0 comments/ 17728 views/ 2 favorites An Unexpected Encounter By: hollywood angel Megan drove down the street away from the bank. She had made it just before they closed at seven thirty. It had been a long week at work. She just finished a twelve-hour shift on her feet and was anxious to get home and relax. She turned the corner and out of the corner of her eye she saw a friend at the stop sign, waving at her to stop. Megan pulled over to the side of the road and he pulled up beside her. She rolled down the window and said "Hi Luke, how's it going?" "Megan! I haven't seen you in months, where've you been?" he asked "Long story, Luke." Megan replied. "Do you have some time? I just moved and I'd like to show you were I live." Luke asked. "Sure, I think I can spare a few minutes." She said with a grin. "Just follow me, ok?" "Lead the way." She replied. He pulled away and Megan followed him. They drove for a few blocks then he turned into a parking lot. Megan pulled into a parking space, got out of the car and walked over to Luke. "We have to park in the back." He said. They walked away from the parking lot and around the block. He stopped in front of a door and opened the door for her. They went up a few flights of stairs, and he stopped in front o an apartment. Unlocking the door, he motioned her inside. It was a small apartment, just a bathroom, a bedroom and an attached living room and kitchen. There was a sofa and footstool, a few small tables, a television and a stereo. "Sit down, relax," he said. "So what's going on with you?" she asked. "I'm starting school in a few weeks, going to take a few courses. He replied. "What about you? You look great!" "Well, about six months ago I got a new job and it's great." "Want a beer?" he asked "Love one," she answered He got up and walked away Megan looked at his tight ass and remembered how much she liked that view. He went to the refrigerator and grabbed two bottles. He twisted the cap off one and handed it to Megan. Megan wondered why they had always remained just friends. She was definitely attracted to him, always had thought he was hot. They had spent there lunch hours together almost every day for a year. They had a great time together and had spent a few hours together out side of work as well. Nothing more than a few friendly hugs had ever occurred between them. He went over to the stereo and switched on some music. He turned off the overhead light and put on a lamp that cast a dim glow over the apartment. The music coming from the speakers had a heavy beat that seemed almost primitive. He walked back to the couch and sat down near her. She had her feet tucked up underneath her; she uncurled and flexed her legs. "Oh my feet are killing me." she moaned, "I had a long week at work, worked some long shifts." "Well, take off your shoes and get comfortable." He told her. "Oh, it's ok. I can't stay long anyway, I'm beat. She reached for her beer to take another drink and was surprised to realize it was empty. Luke got up and went to get another. She looked at the bottle in his hand and thought, "Why not?" As she reached out to take it from him, there hands met and she felt a rush of electricity run through her body. She took a deep breath and sat back on the couch. Suddenly feeling nervous she looked around for something to do with her hands. She saw his video game sitting on the floor by the TV, " want to play me?" she asked, pointing to the game. "All I have is sports games, what do you want to play?" he asked "Do you have racing?" she asked "Sure" he replied and reached for it and stuck it in. He picked up the controllers and walked over and handed her one. She took it from him and he sat back down. They played in silence for a while, her beat her three times in a row. Megan was determined to win at least once before she quit. The fourth game ended with her almost accomplishing just that. She reached for her beer and drained it. She got up and grabbed another from eh fridge. "Watch out Luke, this time, I'm wining." She said with a confident smile. They resumed playing and they were neck in neck at the end but Megan finally pulled ahead at the last minute. "Ha! Told you I had this game." She set down the controller and leaned back on the couch and put her feet up on the table. She lifted one up and twisted her ankle around. He leaned closer and picked up one of her feet and pulled off her shoe. He did the same with the other and was about to pull off her socks when Megan pulled away. "Meg?" he questioned, a puzzled expression on his face. What he didn't know was that under her faded old jeans and t-shirt, she was wearing a black silk corset complete with garters and stockings. If he took off her white ankle socks… He moved slowly and picked up her foot again and just slowly pulled her sock from first one foot then the other. He saw her stockings and his eyes widened. "Meg? What's this?" Megan turned red all over. "I feel grubby just wearing jeans and t-shirts. So sometimes I wear something underneath that makes me feel sexy." He looked at her from head to toe and she felt like he was seeing everything underneath her clothes. He started to slowly massage her foot. It sent sensations all over her body. He took each toe between his fingers and rolled them gently around. "UUUMMMMMMM" she moaned He moved her foot slightly and it was in his lap, positioned right between his legs. Megan drained her beer and asked him to get another. He got one quickly and sat back down. He picked up her foot again and started to rub it up and down the center. "That feels so good" she said huskily. He took up her other foot and let the free one rest right between his legs. It felt so good; she couldn't help but let out a little moan. She felt him harden beneath her foot. Her eyes popped open and she looked at her foot resting up against the bulge in his pants. She moved almost involuntarily as her foot began to massage his crotch. He stopped rubbing her foot and looked at her with eyes full of hunger. He moved her feet to either side of him and leaned down on top of her. He leaned closer and gently touched her lips with his own. He rained light feathery kisses all over her face and at last returned to her lips. He began to gently lick them and they parted. He accepted the invitation and his tongue entered her mouth and intertwined with hers. The kiss seemed to go on forever. They finally broke apart and were both breathing hard. Megan looked in his eyes and saw his desire. She looked at him in disbelief wondering how she had not noticed it before. His hands reached for her shirt and he pulled it off over her head. He took in a breath at the sight of her breasts spilling out of the corset. He leaned forward and gently licked the tops of her breasts. He kissed her neck and her ears. Megan was getting hotter with every touch. His hands wandered down to the zipper of her pants and he pulled it slowly down. She lifted up her hips and he slid her jeans off her. He sat and looked at her and took it all in. His eyes moved from her face down her body, drinking in the sight off her long legs encased in the silk stockings. He let his hands go, running them lightly along her body. They teased and tickled her legs and thighs. Then he reached lower and pulled aside her brief g-string and gently stroked her wet pussy. "Oh. Mmm." She gasped. He moved between her thighs and began to gently lick her pussy. He licked from her clit all the way down and slipped his tongue inside her. Megan was on fire. He began to lick her clit and he inserted a finger into her pussy. She felt so tight and wet. He licked her and pumped his finger in and out slowly rubbing on the inside of her. "HHmm. God that feels good" she said. She pushed his head away. She sat up leaned in to kiss him deeply on the mouth; she could taste herself on his tongue. She ended the kiss and leaned into kiss and lick his neck. She reached down and began to stroke him though his jeans. She undid a button and slid down the zipper. He stood up and quickly pulled them down. She tugged on the waistband to his boxers and pulled them down too. He took off his shirt over his head. Megan just stared. She'd seem him without a shirt but never naked. His arms and chest were rippled with muscles, his stomach flat, and the rest of him left her speechless. She got up from the couch and pushed him gently down. He lay down on the couch and she straddled him and shoved her pussy right in his face. He began to lick eagerly and slipped a finger into her again. She leaned down and began to blow on his hard cock. Then she licked him up and down all over. She took his balls into her mouth and gently sucked them. With her hand she stroked him, slowly up and down his length. She was licking his balls and moving slowly toward his cock. She licked her way around him and then brought her mouth right in and sucked the head of his dick into her mouth. She slowly moved her tongue all the around the head, just enough to drive him wild. He was doing a wonderful job on her pussy she could her herself about to cum and she leaned in and grinded her pussy against his tongue. He inserted another finger into her and rubbed it inside her, and licked her clit in short fast bursts. She took him completely into his mouth until her nose was buried in his hair; she slowly let him slide back out of her. She felt her orgasm coming and she began to suck him quickly up and down, twisting first on way then the other. She exploded and the sweet nectar poured into his eager face. She sucked him closer now; she could feel him coming closer and closer to his own release. She moved off of him and prodded him off the couch. She turned around and leaned on her elbows on the back of the couch, and spread her legs. She looked over her shoulder to see a big smile on his face. He stepped closer and inserted his hard cock inside her. The feeling of him sliding inside her, he was so hard, he felt so good. Oh Luke, fuck me," she gasped. He found a good rhythm; he thrust his cock slowly in and out of her. The sensation of her pussy so tight and smooth. He began to move faster, Megan could feel his balls slamming into her pussy she sensed his urgency and knew he was close to cumming. It was too soon; Megan was not ready for this to be over. She smiled thinking that Luke needed a little lesson in patience. He was only twenty-one and maybe needed a little help from a more experienced woman. On his next stroke. Megan moved away. He was surprised she saw it on his face. "Luke, I don't want you to cum yet, I want to make this last. Go slower, tease me with your cock, do it slow, then do it fast. Do you get what I mean?" she asked Oh god, I can't believe I just said that, she thought. He did not say anything, he just came turned her back around and slipped himself back inside her. He started slowly, just moving himself in and out of her. He reached a hand underneath her and began o stroke her clit. He increased his pace and began to move quickly, his balls started slapping her pussy again. Then he pulled almost completely out of her and began to fuck her with only the head of his dick. "OOOOOOhhh my." She said. She clenched her muscles and tried to draw his further inside her, his hand was circling her clit in a fast smooth motion. Then he plowed into her and fucked her hard and fast, his hand moved in rhythm. "Luke, oh. Luke, yes" she moaned She exploded again her muscles clenching all around him. He pulled out and motioned her to lie down. She obliged him and spread her legs wide. He lay down between her legs and grabbed her ankles. He out them on his shoulders and entered her. She could feel him filling her, his cock was rubbing her gspot, and she could feel the pleasure building. He began to move slowly, teasing her again. He pulled out and began to tease her with the tip again, and then he plunged back in. "Oh, Fuck me hard now, please, harder" she groaned. He increased his speed and slammed into her again and again she exploded again and just cumming and cumming. The waves of pleasure kept flowing over and over her again and again. Luke slammed into her again and she felt his cum shooting into her. "Meg," he groaned. He pushed her legs off his shoulders and lay down on top of her. Breathing hard he could feel her pussy throbbing around him; it pushed him out of her. Her sat up and pulled her with him, and then he lay down and pulled her on top of him. Megan lay there looking at him, not believing what had happened. "That was incredible, Luke." She said. He raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "Incredible? That was mind-blowing Meg, just intense." He leaned forward and kissed her. She got up from the couch and looked around for her jeans. She grabbed them and put them on. She pulled her shirt on over her head and sat down on the edge of the couch. She picked up her shoes and slipped them on. She looked around for her purse; spying it on the table she got up and picked it up. "I've got to go, Luke. It was great running into you again." She leaned down to give him a kiss. She started to walk to the door. "Meg?" She stopped and turned to look at him. "Yeah?" "Want to get together for lunch some time?" he asked with a smile. An Unexpected Encounter I had just recently met Tiffany, who was a nineteen year old sophomore at the university I'm attending. I must say that Tiffany is absolutely gorgeous. She has long chestnut brown hair with striking dark-colored eyes. Tiffany is about five-five and weighs 115Ibs, and she has the most gorgeous set of legs I've ever seen on a woman (well, in my opinion). I'm a 23 year old college senior, who is also single. I had been looking for that special young woman, so I was very excited to have met Tiffany. I realized that she definitely had potential and saw that she was basically everything I wanted in my significant other. Unfortunately for me I discovered that Tiffany was already involved with someone. I was naturally disappointed, but I decided that I was definitely interested in being friends with Tiffany. Of course, I was optimistic that maybe some day there would be the possibility of Tiffany and me hooking up as boyfriend and girlfriend. I also knew that Tiffany was a member of a sorority, and I realized that she also had some attractive single friends who I'd be interested in pursuing. However, I definitely didn't expect what transpired when Tiffany had invited me to her mother's for a cookout this past month. I had known that her parents had recently separated and were in the process of going through a divorce. Tiffany's mom Laura lived about 45 minutes north of campus with Tiffany's younger sister Tanya. I also knew that Tiffany's thirty-eight year old mother was a certified public accountant, but I had yet to meet her in the two months that I had known Tiffany. I showed up for around five that afternoon, dressed casually in nice khaki shorts, a short-sleeve button-up shirt and sandals. I had intended on just relaxing, possibly having a few drinks and of course, meeting Tiffany's family. When I arrived, the food was still being prepared. Tiffany introduced me first to her sister Tanya and then to her mother Laura who was preparing the food in the kitchen. Laura, her mother, was even more beautiful than her daughter. Laura is five-seven, with beautiful sapphire blue eyes and shoulder-length brown hair, and she weighs approximately 120Ibs. Laura shook my hand politely as she smiled at me and then headed outside to start the grill. I tried my best to not openly gawk at Tiffany's mother in my friend's presence, but I will admit that wasn't easy. I found myself eyeing Laura as she worked in the kitchen and then on the patio as we ate. I also noticed that Laura was being extremely nice to me, and I swear I caught her winking at me a couple times while I sat next to her daughter. But I didn't give that too much serious thought because at the time I couldn't possibly imagine that Tiffany's mother would be interested in a man who was fifteen years her junior. Before I left that evening, I thanked Laura for having me over and said goodbye. Then Tiffany walked out to my truck with me and told me that she'd talk to me later. It wasn't until later that I realized Laura might indeed have ulterior intentions when I received an email from her. She said in the email that she was glad that her daughter had met such a nice young man, who was also strikingly handsome. Laura also said that I was welcome at her place anytime and said she would let Tiffany know that is was okay to invite me over for dinner again. I found myself wondering how I would deal with spending time at Tiffany's mother's home with her sexy mother being there, knowing I would not only be checking out my friend Tiffany, but also looking at her mom. I figured I would be fine at dealing with whatever situation might arise. But I would soon find out that I seriously underestimated the power of lust. A week later I stopped by Tiffany's house to see if she wanted to out to dinner because I knew Tiffany was staying at her mother's over the weekend. When I arrived at the house, Laura answered the door and said that Tiffany wasn't home. She said she was over at her boyfriend's place, and she wasn't sure what time she was planning on returning. Then, Laura asked if I wanted to come inside and wait for Tanya. I didn't have anything planned for the rest of the afternoon and evening, so I accepted and went inside. Laura told me to make myself at home, and I did just that. I went into their living room and sat down to read the newspaper. Meanwhile, Laura sat down in the living room and watched television. I have to admit that I felt kind of awkward sitting alone in Tiffany's living room with her mother, who as I mentioned earlier is an amazingly gorgeous woman. On this day, Laura looked mouthwatering good in a pair of short, tight white shorts and a pink spaghetti-strap chemise. She wore eye-catching dark pink lipstick that accentuated her lips. A few minutes later, Laura excused herself and said that she was going to check on her laundry. I looked up to acknowledge her and realized that her taut ass was just a couple feet away from me. She turned around and smiled at me, as if she knew that my eyes were focused on her. I think I must also say that the line of her bikini panties was clearly evident as she walked away from me. I felt a tingle in my underwear and figured I had better change my course of thought. I attempted to read the sports section of the newspaper, but I found myself distracted and would search Laura's ass, trying to locate those panty lines when she walked by. When Laura returned to the room with her laundry basket, she bent over to pick up some socks off the floor that had fallen out of the laundry basket. At that time I noticed that her panty lines had disappeared! My heart almost skipped a beat as I wondered, had this beautiful woman nearly twice my age removed her panties for me, or so I questioned. Again, I tried to regroup and regain my composure but I will admit that was becoming even more difficult. I went upstairs to the bathroom and washed my face. As I was passing the master bedroom, I caught a glimpse of something interesting resting on her dresser. I took a quick turn and went inside Laura's bedroom to investigate. As I walked toward her dresser, it became clear that it was indeed what I thought. A chrome-colored vibrator which appeared to be at least seven inches long was situated on a white handkerchief on the top of her dresser. I picked up and briefly examined it, knowing very well who owned and most likely used the vibrator. Then, I returned the vibrator to approximately the same place as I found it. Just as I was thinking, I should go back downstairs I found my eyes exploring Laura's bedroom. I became even more curious and decided to walk over to her nightstand by her bed. As I walked by Laura's bedroom television set that was placed on the other end of her dresser, I saw something possibly intriguing situated on top of the DVD player next to the television. I took a few steps to the side and went over to DVD player. I looked at the DVD jacket, and I discovered that it was empty. More importantly, I could also clearly make-out that it was an adult movie. My mind raced with thoughts, as I envisioned different possibilities and put together all my recent observations. I couldn't resist finding out more, so I lifted the DVD jacket and began to read the back. Namely, I was very curious as to the content of the pornographic movie. I stood there contemplating my situation and realized I could get an earful from Laura for nosing around in her room. Just then, I suddenly heard the door creak and close behind me. I felt my heartbeat quicken instantly and my breathing deepen, because I knew I was busted. I turned around quickly and saw Laura standing there with her hands on her beautiful hips. I began to explain meekly why I had entered her room, and she interrupted me, telling me not to say another word. I thought that my goose was cooked, but instead of berating me, Laura asked me if I ever watched adult movies. Unsure of what to say, I said, "I have. But you know, it's not something I do very –" Laura cut me off. "No need to explain," she said. "I was curious as to whether I could count on you to be interested in watching a porno with me." I found myself stumbling for what to say, so I merely asked an awkward but simple question. "You want to now?" I said. "No, silly I actually have other intentions right now…We will do that another time." she said, as she grinned. Laura moved closer to me and slid her straps of her spaghetti-strapped top over her shoulders, allowing the tops of her round breasts to come into view. I tried to speak again, but she placed one of her fingers on my lips and said, "I was glad when my daughter Tiffany invited you over last week, so we could meet. And I've wanted you ever since. I know you want me, too. I've seen the way you look at me. Am I wrong, Jason? My cock stiffened so it was impossible not to notice the bulge in my khaki shorts. I caught Laura looking down, and she said, "I guess there's my answer." She reached into my khaki cargo shorts and wrapped her hand around my hard shaft. I moaned as I realized that my fantasy of the past week was about to come true. Laura pumped her hand along my shaft slowly at first. At the same time, she planted her lips on mine and pushed her tongue in my mouth. Our tongues danced around at nearly the same pace as her hand slid along the length of my shaft. I found myself wondering how much I could take. I muttered, "What about Tiffany?" "I thought--," I continued. "She won't be back for at least a couple of hours," Laura said calmly. "Now, why don't you do to me what both you and I want?" Without hesitating, I pulled Laura's spaghetti-strap top all the way down to her belly and marveled at the sight of the most beautiful, perfectly shaped tits I had ever seen in real life. I cupped them both and massaged them, working them over with my palms. She cooed, as her nipples hardened to my touch. Her nipples were bigger and harder than I had imagined, sticking out nearly a half-inch from her areolas. I kneaded them gently as I massaged her mounds, paying special attention to be gentle yet sensual with my touch. Laura swung her hips as she ground her white shorts against my right leg while we stood by her bed. Her pelvis was gyrating so hard on my thigh that I nearly fell over. But I managed to keep my balance, then moved my head down to her erect nipples and tongued them, using my tongue to encircle each of them individually. She held onto the back of my head as I moved it from side to side, allowing her hard nipples to slide across my lips from one corner of my mouth to the other. As her gyrations quickened, she moaned, "You're fucking good at what you do!" I will admit initially stunned to hear her use such language, but then I realized that I should appreciate the fact that she so comfortable talking dirty. I kept up the pressure on her boobs and reached down to unsnap her shorts. I tugged the fly of her shorts open with my right hand, forcing the zipper down. Laura wiggled her hips, and her white shorts slid down her thighs. As she stepped back, they fell to her ankles. I had for the first time a close-up view of Laura's pussy that I had found myself daydreaming about. Only this pussy was neatly trimmed and cleanly shaved around her pussy lips. I also had noticed a huge wet spot in the crotch in the crotch of her shorts and a trail of wetness connecting her thighs, as she kicked her feet out her shorts. After Laura stepped out of her shorts, she said, "I had hoped that you would come by again soon. Jason, I've been keeping my pussy trimmed and neat. I even took my panties off just for you." I was speechless, and didn't know what to say. I grinned, and Laura smiled back at me. Then, I knelt down in front of her and reached around, placing my hands on her firm ass cheeks and pulling her trimmed pussy to my face. She moaned as I angled my head to place my tongue right in her slippery slit that she had kept well prepared just for me. I worked my tongue softly from one end of her moist slit to the other and felt more of her wetness seep out her. Her sweet scent and lubrication covered my mouth, as I worked my tongue in her pussy, each time probing between her pussy lips with my tongue and then slipping my tongue toward her clit. Each time I reached her clit with the tip of my tongue, she wiggled her hips and her legs convulsed from the pleasure. I was thoroughly enjoying her sweet yet musky smell and found myself craving both the scent and taste of her juices. I also knew that I had her on the edge of an orgasm, so I concentrated on her love button, circling it with my tongue. Laura worked her pussy back and forth on my mouth in long, grinding thrusts, using her hips and pelvis to meet my tongue in all the right places. Her grip on my head was tightening to the point where I was almost concerned that I might suffocate, but her fingers running through my fingers reassured me that I had nothing to worry about. She shuddered violently for a solid period of at least thirty seconds was frozen in place with my tongue rolling her clit between my lips as she bucked against my face. After her series of orgasms subsided, she didn't collapse or appear to want to even rest. Laura pulled me up from my knees and lofted me backward on her water bed, where she deftly yanked my shorts to my ankles and instinctively pulled my entire erection in her mouth. I could only watch in awe, as she eased it all in the way down in her throat in one long, continuous motion. It was almost if I had stopped breathing for a moment, unable to believe that she had just deep-throated me on her first taste of my cock. As my dickhead slid in and out of her throat, her lips were so soft and her mouth so warm, I figured I would come in a matter of seconds. Laura sucked my cock in such a way that it her lust for me was blatantly obvious, and I found myself wanting this sex-crazed woman even more. I gently held onto her head to guide her mouth up and down on my cock, occasionally stroking my fingers through her long mane of dark hair like combs as she sucked on my shaft. She pulled it out of her mouth and licked the underside from the base to the crown of the head. Once she arrived back at the crown with her tongue, she gulped the length of my shaft back down her throat. I arched as I felt an orgasm building up inside of my loins. I think she sensed my impending eruption and pulled my dick out of her mouth. "No, not yet, "Laura said. "I'm not ready to taste your come. I have to have your cock in my pussy first." Laura kissed my shaft, leaving a smear of streaks from the remainder of her dark pink lipstick. Then, she stood up and motioned that she was climbing aboard. Finally, I was about to feel Laura's pussy wrap itself around the length of my shaft. Before I had a chance to remember the way I imagined it felt in my daydreams, I was fully inside Laura's pussy. She mounted me with such ease and expertise, I realized then the difference in bedding an experienced woman. With her tits daggling in my face and her pussy resting on the base of my cock, she began to grind her mound and more important her clit against my pelvic bone. I reached up to take her boobs in my hands, cupping them in my palms, and manipulated them with my fingers. Laura arched her back and moaned with excitement as I fondled her boobs. She raised her pussy up and then lowered it again on my hard rod, taking my shaft almost completely out each time before impaling herself completely on my cock. As she continued to repeat this pleasurable process, her wetness trickled down between my legs as she bounced, and she gradually began to pick up the pace. She said many things to me during this time, but I swear I couldn't decipher a word of it. As she continued to ride me, she leaned back on her hands and gave me a complete view of her pussy sliding up and down the length of my dick. It glistened each time she rode up, and I found myself beginning to think of spurting my load of come in her wet snatch. I Knew I was getting close, and I was hoping for a mutual orgasm, so I placed my right hand on her lower belly and thumbed her clit. Meanwhile, my left hand continued to brush across her jiggling breasts. My left hand would occasionally pass across the side of her face and through her long hair, as I attempted to stroke her skin and long mane of hair affectionately. "Oh god, yeah" She screamed, as she uttered those words in a high pitch tone of voice. She shook her hips and begged me to come with her. This was just the invitation I had hoped for. I met each of her thrusts with one of my own, ramming my dick all the way into her pussy. I could feel her pussy clutching around my shaft as my head began to spin. She flopped around on my dick like a woman possessed of lust and enamored with ecstasy, and soon I couldn't hold back anymore. I loudly moaned her name and then called out that I was coming, as I came with such unimaginable force and shot a load that filled her pussy. Laura clearly must have felt me spray the insides. Laura screamed as a result of her own pleasure as well, as an orgasm seemingly engulfed her entire body, while she continued to ride my cock. Meanwhile, I continued to use my thumb to toy with her clit as her body trembled in pleasure. Our climaxes seemed to last for minutes and seemingly didn't stop until I felt come seeping back out of her pussy. She slid off me and cupped her hands beneath her dripping slit. As come leaked out of her pussy, she collected it in the cup of her hand. I didn't know what to make of this at time, but I was so charged that I honestly didn't care. Once it appeared that a good portion of my spunk had drained out of her, Laura brought her hand to her mouth and licked her hand, so to taste the mixture of our combined fluids. Then, she leaned forward and planted her lips on mine in a very affectionate and loving caress. As her lips met mine, I could smell our juices. She slipped her tongue inside my mouth and swirled the tip of her tongue against mine, offering me a taste of our combined sex juices. She smiled at me, and then placed her head on my chest. I whispered to her that she was wonderful and confided in her that I was glad that we had met as well. Then, I affectionately brushed the fingers of my right hand through her hair while enjoying the warmth of her body, as she snuggled against me. Meanwhile, she massaged my belly with her left hand. The two of us enjoyed the closeness of being next to one another for quite a while, and then decided that we better get dressed before we end-up getting caught in a compromising situation. I watched intently as she got up. Laura went over to pick up her shorts, and I found myself eyeing her taut ass as walked over to put her shorts back on. She put them back on, allowing whatever semen possibly remained to continue to slowly drip from her pussy and add the wetness of my come to the already moist crotch of her white shorts. "I'm going to have your come inside me all day, "She said, giggling. Then, she told me not to tell anyone we mutually knew about our encounter. She also promised that we'd watch an adult-rated movie together, as I began to get dressed. I finished getting dressed, and then gave her a passionate good-bye kiss. I told her that I'd be looking forward to seeing her again and also reassured her that I'd remain discreet, just as she had asked. Soon afterwards, I realized that I was indeed a fortunate young man. I also realized that this could very possibly be the start of a very rewarding and mutually pleasing relationship. I also learned a valuable lesson -- while things don't always happen as you would expect, but in my case I don't think there is any reason for me to complain about the outcome of this unexpected situation. An Unexpected Encounter To Be Continued... An Unexpected Encounter The weekend had promised so much. It was meant to have been a birthday treat for Karen – my girlfriend of five years – and me, a weekend away in a luxury hotel. We'd been looking forward to it for weeks, ever since we'd booked it. But here it was, barely an hour after we had arrived, dissolving before our very eyes. It had all started to go wrong a few minutes after we had sat down to dinner. Well actually, thinking back, I suppose it had all started to go wrong that morning – or even two weeks ago when Karen had told Julie, her best mate, of our plans. Now, Julie and I get along great. In fact, there have been more than a few occasions when I'd thought that something might happen between the three of us, although it never had. Julie's problem had always been her boyfriends. For the first few years I'd known her, she had been going out with a mate of mine. The four of us got along great, enjoying each others company whether it was for a night out, or even a holiday. Then, out of the blue, Julie dumped Mark, and that was that. Karen and I never did find out what had happened. Since the, Julie had dated a succession of men, most of whom Karen thought were "unsuitable" for her best friend, and none of whom we really got on with. The latest boyfriend – Pete – had lasted a few months, which is longer than most. And that was where the problems had started. On hearing about our plans for the weekend, Julie took it as a wonderful opportunity for Pete and her to join us, so that we could all get to know him better, just in case he was "the one" for her. As Julie had announced this, as full of enthusiasm as ever, Karen and I had just stared at each other, both fervently hoping that the hotel was fully booked. But it hadn't been – and there was nothing we could do but grin and bear it. To try and keep at least part of our plans intact, Karen had told Julie that we would drive down to the hotel on our own. We had planned a leisurely drive down, taking our time, stopping for lunch, a relaxing swim and sauna when we got there followed by some pampering – and plenty of time alone before dinner on the Friday night. Even as Karen told me of her plans, my cock had risen up, hard in my jeans, before I'd pulled her into my arms. But even that didn't work out. On the Friday morning, just as we were about to leave, Julie phoned. Pete's car had broken down the night before, so could they have a lift? We couldn't really say no, but then it had gone from bad to worse as Pete got caught up at work, and couldn't get away until mid-afternoon. Our leisurely drive then became a tedious, tiring drive through the Friday afternoon and evening rush hour. The journey took twice as long as it should have done, and we barely arrived in time for dinner. After booking in, I had led Karen up to our room. We sank wearily into each others arms, longing for time together, my cock rising up to press against her as our lips met feverishly. She pushed me gently away, both of us knowing that we had only a little time together before dinner. Karen went off for a shower. I took my turn after her, coming back out of the bathroom to find her sat at the dressing table putting a little makeup on. She really didn't need it – her face was beautiful enough, framed by her long, blonde hair. She smiled across at me, at my nakedness, licking her already moist lips as her eyes ran over my strong, muscular body and down to my rising cock. "Get dressed," she told me huskily as she stood up and reached for her dress. I watched her as she slipped into her black mini dress, as it slid over the skimpy, black underwear she was wearing. I sighed, and dragged some clothes on, consoling myself with what was to come later. I led the way out of the room and to the lift. We were alone as we descended towards the ground floor. We held each other and kissed, my hands running lightly up and down Karen's back, her hand pressing lightly against my bulging cock, both of us making whispered promises of what would happen once we were alone again after dinner. But it wasn't to be. As soon as we saw Julie and Pete in the dining room it was more than obvious that all was not well. Our weekend was about to get a whole lot worse. Pete and Julie had clearly been arguing. This continued over dinner, the two of them constantly sniping and snapping, with Karen trying to keep the peace. As we drank our coffee, Pete snapped once too often – and Julie slammed her cup down and stormed off. Karen hurried after her, leaving me to brood on my simmering dislike of Pete. He looked at me a bit sheepishly, and I actually began to feel sorry for him. After all, Julie can be a right bitch at times. He seemed to have shrunk a bit in the last few moments. At a little over six feet, well built and muscular, Pete tended to dominate, but now he somehow seemed smaller. I was about to snap at him, but didn't. What was the point of making things worse? Except that they were about to get worse anyway. Or were they? Karen came back a few minutes later. She whispered to me, glancing over at Pete from time to time, explaining how Julie wanted to go home, how Karen had persuaded her to stay as the next train wasn't until the morning, how Julie was refusing to share a room with Pete. And how Karen had agreed to share with Julie that night. Did I mind sharing with Pete? I couldn't believe what I was hearing, so I only took in half of what she went on to say. "It's a twin room ... Julie messed up the booking ... that's what they started to argue about ... it's only one night ... she is my best friend ... we've still got tomorrow ... I'll make it up to you ... as soon as they've gone ..." Half an hour later I was stood outside Pete and Julie's room, her key card in my hand. I had said good night to Karen, my cock hard as I held her, despite the circumstances, despite our weekend being ruined. I swiped the card angrily, opened the door, and stepped inside. The room was almost in darkness. Pete was already in bed, but had left a bedside light on. Glancing around, I saw that it was a twin room, although the beds were much bigger than you would normally expect. After going to the bathroom, I switched the light off, and undressed in the dark before slipping into bed in my boxers. I lay in bed, my eyes gradually adjusting to the darkness. I wasn't sure if Pete was asleep or not, although his breathing seemed very regular. I rolled onto my side, my back towards him. I thought about Karen, about what we should have been doing together. Without really thinking about it, my hand strayed down under the covers. I cupped and squeezed my cock and balls, feeling them harden as I imagined Karen next to me. I could almost smell her, taste her. I eased my boxers down onto my thighs and pulled my cock and balls upwards, above the waistband. I stroked along my length, feeling my shaft thickening and hardening until I was fully erect, my balls tight beneath my thick cock. I slid my hand slowly up and down, peeling my skin back with every stroke, half listening out for Pete. I closed my eyes, a picture of Karen in my mind, my hand moving faster, my cock and balls getting harder, tighter. "Can I help you with that ...?" My eyes flew open the words sunk in, as I became conscious of Pete behind me. He was kneeling at the side of the bed, his face close to my shoulder, his hand resting lightly of my hip. I froze as his hand slid over my hip and under mine to squeeze my cock. I instinctively pulled away, rolling onto my back and trying to sit up, pushing him away as my cock wilted. I stared at him, my eyes wide open with shock. "Just thought I could help ..." he told me, giving my cock another squeeze. I jumped – I hadn't even realised that he was still holding me. I watched him as he stood up, a smile, a knowing smile, on his face. I watched as he crossed the room and headed for the bathroom, as he walked slowly between our two beds, across the bottom of mine before pausing and reaching for the light switch. His body was bathed in light from the bathroom before darkness descended again as he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself. I watched all this closely, unable to drag my eyes away from him. It had only been when he had let go of my cock and stood up that I had realised for the first time that he was naked. I caught only a fleeting glimpse of his cock before his back was to me. Pete seemed somehow taller and broader, his waist slimmer, as he walked slowly away. In those few seconds, my eyes locked onto his broad, muscular back and shoulders, on how they tapered into his waist. I stared at his firm ass, the skin pale in contrast to the rest of him. I looked at his strong legs, the muscles rippling as he took those few steps, his ass rocking gently. As he reached the end of the bed and turned sideways to me, I could see him in profile. I could feel his eyes on me, looking down to where my hand was still holding my cock. My eyes were drawn to his cock, standing out semi hard from his body, curving away, bobbing lightly as he walked, promising so much. As Pete switched on the bathroom light, the bedroom had been lit up for a few seconds. He was bathed in light as he turned towards me. In that fleeting second I drank in the sight of his jerking cock, of his strong body. My mouth was dry, and my tongue felt swollen. As the bathroom door closed, I flopped back onto the pillow, gasping for breath. I listened to Pete in the bathroom, thinking of his cock, of his touch, only then realising just how hard my own cock was in my hand. My mind was a blur of confusion as I realised that for the first time I was turned on by the sight, the thought, of another man. It didn't even feel like it was me doing it as I reached down and slid my boxers off. I moved as if I was in a trance, an image of Pete, of his naked body, of his cock, burnt into my mind. Naked, my heart pounding, I lay back in the bed, the covers thrown to one side, my rock hard cock on my belly. And I waited. Moments later, Pete emerged from the bathroom. He paused in the doorway, looking at me, seeing my nakedness, my hardness. Leaving the bathroom light on, he crossed quickly to my side and dropped to his knees beside me where he had been only minutes before. Nothing was said as he reached for me, as he took my hard cock into his hand. He lifted my cock away from my body, one hand sliding gently along my shaft as the other reached for my balls. I groaned as he slipped his hand down to the base of my cock, pulling my skin back tight, exposing the red, throbbing head of my cock, already slick with pre cum. I watched, my eyes wide open, hardly daring to breath, as he moved his hand up and down, as beads of shiny pre cum rolled softly down my cock head and onto his hand. He leant forward, his body hot against mine, and flicked his tongue over me, wiping the pre cum away with his warm, wet tongue. I cried out at the feel of him on me, just as he sighed at the taste of me on his tongue, at the feel of me in his hands. We both moaned out loud as he dropped his mouth over the tip of my cock and sucked slowly on the head, his tongue swirling around my sensitive skin, his lips wrapped around the ridge of flesh that separated my cock head and my thick, throbbing shaft. I twisted slightly towards him as I moved for the first time. I reached out a hand to him, reaching out for the back of his neck as my hips pushed upwards off the bed, driving my cock into his mouth. His lips slid down my shaft as I drove into him, his teeth grating along my length as I began to fuck his mouth. My hips bounced off the bed as his tongue lashed across my cock head, both of us moaning. His hand on my balls squeezed harder, his fingers probing lower. I pulled my knees up, his fingers sliding over my balls to rub gently but insistently at my ass, his finger tips scratching lightly over the sensitive ridges of flesh he found there. Pete's other hand was on my belly now, pressing down lightly on my hot skin, feeling the tense muscle below. I was pumping quickly into his mouth, my balls hard and on fire. His mouth plunged up and down, swallowing more and more of my shaft each time, sucking me deeper into him each time as his fingers continued to probe at my ass. The muscles of my thighs and belly were tense, rock solid as my ass tightened and lifted off the bed as I came, as I cried out and pumped my thick cum into his mouth. Pete grabbed my cock, pumping my shaft wildly as he sucked my cum from me, his moans muffled by my hardness. Gradually, I relaxed, not quite believing what had just happened. My ass sunk back down onto the bed, my cock softer in his hand, his lips and tongue moving gently over me. Pete looked up at me, a grin on his face, but my mind was still confused, a blur of conflicting emotions. Pete saw my confusion, but still he leant over and kissed me quickly, the taste of my cum on his lips and tongue. I moaned against his lips, wanting more but still not understanding. And then Pete moved to kneel beside me, his cock long and hard in front of me, his meaning, his need, obvious. I reached out to him, slowly, tentatively, wanting to touch him but still not sure. His cock felt hot, the taut flesh throbbing under my hand. Pete moaned as I touched him for the first time, as I touched any man for the first time. I looked down at his cock, looked at him closely for the first time as I stroked along his veiny shaft, feeling the blood feeding his erection. He stood up, my hand still on his cock. I eased up the bed a little so that I was half propped up on the pillows. I looked at Pete, seeing for the first time how hard and flat his belly was, how the hair above his cock was short and curly, how smooth his balls were, how long his cock was, how it curved up slightly at the end. His skin was tight over his bulbous head as I eased it back. I glanced up at him as he let out a deep sigh, his eyes closed, a look of intense pleasure on his face. As if in slow motion, Pete moved. Stepping forward, he rested one knee on the edge of the bed. Before he moved again, I knew exactly what he was going to do. He swung his leg over me so that he was straddling my chest, his cock bouncing only inches from my face, from my mouth. I reached out to him again, my hand finding his hardness just as he rocked himself forward. His cock brushed against my lips, his pre cum smearing sweetly along them. Suddenly, I wasn't sure. I pulled my head away, turning sideways for a second, Pete's cock dragging against my cheek. I felt him move, and looked back towards him. For a moment I thought he was going to try and force his cock into my mouth, but he didn't. He took my hand and wrapped it around his shaft. As I held him he spoke softly. "Later," he told me, "when you're ready." I squeezed his cock, happy to hold him, to stroke his swollen shaft, wanting to feel him in my hand. I held him awkwardly, the tip still inches from my face. Pete eased backwards a little, his balls trailing over my chest and belly. His ass was level with my thighs when he stopped, his cock still in my hand – until he reached down and pushed by hand away. He reached for my semi erect cock and held it against the hot, hard flesh of his own erection. He moved his hand slowly, wanking us together, my cock growing hard against his. I could feel the heat of him throbbing along my cock as I thickened and lengthened, recovering more quickly than I could ever remember. I pushed his hand away, and took his cock from him, reaching down to cup his hard, swollen balls in my other hand. As I pulled on his cock, he eased forward until my cock was beneath him, resting under his firm ass. Then he began to push down against me, rocking slightly, my cock sliding between his taut cheeks. I stroked him slowly at first, but then faster as he rocked against my cock, as my hand became a blur. I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand, the heat coursing through him. He leant back, his hands behind him, on my thighs, his ass pressed down harder against my cock. He threw his head back, a deep moan escaping from between his lips as I felt his orgasm approaching. I pumped him harder, faster, my own cock painfully hard, my eyes now closed as I savoured the feel of Pete's cock in my hand, as I listened to his groans of pleasure. I could feel the tip of my cock rubbing against his ass as he moved, against the tight puckered entrance to his body. I groaned at the thought, at the feel, of my cock against him, and I knew I wanted more, that I was ready for more. I opened my eyes to find Pete staring at me. It was if he could read my mind. But then with a deep sigh he came. There was no warning, just jet after jet of thick cum gushing from his cock. I watched wide eyed as he threw his head back again. I watch the cum spurting from his cock, thick wads of cream that splattered onto my chest and belly. Pete rocked his body, his ass grinding down onto my cock as I carried on wanking him, spraying more and more cum over me. His belly was taut, the muscles rippling tightly until at last he relaxed, the last of his cum dribbling from his softening cock onto my hand. He knelt up, his breathing hard, grinning at me. He told me that I'd "done great" as he climbed off me and came to lay beside me, before adding "but what about this?" He held my hard cock in his hand again, running his fingers along my shaft, tracing the thick ridge on the underside of my cock from my balls up to the tip and then back again, tracing every vein, every contour. His touch was so intense I could do nothing but sink back onto the pillows and let the pleasure wash over me. His hands and fingers moved further, probed lower, running lightly over my ass before moving back up over my balls, along my shaft, and onto my belly and chest to trail through the drying pools of his cum. He twisted his head, and I felt his strong, agile tongue flicking across my nipple. I could feel it hardening even before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked on me, gently at first and then harder, more insistently. He moved then, his tongue flicking through the pools of his cum on my body. He lifted his head and looked at me. I could see his cum glistening on his lips and tongue. And then he was moving towards me. My lips parted to welcome his. I felt his tongue dancing lightly against mine as I tasted his cum, tasted him, for the first time. As our lips parted, he whispered to me. "Ready?" I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I wasn't sure exactly what he meant, but at that moment I was ready for anything, wanted everything. Pete looked at me closely, and then dropped his head towards my cock. He licked quickly along my length, leaving me gasping for more, my cock twitching. He scooped up what was left of his cum with his fingers and rubbed it along my cock before rolling onto his front, his meaning obvious. "Quickly" he told me. I climbed behind him, kneeling between his legs, my cock huge in front of me. I moved slowly, uncertain despite my desire. Pete moved, arching his back and raising his ass towards me. I reached for his ass, holding his firm cheeks and pulling them apart. Pete pushed back against me, exposing his ass to my gaze. I ran a finger tentatively over the puckered entrance, feeling his heat, feeling him throbbing beneath my touch. I rubbed a finger against him, feeling him squirm with pleasure as my finger eased into him, rubbing against a thousand sensitive spots as I pushed deeper inside him. I felt him moving beneath my touch, and looking up I saw him reaching out to the bedside unit. Pulling the draw open, he felt around blindly, before grabbing a tube and passing it back to me. I looked at the tube of lubricant he had given me, and quickly squirted some on to my fingers. Seconds later, he was pushing back towards me again, urging me to fuck him with one finger, then two, as he began to relax. An Unexpected Encounter As I fingered him, I smeared some jelly onto my cock, waves of pleasure washing through me as I stroked my length, mixing the jelly with Pete's cum as I finger fucked his ass. I shuffled forward those last few inches until my cock was resting against his cheek. I pulled my fingers out and rested the tip of my cock against his ass, only half listening to his whispered words of encouragement, of need. We both moaned as I pressed against him, as my cock pressed against his ass. I groaned in confusion as nothing happened, but sighed in pleasure as his tight body opened up to me and took my cock inside it. I stopped, gasping out as the velvety tightness of his ass throbbed around me, holding me tight. Pete wriggled beneath me, urging me on as I leant against him harder. His body relaxed some more, and with a jerk, and loud groans from both of us, half my cock disappeared inside him. Pete was moaning softly now, telling me to fuck him. I pressed down again, my body now almost over his, and with one final groan my cock slid inside him until I was buried deep inside his ass. We lay still for a moment, my breathing harsh in his ear. Without being told I started to move, started to fuck him. I moved slowly, almost tentatively, at first, moving just an inch, then two inches, at a time. But soon we were both crying out as I pulled all but the head of my cock out of him and then drove back in, filling him, stretching him, repeatedly as we fucked. The tightness of his ass around me, the heat of him, was unbelievable, as was the intensity of the pleasure powering through me. His cries were muffled by the pillows in front of him, but mine weren't as they echoed around the room. I could feel my cum rising, my balls tightening as they slapped against him, so I slowed, wanting it to last. Pete sensed this and pushed back against me. I rolled onto my side, taking him with me, my cock still buried inside him. I moved more slowly, still fucking him, savouring the sensations coursing through me, my hand on his hip. I slipped my hand lower, reaching around him for his cock and balls. He was hard again, his cock rigid in my hand. I traced my fingers along the ropey veins stretching up his shaft, feeling his strength, his powerful hardness. I stroked him in time to the thrusts of my hips, to the thrust of my cock into his hot ass. This time both our moans filled the room as I fucked him and wanked him, as we pleasured each other, our hands reaching out to wherever we could reach. I came with a force I hadn't felt in a long time, my cum erupting into his ass in rapid spurts. I plunged into him, holding my cock deep inside him as he squeezed his ass around me, milking me of every last drop of cum. I pulled him towards me so that we half on our backs, my hand on his cock a blur. He reached for his own balls as his cum gushed from him in an arc to splatter onto his chest and belly. We were quiet for a while, not daring to speak, the only sound that of our hurried breathing as we sought to get our breath back. My cock slipped from Pete a few minutes later, and then he went to shower, to clean up. I thought about joining him, but left him, taking my turn afterwards. As I stood under the hot water, washing the cum from my body, I still couldn't believe what had happened – or how good it had felt. When I went back into the bedroom, Pete was sat up on his bed, a towel around his waist. Suddenly, I was very aware of my own towel, of how little it covered, of my still bulging cock. I couldn't think of what to say. Not knowing what else to do, I got two beers from the mini bar and passed one to Pete, aware of his eyes on me. "I felt exactly the same the first time," he said quietly, as I sat down on the bed. I didn't answer as Pete went on to say how he'd been bi-curious for ages, but had done nothing about it, had never had the opportunity to do anything about it, until six months ago. He told me that tonight had only been his third time with a man, but every time had seemed so right. The words just tumbled out as I told him then how good it had felt, but later, when at last we both tried to sleep, the doubts, the guilt, began to creep in. But they disappeared hours later when I felt Pete move into my bed behind me, as I felt his hardness against me, his fingers running lightly over my ass. I pushed back against him, and was instantly rewarded by the feel of his cock against my ass. I reached behind me and held his cock for a moment before rolling onto my front, my own cock hard beneath me. I eased my legs apart, assuming that was what Pete would want, knowing that it was what I wanted. He moved behind me, his hands on my hips, and pulled me up onto my knees. He reached between my legs for my cock, caressing and stroking me, his other hand doing the same to his own cock. Still holding me, he moved his other hand over my ass. I tensed, knowing where his hand, his fingers, were heading. I moaned as his fingertip found my ass, as he rubbed lightly but insistently at me. I moaned as his finger moved away for a moment, and sighed with pleasure as I felt it back against me, cool from the jelly he'd smeared on us. And then it was inside me, his finger deep inside me, his other hand still on my cock. I could feel his cock hard against the inside of my thigh, sending waves of anticipation through me. Pete moved behind me. His finger was gone, but I could sense him lubricating his cock, and then I felt him between my cheeks, then pushing against me, hard and hot. A wave of pain shot through me as he drove his cock into me. Before I knew it, half his cock was inside me. I pressed my face to the pillow, muffling my cries as he pressed harder until his whole length was buried inside me. The pain turned into a dull ache as Pete began to move inside me, and then to a sort of numbness as he pulled out of me a few inches before pressing back down. This gave way to ripples of anticipation, and then to outright pleasure as he slid easily in and out of my body, his cock filling me, stretching me, pleasuring me, reaching deeper inside me than I ever thought possible. Pete's breathing became heavy behind me as he fucked me hard. I reached up and grabbed the end of the bed, arching my back as he held my hips and drove down into my eager body. He roared as he came, fucking me through his orgasm, his cum gushing from his cock, sending a warm wetness through my body. He reached around me, searching for my painfully hard cock, making me cum only seconds after him. We slept again after that, back in our own beds. I woke up as the sun started to lighten the room through the curtains. Looking over, I could see Pete, the bed covers thrown back, his naked body bathed in sunlight, my head full of memories of what had happened. I couldn't drag my eyes away from his strong body, from his cock as it lay curled up at the base of his stomach. I slipped from my bed, and went to kneel beside Pete, just as he had done to me hours earlier. I leant over him, knowing what I wanted. I ran my tongue along his cock, tasting him for the first time, tasting any man for the first time. I flicked my tongue around his cock head, watching, feeling, his cock lurching upwards at my touch. Pete stirred as I licked along his length, savouring his taste as I felt him start to harden under my tongue. I lifted his cock away from his body, marvelling at how quickly it had grown, at how thick and hard he was in my hand. Despite what had happened during the night, it was as though this was the first time I'd touched him. Suddenly uncertain at what to do next, I imagined what I would want – and dropped my head down to suck on the tip, and then the head, of his cock. I dropped my head lower, sucking him into my mouth, tentatively at first, but then more eagerly, more wantonly, as I wondered why I'd been so uncertain about doing this the night before. I felt Pete's hips move as he woke up, pushing his cock up towards me, pushing it deeper into my mouth. A deep moan escaped his lips as I sucked harder on him, my tongue lashing across his cock head. I reached for his balls with one hand, my own cock with the other, as his hips bounced off the bed, his cock plunging into my mouth. He fucked me, driving his cock into my mouth as I sucked on him greedily. He held his cock, his other hand on my head, pulling me towards him as he pushed up to meet me. My hand was a blur on my own cock, my other hand caressing his balls before slipping lower. As I felt him starting to cum, I plunged a finger into his ass. We came together, my cum splashing up onto my belly as I knelt by the bed, his cum gushing deeply into my mouth. I clamped my lips around him as I swallowed frantically, sucking on him, wanting all of his cum in my mouth as he pumped his shaft. His cock eventually slipped out of my mouth and dropped back between his thighs, his legs stretched out in front of him. I stood up and looked down at him, knowing that our most unexpected encounter was over. I slept for another hour or so after that, both exhausted and elated by what had happened. When I woke up, Pete was gone. I lay back in bed, thinking about what had happened, knowing that it might never happen again. I quickly showered, and then went to meet Karen for breakfast. There was no sign of Pete or Julie. She kissed me lightly as we met, commenting on happy I looked. "Did you have a good sleep," she asked. "I had a really good night," I told her truthfully, as I slipped an arm around her. THE END An Unexpected Encounter This one is a Prequel to The Tale of Jody and Dee. * My name is Deanna Halleywell. I'm a twenty- six year old, glazed strawberry blond with long, somewhat curly hair, hazel eyes and fair skin. Jogging three or four miles a day helps keep my weight down to a level that I like. Bicycle crunches and oblique crunches done on my apartment floor until my stomach hurts help keep it flat. My current job as a medical records clerk, and a side income, afford a studio apartment. It's a little like living out of a hotel room but it's better than living with my parents and coping with their crap. At least I can live my life as I like it. I can bring a girl home from a lesbian bar if I choose or spend the night at her place. Dr. Stark, a woman probably in her thirties, came recommended by a friend inside the department when I was choosing a primary care physician. I was told that she's very nice and she's thorough. I guess that's what I wanted. I had come away from my physical, and first encounter with her, liking her as a doctor. She wears her long, light brown hair behind her ears, often in a pony tail. She has mahogany color eyes and a straight nose. She's tall and quite attractive. I had been out for my daily run and was starting to pant by the time I had completed four miles. My legs burned. I walked along catching my breath. My run had taken me past Sarah's many times. This time I chose to visit the place. Perspiring, I walked inside. Maybe I can use the rest room to freshen up. Sarah's Place in the district is a well known haunt that has been there since long before I moved into my apartment. It generally attracts a young crowd, typically twenty-somethings like myself. A few are in their thirties. Once in a while a woman in her forties will frequent the club. As for me, I don't get their often, but I do get there. It's two floors are each a different venue. The bottom floor just below street level is dimly lit, with small tables for two, a horseshoe shaped bar and hard wood floors. Pictures of sexy women, sometimes nude, hang from it's walls. Outside the back is a patio with outdoor furniture and some tables. On the second floor a DJ spins one CD after another. Girls dance or sometimes pretend to dance. The loud, thumping beat of the music often drowns out voices. Couples have been known to kiss passionately while their hands roam freely over the dance partner's ass or crotch. The club does a different theme each night. Friday, which is the night I would go to such a place, is panties only night. I was dressed that night in casual clothes. The outfit was low rise jeans, Nike running shoes, t shirt and sports bra. In front of me as I walked inside there was a counter. Over it a sign on the wall read, clothing check so I approached it. Behind it a girl with short blond hair, who looked a little like Ellen Degeneres, greeted me. "Hi, welcome to Sarah's lounge." "Thanks," I answered. "Would you like to check in your clothing and just enjoy the night being as sexy as you can be?" I chuckled at the remark. It sounded like a great idea. "Yeah, I think I will. I just came in from a four mile fitness run. Is there anywhere I can freshen up?" She looked to her left at a dark mahogany panel. "There's a locker room. And yes there is a shower inside there." As I looked around the club and my eyes adjusted I saw girls who were scantily dressed. A lot of them were flirting. Those who were not appeared about to start. Taking a lock and key I walked through the doorway into a rather well lit room with a blue tiled floor, beige colored lockers and three shower stalls. I checked my clothing into number 8. For the next five refreshing minutes the shower washed away the sweat and body odor. Outside the locker room the meat market atmosphere prevailed. Flirting quickly followed chatting which was often brief. A girl was bound to wind up in bed with someone. I had not had pussy in quite a while and was looking for it. Every stool at the bar was occupied as were many of the tables. Smoke hung like fog in the air and drifted upward from cigarettes in girl's hands everywhere. I was scoping out the hot women when I thought I saw a familiar face. That's not who I think it is. I walked up to her. "Hi, you look like someone I know." "I get that sometimes." "Do you work in SF Hospital? Dr. Stark right?" "It's Jody, and yes I do." "You did my physical just about a week ago." "I've seen you around." "Deanna Halleywell. I work in Medical Records." My primary was probably the last person in the world I expected to see in a lesbian bar. But then I was probably the last person she expected to see there. "Do you come here often Deanna?" "Not really. I can't afford it very often. I just got my own apartment and money is tight these days." "I live just outside Los Angeles." "So you came way down here." "There's not a lot of action down where I live. I think I'm the only lesbian in the building." Why did she choose that neighborhood? Why don't you move up here to San Francisco? She placed a hand on my belly making small circles around my navel with her finger tips. Her flirting excited me and she knew it. Just then her other hand went to my ass, sliding under the hemline of my panties. "How old are you Jody?" "I'm thirty-five. I graduated UCLA medical school and I came to work at the hospital almost eleven years ago." "Nine years older than me," I replied, "but you've got a great body." "Thankyou," she answered smiling, "I work hard at it. Yours is not bad either." "Do you dance?" "Sure," I answered quickly. We walked hand in hand up stairs. A few songs later I decided that it was time to go home and bring her with me. I wanted to spend the night with her. "Would you like to come back to my place for a night cap?" "That sounds exciting," she answered with a wink and a sly smile. Jody dressed in a very pretty floral print Empire Waist mesh tunic with blue jeans and four inch wedge heals. "I love that top, Where did you buy it?" " Thank you. Lord and Taylor," she answered. In the privacy of my small apartment I pulled her sexy, curvy body against mine. Our lips pressed together in a passionate kiss, then tongues pushed into wet, open mouths. Her lips touched my cheek with a light kiss then my neck with another. She pulled her tunic over her head and draped it over the back of the sofa then reached back to unclasp her bra. I had been noticing all night that our tits are the same size and shape. The garment fell to the floor. Pulling off her jeans and panties she put them with the top and her panties with her bra. I had undressed while watching her. After a night of wild, uninhibited sex we awoke fairly late on Saturday morning in disheveled bed cover. I wanted to know her better as a person but she should know more about me. "I sing in a band. It's a good side income." "How did you get that work?" "I studied piano for a while when I was young, then when I was a teen I took voice lessons for long time. Anyway I auditioned with a band and they gave me the gig." "That's great. I wish you well." "The band is three married guys." "I guess they won't be hitting on you." Lacking a comeback, I changed the subject. I also laughed a little. "My parents are hard core conservatives, religious right from the middle west. They've never accepted that I'm lesbian so I finally grew sick of being nagged about it. I moved out last month." "They give you a lot of flack." "They go on about how it's not natural, and it's a sin. God made woman for a man and blah blah blah." "Tell me about it. I never actually told my parents. They found out through the grapevine." "I heard it through the grapevine." "Great voice," she responded. A half second later she went into some sad details. "I had an English Lit teacher in the tenth grade who was a lesbian. My parents threatened to have her fired because they thought she was a pervert and hitting on me. After Michelle dumped me, Ms. Jamison was the only friend I had. Anyway I ran away one night. She and her partner let me stay at their place for the night then they brought me home. They explained to my parents that I had mentioned suicide." All I could say was, "that sucks!" "It's better since then. They've accepted my lifestyle." At that point in my life I wanted more than just a one night stand. Please God let us have some common interests. Let me have her in my life. Is she feeling what I'm feeling? That would be awesome. The chat over coffee was light hearted, girl talk in nature. She chatted about her hairdresser, and her neighbors in the building. We did find the first common interest. "Jody let's spend the day together. It'll be just us girls." "I'd like that. Do you play Backgammon?" "I never played." "I see you have a Mac Book. Turn it on and I'll show you the game." After a brief explanation we played. She played against Mac then I played while she watched. The first moments of this budding romance excited me like nothing had in a long time. I was beaming and she could see that. There was a look in her eyes. After a few games of Backgammon I showed her Reversi, my favorite game. My first inkling that Jody moved in different circles, lived in a different world had been the ride in her BMW. She stopped the car in front of a building with well manicured grounds that exuded opulence. Walking around the back we passed the swimming pool and tennis court. "I have an extra bathing suit." Her offer was impossible to resist. Walking under the hot southern California sun made the pool look so inviting. From her dresser inside the air conditioned bedroom, she handed me a desert bloom tankini halter top with black bottom that fit me perfectly. She wore her newly purchased black and white wild thing tankini halter top with matching bottom. Jody and I passed the afternoon hours sitting beside the swimming pool chatting with other tenants, and enjoying a refreshing swim. They were all young urban professional types. There was a computer programmer, a couple of corporate management types, and one airline pilot. We were making love for the second time in as many nights. My lover had pulled off my swimsuit bottom while I sat in the sofa with legs stretched and spread apart. Her tongue touched and slid repeatedly over my clitoris for nearly a minute then pushed deep into my vagina. My cum was spewing out into her mouth. Some would see that I was falling in love with her. Others would not see it. At work on Monday morning co workers saw just acquaintances saying, "Hi," as we passed in the corridors. Before long the romance was no secret around my neighborhood in the Castro district. Around her neighborhood we were just two unmarried women who were platonic friends. An Unexpected Encounter Sometimes you can't help yourself. Sometimes you find yourself overwhelmed. Sometimes things you are carried away on such a roller coaster that you have no time to think rationally. I know, it happened to me. Three years ago I was happily married, immersed in the usual suburban life. I would be lying if I said I never looked at other women. I notice a nice tight backside or a pair of firm breasts just as much as the next man. Occasionally I'd watch some piece of soft porn on late night cable although the simulated sex was usually pretty laughable and some of the boob jobs way over the top. Otherwise I was happy. Three years ago everything changed. I had been to a meeting with a local client and rather than travelling back into town, decided to come home early. I parked the car on the drive as normal. Walking up to the front door, I found it locked. My wife's car was still there so I assumed she had gone round to a neighbour's house. On this day I had left for work without my house keys. We kept a spare behind the house for emergencies, so I walked around to get it. As I reached the back garden I could hear from somewhere the sound of energetic sex - and really enjoying it too. I smiled to myself - our neighbour was a divorcée with lots of male friends, and a penchant for loud and uninhibited sex. As I got to the back of the house, I realised though that the noises were not coming from next door, but from my own garden. I stepped around the corner. No one was in sight, but the cries of uninhibited pleasure continued. I looked across the lawn to the summerhouse, and could see two naked figures just inside. I took a step forward, then stopped in shock. I could see now that the woman was my wife Ann, on her knees, her long auburn hair streaming out, her eyes closed, her lips parted in ecstatic pleasure, while behind her a muscular male figure bucked and plunged. I stepped back out of sight, stunned and unable to think. My heart was pounding, my throat was tight. I couldn't believe that the woman who had taken her pleasure with me that morning, was now herself being taken by this man and delighting in receiving each thrust. I could hear her moans and whimpers still. I looked around the corner again. He had withdrawn from her but was still kneeling. I could see his naked figure - a strong tight back with firm muscular cheeks and as he turned slightly his erect penis swing gently. Ann turned to face him, then she bent forward and began gently sucking and nibbling his hard erect shaft. In the five years of our sex life together, she had never allowed my own cock anywhere near her face, although she loved it when I buried my own face between her thighs. I loved it too - the soft folds of her labia as I probed with my tongue, the sweet taste that appeared as she came to orgasm. She was still working her lips around the exposed head of his penis, playfully licking it like an ice cream, her eyes looking up at him. She paused, then laughed and took him again into her mouth, to my amazement swallowing him deeper and deeper until his whole shaft was in, her lips pressed against his skin. He looked skywards, shuddering with pleasure as her lips wrapped tight around him, she pulled out, then back, out then back. I watched mesmerised as she alternately sucked and bit at him. I looked at his arched back, muscular in a way mine had never been and I could see why she lusted after it. As she sucked him in, I could see the muscles in his ass cheeks tense, each one perfectly defined. She redoubled her efforts, biting him hard, drawing him deeply into her mouth. He cried out but not in pain, then his back arched and he began thrusting back at her. I could see that he was coming - pumping himself into her mouth. She held on tight, not letting him withdraw, sucking him down as his tight muscular ass thrust forward then back. He sighed, a long deep sigh and I saw his body relax, the toned muscles softening as he spasmed one more time then collapsed forward, holding her to him, gasping for breath. She finally released his cock, and as he sat back on his heels, I could see it slowly softening and subsiding, the tip glistening slightly, semen stringing from it. She sat back and smiled, then reached out to touch the moist head of his cock with her fingers, before putting them to her lips, licking each in turn. I realised that as I watched I was becoming more and more aroused. It was almost painful, like being adolescent again, hormones raging and wanting to screw every female I saw. I fled. I couldn't cope with the competing emotions of watching my wife giving head to another man, something she had always refused to do to me, and being so aroused by what I saw. I knew I still wanted that beautiful body of hers, I still wanted to plough that bittersweet furrow between her strong thighs, but I couldn't understand how I could be aroused watching her do it with someone else. I stumbled back to my car. All I could see was her lithe golden body, those full lips wrapped around the man's hard erect shaft. I could see every detail - the dark curls of his pubic hair, the pale ivory shaft, marked with faint blue veins, the contrast of the deep red of the tip, her engorged lips as they gently caught him up, the incredible ease with which his rigid shaft slid between them so deep so that her lips kissed his belly as she swallowed him. As I sat there I realised I was again aroused, my hand had slipped inside my trousers and was playing with my own hard and stiff erection. I cried out in self loathing as I realised I was masturbating over an image of my wife giving a blow job to another man. Why had she done this to me? I thought we had always enjoyed a good sex life. That morning alone I had woken to find her hands cupped around my balls, playing with my morning erection. As she saw me open my eyes, she swung her lithe body across me, and while still half asleep took my cock into her sweet moistness, clamping down on me, squeezing me, milking me as I came quickly and uncontrollably, feeling my cock pumping into her before gradually softening. She laughed and rolled off me. She loved being in control when we made love, my every move and touch at her direction. To be honest I liked it that way too - the contrast between the demure public face she offered to the world and the demanding lustful private woman always turned me on. I knew I had to go back, but I still didn't know what to do. Should I hope he was still there so I could catch them in the act or that they were now indoors and fully dressed so I could pretend it hadn't happened? I was still aroused, I still had a guilty fascination with what I had seen her doing, I still had an almost photographic recall of every muscle and inch of his body as he spent himself in her mouth. Sometimes it seemed as if I was as aroused by his body as by hers. I suddenly pictured myself in the scene, not as him, but as her, taking that ivory pillar into my own mouth, wrapping my own lips around its tip, tasting it. I could almost taste it. I wanted to be there. I wanted to take that hard erect cock between my own lips, to put my hands on his ass as she had, to draw him into me, as she had. I stood on the driveway. I was still fully, painfully erect. Without consciously choosing to, I found myself walking again around the corner of the building and moving towards the summerhouse. They were still there, sprawled out on the rugs, eyes closed as if asleep. She was on her back, her left arm stretched out to her side, her left breast exposed, her right breast hidden by his arm laid across it and around her neck. Their heads were laid side by side. I could see her left leg stretched out, tanned, smooth and at the top, the luxuriant golden red bush of her pubic hair. He had one leg laid across her, his now soft penis, flopping across her right thigh, spilling out from his own dark bush, his balls hanging smoothly below. As I walked across the grass she opened her eyes. To my amazement she didn't move or show any sign that I was unexpected, but looked up at me. "You enjoyed watching us didn't you?" she said. I couldn't speak, still struck dumb by all the emotions churning me up, by the fact that I was jealous of her and wanted to take my own pleasure with him as she had done and by my own reaction to those feelings. He jumped, startled. He obviously had not known I was there, even though she must have done, from her calm reaction to my presence. She was still watching me, looking meaningfully at my groin, where my state of arousal was painfully obvious. He reached across as if to grab his clothes and run. Despite his superb body he was clearly not aggressive then. I could believe that - for all her energy and aggression in our lovemaking she did not like violence. I suppose exposed and limp as he was he felt vulnerable too. She reached across to him, laying her hand possessively on his muscled thigh. "No - stay here" she said. She sat up, her body tanned, her breasts firm, swinging slightly as she moved. With what I suppose was relief I realised I was still aroused by her too. "What's going on?" I stammered in a parody of the cuckolded husband. "We've been fucking" she said. "I thought you had seen enough to realise that" "I know, but yes..." My words petered out, and I stood there helplessly, my penis deflated now. She smiled gently, then stood and came towards me, before taking my hand and drawing me back into the summerhouse. For the first time I looked around. What I had taken to be the sunbed was in fact a pile of soft cushions over which throws had been laid to make a large low daybed. The rest of the floor was covered in rugs. She pushed me down on the daybed next to him, before dropping, cross-legged, to the bed exposing as she did the soft sweet folds of her sex, still slightly red and engorged. "You must know that I enjoy sex," she said "well sometimes I enjoy it with someone other than you" "Yes but you were..." I stammered then realised I was pointing at the man's penis and then at her. She laughed. "Ahh yes" she said, "now there is a benefit of having sex with more than one partner. If Simon here hadn't persuaded me, I would never have known how much fun it is. Fun you will certainly share," she added. Despite myself, my cock throbbed as that image passed through my mind. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his penis swinging gently. I tried not to look, but it appeared to be stiffening slightly. "It's obvious you were aroused by watching us," she said. "The question is what aroused you?" She laughed again and caressed his naked thigh as he lay next to me. Yes it was stiffening... "I don't know what to say." I stammered. "I just never expected to find you having sex like this with another man and doing things to him you never would for me" "I'm sorry about that" she said, "but don't worry, I will from now on. In fact" she leaned forward and smoothly unzipped my pants "we might as well start now." She slid her hand inside my pants, grasping my balls as she pushed me backwards with the other. Horrified I realised I realised I was rapidly stiffening in her hand. "Wait" I gasped "what about him" "Well you watched us, so its only fair if he watches now isn't it." Yes, he was definitely hard again... "I don't want him watching," I spluttered. "Oh you wicked man - I didn't think you had it in you! You want him to join in don't you?" "No, yes" How could I admit that I wanted to make love to Simon while she watched us. "Simon?" she said. He looked across at us, she naked, me still fully dressed, apart from my cock hanging out and grasped firmly in her hand. He smiled then shifted to kneel beside me. "I think we need to get everyone on an equal footing though, don't you think?" He reached forward and began to unfasten my shirt. I stiffened - in more ways than one. Anne looked at me appraisingly as my cock twitched in her hand. "Hmm - in circumstances like this there is a certain etiquette," she said. "Who is going to do what and to whom?" She laughed. "I think we'll go for new experiences shall we?" She looked up at Simon and they both smiled. Then as she held my cock firmly in her hand, he paused in his unfastening of my shirt to slip off first one shoe, then the other, before unbuckling my belt and sliding my pants down and off. Soon I lay as naked as they were, stretched out on the day bed, Ann kneeling on one side, holding firmly onto my rigid cock, Simon kneeling on the other slowly unbuttoning my shirt, his hand gently brushing my chest with each one. I moaned, as looking up I saw Ann's round firm breasts swinging gently as she played with me, while stiffly to attention between us was Simon's erect penis, wobbling and swaying gently as he slowly worked his way down the buttons. At last I could take it no longer but reached around him, cupping his ass cheek in my hand to pull him towards me, while with the other hand I reached across and took hold of his cock in a mirror image of what Ann was doing to me. She laughed delightedly. She bent forward and kissed the exposed tip of Simon's cock then sat back and watched as I pulled it towards my mouth. He swung himself to sit astride me and then eased forward to slide himself into my mouth. I gagged slightly as he penetrated deeper, but then relaxed and allowed him in. It was a different taste to that of Ann, muskier, richer, but I could still detect her too from when this same hard cock had buried itself deep in her soft sweet cunt. Behind him, I could feel Ann's lips around the tip of my own hard cock. As she swallowed me, so I swallowed him - deeper and deeper he came and it was heaven. I grasped his ass cheeks, my nails digging in as Ann's tongue danced around and I followed with my own on Simon. Unlike the almost acrobatic activity I had first watched this was slow and gentle. Simon pressed his cock smoothly forward, then withdrawing just before I gagged, while Ann continued her slow and languorous movements around my rigid shaft. I could feel Simon stiffening further, the taste was changing, slightly saltier and bitter now and I knew he was close to coming. I certainly was. I didn't know if I could cope with him pumping deeply into my mouth as Ann had done for him earlier, but I didn't care. As I felt myself throbbing to life in Ann's mouth, he came in me as he thrust deeper into my mouth Ann swallowed me in turn ever deeper and deeper and I was flying, my body rigid, my hands clawing at his back, taking him in, giving myself to her. Slowly I subsided and he withdrew, Ann released her hold on me, and we fell back on to the bed, limbs entangled in a great warm and sticky heap of spent lust and happiness. Since then? Well that day developed amazingly, but I've never been with another man since. Apparently Simon doesn't normally either. I think that roller coaster I was talking about swept us all up. I'm still with Ann, she and Simon still have the occasional fuck for old times sake. I sometimes just watch, sometimes I join in and we compete to rouse her to ever greater heights. Ann and I also have threesomes with others, sometimes men, sometimes women. It seems that some of the times I heard Georgia having a good time it wasn't a man she was with but Ann - but that's another story. An Unexpected Encounter I have been so busy lately that I haven't had time to hit the gym nearly as often as I'd like. Deciding that it couldn't hurt to lose a little sleep I leave work, run my errands, and hit a 24 hour gym near my house just as the sun sets. It is Monday and there is only one other vehicle in the parking lot, a bronze colored Jeep Cherokee. I park a few spots over and quickly gather up my small gym bag and purse. Locking my little f-150, I quickly stride into the building. In the foyer, I swipe my membership card and step through the door into the main gym area. There are a bunch of weight machines, stationary bikes, and other equipment. Doors off to the left lead to rooms set up for dance and aerobics. On the other side the doors lead to the locker rooms and the pool. That is my ultimate goal so I head for the women's locker room to change into my bathing suit. Stashing my clothes and other things in a locker and dropping the key on its beaded chain over my head. The pool room is warm and steamy. I can feel my hair curling in the humidity so I quickly weave it into a thick coppery braid hanging down to my hips. I ease into the tepid water and begin my laps. I vary the strokes every few laps in order to work different groups of muscles. The first few laps are slow and easy, just warming up, and then I push hard and go as fast as I can for as long as I can handle. Rolling to my back, I swim a few slow laps while my heart rate gets back to normal. I watch the panels in the ceiling go by using them to keep my direction. Finally, deciding that I have been in the pool long enough, I reach the ladder and climb out, enjoying the slightly fatigued feeling in my muscles. I grab a towel and head back to the locker room, intent on rinsing the chlorine out of my hair. I don't see the large man watching me through the window into the main room. I reach the lockers and grab my shampoo and conditioner, knowing that I will never get a brush through my hair again if I don't wash the chlorine out now. I strip off my suit and leave it draped over the bench by my locker, padding quickly to the showers wearing nothing but my locker key. Choosing a shower head in the far corner, I quickly lather, rinse, and condition my hair. While the conditioner soaks in I wash my body with a creamy scented body wash, lingering on my hard, slippery nipples and lower. I shake my head and quickly rinse both my hair and body knowing that it will do me no good to get all excited since I am going home to an empty house. I grab the towel and dry off, wrapping it around myself and heading back to the lockers. Stashing my things in the locker, I grab my cocoa butter and sit down on the bench. It is cool against my naked skin where the towel doesn't quite cover. I unscrew the lid and dip out some of the creamy cocoa butter. I start with my toes and work my way up, my fingers sliding against smooth pale skin. Somewhere in a distant part of my mind I hear myself moan almost silently as my hands move higher. I massage the butter into every inch of skin below my neck, dropping the towel when it gets in my way. My nipples are hard and my skin gleams from the slightly greasy moisturizer. Closing my eyes, I slip my hand between my soft thighs and part the folds of my already wet pussy. Shaking my head to clear the fog from my mind, I stand up and drop the towel entirely. I hear a step and my eyes widen in shock. I have seen him around the gym before but I didn't expect to find him in the ladies locker room so I am understandably frightened. He slowly steps forward, stripping the tight black tee off of his massive chest. I gasp and quickly back up, bumping into the cold steel of the lockers behind me. "Need some help getting your....back?" His voice sends a thrill up my spine and before I can react, he steps close enough to reach out and stroke my shoulder. I shudder and press myself further back against the lockers. He is so big and violent looking that I am afraid he might hurt me but his hand on my shoulder is gentle. One of his large hands reaches down to the jar of cocoa butter sitting on the bench. He takes out a dab and gently pulls me up against his hard chest. His large warm hands stroke the muscles of my back, digging in to unknot the tense spots while the hard tips of my breasts brush maddeningly against his thickly muscled abdomen. His touch feels so good that I moan softly and melt into his body despite my fears. My hands reach up and shyly trace the contours of his lower belly. He strokes lower and gently cups my ass with both of his large hands, leaning down to drop soft moist kisses against the side of my neck. He smells so good, all soap and clean sweat and man. I know I can't stop him but I don't really want to anyway. He is so tall that my lips just barely reach the center of his chest. Seemingly of their own accord, my lips press against his sternum. I run my hands farther up his abdomen and then on to his gorgeous chest. I can't get enough of him and suddenly I desperately need to kiss him; to be kissed. I tilt my head up, rising up on my toes so I can reach; I kiss the side of his jaw. There is a shadow of stubble and it feels prickly and exciting against my lips. "Oh!" The surprised little squeak escapes me as he drops down to straddle the bench and gathers me close to sit across his lap. My ass is tucked close into the wide vee of his strong thighs and I can feel the thickness of his impressive erection digging insistently into my hip. My legs are draped over one of his powerful thighs and his hand strokes slowly from my knee to my hip and back, making me shiver. His other arm wraps around my body, drawing me in close to capture my lips in a searing kiss. He nibbles gently at my lower lip, tongue dipping in for a taste but keeping me wanting more. I whimper and press in closer thrilling at the sound and feel of his low rumbling chuckle against my mouth. Our tongues tangle in a slow sensual dance while the hand on my thigh slides higher to cup my plump breast. The pad of his thumb rasps slowly over my nipple making it even harder. "You are so beautiful." His words are barely a whisper against my lips but they go straight to my core. He turns me around, pressing my body down to the narrow bench with my thighs spread wide and draped over his. My back arches as he runs his big hands over my sides and shoulders, back down the center of my chest to my belly. He fills his hands with the pillowy mounds of my breasts and teases the tips to frantic hardness. When he leans forward to lap gently at the valley between them I moan softly. I reach for him and my hands find the buckle of his belt. I want him naked, to feel his skin on mine. He chuckles again and helps me to undo the fastenings of his pants. He scoots back a little and rises from the bench to quickly shuck his pants, shorts and shoes. His cock springs free, seemingly glad to be released from the confining garments and my mouth waters at the sight. Before he can drop back onto the bench, I sit up and reach out, drawing him close to me. "Mmmmmmm." I look up at him and make sure he watches me wet my plump pink lips before running them down the sensitive underside of his incredible cock. I suck gently at the velvety skin where his shaft meets his scrotum, lapping him with my tongue. I lick a path down the seam that runs between his testicles and draw first one and then the other into my warm welcoming mouth. I suckle softly, drawing a groan from him. He guides me slowly back to the broad head of his cock and watches intently as I lick all over, making him wet and slick before sliding the first few inches into my eager mouth. His hands tangle in my hair as he pulls me closer, giving me more until I feel him bump into the back of my mouth and the opening of my throat. He is so big that I don't know if I will be able to take him all the way into my throat without choking. I decide to try because despite the aggressive feel of his hands in my hair, he is letting me set my own pace and not pushing me. I push forward, making a swallowing motion with my throat, deliberately forcing back my gag reflex. He is so thick I can feel my lips stretch around his shaft as he slides deep into my throat. With my hands, I guide him to take slow thrusts and my throat muscles ripple up and down his length. I can feel his big body tremble and it thrills me to have such power over this beast of a man. He pulls back and roughly pushes me back down to the bench, still breathing hard and shaking a little. My thrilled little giggle makes him growl and he drops down to straddle the bench, spreading my thighs as wide as they will go. He kisses and nibbles the insides of my thighs and lower belly, driving me insane with need before he finally licks me from asshole to clit, making me writhe with the intense pleasure. I feel so helpless and exposed but I desperately want more. I am so wet already that I can feel it dripping down between the cheeks of my ass to pool on the bench. When he laps hard at my clit like he is turning a light switch on and off I squeal loudly and when he slides one thick finger deep into my ass I start coming immediately. He presses his huge cock against my drenched little pussy, pushing hard to enter the tight sheath. I can feel him slowly filling up my pussy while his finger continues to slide in and out of my ass. Suddenly he lifts me up to a sitting position with my widespread thighs wrapped around his narrow hips. He plunges so deep and my clit rubs roughly against his groin with every stroke. I can feel another climax approaching and when he returns to my ass, with two fingers this time, I shatter. Time ceases to exist and one orgasm blends into the next as he pounds harder into my eager body. Hot fluid floods over his belly and thighs and my vision goes gray at the edges. I am coming again, so hard. I need to feel him cum inside me so I grab his shoulders for leverage and throw myself onto his cock, harder and faster, taking him as much as I am being taken. I can feel his cock swell to an even more impossible thickness and he roars loudly as the first hot jet of his seed touches off yet another powerful orgasm. Slowly, our bodies come to a stop and his fingers slip from my ass. He wraps both arms around me and holds me very close. This was the last thing I would have expected to happen at the gym but I can see many more late night workouts on my future. An Unexpected Encounter Be gentle, this is my first attempt at writing anything remotely sexual. Comments, critiques, all are welcome ^_^ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Alexander entered the bar with trepidation. He really, really hated going out to new places to get fucked up, but dealing with his friends at the bar just down the street from his place wasn't an option. He'd -- albeit accidentally -- wrecked his best friend's car into the side of the bar. To be fair, he'd told everyone he wasn't fit to drive and they insisted. But they were still pissed, and Alexander didn't need to see the bartender glaring at him and asking 'Where's the six grand it's gonna take to rebuild my bar, you asshole?' so he'd switched it up. This place was located downtown, in the less clean-cut neighborhoods and the dirty neon signs glowing out front. He didn't mind the look of the place, he just really wanted to get fucked up and forget everything that had happened. Unfortunately, the place was packed. There was a dance floor to the left filled with swiveling bodies and speakers blasting out music so loud he couldn't even begin to figure out what was playing. Alex ignored all that. He didn't care much for dancing, it really wasn't his thing. Instead he made his way to the bar straight across from him, which was completely void of all places to sit. He grunted in irritation and ordered up a nice glass of whiskey and a beer. Once loaded up with alcohol, he turned around and searched for one of the empty booths he could occupy. From where he stood, there looked to be a nice empty one in the corner. However, as he reached his destination, Alex found himself face to face with the wierdest thing he'd ever seen. It was a man, hunkered down in the booth and clutching his purse. Yep. Purse. His face was painted up with eyeshadow, a light lipstick, and a shit ton of glitter. If you were just looking at his face, you'd assume he was a woman, what with the perfectly tousled black hair down to his shoulders and the perfectly arched eyebrows. His facial structure was distinctly feminine too. But as soon as you reached his body, everything went man. His chest was barely covered by a crop top as skin tight as plastic wrap -- and about as transparent -- and he was wearing turquoise tights -- with nothing on underneath, quite obviously -- that cut off a few inches above his black stilettos, that were, if he was to judge, about six inches in height. Definitely not the most normal guy in the world. But, there really wasn't anywhere to sit and Alex wasn't all that bothered by the guy's unique styling. Honestly, he didn't give a damn. The guy looked pretty good painted up anyway, if you discounted the manly pectorals. And even though his arms were as dainty as a lady's, his legs and stomach were pretty damn ripped. He was the oddest creature Alex had ever seen. "Mind if I sit down?" He asked after about a second's worth of observing the man's appearance. Without waiting for a reply, he slid into the seat anyway. He set his icy untouched beer down and took the whiskey in one shot, shoving the glass away. The guy hadn't moved. Just sat there, staring at him. What, did he have something stuck in his teeth? "You alright, man?" Those words must've woken the guy up, because he nodded quickly and picked up his mug of coffee. From the unfocused look in the guy's eye, Alex assumed there was a lot of Irish in that cup. "Name's Alexander, but you can call me Alex." He offered. He was at least going to try to be polite. He wasn't very good at it, but he tried. After a moment's hesitation, the man spoke up. "Jesse." His voice wasn't that high-pitched girlish squeal that a lot of the gay men wore, but it was distinctly feminine. There was a softness in his tone, probably less natural than he let on. "What are you doing here?" He stared suspiciously at Alex, which made Alex tilt his head slightly to the left, eyebrows scrunching up. "Um... drinking?" He gestured to the alcohol in front of him. Actually, he was kind of thirsty. He snatched it up and chugged a good half of the beer down before placing it on the hard table. "What are you doing here?" He retorted. "Drinking." Same response, but now he was nursing the coffee and ignoring Alex. That was weird. "You sure you're okay?" "Fine." Jesse turned his head away and looked out at the bar, like he was searching for something. "Look, if you want me to leave, all you gotta do is ask." He grunted. If he wasn't wanted, he'd get his ass up and move. He could toss some twerp off one of the bar stools and drink himself into a stupor over there. He was in the process of standing up when Jesse looked back over at him. "Seriously, what are you doing?" He startled Alex, who hadn't been doing anything other than making light conversation. Apparently the look said what he was thinking because Jesse narrowed his eyes menacingly. "Did they send you over here to make fun of me? Treat me like shit the way they did last time just to get a fucking laugh?" Now Alex was really confused. "No... I don't even know who you're talking about." He explained, not sure why he even needed to explain himself. "This is the first time I've ever been here. I just wanted to get fucked up and pass out. Shit, I didn't realize I was supposed to be making fun of you." He snapped. This time he did stand up, ignoring his beer. "Look, I didn't mean to piss you off, whatever I've done, I was just looking to get out of the house for a while. Sorry I intruded." Alex had been halfway to the door when he felt a fragile hand on his bicep. He turned to see Jesse standing there, looking pretty uncomfortable. "Sorry, I—I didn't know you were just being nice." He apologized. Alexander could barely hear him over the pounding of the music. "I thought... I thought you were someone else, I guess." He looked over at the bar. "Look, here, I'll pay for your next drink." He lifted his hand off of Alex's arm and fumbled in his pink, fuzzy purse with about as much glitter as he had on his face. The guy liked to sparkle. But Alex really did want to drink, and though he didn't know what was wrong with Jesse, he had a feeling there were real reasons behind his suspicions. "It's okay," He waved off Jesse's money. "Don't worry about it. Just next time you think of accusing me of something, make sure I know what the fuck you're talking about." He smirked. He turned toward the bar, but when Jesse didn't immediately follow, Alex looked back. "You coming, or what?" He inquired. The surprised look on Jesse's face made him smile again as the man gracefully glided toward him, which was insane because those spiked stilettos were enormous. For that matter... "Holy shit, you're tiny." He exclaimed. Standing tall and in six inch heels, the guy barely reached Alex's chin. Granted, Alex was 6'1", but it still fucked with his head seeing this man as tiny as a chick. "Yeah." Jesse shrugged, small smile playing on his lips. His blue eyes, rimmed in kohl, bore into Alex's own green eyes. "That's why I've got the heels." He laughed, a lilting sound. Alex nodded, amused. "Good call. Otherwise you'd disappear from sight and forever be stepped on." He was tempted to ruffle the guy's hair, but figured it would only lead to getting his arm chopped off. "Now come on, and we'll start this conversation over again. Without thinking, he lightly grabbed Jesse's wrist and led him over to the bar. He shoved himself past at least three guys before pulling himself up to the empty space he'd created at the counter. "Whiskey for me and..." He looked back at Jesse. "And you'd like?" "You don't have to--" Alex raised his hand again. "I don't mind. Now, lay it on me. Whaddaya want?" Jesse gave him a look but answered anyway. "I do love frozen margaritas." He smiled, straight teeth glinting in the darkened room. Alex nodded. "You got that?" The bartender nodded brusquely. He forked over the cash and downed his drink while they waited for Jesse's. "So, why are you here alone?" He asked conversationally. "You don't seem to be the kind of person by yourself at a shady bar like this." Jesse turned away, eyes dark. "Oh, sorry. You don't have to answer." "No, it's alright." The pain in the guy's eyes was obvious, but he tried to put on a smile. "I was meeting someone. He—I guess he decided to postpone and forgot to call." The flippant remark and the pained laugh told Alex everything. "Douche bag boyfriend, huh." He stated, certain. "Ex. For about six months now." Jesse responded, not commenting on his assumption that it had been a man. Obviously, look at the guy. He was most definitely a gay male. "Probably should have known he'd stand me up. He always did before." The margarita came finally and Jesse took it willingly, though he very delicately licked the salt off before taking a drink. Not one for messes, Alex assumed. Though... the slow, practiced motions should have clued him in, Alex was never the brightest bulb in the factory when it came to picking up social cues. Facial expressions, sure. Being hit on? Not so much, and not usually from a man. "Well, fuck him. Obviously he didn't deserve you." Alex responded honestly. Jesse seemed like a nice guy, glitz and all. And only assholes stood up dates. Alex wasn't one of those guys. Well, he didn't date, per se. But if he did he wouldn't skip out last minute or ditch his date at all. Luckily for him, he made it quite clear from the beginning that he wasn't interested in relationships. If women went home with him anyway, that wasn't exactly his fault. Okay, it was. But you could never call Alex a liar. Honest to the point of brutality, he was. "Maybe. But it still makes me a fool, getting hurt twice by the same problem." He was slurping up the alcohol much faster now, and Alex wasn't surprised. He ordered himself more alcohol and downed it, finally starting to feel that lightheaded, floating feeling. He liked that much better. "Happens, Jess." He muttered. "Ain't pleasant, but hey at least I'm here." He joked. Jesse flashed him another grin. "Definitely the better choice." He purposefully eyed Alex and winked. "And much more handsome by far." Alex laughed, sliding his empty glass back toward the bartender, who glared. He wasn't sure why, but apparently it was serious. But it put him in a bad mod anyway. "Come on, let's see if that booth's still open. Much less crowded." He announced, hopping up off the hard wooden stool. Jesse followed as well, delicately placing his stilettos to steady his descent. His glass, half empty, was cradled in his hand as he used Alex's proffered fingers to climb down. "Thanks." He called, grin cheeky and most definitely swayed by alcohol. Alex didn't know how much the guy had been drinking, but he sure looked tipsy. He kept his grip on Jesse's forearm, making sure he could stand. "Ooh, I'd watch those man hands, boy." He chittered. "Don't wanna tempt me, now do ya?" He laughed. Alex smirked. "Just making sure you're alright." He responded. Their booth hadn't been overtaken, but on the way there they had some troubles. Some douche bag, probably the one that had made Jesse so suspicious of Alex's intentions earlier. He crowded in -- though, unsurprisingly, he was much smaller in height than Alex. About 5'8" tops. He and his nasty sour breath shoved into Jesse, making him stumble. "Faggot, didn't I tell you to stay out of here? We don't like your kind in our bar." Jesse had barely avoided falling, but his face paled under the concealer. Alex could tell by his pale arms. The guy moved to shove Jesse again, who'd raised his arms in defense, when Alex stepped in, catching the hit in his chest. He didn't even flinch, much less get pushed back. His entire frame covered up Jesse's, hiding him from sight. "I think you better get the fuck out of here." Alex snapped. The guy sized him up, but he was pretty drunk so he thought he could take him. Moron. "What are you, one of those fags too?" He slurred, shoving his yellowed nail into Alex's chest. Alex didn't back down. "I'm that guy that kicks your ass for laying a hand on Jesse without his permission." Alex ground out, taking a rough step forward and slamming the guy's hand back at his face. The man shook his head, surprised, and looked up at Alex. "He don't need you protecting him, he likes being treated like the slut he is." The guy belched out, disgusting and vile. Alex's eyes narrowed. "He takes my cock every night, always begging for more." Alex heard the whimper of fear behind him, and felt Jesse press closer to his back, tucking his head into Alex's shoulder blades. The man tried to push forward, advance on Alex, but he didn't budge. "I told you before, get the fuck out of here or you'll regret it. He's not a slut, and you're not going to lay a hand on him." Alex growled, anger flaring in his emerald irises. The drunken asshole glared at him and raised his fist. "I'll teach you to talk to me that--" Without warning, Alex's fist connected with the man's face, breaking the nose and scraping against the man's teeth. When the man started flailing backwards, Alex pressed on, punching him again. With a final flourish, he kicked out right into the man's chest, sending him sprawling onto the hard concrete floor. He ground his heel into the man's sternum, furious. "If you ever, ever get anywhere near Jesse again, I won't stop until I've killed you, do you fucking hear me?" He shouted, barely even audible over the music blasting away. But he knew the man had heard him. He was nodding, crying, and trying to staunch the flow of blood. Alex pulled off his foot and hauled the man to his feet. Keeping a tight grip on the man's arm and twisting it until the man cried out, he forced the man to walk over to Jesse. "Now apologize for calling him a bitch and a slut, and beg for forgiveness." The man hesitated, so he twisted harder. "Do it!" "So-sorry, Jesse." He spewed, blood dripping into his mouth and choking him. "I won't say it again." "Now apologize for the vile things you said. And if you ever try to force Jesse into anything, I will end you and make sure you enjoy every single vicious sin you forced on Jesse before the last light of life drifts out of your eyes, you got that fuck-face?" "I'm sorry." He gasped, hyperventilating and clawing at Alex's grip. "Oh, God, please let me go." "God's not going to come down and save a piece of shit like you, I promise you that." He snapped. "Now get the fuck out of here and don't let me see your ugly mug again or I'll fulfill your desire to see God." The man blew out of there in a heartbeat, stumbling and smacking into half the patrons in the bar. Almost no one had seen Alex take the bastard down except a group of guys he assumed was the drunk man's friend. But they gave him a wide berth, so he didn't bother to even spare them a glance. Turning back toward Jesse, he gently pressed his fingers under Jesse's chin. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" Alex asked kindly, looking for red marks or bruises from the man's previous actions. Nothing, so it must have only been... "N-no, I'm fine." Jesse's eyes were watering up, threatening to spill over. He reached behind Jesse toward the bar counter and snagged a napkin. "Here." Jesse took it in his shaking fingers and carefully rid himself of the tears without ruining his make up. "Why did you do that?" Jesse's soft voice barely registered in Alex's ears. "I couldn't just sit back and watch him hurt you." Alex replied. "You said... you asked me if someone had sent me. I'm assuming you were talking about that walking, talking bag of douche back there?" Jesse choked on a fearful laugh, but nodded. "Well, I don't think he'll bother you anymore." Jesse looked up at him, red-rimmed eyes bringing out the flecks of silver in his deep blue irises. "Thank you." The admiration -- and something he couldn't quite recognize -- was apparent in the male's voice. "Any time. I love putting assholes in their place." Jesse's fingers brushed lightly against his arm, nails trailing over his skin and causing goosebumps. "Will you--" He paused, like he wasn't sure of the answer. "Will you dance with me?" He asked, rejection already brewing up in his blushing cheeks and fearful eyes. Alex paused, surprised. Odd request, that was certain. "Hmm. Well, I don't dance. Mostly because, well, I can't dance for shit." He rubbed the back of his head, smiling genially. "But if you're brave enough to get within twenty miles of my two left feet and horrible rhythm, it's your funeral." He responded. Jesse's surprise mirrored Alex's own. He really couldn't dance, and he didn't know why he'd offered. But he wanted to wipe that embarrassed, broken look off of Jesse's face. If seeing him make a fool out of himself would help, he could do that. Besides, it wasn't like he knew anyone at the bar. Like a proper gentleman -- though he was never much of one -- Alex led Jesse to the dance floor, where the bodies were packed close together and the music was still unintelligible. Jesse had seemed to shift back into his original, less pained self because he was smiling excitedly and bouncing around. Once they were just past the edge of the dance floor, Alex turned. And was surprised, immensely. Jesse didn't pause for a heartbeat, just spun into action, dancing more like Alex was a stripper pole and he was the topless dancer than him being any sort of partner. Alex stood there, frozen. There was way more grinding than he'd expected, and a lot of molesting as well. He could have sworn he felt Jesse's hands cup his package through the jeans for a split second before twirling around him, laughing and smiling. Alex swore this guy was more girl than man. And he didn't like how suddenly uncomfortable his jeans were. Yes, Alex fucked a lot of women. A. Lot. It was one of those things that just happened naturally. He had long chestnut hair with a hint of red when glinting in the sun that hung down to his chin in messy, loose curls. His green eyes enchanted women with a single look, and his strong, chiseled features likened to those Greek statues carved centuries ago. He was also quite built, with a firm chest and lots of sexy abs so ripped you could count each individual muscle. With his tall height and his overpowering persona, many women fell to his charms. But that didn't mean he'd never been with a man. He'd experimented a couple times in college, had a fling or two with some of the men from work. He didn't go out of his way to avoid sexual relations with a man, he just ended up bringing more women home. But Jesse was a conundrum. A man, looking and acting like a woman, with a male package anyone could see was well-endowed through his tight turquoise leggings. It was confusing, to say the least. Not unpleasant, just really, really confusing. So when Jesse continued to grind into his groin with hip thrusts, he realized he needed to get out of there or suffer a lot of rising embarrassment. He took a step back and grabbed Jesse by his wrists, very gently, pulling him in closer. "Hey, uh... I think that's enough dancing." Jesse was panting, and smirking devilishly. He'd probably felt what was growing on—going on in Alex's pants with all the close contact. "Can't... can't really handle much more." He didn't need the world to see him outlined in denim. He tugged Jesse over to the side, just a few feet from the door he'd first arrived in. "What, can't handle all of this?" Jesse grinned cheekily, posing. Alex rolled his eyes, softening the action with a smirk. "I just don't want to become a spectacle in the middle of the dance floor." He replied. Jesse stepped closer, close enough that Alex could physically feel Jesse's body heat emanating off of him. "Would you rather go somewhere... private?" He asked, trailing his fingers across the front of Alex's jeans. He groaned inwardly and grabbed at Jesse's hands. An Unexpected Encounter "You can't keep doing that." He muttered, eyes flaring, avoiding the question. He didn't want to admit his curiosity. Or his hard on for this femme male. "Oh, but I can't help it." He purred. Alex decided he was way too good at that. "Your body just... calls for me." "You know what? My body doesn't always do the thinking, thank you very much." He grunted as he stepped back, feeling the wall hit him in response. Jesse closed the distance again. "I can keep this up all night, you know. I don't mind a good chase." Firm hands pressed against his stomach, digging in those sharp, painted nails. "Unless you think you can resist?" He dropped his chin and fluttered his eyelashes. Alex really couldn't take much more of the pressure. His pants were way too tight already, and he wasn't even fully hard. Any more, and the tent would be unmistakeable. And by this time, his arousal was shooting through the roof, demanding it. You don't wake up the special friend and expect him to go back to sleep any time soon, and if he does... oh, you'll be hurting, for damn sure. "Look--" He wasn't going to convince Jesse, and his urges weren't going to let him off the hook either. Alex grabbed Jesse's hand again and tugged him toward the door, back into the parking lot. He walked uncomfortably to his black bike, a ninja, and tugged off the helmet. He always brought a spare in case he took a lady friend home with him... though it seemed now fate had played a nice little joke on him. He handed it over mutely. "Get on." "With pleasure." Jesse straddle the bike and patted the seat. "Come on, big boy." "Not funny." He grumbled, swinging his leg over and starting up the engine. The humming vibration of the motor wasn't helping the problem either, but at least he didn't live too far away and being hunched over covered everything up. Warm hands slid across his chest and traveled lower, teasingly. "Not—Hey, I can't drive with you doing that!" He snapped. A girlish giggle was his only response, but Alex felt Jesse's fingers dig into his stomach and stay there. The trip home wasn't easy, with Jesse tormenting him and touching him in any way he could. He was almost to shooting his load by the time they pulled up to his apartment building. He slid into his spot, shut off the bike, and pulled off the helmet. Jesse was doing the same, giving him a hungry look Alex hadn't seen before. He turned away before he could get any more violated and nodded his head toward the right. "My place is just over there." He left at almost a sprint, hearing Jesse's clicking heels just as quickly behind him. When he stopped at the door to fumble with the lock, he felt those hands latch onto his ass and squeeze. He didn't say a word. Obviously words didn't sink in when it came to Jesse. The lock clicked and he pushed open the door into the studio apartment. There was a large flat screen on the same wall as the front door, a glass screen on the wall adjacent, and across from the tv a futon was folded out, covers rumpled in the center of it. Jesse had stumbled in and as Alex closed the door, Jesse's fingers were crawling up his shirt. He shuddered at the touch and whipped around, grabbing Jesse by his shoulders and slamming him up into the wall. "My house, my rules." He muttered, voice laced with lust as his pants cinched tighter. Jesse's hands were roaming his stomach again, pressing into the dips and planes of his abdomen. "Go ahead, big boy. Give it to me." He whispered, licking his lips. The fingers that were playing with his pecs dipped down toward the button on his pants, the only thing holding him in. "Cause I'm pretty sure he's dying to meet me." With practiced hands, Jesse had his pants undone and down around his ankles in seconds. The boxers he'd been wearing were black and being stretched to the breaking point as his erection announced itself. "Ooh, hello." Jesse teasingly dragged her fingers against the outlined shaft, giggling when Alex moaned and dug his fingers into Jesse's shoulders. "These boxers just won't do." With another swift motion, those were gone too, curled up on top of Alex's boxers. His manhood jutted out blatantly, about nine inches in length at the very least. Jesse's fingers ran over his bare shaft again, causing bouts of pleasure to race up Alex's spine. "Shall we retire to the bed?" Jesse mewled. Alex didn't respond. He didn't need to. Jesse pressed his palm flat against Alex's chest and pushed him backwards, giving him a second to step out of his clothes. Jesse guided him to the bed and pushed him down into a sitting position. His fingers curled under the hem of his shirt and tugged, tearing it off. Alex sat exposed, legs set wide apart to accommodate Jesse's small frame in between them. Very slowly, and making sure to stare into Alex's eyes, Jesse ran his tongue up Alex's rock-hard erection. Alex's fingers gripped the sheets in tight fists, restraining the groans of pleasure. Jesse reached out and squeezed the base, nails biting in delicately, the pleasure-pain catching at his throat. "Moan for me." Jesse cooed, pressing his lips to his head and parting them just enough to take the bulbous mushroom of flesh into his warm mouth. Alex couldn't stop the moan escaping his lips that time, leaning back and almost tearing holes into the sheets. Slowly, rhythmically, Jesse's mouth bobbed up and down, taking in more and more of the cock into his awaiting lips, slurping and sucking with professional skill. Alex's voice was coming in panted gasps as the sounds of pleasure tore through his throat sporadically. "Oh, God." He groaned, indicating his cock was about to explode. Jesse's lips popped off of his head and looked up, lips glistening wetly. "Give me all you've got, baby. I want it all inside my mouth." His mouth sucked in Alex's head and renewed his efforts, moving faster and tickling his balls with light caresses of his fingernails. Jesse's mouth opened and released a groan of climax, blasting hot strands of liquid into Jesse's hungry mouth. Jesse sucked and swallowed for a good minute, taking every last drop Alex's hard cock had offered. Alex fell back into the sheets but Jesse wasn't done. She swirled her tongue and pressed the tip of her tongue into the tiny hole at the top of his penis, sucking and bobbing. Alex could barely suck in enough air before it would expel out of him in ecstasy. Already his cock was semi hard, and growing by the second. Jesse worked him back up to full capacity before Alex pulled himself back up and grabbed Jesse. He stood, dragging Jesse up with him, and tore off Jesse's leggings, exposing his hard cock and firm ass. He then bent Jesse over roughly and spread his legs. "Oh, fuck yes." Jesse shouted, face almost completely pressed into the bed. One of his hands moved to squeeze his manhood, which was almost as long as Alex's. Alex himself hunkered down and ran his tongue up Jesse's exposed ass, circling the tight hole. Jesse moaned into the blankets and pumped his hand faster. Alex forced his tongue into that puckered ass and swirled around, wetting the entrance with ease. Jesse's every breath sounded strained and excited. Alex pulled back and pressed his index finger onto the clenching hole while Jesse squirmed underneath him, begging him to finger fuck his ass. He pushed into the resisting ass until his finger was in up to the knuckle. Then he slowly pulled out. "Don't stop, fuck my tight ass." Jesse begged, turning his head to be heard. Alex acquiesced. He moved faster and faster with every motion, sending Jesse into a purring lull, screaming for more. Alex slipped his middle finger in as well, stretching the tight opening and stretching pushing his fingers apart, twisting. Jesse moaned hard, biting into the blankets to avoid screaming from pleasure. After a few minutes of that, Alex pulled his finger away and turned Jesse around. Without hesitation, Jesse engulfed his cock in one swallow, pumping and pivoting his head, soaking it in saliva. Groaning at the strain, Alex shoved Jesse off, who dug himself into the bed, jutting out his ass for what was to come. He pressed his cock against the hole, rubbing tantalizingly up and down. Jesse all but cried out for more. Then, with a back thrust from Jesse, Alex's cock forced itself into the tight ass. He grunted loudly with pleasure, and Alex did the same, screaming at him to fuck him. Alex had no problem responding. He pushed forward, slowly thrusting and burying his cock halfway into Jesse's tight ass before pulling back. Jesse whimpered from the absence of Alex's manhood, and Alex began to thrust again, taking it to the hilt. He pounded into Jesse, each stroke faster than the last. They both panted roughly, moans emanating every time Jesse was completely filled. Soon enough, Alex could feel his dick clenching. He fucked faster, breath ratcheting up in pace, coming in short gasps and breathless moans. With one last thrust, he buried himself into Jesse's asshole and came hard, filling him up and pumping until he softened up. Panting, he went to his knees and Jesse rolled over, groaning as his thick cock was cradled in his dextrous fingers. Reaching forward, Alex took Jesse's cock into his hands and ran his fingers up and down the shaft. Jesse groaned and begged for more, crying out for it. Alex pushed Jesse's legs apart and slipped in between them, pumping his fist up and down on the raging erection before lowering his lips to the hot, slick tip. His mouth engulfed the head and Jesse's body arched, pressing his cock into the back of Alex's throat. Alex proceeded to take him in deeper, eventually deep-throating Jesse and engulfing the pulsing dick to the hilt. Jesse's whimpering warning came seconds before hot cum burst forth from the climaxing cock. He latched on and coaxed out every drop, sucking until he felt it soften in his mouth. Then he pulled himself onto the bed and collapsed, thoroughly exhausted. Jesse didn't say a word, just sighed contentedly and snuggled closer to him. Alex sighed but let it go. It wouldn't matter either way, in seconds he slipped into unconsciousness.