, but the sensations I was experiencing were impossible to ignore, and I vowed to have sex with another woman at least once before the year was over. I kept my eyes closed as my fingers returned to my sodden cunt and began the climb to release. The intensity of my orgasm left me dazed. My hand dropped to my side; my jaw hung open and I think I was drooling as I sat motionless for a timeless interval before he broke the silence. "Turn around, Diane. Put your ass up for me." I was happy to comply. On hands and knees, I let my head droop until the crown was touching the seat of the arm chair. I snuck a glance behind me. Bob was hard again. It was absolutely true -- he was hard as a rock. And I was ready too; I had yet to stop fingering myself. I could no longer see him behind me, but there was no ignoring him. I sensed him lining up his penis with my vagina. I felt the briefest contact as he surged forward and surged into my wet chasm. It felt so good inside me. I wanted to die as I looked down at my breasts bouncing back and forth in time with Bob's thrusts. It was wild, wanton and mindless fucking. I slammed my body back against his pelvis and keened a song of abandon. And then, without warning I froze, moaned, and felt my vaginal muscles spasm rhythmically as I came. I fell forward from the force of his next thrust, but Bob grabbed my hips and pulled me back, impaling me again, and again. I couldn't believe I was cumming again, and was just finishing my contractions when Bob began pumping in short quick strokes. Finally holding me tightly to his body as his hips jerked spasmodically. "Oh, Diane, my love ... Oh God," he cried as he filled me with his pent-up release. I toppled to the floor, turning on my side as I did. I blinked. My mind spun for a second or two and I realized I'd seen a face in the window! I was facing the window and for a split second I'd seen someone peeking between the curtain and the side of the window. It took several seconds for me to put a name to the face, but I knew then that the voyeur was my next-door neighbor, Fiona. My mind raced. She must have been stopping by for something and had glanced in the window. Now she was racing back home, thinking who-knows-what. I couldn't bring myself to tell Bob, not then. I needed time to think things through. There was no sleep for me that night, and the following morning after Bob set off for work with a spring in his step and a glow on his face, I reached for the phone and called Fiona. ________________________________________ At eleven o'clock, I was sitting on the terrace at the Marriott Hotel, waiting for Fiona. I had no distinct memories of how I got there, having dressed and driven with little conscious thought. I pushed my glass of white wine back and forth, and nibbled out of habit rather than hunger on the appetizer I'd ordered so that the server would leave me alone with my thoughts. Ten minutes later, Fiona arrived and sat opposite me at the table. When our eyes met, Fiona's face turned red. I felt my own face heat up. Fiona spoke tentatively, "Hi, Diane. Are we still friends?" "Of course we are, Fiona, but I need to know what's going on." Just then, the waiter arrived, and the intensity of the moment was shattered by his query as to whether Fiona wanted a drink. Fiona embraced the mundane task of ordering as a welcome delay before returning to face the uncertainties that lay ahead. When he had gone, Fiona spoke. "I apologize for being where I was last night. You probably won't believe me, but it was an accidental thing." "A thing? You call what you were doing a thing?" "I'm sorry, Diane. I didn't think we'd be this uncomfortable." "But as you can see, we clearly are uncomfortable." "I ... I was coming over to ask you ... well, never mind what I was going to ask, it's already ancient history. I happened to look in when I saw movement in the room -- it was obvious you were enjoying yourselves." "You were the one enjoying the show, Fiona," I said sarcastically, and after the words had left my mouth, I couldn't believe I'd uttered them. Fiona looked at me, and I could tell she could see right through my discomfiture. She smiled, seeming a little amused at my performance. But it was a good-natured smile and I felt the urge to laugh at myself with her. "You know what you should do?" she asked. I realized she now was looking devious. "What?" "Fair is fair." She was still smiling. "You should spy on John and me." I stared at her. Somehow her words made perfect sense. Bob had no idea we'd been watched, and neither did Fiona's husband, John. ________________________________________ Nine hours later, in a light drizzle, I was peeking in their kitchen window. Fiona had promised me a performance similar to the one Bob and I had provided her the night before. I saw her glance in my direction and smile. A moment later she indicated that I should position myself by the living room window and I did, just as she approached her husband where he sat watching television. Fiona stood up. She got in front of John then actually stepped right onto his easy chair, putting a foot on each side of him, just inside each chair arm. But she'd lowered her body so she was crouching in front of him, her hands on the back of the chair to steady herself. I was surprised at how long and limber her legs were. John looked up at her. Fiona lowered her head toward him and kissed him on the lips. I wanted to leave. She'd made me promise I wouldn't. But I wanted to stay, too. Yes, I was hooked. They kissed. It was sweet. I thought about Bob -- maybe I could do something like that. Suddenly John was on his feet, somehow holding Fiona under his right arm. He was definitely strong. He had her shorts off and he pulled off her top and she was completely naked! Still holding her, he walked right over to the window where I was peeking in! I ducked. I heard noises, then breathing. The window was open, just a screen between them and me. I lifted my head a little and found Fiona looking out the window. There was a table in front of the window and she was apparently face down on it. I raised my head a little more and saw the top of John's head--he was standing behind her. Fiona was breathing deeply--she couldn't seem to get her breath. I could see her eyes, they were unfocused. She wrenched her head and her whole body jerked toward the window. Again, then again. She was breathing harder still. I was inches from her face, watching her. I saw her eyes focus on me. It was like she hadn't seen me before and now she did. She kissed the air in front of me and then grinned. All the while, her body was jerking. Then she kissed the air again, her eyes went out of focus again though she was still right there in front of me. She was breathing so hard. My hand slipped in the elastic band of my shorts and into the front of my underpants. She was vocalizing on each breath, still jerking. I slipped to the side of the window and stood higher, careful to remain out of John's sight. I could see more of her body and the side of his hip. He appeared to be naked as much as I could see. He held her wrists behind her with both his hands and pounded into her. Her body continued to jerk each time he pushed. She started moaning, louder and louder. My fingers inside my underpants didn't stop. She yelled the one last time and shuddered violently. I came. ________________________________________ Ten agonizingly guilty minutes later, I steeled myself to face my husband. We loved one another, how could the truth damage our marriage, I wondered for the thousandth time. I opened the door and called his name only to be met by an ominous silence. Walking to the kitchen, I saw the note under the refrigerator magnet: "Returning the video to Magna's. Will bring pizza back with new video." Breathing a sigh of relief, I made for the shower, as if to wash off any evidence of my misdoings. I was toweling my hair, wearing a white terrycloth robe over a tee-shirt and panties when the silence was disrupted by Bob's shouting out, "I'm home!" I greeted him with a wet kiss and accepted the pizza from him and set two plates out while he opened the fridge and took out two bottles of beer. "Got another Christy Canyon for us," he said brightly. "Us?" I said, before I could stop myself. "Yeah, but didn't she turn you on last night?" "Umm, not exactly, but it's all right, I don't mind," but I was telling myself that I hadn't done anything wrong. I hadn't cheated on him. I had never made a habit of telling Bob every time someone hit on me or tried to cop a little feel at a party. What happened earlier wasn't so much different than that. After all, I hadn't done anything. But if that was the case, then why was I saying I hadn't done anything over and over? We finished the pizza, it was a ten inch pie, I'm not a pig, nor is Bob, and continued procrastinating while Bob, now clad in only boxers and tee-shirt, turned on the TV and inserted the pornographic DVD into the VCR. My erstwhile nemesis, Christy Canyon came back to haunt me again, spreading her legs impossibly wide in the backseat of a moving limousine so that a handsome, man in a tux could go down on her. Her vagina was exceedingly large as the camera zoomed in on it and I turned my face away from the screen. Bob's eyes were fixed on Christy as her current lover's mouth descended upon her vulva, making overly loud sucking sounds that filled the otherwise quiet room. I came out of my erotic fugue when Bob's hand cupped my breast as he had done for years. And when his tongue dragged the length of my neck a split second before Christy bestowed a similar ploy on the guy doing her, a perverse flame shot through me as I saw Fiona's husband fucking her from behind and her smiling at me flash through my mind. My arousal was Pavlovian. I almost hurt him as I yanked his boxers to his knees and sucked his semi-hard penis into my mouth. Bob had an uncomprehending look on his face, but his penis knew how to react. I felt a sense of power and wicked thought: Fuck you, Christy Canyon and your bigger than life twat. I was proud of the way my husband's cock responded to me -- hardening to full length only moments after entering my wanton mouth. I struggled to shed my robe while keeping him between my vacuuming lips and not biting him. He saw my plight and helped me off with the robe, pushing the bra up to my chin in order to get at my tits so he could squeeze them while I blew him. Was this what they meant by déjà-vu? I wondered, as I attempted to repeat last night's torridness. That thought caused me to keep looking at the windows for any sigh that Fiona and or her husband might be watching us again. I saw no evidence of it, but continued glancing up, looking --- perhaps hoping for some sign that they were. I would ponder this for the remainder of the night --- another sleepless, well, almost sleepless night for me. But on the screen, Christy was about to be rear-ended by her handsome lover and Bob, who somehow was managing to watch her while I was sucking him, worked my panties down my hips to my knees. Once again I shoved my behind at him, trusting that he wouldn't dare take me anally --- it was, or had been mutually agreed upon by us early in our marriage that I wasn't allowing it --- and without ever fully standing up, I dropped to my hands and knees, let my head drop to the floor and reached behind her to fit him into her. "Fuck me, Bob! Dear God, fuck me, please!" I begged, while thinking, what must he think of me? I came as his cock churned in and out of me, turning my slick juices into a cream or sorts as it oozed out between the walls of my vagina and steely sides of his shaft. I was building up to another when he slammed into me like a laborer using a jackhammer and spewed a copious load into my deepest parts. I was disappointed, but only momentarily, for my man seemingly twirled me around and sent his face between my sodden labia and ate me to several more rousing cums until I lay twitching and panting on the floor, calling his name out, over and over and over. ________________________________________ Bob had left for work, but only after giving me a rousing fuck with me leaning over the kitchen table. I was in the bathroom, one foot up on the bathtub, wiping his semen from between my legs when the phone rang. I stumbled into the bedroom, thinking it Bob with some last words to keep me going until he got home and jerked the phone off its cradle before it could ring again. "Hello," I gasped excitedly, still holding the tissue with his seed on it. "Uh, Diane ... uh, it's me, Fiona. Mmmm, oh shit, are you still speaking to me?" "Why, uh, yes ... yes, of course." "So what'd you think?" "I ... I umm, sort of liked what I saw," I admitted. An Unexpected Adventure "I should, um, tell you something, Diane." "Go on ... what is it?" "Don't be mad at me ... please, Diane." "Fiona, what the hell are you trying to tell me?" "I ... I um, told my husband about us. He wants ... wants you to watch us again." "WHAT!" "Be here, tonight. Inside, not outside, at nine o'clock, please!" Click. ________________________________________ I panicked. There's no other word for it. Never had I regretted anything more than not having confessed what I'd done to Bob when I had the chance. And now, what? I went about by daily errands like a zombie. Picking up the clothes from the cleaners, doing the weekly shopping, gassing up the car -- all on autopilot. I fixed a light dinner for Bob and myself, topping it off with an expensive bottle of red wine. We sat down to eat at seven sharp. On my third glass of wine (the last of the bottle) I began to tell him "Wanna tell me about what's bothering you, Diane?" For some reason I started to deny anything was wrong, but I paused, and then began to cry, "Oh, Bob ... I'm so ashamed. Please don't hate me...." "Whoa, I don't hate you. I'd never hate you, Diane. Now tell me what's wrong." It was like undergoing a root canal, but slowly, all the events of the past days haltingly slipped from my mouth. My little rebellion against Christy Canyon. That drew a small smile from his mouth. The face at the window, watching us. Put a sudden startled expression on his countenance. And when I related Fiona's admission of guilt and subsequent invitation to watch her and her husband an astonished look crossed his face and I broke down and began crying again. Bob had his arm around me, saying "There, there," over and over. I blurted out that I had accepted her invitation and gone over. That I had watched them fornicating; that I had cum while watching them; that I had come home and after pizza and beer I had seduced him again while gloating over the fact that I had the real cock in my mouth and Christy Canyon was merely a celluloid ghost, doomed to repetitive, never ending rounds of regulated fucking. "But I don't want to lose you, Bob. I love you!" "It doesn't sound like you've done anything to be ashamed of," he said softly. "But ... but they want me to go over there again --- tonight! He wants me to watch them --- inside their house --- in the same room!" "If ... if that's the worst thing you do in our married life, Diane, I have no problem." "What!" "Was that the reason you did what you did the last two nights?" "Yes," I replied in a small voice. "Did you enjoy watching them?" "Yes," my voice seemed even smaller. "And you want to do it again?" "Yes .... I ... I've never done anything so wild, so erotic. I don't think I'll ever be so tempted again. Something in me is telling me to go. To participate if asked, but I won't go if you tell me not too." "Is John bigger than me?" "God, no. You must be two or three inches taller." I was stunned when he started laughing at me. "No ... no, I meant his dick. Is it bigger than mine?" "Oh ... no, dear. If anything, he's a bit shorter than you. Otherwise I'd guess you're about the same." "So ... tell me in detail just what they did while you watched." I did my best to recount their every action. I saw him grow hard at my words, and knew he was thinking it was him fucking Fiona while I watched. I was surprised that it didn't offend me, and added some details that may or may not have occurred to sustain his interest. I felt somewhat like Scheherazade regaling the King with fanciful stories in order to stay my execution. I knew Bob wanted me then and there. I could see it in his eyes and the way he kept licking his lips. The bulge in his trousers was even more proof that he was ready to fuck me silly. But he poured himself a double shot of scotch and drank half contemplating me with a serious expression on his face. "You have my permission to go. You don't need my permission, but I think you'll feel better if I give it. You know, umm, no recriminations after, and all that stuff." He swallowed the remainder of the scotch and there was no reproach in his eyes. "Bob!" I cried out painfully, "You don't understand." "No, Diane, you'll always regret it if you don't do this. So let yourself go. I can live with it. Hopefully it will make our marriage stronger than it already is." I was crying, tears running down my face, ruining my makeup. "If ... if I go over there ... he's going to fuck me. And it's possible that he'll make Fiona and me do things with each other," my voice was completely flat. "Is ... is that what you want?" "It's not what I want, Diane. It's more a matter of your personal need, or needs. You can rest assured that I love you and will continue to love you after this. You're not in love with him, are you?" "Lord no! I hardly know the man, Bob." "But you have this ... feeling that attracts you to him, like a moth to a flame." "It is kind of like that, yes. A kind of rush, you know? But it's certainly not love. It's like I want him to take me the way he took Fiona. There's something about him... if I go back ...." Bob remained silent for a full minute, and then he smiled at me and said, "You were very young when I married you, Diane. You never had a chance to test sex before getting married. I did, and I know that having done so has kept me from straying over the years. It's a powerful inclination straying, for women as well as men. It's a very powerful pull that urge within each and every one of us. "I want you to take this fling with them. It's okay with me. Try everything you can tonight, then and only then will I be assured you'll not wander off with some stranger that you meet at the market, or church, or some goddamn place when your hormones and the moon are in sync and you resent the fact that I've been with others and you haven't. "I don't want you regretting not having taken the opportunity to do it. It would only cause you to do it later, without confiding in me first. And I do want to stress the fact that I appreciate your telling me all this before doing anything. It tells me you love me and more that you respect me. I feel the same about you. So do what you think you need to do. "I'll be here waiting for you. Just come back to me." A long silence filled the room. "But, Diane ..." "Yes, dear?" "It's just this once." "I understand, just this once." ________________________________________ I was standing at Fiona's front door, my finger inches from pressing the doorbell, frozen as myriad thoughts raced through my head. Bob's penis was the only penis I'd ever touched. He was, up to now, the only man who'd been inside me. I cringed inwardly knowing I wanted to feel John's penis; wanted to taste him and place him in me. I also thought about the distinct possibility of having sex with Fiona. What would it be like to taste her, to have her touching me that way? Pressing that bell would open much more than a mere door. It would open me to a world of wild, wanton licentiousness, possible anal as well as lesbian activities. A little voice said: So, your husband approves, why not? How can he love me if he pushes me at another man? That same voice tormented me further, saying: Maybe it's because he does love you. And a second later the voice said: And what if he changes his mind? Is it worth it? Then again, you may never have this chance again. It took a conscious effort, but I managed to quell all further thought and pressed the bell. The door opened immediately. Fiona had been waiting on the other side. "I ... I didn't know if you would come," she said, her eyes had a strange look that I understood was fear. "You look lovely, Diane," she said. "Virgin like." "I thought I'd go for the look, you know, white stockings, lingerie, heels and of course the dress." John entered the room at that moment, looking arrogant as well as the most sexual man I'd ever laid eyes on. Was this because I was going to let him fuck me? He was far from the handsomest man I'd ever seen. Yet he excited me and had me thinking a lying before him, legs spread and wetter than I'd ever been before as I awaited his cock. I wondered if they could smell my eagerness to get on with the fucking and rutting. I knew I was already slick with anticipation knowing he was going to fuck me in front of Fiona. And I'm going to let him! Both of them had been talking to me, but I hadn't heard a word, until in normal conversational tone, John asked, "Are you wearing panties, Diane?" I couldn't find my voice. "I asked if you were wearing panties, Diane. Fiona isn't. In fact, she's nude under that dress. Turn around, Fiona, let her see for herself." Fiona did a pirouette, smiling shyly as she did. I could see as she moved that she wore nothing, or almost nothing beneath the dress. "Yes," I said, having recovered my voice. "Since you are here to get laid, I suggest you take them off and hand them to Fiona." "I'll do no such thing," I said defiantly. "Show Diane that you are not wearing panties, Fiona." A flush rose up her face as Fiona pulled up her dress, giving me a quick glimpse of her pubic hair before smoothing the dress back down over her thighs. "Lose the panties or go home, Diane. His voice had just the right touch of cruelty in it that told me he meant every word. I raised my dress and slowly peeled the lacy white material down until I could step out of them. I balled them in my hand, glanced briefly at the small white material there and handed it to him. John looked me in the eyes as he accepted them and put them into his pocket. The tiniest hint of a nod of his head ended the moment. I realized that I was acutely aware of my missing underwear. My dress covered me to a few inches above my knees, plenty to maintain modesty, but I was not there to protect my modesty. My breasts were swaying freely with each and every movement on my part, and that was by design, having chosen not to wear a bra. We had several rounds of Champagne, and I felt sexier than I had in quite some time. I mean that I thought I appeared sexily attractive, not that I was particularly sexy, although I realized that both John and Fiona desired me. Yes, Fiona's brief touches on the arm and on my back had lingered a fraction of a second too long to be anything else but a message that we would be getting together before the evening ended. "Dance, anyone?" John asked as he put his glass down. Fiona declined, saying that since I was the guest, I should be his first choice. I stood up and moved into his arms. A slow dreamy tune was playing on the CD player. I was deeply conscious of his eyes straying to the bumps my nipples raised on the silky material of the dress as my breasts moved underneath. And his hand quickly made its way to my ass cheek and squeezed sending a lightning bolt directly to my sweet spot. Moments later he forced his thigh between mine, and leaned down to kiss my neck. I couldn't help but moan at the contact, and glanced over at Fiona only to see her rubbing her cunt through her dress, not caring that either John or I might see her doing it. Rather than revolting me, it excited me even more. I was so wet between my legs that I shuddered thinking how easily I could stain the dress I wore and that the others would know and laugh at me. I needn't have worried on that account, for a moment later he had taken a fistful of my dress and hiked it up around my hips and sent an exploratory finger into my sodden cunt. The realization that Fiona was watching him violate me brought me to orgasm then and there. "She just came, Fiona," he shouted out, still fingering me. "Did she?" Fiona said as she removed her dress and stood nude several feet from us. "Can I see?" "Be my guest," he replied and half turned me toward her. "Oh, she is wet, John." "She certainly is. Here, taste her," he said, offering Fiona his finger which she took into her mouth and murmured, "Mmmm, so good!" I was aghast and yet thrilled by their actions. "Let's suck her tits, shall we, dear? Fiona said, already breathing heavily. The three of us moved slowly to the long leather couch and sat with me in the middle. My dress was bunched around my waist and John had my left breast totally exposed as he tendered it to his spouse. The thought that Fiona was about to suckle from it was exhilarating. Her lips were hot, almost searing as they closed down on the nipple and gave suck. I moaned happily at the sudden sensations her mouth and tongue were generating. John's fingers had returned to my cunt, probing even as I tried to spread my legs further apart only to be stymied by their presence on either side of me. John came to my aid, lifting a leg so that it rested on the top of the couch and placing the other so that it stretched out over Fiona's lap. "Fiona, why don't you get yourself off?" John said softly. "Keep playing with her tits if you like, but I'm going to be busy with her for a while and I don't want you sulking." "Yes, John," Fiona said weakly, and with a soft moan, let my nipple fall from her mouth and sent her hand to the freshly shaven juncture between her thighs and promptly sank several fingers into her cunt. It was the strangest thing, feeling Fiona's fingers moving in and out of her cunt as my leg rested on her lap while her husband did much the same to me. "Ugh ... ugh ... ugh" Fiona grunted as her foot came to rest against my exposed breast when she parted her thighs to gain greater access to her sex. I wound up holding her knee in place as John slid from the couch to the floor, taking his fingers out of me and leaving me bereft at the loss. "Ugh ... ugh ... ugh" became a kind of mantra from Fiona's mouth and for some reason I began caressing the leg pressed against my breast and smiled when Fiona sighed at my touch. Meanwhile John's hand had not been idle. He had returned to me as soon as he was repositioned on the carpet next to us. He showed infinite patience in that he slowly ran his fingertips along the bottom of my slit, spreading the lubrication from end to end. Every so often he would tease my clitoris with his thumb, bringing me ever closer to another orgasm. "Ugh ... ugh ... ugh" There it was again, only now I realized it was my voice grunting out it's satisfaction at being stimulated thusly. Off in the distance, Fiona was still making the same, if not eerily similar sounds. My hand was now caressing the innermost part of Fiona's thigh, mere inches from her entrance, blocked from venturing further by Fiona's own wrist, which was forcing her fingers ever deeper into her sodden twat. I was just about to cum when John stopped fingering me. "What?" I murmured in a sexual haze. "Finish me!" I thought I shouted, but it was more likely a quiet whine. "John ... I need to finish!" "No, I want you to finish Fiona." "What?" "Finish Fiona, then I'll finish you." Dumbly I nodded my understanding, and grasped Fiona's wrist and pulled it away from her sex. "Ohhh, Diane ... you're going to do me?' "Yeah, I guess," I said, closing my eyes and placing a tender, liquid like kiss on Fiona's soft lips. I can only describe my memory of it as syrupy and saturated with warm saliva. Needless to say, it took my breath away. In my sexually driven desire, I found myself in a languid state of mind in which the only pertinent notion of the movement was the adhesiveness of our melded lips. Off in the distance I heard John say, "Nice, but that's not getting her off, Diane." I ended the morally degrading kiss, noting forever the dainty drool bridge that remained between her mouth and mine. Nevertheless what I felt at this salacious sight was an even greater need to rut with both of them long into the night. I couldn't recall ever being this alive, and thought is this real? As the overspill of Fiona's saliva dribbled down the side of my mouth. Unconsciously, I collected the excess spittle and watched it seep through my curled up fingers. Lifting the bedewed fingers to my nose, I sniffed her drool then wiped the fingers clean on my tongue. "Diane?" Fiona cooed. "Yes?" "Kiss me again." "Why not?" I replied, causing John to laugh aloud, and swat me on the ass. It was more pleasurable than painful and I recall thinking I'd ask him to spank me properly before I returned home. "Come on, Diane, give me another kiss," Fiona said insistently, extending her wet tongue to me. "Suck on it, you'll like it." I was near the edge already and accepted her protruding tongue into my mouth, and drew it into mine. "Mmmm," the sound came from both of us. I heard John laugh lewdly again.... "Nnnnggghhh ...that's better," Fiona giggled as we parted momentarily. The moment I opened my mouth to receive her tongue again, Fiona spit into it. I accepted it and swallowed, thinking it wouldn't be the worst thing I'd do that night. And to prove it, I moved from her mouth to her armpit and licked it, noting the sour taste of her perspiration. "What ... that tickles," Fiona giggled, but didn't pull the arm away. I continued licking away, eventually covering the entire area, enjoying the raspy feel of her day old stubble as my tongue's taste buds sampled the sharp salinity of her sweat. "Mmmm," I murmured in reply while her husband's hands caressed my ass and inner thighs. I wasn't sure which sensation had me purring so contentedly. "She's definitely into it now," John said, his voice hoarse with desire. "Time to lead her to your cunt, Fiona." And while I heard him speak, I continued licking Fiona's armpit, enthralled by the obscenity of what I was doing and the small semblance of control it gave me over Fiona. And so I was surprised when Fiona abruptly placed a hand at the back of my neck and guided my head down to her navel. "Lick my pussy!" she croaked. Oh, ho, I thought, she wants me to go down on her! In the deeper recesses of my consciousness I knew well that it would come to this, and I ventured forth only to encounter a cunt unlike what I expected. I should mention that the only pussy I was familiar with was my own, having studied it at some length while using a mirror in my late teens, and again following our honeymoon. But Fiona's was vastly different than mine. For one, her clit was not a pea-sized bump at the apex of her sex; it was almost an inch tubercle of flesh that sat defiantly above her entrance. My own labia are relatively thin, but Fiona's were at least twice the thickness of my own. But being a woman, I knew well how to please Fiona, and set out to do it by gently caressing the pulsating nodule with my index finger. Fiona shuddered at my touch. "Aghh!" John's fingers slithered into my own nest, tweaking and probing, and I cooed with pleasure myself, making similar sounds as those pouring from Fiona's throat. I should take a moment to describe how we were positioned at that point. Fiona was now at one end of the couch, legs splayed, one on the floor, one on the top of the couch, presenting me with a perfect target to lick and suck. I was kneeling on the couch, one hand on her thigh, the other pressed into the cushion near Fiona's neck, supporting me, while my face was burrowing into her cunt. John was behind me, working a finger into my anus and licking my pussy while fingering it at the same time. I knew it was only a matter of time before he would begin to fuck me. In as much as this was my first time going down on a woman, I did some minor experimenting. Impressed by the thickness of her labia, I squeezed the heavy lips together then carefully reopened them. I was reminded a famous painting of a blooming flower by a woman artist prominent in the 1930's whose name I cannot remember. An Unexpected Adventure I used my palm to caress Fiona's entire vulva, tracing imaginary circles that had her humping against my hand while she groaned with pleasure. There was more, but with what John was doing to me, it's hard to separate the multiple levels of acutely gratifying sensations, but he had me on the edge of cumming for what seemed an eternity, although it couldn't have been more than several heavenly minutes before I came. It was the hardest I'd ever cum, and I halted my cunnilingual activities on Fiona --much to her dismay. Dreamy-eyed, I looked up and saw Fiona waiting patiently for me to continue. I did, going at her with renewed ferocity until she too was jerking and heaving as her orgasm savaged her body, the force of which would have forced me off the couch had her husband not kept me from falling. I didn't resist when he repositioned me so that Fiona and I were in the classic 69. Dutifully I resumed using my tongue and finger on Fiona, and she on me. I think I mentioned earlier that he had inserted a finger into my anus while bringing me to orgasm. So I was not all that surprised when Fiona's finger also found its way into my ass. But with Fiona's fingers happily fingering me, I never expected to feel her tongue moving from my cunt to my anus! I started to yell; "Stop!" as a warning that she'd missed her target, but realized that she now had at least three --- or was it four --- fingers churning away inside me; and the unbelievable feeling of her tongue invading my asshole choked off any sound from my larynx except a loud, roaring "AAAHHHHH!" as she wrung a mind-blowing cum out of me. I was still pulsing from that tumultuous orgasm when he calmly stated, "It's time for us to fuck, Diane." I still wore my dress, although it was bunched about my waist. My stockings had run and beyond repair. I felt Fiona's hands on my hips, guiding me into their bedroom. I ended up between Fiona's widespread legs, leaning back against her chest, with her husband knelling in front of me, his strident cock pulsing before my eyes. I started to moan as she plucked at my nipples while he gently raised my stocking'd calf and placed it outside Fiona's leg. A second later, he did the same with my other leg. I looked down and marveled at the sight of my splayed legs so open to his view. The opaque white tops of my stockings seemed to emphasize the bareness of my sex, even more than if I'd had nothing at all on. It was obscene, moreover I relished it. I felt Fiona's chin on my shoulder and knew that she was looking down at me, and that added to my excitement. I knew at that moment I would have done anything asked of me, and it terrified me. I felt his cock brush against me and shuddered. "I want you to put it in for me, Diane." My hand shook as it reached for him, and taking him between thumb and forefinger, lined him up with my hole. I recall thinking that there was no way that Bob would forgive for what I was about to do. I was fascinated as he entered me. I had never, ever watched my husband do this, not even on our honeymoon. John worked himself into me until he couldn't go any further. Although he was slightly thicker than Bob, there was no discomfort, which may have been because of all the foreplay preceding the fuck. Fiona continued playing with my nipples while John slowly fucked me. Suddenly he changed speeds, moving much faster than previously. I came. Oh, God did I cum! He kept fucking me, slamming into me, jackhammer-like and I went from orgasm to orgasm without losing my plateau of lust for a moment. I felt him swell inside me and knew he was about to cum. I beat him to it, cumming first and still in the midst of a wonderful release, reveled as his semen coated my vaginal walls. He rolled away only to be replaced by his seemingly sex-crazed wife. Fiona dove between my legs and lapped away at her husband's semen as it drooled from my gaping cunt. At some point during this time frame I passed out. I awoke with John fucking me doggy-style and my face resting on Fiona's inner thigh. As the grogginess faded, I went down on her again, licking her to several almost violent climaxes. ________________________________________ I made my way home at around three am. The living room was shadowy; the only illumination was from a small lamp on an end table. As my eyes adjusted I saw Bob sitting in a low upholstered arm chair that faced the foyer entrance where I stood. "Well, was it everything you expected?" "That and more, husband," I answered, finding I was unable to say his name. "That and more, eh?" "Yes." "You probably need this," he said, handing me a stiff drink which I quickly consumed. He hugged me as he took the glass from my hand and led me into our bedroom and ran a bath for me. I sank into the warm water feeling for the first time the aches and bruises from John's powerful hands tossing me around. Still I lay back and luxuriated as I lazily washed the dried semen away. After I was thoroughly cleansed, and I took great pains to make certain I was, I donned a robe and returned to our bed where Bob was waiting. I was wondering if he would mount me, having had so much time to think about what was going on at Fiona's, and dreaded the thought of sex with him being somehow tainted by my earlier actions. He didn't, and I loved him even more for it. I vowed to make up for it with him. I had learned a thing or two from John and Fiona: analingus, for one. And I would be offering him my ass in atonement, as it was still virginal, other than some vigorous tonguing by Fiona. And just before I fell off to a deep sleep I thought about having Fiona over ... as a treat for Bob, after all with certain touches she did resemble Christy Canyon. An Unexpected Adventure We had finally completed our graduation and had planned to go on a vacation the following summers. So I and five friends of mine gathered at the Ahmedabad Railway station on the decided day. It was unusual for our families to see us off with Bon Voyage when we were actually going on a voyage! We had planned a fifteen-day cruise trip to Malaysia via Mumbai. Having reached Mumbai, we boarded our cruise, checked into our rooms and then went to the restaurant to fill our bellies. Although it is advised not to eat much while traveling through the seas, we were young enough to digest anything and everything that passed our mouth. It was in that restaurant that my adventure began (I did not know it then obviously). A group of girls -- seemingly similar in age as us, and sexy of course -- entered. They sat at the table opposite to us across the room. All my friends and I shared the same thought instantaneously -- we single guys, they hopefully single girls; the trip ought to be awesome! As they sat on that table, few girls faced us, few the other way. Keeping all apart, there was this girl -- black and white striped one piece, black frames (F.Y.I frames -- my biggest weakness), long black hair and a seemingly charming personality -- who caught my eye. It was unusual for me what followed next, but during those 30 mins or so while we were there, I and that girl shared an eye contact nearly 20 times. To this day I cannot fathom if she was expecting me to make a move or not. Apparently they ordered very less food, so they finished before us and were leaving. As they went past us, that girl walked just behind my chair, and maybe she slightly tapped it, and then she left. I simply could not have realized that she was going to be 'my only companion' for the adventure. That night, while we were at the bar, we saw that group again. I had made up my mind to approach her, although my heart and soul were filled with trepidation. I picked up two bottles of Tuborg and was walking towards her when out of the blues she slapped a guy. Maybe that guy made an amorous advance at her or maybe he was just flirting and she took it for lechery. You are about to approach a girl and you see that happen -- it is possibly the biggest setback for your morale. So yes, I dropped the idea and went outside the bar with both the bottles, planning to drink them alone (#forever_alone). I had walked a few distance when I heard a feminine voice calling out to me "Care to share one?" I turned around to find that girl sitting on a lifeboat hooked tightly to the ship. "Sure!" I stepped into the boat as well. "That was pretty bold for you to slap that guy there." "Yeah that guy -- he was getting too much comfortable with me. He deserved that." "Probably. So hi! I'm Sparsh." She shook my hand, "Apoorva." "Saw you earlier today at the restaurant. I'm also here with my friends just like.." "Yeah saw you too. My friends call you the 'eye contact guy' since noon." "So it was an eye contact!" "Hehe... so tell me about yourself..." And we engaged in a long conversation, drinking beer and gazing at the beautiful starlit sky. We had no idea of how and when the time passed and we fell asleep in the boat. It felt nice. The next morning I woke up with the sun staring directly at me and a beautiful girl sleeping in my arms. We were under the deep blue sky with almost no trace of clouds, no chattering of people, just calmness. It seemed to be a beautiful morning until I realized that calmness in this case meant something wrong -- we were on a boat in the middle of nowhere with no trace of the cruise! I woke her up to share the shock in which I was for a few minutes. But to my surprise, she seemed all the more delighted! "I have always dreamed of such a day! Stranded like this in a peaceful world!" I looked at her in both anger and awe -- anger because how could she say such a thing! And awe because her face glowed bright in the sunlight, the wind playing softly with her hair and to crown the moment, the way she lifter that lock of hair off her face and placed it behind her ear; in short, she looked like the epitome of Helen, Andromeda and Aphrodite. But that moment my mind took over my heart and hence I was more surprised than awed to see her say that statement. The boat was not in a good condition, still we could need it, and so we swam to the shore, dragging the boat with us. We were completely drenched but had no change of clothes, so we had to stay there like that until some generous soul passed by with a chopper or a yacht and helped us out. We were on a beach locked by dense forest and hills in the background and the vast blue ocean in the front. We could do nothing but wait. Apoorva started going into the forest when I saw her and immediately intervened. Agreed that an adventure would be to explore the forest like Indiana Jones and his team, but I would rather stay on the beach and die than to be the supper for cannibal tribes or carnivorous giants or even orcs or trolls for that matter. But she wouldn't listen and preferred to be Princess Leia exploring the forest of Endor! A few minutes later, I heard her scream in a distance. I ran towards the direction of the sound, constantly worried for her safety. I had ran almost half a mile when I saw her in the distance staying tight and close to a tree whilst a dire wolf circumscribed her and the tree as if mentally savoring its meal. That moment I wished I were a warg so that I could control the dire wolf to calm down. I'd read somewhere that one can pet even a lion by looking in this eyes, dropping all the weapons, extending the arm as if to pat the beast. But obviously that skill required a great consummation and I was nothing but a naïve guy. Still I jumped into 'the battlefield' and tried to follow the petting procedure. But there was no placating that monster (although it was nothing before an actual monster but even a deadly hound appears to be a monster if you are its prey). From the tree I broke one branch, luckily it was a bit pointed at the end, and pointed it at the wolf. It seemed to anger him more. So we did what we could do the best that moment -- run. We ran for the beach hoping to jump into the water and swim as fast and far as we could before either the wolf pitied us and let us go or a giant wave would drown it into the depths of the ocean. To our fate, the wolf preferred the former alternative. When we were assured that it would not return, we swam back to the shore. The weather had worsened -- we could see dark clouds gathering at a distance and consequently a heavy downpour would definitely hit us in 5-6 hours; and then there was the risk of an encounter with another beast too. So we decided to stay low and close. Apoorva shrugged close to me in my arms as I patted her back hoping to ease her trauma of the day. Princess Leia was finally safe with Han Solo, at least for a while -- that thought crossed my mind. I smirked, and quickly changed my expressions lest she should see it and take me for yet another Sand or Snow (bastard) trying to take advantage of the situation. It actually was a bit awkward situation -- it had been less than 24 hours when we met and now we were sitting that way -- completely drenched and close to each other with her head on my shoulders and I could hear her breather hard. We talked a bit about our past. But it was hard for me to concentrate seeing her wet lips moving that close to my cheek. We could practically kiss if I just turned my face towards her. I tried to push those thoughts away from my mind when I started feeling their effect in my pants. But it was hard not to think of her that way. It had been a few minutes when she started sneezing. I thought it might be because of the winds and nothing else. But that sneezing turned bad and she started to shiver a bit. I did not know what thought crossed my mind, but I immediately unbuttoned my shirt and wrapped it around her so that she could feel a bit warm -- but a wet shirt would not do much good. I had never been in such a situation before -- I was sitting bare chested next to a girl practically hugging me tight! "I guess its because of my wet clothes. I should probably take few items off -- at least from top. Hope you won't feel uncomfortable with it." Although I am not incredulous in nature, but it was impossible for me to believe that I had just heard that statement. I thought my mind was playing tricks. "Huh?" she signaled. "Yeah no problem." I replied absent mindedly. She took my shirt and her top off. (No need to mention I got an instant boner). I watched her as she stretched out her arms to remove her top, her gravity-defying bosom, tightly cupped in her black bra, up in air right next to me as she removed her top. She was all wet and I could see water droplets trickling down her beautiful white skin. One particular droplet moving along her cleavage right down between her boobs caught my eye. I wished it was me (my lips to be specific) moving down teasing her body that way. I tried not to think that way but I was helpless. I looked at her face and it helped a bit. It was a mixture of feelings -- love when I saw her face, and a bit lust and desire to have her there itself when my eyes slipped a bit down her face. I decided to keep mum on that matter. "I never thought I could make a guy this uncomfortable." She giggled upon obviously seeing what was going on in my pants. I dared not to reply. "It's okay! You are a guy and when a girl sitting next to you gives you a (kind of) strip tease, that (pointing to my erection) is bound to happen!" She said as she now came uncomfortably closer looking me in the eye. We shared a few second of eye contact and then, as if our bodies moved autonomously, we brought our faces close and we kissed. It was a small one, just a contact of the lips, but it felt like heaven. We paused, pulled back, looked each other in the eye again and kissed again -- this time a bit longer. We did not move our lips much and obviously did not use tongue at such an early stage. We paused and kissed again, this time involving our lips further -- trying to do it as the French do -- I kissed her lower lip first, then the upper lip. I hugged her tighter with each kiss on her lips. She took my face in her hands as she came closer, as if wanting me to do more things to her. With my right hand I held her from back, and I ran my left hand on her shoulders first -- as I kissed her harder -- and then down through her arms. I then touched her belly, and moved up till her breast. I could feel her already hard nipples through her bra as I cupped her right boob. I played with it as I licked her lips. She licked mine. I kissed her upper lip, and our tongues touched. I kissed her lower lip again. She licked my lips as I stimulated her nipples, biting them as she felt the pleasure. With my right hand I unhooked her bra. Still kissing her, I undid it and kissed her neck, her shoulders, her cleavage and down till her boobs. I looked her in the eye and kissed her on the lips again, this time my left hand moving down her belly till the tip of her pants. I caressed her there a bit and I moved down to reach her pants directly above her vagina. I rubbed there slowly. She moaned and her pleasure could be felt in the way she kissed me harder. I slid my hands inside her pants now, reaching for her clit. She had stopped kissing me as if totally involved in the pleasure my fingers gave here at her clit. I rubber her clit slowly as I kissed her, her body muscles getting tighter by the moment. She had finally started to feel it -- the build up that would squirt out of her in no time now. Never had she been pleased by a guy that way and my fingers seemed to cast a spell on her as she totally dropped her shields of conscience and wanted me to continue down there and make her feel the pleasure that every girl desired. My fingers seemed to understand her rush of feelings telekinetically and moving faster now as she tightened her thigh muscles. She was completely wet by now and even I had stopped kissing her totally involved in rubbing her clit as she gripped my fingers tightly with her thighs. I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting rapidly as if to savor the pleasure for long and not let go of it. She moaned seductively as she ran her hands through my hair while I rubbed her fast and kissed her on her neck. It was time -- she could hardly control herself as she finally let go, her thighs shaking from the release of cum that had been building all that long, her vaginal muscles contracting and releasing successively as she squirted, moaning out loud and her whole body trembling from the pleasure of it, as she kissed me as hard as she could. I spread my shirt and her top on the sand and made her lie down on it. I lay on her top, looking into her eyes and kissed her passionately. I kissed her on the lips, chin, neck, cleavage and down till the belly. I retracted, and undid her pants. I kissed her already wet underpants and licked them just above her clit. She lay there like a nymphomaniac stretching her arms out and enjoying my tongue tease her and please her. I removed her underpants as well and kissed her vagina, her clit. I licked her pussy as if to extract the juices out of it. She held up her thighs in mid-air as I kissed her clit, giving her immense pleasure. I kissed her clit and licked it hard, my face moving along her vagina as I did so and consequently, my nose moving up and down caressed her as she lifted herself from waist down. Her body motions in response to my tongue made her pleasure diaphanous to me which in turn aroused me and I began to suck at her clit vigorously. She hadn't even fully recovered from her previous orgasm and there were clear indications of an impending orgasm real soon. She moaned and moved uneasily as her thigh muscles tightened. Her vagina responded to me as I licked it -- contractions of muscles, just to stop her from squirting. She ran her hands through my hair and held my face as I sucked her clit, even harder now. She had lost all control of her body and my tongues commanded her tightening of muscles and the immense pleasure she that she was feeling. In no time she was ready to cum, as she held my face close and tight to her vagina, both wanting me to stop (else she would cum in no time) and to continue (obviously). She realized she could not hold it much longer now, as she felt my tongue at her clit, stimulating it with such intensity. Just a few strokes and she would cum -- probably just one. She held my face damn tight with her thighs wrapped tightly around my neck, holding me as tight to her vagina as she could; as she finally let go and squirted out her load with her whole body trembling at the sensation of it. I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting and releasing rapidly as she cummed. Having gained back her senses, she sat upright and kissed me gently, as she ran her hand down to unzip my pants. I had pre-cummed by then and was fully erect. I took off my underpants too. She stroked my penis -- looking me in the eye as she did so -- gently at first, the full length of it. She increased her velocity slowly. She cupped my balls with her other hand and was now stroking the glans and just some length below it. I felt uneasy as she did so. I stopped her, made her lie down again. There she was, with her aphrodisiac body compelling me to be inside her that very moment. I lay on top of her, teased her a bit on her vagina, and entered in a gentle stroke. Her pussy was tight, warm and wet. I pulled back and went in again, this time with a thrust. I repeatedly did so, massaging her G-spot each time I went inside. She moaned -- with pain and pleasure. Her expressions resembled those of St Teresa in Bernini's work (Ecstasy of St Teresa) as I stroked her -- arms stretched out, toes curled, muscles tightened and face bearing the expression of ultimate pleasure. Her vagina became tighter and her muscles (vaginal) seemed to grab onto my penis as I stroked her -- increasing velocity gradually. It was the first experience for both of us and so neither of us could retain our fluids for long. It had been only a few strokes when we realized that it would not last much long. Her expressions clearly conveyed what she felt -- she wanted me to fill her with my load and the same I wanted. So I started stroking her hard and fast, her seductive moans both arousing me and weakening me. It was just a matter of a few strokes when I felt her cum again -- her thighs in mid - air and her body shaking as she squirted, shortening my motion by a large number of strokes. She could feel me bulging inside her and I was just about to cum. At the final stroke, I was inside, totally out of my senses upon having cummed inside this beauty that lay before me feeling that too, as I kissed her hard. I swear I have never had shot such a quantity and this was the best orgasm I ever had (obviously hand could not substitute for a real girl). Having cleaned ourselves and now fully naked, we lay next to each other -- I spooning her as we decided to get some sleep. But that was not all. I spooned her and my hands were touching her boobs, my lips on her neck and my penis pushed against her ass. She -- in true sense -- was a callipygian. I got hard again; I just wished she would notice it else it would be embarrassing. "You may relieve yourself if you please. At least that way we could sleep comfortably." She giggled. She obviously had noticed my erection poking her ass. "No it's just a matter of time. It will subside soon." Although I knew it wouldn't. "Here, let me help you." She help my penis and sandwiched it between her thighs. "You may rub yourself between my thighs." "It seriously isn't necessary." "Oh common! You don't have to be modest in front of me. At least not after what all has happened." I started rubbing myself between her thighs when I felt something wet. I did not pre-cum. It was clear. She was definitely aroused. "I see even you wish to relieve yourself." I had not even finished saying the statement when she sprang up and sat on top of me. She slowly moved her ass along my erection, teasing me real bad as she did so. She then held my penis and guided it inside her. She moved her ass up and down along my penis -- the cowgirl style. She leaned close to me as she did so, her boobs rubbing against my chest with each stroke she made. I sat upright and held her tight as she moved along my length. I kissed her as she stroked gradually. Her boobs rubbed in my face. I kissed her neck, licked her nipples as she moved up and down, now with increasing speed. I was halfway there when I signaled her to stop, made her lie down with her back facing me, as I moved down to kiss her ass. I licked it, and then the clit. I licked it harder without teasing her much. When I felt she was near too, I paused. I entered her from behind. She held my arm tightly as I stroked her from behind, vigorously now. It was a few vigorous strokes when we both were almost done. And in the next stroke, we let go of the fluids simultaneously, experiencing a trembling and immensely beautiful orgasm. We cleaned ourselves again and finally went to sleep -- next to each other (but not spooning this time as we were tired now). The next day, it rained heavily. We put on our clothes and waited for any help. To our relief, it was not long before a patrol ship spotted us and helped us back to our cruise. It was indeed an unexpected adventure...