3 comments/ 12672 views/ 0 favorites Appointment with a Lover Ch. 01 By: Lovesqueeze This is an original work and as such is protected under the copyright laws of the United States. Please do not duplicate, copy, print, distribute or exchange this piece without the expressed written permission of the author. This work is pure fantasy, and not based on any actual events. My format has changed slightly, as I have written it with the plan of making an audio recording of this erotic story, and that required a style shift. Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated. * It started out as any ordinary day for me, busy at work, but slightly distracted by the need to get away from all of the deadlines and pressures of my job. It was a bright, clear Thursday in early June with temperatures expected in the mid-70s, and I made a mental note to myself to put in a request for some vacation time - and soon. My name is Lauren. I am 32 years old, single, and I work as an Analyst in a small engineering department of a Fortune 500 company in Chicago. I had been at work about 4 hours, researching the resource requirements for a technical project, when my desk phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and recognized the number as belonging to Chuck - a good friend I enjoyed spending time with when we both had the chance. I smiled as I picked up the phone and answered, "Good morning! It's been a while since I've heard from you. What are you up to?" His voice was deep and sexy as he simply said before hanging up, "Lauren, I miss you and I want to see you tonight. Meet me at my place at 8:00 pm and be prepared for some fun. Don't be late." As I hung up my phone, I smiled to myself as I thought of him. Chuck is someone I can always make time for - a friend with perks. We had met at work and became very good friends over a few years, although our relationship did not turn sexual until after he left the company for a better position with another firm, about a year before. We knew about each others' past relationships and were buddies that enjoyed the occasional romp in bed together - without the commitment of being tied down, and there was no jealousy if one of us got involved in a relationship with someone new. The thought of our last encounter came to mind - we had gone out for dinner and clubbing, then my place. It was the first time my balcony had been used for sex (since I lived in the place), and god, it was great! I got some interesting looks from my neighbors the next few days after that, but it was a good time. I guess he knew I needed a little distraction and the chance for some 'me' time. We had been exchanging e-mails, since he had been recently traveling with his job. He was the construction manager for a series of malls going up throughout the US, and he had recently been spending a lot of time going from Chicago to Atlanta, New York, and Albuquerque to oversee multiple projects. He had told me the general timeframe when he would be home next, so I was pleasantly surprised to see he'd made it back a few days earlier than he was scheduled - progress on the sites must be going better than expected. He knew just how to get to me, too - by calling me close to noon, it would leave me wondering the rest of the day what he had planned - enough of a diversion to keep me off kilter just a bit for the last half of my afternoon. But instead of letting my mind wander about Chuck and his plans, it fueled me to concentrate on my immediate task. I skipped lunch, knowing if I finished my reports, I could leave early. If I daydreamed too long I'd never make it there on time, so I made a quick call to set up an appointment for a manicure later that afternoon, put up my Do Not Disturb sign and got back to work. By 3:00, I had finished all of my required bi-monthly spreadsheets and charts and turned them in. Mike, my boss, did a quick review of the status reports and updated projections and we had a short meeting regarding the presentation we had to do the following week. Mike and I made a good team - he knew he could count on me to get the job done and was impressed with the work I turned in. We were both pretty driven, and a good match when projects came up. "Mike, since I'm done with the required reports, would you mind if I left a little early?" I asked, knowing he wouldn't say no. He replied, "Well, since I'm headed out the door anyway for a 'late meeting' on the golf course, I guess I can't say no. Go ahead...As a matter of fact, since everything is done on this until the meetings next week, go ahead and take tomorrow off too. You've been putting in a lot of hours on this and I appreciate it. Go have some fun." Hmmm, an unexpected 3-day weekend starting off with a special date, I thought to myself. It couldn't get much better in my book, so I smiled, said thanks and waved goodbye. "See you on Monday, Mike - have a great weekend!" As I walked out of the building to my car, I wondered what Chuck could possibly have in mind for me. He was an attentive lover, so I knew the evening would be perfect. I got into my new Toyota 4 Runner and headed off to my manicure appointment. The car was a present to myself after a promotion I received a few months before. I had special-ordered it and picked it up a few weeks ago. I enjoy outdoor activities and wanted a vehicle to accommodate those whims. Chuck hadn't seen it yet, other than in a picture sent through an e-mail, so I was especially excited to show him my new wheels. It was a deep blue 4-wheel drive with all the bells and whistles, that I researched endlessly before I finally signed on the dotted line - one of the drawbacks of being an analyst - EVERYTHING gets scrutinized to the last detail. I got to the salon and asked for the whole works - a French manicure to show off my long nails, a paraffin wax to make my hands extremely soft, and got a quick trim to my blonde shoulder-length hair to shape up my style a little, as I was going to schedule that in the next couple of weeks anyway. As I was attended to, the stress of my busy day began to melt away and I really began to relax. I enjoyed being pampered and emerged from the salon energized and looking forward to the evening ahead. It was about 5:00, and as I headed home, my thoughts turned to Chuck. He was a handsome man, 34 years old, about 6'3", 195 lbs with short black hair (a product of a military background), usually clean-shaven, and deep piercing brown eyes. He worked out regularly, and looked as good in jeans and a t-shirt, as he did in a suit. He had a quiet and reserved manner, a quick and intelligent mind, and was a great conversationalist with a good sense of humor. His exterior was tough to crack, but once it happened, he was your friend for life and he would trust implicitly. We had similar work-ethics, and a tendency to get a little too involved in our jobs - we love the thrill of sinking our teeth into new projects and seeing them through. It was probably why our romantic relationships never seemed to quite work out with others and a direct cause of why our friendship continued to stay strong. I pulled into the parking garage of my apartment building - I lease a 12th floor loft apartment in downtown Chicago, close to the University of Illinois. I greeted the doorman with a cheery wave as I entered the elevator to go upstairs, my mind occupied on what I would wear that evening. As I got to my door, there had been a package left outside - a long box, tied with a blue ribbon. I pulled the card out of the box, and it said "To tonight - I can't wait to see you. Chuck". Inside the box were a dozen beautiful long stemmed roses - 6 white and 6 yellow (my favorite combination). I took the box inside, arranged the roses in a crystal vase, and went to draw a hot, luxurious bubble bath for myself. As my bath was running, I packed a small overnight bag with comfortable clothes for the next few days. Chuck lived about an hour away, and he didn't like the idea of me driving alone after dark so I normally spent the night when we got together - and he didn't know that I had the next day off, so I hoped he would be pleasantly surprised. I focused on selecting an outfit for the evening, and selected a fitted, sapphire blue sleeveless cocktail-length dress with a deep V-neck and back that accentuated my long legs and slender waist. I selected a matching bra, panty, and garter set I had purchased a couple of weeks before - black satin with red embroidery. The bra was enough to support my C cup breasts, showing off my cleavage just right, the matching panty was bikini style with 3 string ties on each side, with a matching garter belt. Chuck loved garters and thigh high stockings, and I had a nude pair that accentuated the healthy sun-kissed glow of my skin. I finished the outfit off with a pair of black high heeled sandals and my favorite silver necklace and earrings. I normally dressed casually for work, so it was a treat to get dressed up a little and look special. I knew there would be a candlelit dinner waiting for me, so the outfit I had selected would be completely appropriate. With my outfit selected, I got out of my work clothes and ready for my bath. As I undressed, I studied myself in the mirror. Not perfect by any means (I don't believe there is such a thing), but nice to look at. I'm about 5'8", 145 lbs. I've given up on ever seeing anything less than a size 10 or 12, and I'm okay with that. I've never had a model-thin type body and I'm comfortable with my looks. I consider myself to be attractive, and I've never had any complaints. Golden blonde hair with a few darker streaks, blue eyes, and fair skin with a healthy looking glow. My breasts are full and perky with light pink areolas and thick nipples, and I'm proportioned well between my bust, waist, hips, thighs, and ass. I love my legs and enjoy wearing outfits to show them off. "Not a bad package," I said to the reflection as I finished undressing and slid into my hot bath. The water felt great as the final touch to my afternoon of pampering. I had added a touch of bath oil to the water, and it felt wonderful to run my hands over my arms, legs, shoulders, and breasts as my skin drank up the moisture, turning silky smooth. I touched up with the razor where I needed it - I keep myself shaved around my pussy lips with just a small patch of blonde hair on my mons, above my labia. After shaving, I ran my fingers lightly along the sides of my labia and inner lips, slippery from the soap, and stroked my pussy lightly in anticipation of what was to come later in the evening. It was exciting to feel the soft, smooth wet lips under my fingertips, the bare skin tingling under my touch and I lightly squeezed each of my breasts with my left hand and rolled my hardening nipples between my fingers. I did not stroke myself to a climax, as I was saving that for Chuck. It had been two months since we had seen each other, and I wanted him to have it all. As the water started to cool, I stepped out of the tub and proceeded to dry off and rubbed lotion all over, my skin tingling from the bath and my sensitivity heightened from the expectation of things to come. I finished my prepping by putting on my make-up and a light touch of Casmir - my favorite perfume. By this time, it was about 6:30 and I needed to get going. I slipped on my undergarments slowly, enjoying how the silky fabric felt against my soft skin, slid my stockings up each leg, and hooked the garters. I put my jewelry on, then the dress, followed by the shoes. I checked the look in the mirror and was very satisfied with the pretty reflection that stared back at me. Knowing he would be pleased, I gathered my overnight bag and purse and headed back down to the parking garage. I turned a few heads on the elevator, and was greeted with a lustful stare from the doorman on my way out, although he tried his best to hide it. I answered his look with a seductive smile and headed to my car. I got out on the I-90 West toward Algonquin, where Chuck owned a home on about ten acres. Chuck lived about an hour northwest of Chicago, and I enjoyed the drive to his house. The evening rush-hour was over, so the drive was peaceful and relaxed. I wasn't really in the mood for what was on the radio, and I enjoy listening to erotic audio stories. I had a couple of new CD's that had just arrived that week, so I loaded one into the CD player, letting the stories unfold as I drove. The soothing cadence of an erotic story, read aloud by a sultry female voice or a man's deep resonate tone, with a great selection of background music and erotic sounds made the drive pass like it was nothing. I was already looking forward to seeing Chuck, and the audio stories made my anticipation even more intense, making my pussy slightly moist before I even got there. I made the drive in a little less than an hour, so I was a bit early. When I pulled into his driveway, he saw the car from the window and was out to greet me before I even put it in park. He was standing there in a pair of khaki dress pants and a burgundy button down shirt. His rugged, handsome looks were classic, as he opened my door and held out his hand to help me out. "You look beautiful, Lauren!" he exclaimed and went on to say, "I've missed you the last couple of months!", and he pulled me into a hug that enveloped every inch of me and leaned down to give me a soft warm kiss, his subtle, rugged cologne wafting to my nose. After he pulled away, I told him, "I've missed you too. E-mails are great, but this is so much better!" I got a good look at him, and was surprised that the usually clean-shaven face was sporting a very handsome mustache and trimmed beard, and his hair was a little longer than I was used to seeing, and he looked terrific. I touched his cheek with the back of my hand to feel what I thought to be a 4 or 5 day growth of hair (the point where it's really soft). "I love the beard," I told him, "When did you decide to do this?" He smiled a little, replying "I just thought I'd try it. I seem to remember you saying something one time that you thought facial hair was sexy. I started it a few days ago." I laughed as I remembered the conversation in which I had said that. "It looks great - you look like a young, dashing Sean Connery." I stroked it with the palm of my hand and gave him another quick kiss, liking the change he'd made. He opened the back door and got my overnight bag out of the car and gave my new toy a good once-over, as he always did whenever I purchased something big. He offered his approval of my selection and said he'd give it a test drive later. "So, what time do you have to be out of here tomorrow to get back to work?" he asked. I shot him a big grin and replied, "Mike gave me tomorrow off. I got a surprise 3-day weekend! Are you ready for a houseguest?" He picked me up in a hug so strong that my feet left the ground. "That's awesome - I was hoping for that. I don't go back to Atlanta until Wednesday next week." he said excitedly. As we walked into his house, we chit-chatted about what had been going on since we had seen each other last to catch up with the stuff we missed through e-mail. I stepped into the foyer and made my way through the comfortable living room while he took my bag up to his room. I loved his house and enjoyed spending time there. He had a large, rustic cabin with four bedrooms and an office, a huge kitchen with a sitting area and a see-through fireplace to the living room. There was a wraparound deck off of the sitting area in the kitchen that had a great view of the acreage and the woods behind the house. It was just so different from the hustle of downtown Chicago that I saw every day and it was a great place to get away to. Chuck came back into the kitchen as I was admiring the view, and without saying a word, poured me a glass of my favorite wine. He came up behind me, wrapped one of his arms around my waist and handed me the wine with the other. He gave me a quick hug and a soft kiss in the nape of my neck. "Mmmm, you smell delicious - I love that scent on you," he said softly. "I'm so glad you're here. I'm sorry I didn't speak to you longer on the phone, but I wanted to get everything ready for your arrival." I laughed, "What would you have done if I hadn't shown up?" I was teasing him and he knew it. He slipped away to get dinner on the table, and said, "I figured if you had any doubts, the roses would be a clincher." He laughed and his eye twinkled mischievously. As he walked into the dining room, he called out, "Are you hungry, Lauren?" "Starved", I replied, "I skipped lunch to get my reports done so I could leave early. Your phone call gave me the energy boost I needed to concentrate. I was out by a little after 3:00." He smiled, knowing I had made a special effort for him. I followed him to the dining room - true to form with the makings of a quiet, intimate candlelit dinner, and sat down when he held out my chair. Another arrangement of a dozen white and yellow roses adorned the table, with a blue bow around the vase. He had been busy too, and I appreciated the gesture. Chuck was a great cook, and tonight was no exception. We enjoyed a light meal of salad and grilled chicken over fettuccine with a couple more glasses of wine, and some soft jazz playing in the background. Good friends, good food, and good conversation - the evening was perfect. I could only imagine how he would top it off. Whatever his plan, I knew I was in for a very pleasurable evening. When we were done with dinner, he ushered me into the living room and told me to make myself comfortable. He refilled my wine glass before returning to the dining room to clear the table. I settled into one of his big, comfy leather chairs, rested my head back slightly and closed my eyes, enjoying the soft music and relaxing from head to toe. "I love being here," I said in the direction of the kitchen, "it's so peaceful and stress-free." He had come up behind me without me knowing it, and laid his strong hands softly on my shoulders. As he lightly rubbed and squeezed my shoulders, he whispered in my ear, "I know - it's so much better than living out of a hotel room," leaving a soft kiss on my earlobe. The living room was illuminated by candles, and a soft breeze was coming through the open windows, the warm summer air adding to the mood. His CD collection seemed endless, and he had made the perfect selection of continuous music. He came around to the front of the chair I was sitting in and held his hand out in an invitation to dance. I allowed him to pull me up out of the chair and draw me close to him as we began slowly moving to the rhythm of the music. His strong arms wrapped around me and even with my high heels, I was a good 4 inches shorter than he was. He gave my dressy outfit a long look and asked, "Do you want to go out someplace? Seems a waste that I'm the only one that gets to see you looking this beautiful..." I pulled his face closer to mine and silenced him with a tender kiss. "No, you told me to come here prepared for some fun and I did that. This outfit is all for you, and we can go out another time." It seemed to be the only invitation he needed, and he proceeded with his seduction of me. He continued the rhythmic movement of our dance, and bent his head down, putting his lips on mine. His tongue slipped easily into my mouth to touch mine and his arms swallowed me up as we shared an eternity of intimate kisses. His mouth left mine and I sighed deeply, as his soft warm lips found my neck and his kisses were like feather touches on the most sensitive spots on my neck and throat. My hands were around the back of his neck and my fingers entwined themselves into his hair, tugging gently when his lips or tongue met with a delicate part of my skin, sending jolts of desire through my body. He held me with his right arm around my waist, and his left hand roaming over my body, lightly touching my right breast, then down my waist and hip, then rubbing his hand over my round ass cheeks. Encouraged by the soft moans of arousal escaping from my throat, he moved his lips back up to mine and kissed me with greater passion. I knew this was only the tip of the iceberg, as I returned his kisses with enthusiasm, my excitement growing with each hot touch of his lips. Appointment with a Lover Ch. 02 This is an original work and as such is protected under the copyright laws of the United States. Please do not duplicate, copy, print, distribute or exchange this piece without the expressed written permission of the author. This work is pure fantasy, and not based on any actual events. My format has changed slightly, as I have written it with the plan of making an audio recording of this erotic story, and that required a style shift. Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated. ***** He broke the kiss, scooped me up in his arms and carried me through the house upstairs to his room, which was also lit up with a few candles appropriately placed and the soft music from downstairs piped into the speakers in his bedroom. The aroma of the lightly scented candles, mixed with my perfume and his cologne, and the slight heady scent of sex filled the room. It was so erotic. He set me down and I started slowly unbuttoning his shirt as I kissed his neck and lightly ran my tongue over each spot that had just been brushed by my lips. He started protesting, but I looked in his eyes and placed one finger to his lips, "Ssshhhh," I whispered, "I have no intention of ruining your plans for me. I just want to feel this body of yours." I untucked his shirt from his pants to access the last couple of buttons. With the last button undone, I put my hands inside his shirt on his broad shoulders and gave him a taste of his own medicine – I slowly ran my hands down his muscular chest, slightly dampened with sweat, using the same silky, light touches he had given me. I managed to push the shirt off his shoulders and down off his arms, stripping his torso bare and tossing the shirt on the floor. With full access to his chest, I moved my kisses further down his neck and kept my hands lightly roaming across his shoulders and arms, and occasionally flicking his nipples with my fingers or my tongue. I playfully ran my long fingertips down his sides and across his bare stomach, causing him to flinch a little as my fingernails tickled his skin. I rubbed my right hand along the waistband of his pants, and moved it down to feel his hard, stiff rod, his thick 8 inch cock straining to be released. I pressed my hand against it, looking up and giving him my most seductive smile and started to move my body down to get closer to his hot cock. He grabbed my hand away from his crotch, pulling me back up to a standing position. He growled at me a little, trying his best to act angry, but knowing it wasn't working. "Later," he said, "this is your night, remember?" He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up again, gently laying me down on his king-size bed, and leaving enough room so that he could sit down next to me after kicking off his shoes. He brushed my hair away from my face with the back of his hand as he softly touched my cheek. "I want more," I told him, as he grinned devilishly at me. "Oh, you'll get more, babe – that was just the beginning," he teased me in his sexy, deep voice and leaning down to brush my lips with a warm kiss. I had succeeded in distracting him only slightly from his plans for me, and his focus became clear as he took another long look at my lingerie-clad body lying there in front of him. "Well, I guess turnabout is fair play. I want to see the rest of this body," he said as he focused again on his mission of pleasuring me. His hands were hot as he rubbed my arms and shoulders, bringing them together at my neck and moving them down towards my breasts. His large hands fit my C-cup breasts perfectly and he squeezed them both and teased my nipples through my bra. His fingers moved to the front clasp of my bra and he unhooked it easily, pulled the fabric away to reveal my full, creamy breasts. As he admired them, he rubbed my bare tits with his hands and teased the thick, meaty nipples with his fingers. "Beautiful..." he whispered as he leaned his head down to take the left nipple in his mouth, still massaging them both in his hands. He flicked his tongue around my nipple before sucking it, and then released it to pay attention to the right one. The combination of his tongue, mouth and hands on my breasts sent jolts of electricity through my entire body. He enjoyed listening to me moan and sigh when he hit a particularly sensitive spot, and he took that as a cue to continue torturing me in this manner for what seemed like hours to me. "Yes, Chuck – that feels so good. I love your mouth on my nipples. Ooohhhhhhhh, god, yes..." I could feel the heat in my pussy building again and my hips unconsciously writhing slowly in desire. He shifted his position so that he lying on his left side next to me, and moved his right hand down past my waist and garter belt and used two fingers to rub my pussy through my panties, soaked with juices from my previous orgasm. His mouth left my breast, as he moved down the bed to get a closer look at what he really wanted to tease. As he got closer to my pussy, he saw that he could remove my panties without having to undo my garters – the strings on each side were tied and provided easy access with a simple pull of a string. Unfortunately for him there were 6, and he couldn't untie them fast enough. Chuck cursed in exasperation as he untied the last string, and I laughed at him. "I did that on purpose," I said to him. He smiled and rolled his eyes at me in mock annoyance. "That's okay," he replied, "I got it, but thanks a lot for the help! Next time, pick out something that requires less work!" "Oh no," was my mischievous retort, laughing at him again, "Getting there is half the fun!" He groaned with frustration as he managed to free me from the panties and threw them on the floor with a triumphant flourish and a big grin. He got up and moved to the foot of the bed. Standing at my feet, running both of his hands up my legs at the same time and back down, with a slight pressure as he rubbed my legs. He knew I was anticipating his touch, and he was doing everything he could to prolong the agony. When he reached my feet with his hands, he grabbed my ankles and surprised me by pulling me down the bed so that my ass was barely touching the mattress, and rested my legs on his shoulders. "And just what do you think you're doing, sir?" I asked curiously, raising myself up on my elbows. He laughed softly, not answering me. He knelt down at the foot of the bed and gently pushed my legs apart and moved closer to inspect my most secret spot. He rested his hands on my hips and kissed his way up my left thigh, across my mons, and lightly flicking his tongue around my trimmed patch of hair, and then kissing down my right thigh to my knee. "Mmmmmm, this feels nice," he mumbled into my thigh. His hands moved to the back of my thighs and pushed my legs up and together at the knee, giving him a most delicious view of my hot, wet snatch. He took my hands in his and pulled them down to hold my legs in the position he had moved them to and he softly traced the outline of my pussy with a single finger, as I drew in my breath at his touch and moaned as I laid back on the bed. His finger slipped along my labia easily because of my pussy juices, and he explored my inner lips, intentionally avoiding my clit. I could only whimper softly as he rubbed my wet lips with his finger, and gasped with pleasure as he effortlessly inserted it into my vagina and then slowly pulled it out again. "Ohhhh, yes..." I sighed, enjoying the attention I was receiving. With his finger easing in and out of my cunt, I felt his tongue flicker there as he teased my pussy with his mouth. A second finger joined the first, working in and out of my wet hole and his tongue briefly made contact with my hard clit, fully out from under its hood by now. I moaned in ecstasy and raised my hips slightly to match his every move. He removed his fingers from my pussy and replaced my hands with his own on the back of my thighs and spread my legs just a little and pushing my ass up slightly - giving his tongue and mouth full access to my waiting pussy. He leaned his head in close, breathing in the smell of my sex. He teased me at first, running his tongue along my outer lips and barely touching my clit, then from my tight asshole up through my inner lips and flicking my clit with a little more insistence, repeating the pattern again and again. I was semi-reclined, supported by my elbows again, watching as he pleasured my pussy with his mouth and tongue. "Mmmmm, that feels great, Chuck. Your tongue feels so good on my lips and clit. You like it?" His response was a low moan as he closed his mouth around my clit, sucking it with more determination. "Heaven," he mumbled, and he ran his tongue again up and down my wet slit, "I want to make you cum." I moved my right arm so that it was no longer restrained by my bra strap and ran my hand down to his hair as he licked and sucked my most sensitive spots, gently tugging at his locks to increase the pressure he was using on my pussy. My hips writhed involuntarily with the rhythm of his mouth, and I could only moan and whimper with pleasure as he continued. It was so hot to watch him between my legs, my body sensitive with wanton lust for his touch, and his complete willingness to give it. Using his tongue like a cock, he inserted it into my cunt and fucked me with his tongue, still holding my ass cheeks with his hands. He knew I was close to cumming, and he flattened his tongue and ran it from my vagina all the way up to my clit over and over, as my hips were squirming against his face. He took my clit in his mouth, sucking it and at the same time, he moved one of his hands slightly so he could insert his fingers again into my hot cunt. The combination of Chuck sucking on my clit and finger-fucking me was too much to bear and my one elbow no longer supported me. I fell back, both hands on his head guiding him and increasing the pressure against my pussy with his mouth and hands. A powerful orgasm overtook me and I screamed out, "God, yes! Fuck me! Suck my clit! Ooooohhhh, yes! Fuck me harder, Chuck!" He took his cue from me and quickened the pace of his finger-fucking and kept my clit firmly in his mouth and rode out the orgasm that shook my entire body. "That's it baby, cum for me," he commanded as best he could with his mouth over my clit, groaning as he felt my juices coat his insistent fingers. "Mmmmm, Lauren....come on baby....yeah, that's it," he coaxed, keeping his fingers inserted into my vagina until I stopped shaking, my pussy walls squeezing them tight with each aftershock that passed through me. "Aaahhhhh... feels sooo good," I moaned, my hips matching his every move, writhing with passion. As my orgasm subsided, he released my clit from his mouth and let his tongue slide down my pussy to take in my juices. He slowly removed his fingers from my pussy, continuing to stroke my skin as I recovered from his delicious tongue-lashing. "Mmmmm," he said in appreciation as he moved up next to me again and gave me a long, slow passionate kiss, letting me taste my juices on his lips and face, the aroma and the after effects of my orgasm leaving me weak. I curled up into his arms, as he held me and kissed me gently. He spoke softly and said, "Don't get too comfortable, baby – we're not even close to being done yet." I laughed softly as I snuggled into him. I knew we weren't, I just needed to catch my breath before the fun began again. He gave me a devilish grin and pulled me in close for some warm tender kisses. Wanting more, I wiggled out of his grip and moved off the bed, using the break in the action to adjust the remaining clothing I had on. As the bra came off, Chuck instructed me to walk across the room, so he could get a good look at me in just my garter belt, stockings, and high heels. "You look so hot, Lauren. You're beautiful." he said to me as he looked me over up and down with approval, as I modeled for him. "Well, as you said, we're not done yet. Now it's my turn..." I said seductively as I moved closer to the bed where he laid. Looking at his half naked body, I saw his hardening cock swelling against his pants. "This just is not acceptable. These (pointing to his pants) must come off!" I said in the most offended tone I could muster, considering the incredible orgasm I had just experienced. He laughed at me, and started to move his hands down to unfasten the button. "Oh no, please allow me..." I said softly as I moved onto the bed next to him. I gently raked the tips of my fingernails down his slightly sweaty chest, causing him to jerk from the unexpected feather touch. I knelt on the bed close to his hips and moved my hands to the button of his pants. I unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down, his cock still straining against his boxers. I teased him by running my soft hand up and down the length of his shaft and squeezing it ever so slightly through the material, smiling at him as he groaned in anticipation. I stood up on the floor so I could slide his pants down his legs slowly, leaving the boxers in place and every inch of skin that became exposed was touched by my soft manicured hands and nails. His pants came off and he was at my mercy now. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, enjoying my touch and the attention he was getting. His cock was fully hard and thick, the tip of his 8 inches peeking out from the material that still held it hostage. I rubbed his shaft with my hand and cupped his balls, as I positioned myself to carry out my pleasure mission. I slipped my hand inside his boxers, squeezing and stroking his pole, and bending down to give the very tip a wet kiss and a flick of my tongue to get the drop of pre-cum that had formed at the slit. "Mmmmmm," he moaned as he felt my tongue on the sensitive head of his cock. I moved my hands to his hips again and gently pulled his boxers over his rod and down his legs, until they hit the floor. His legs were spread apart enough for me to fit in between them. I moved up his legs, stroking them with my hands. As I got closer to his cock, the need to be a tease took over. I softly ran a manicured finger down the length of his shaft on one side and around his heavy sac and back up the other side, then repeating the same motion down the underside of his rod and then back up the front, and repeating the whole process over again and again. I closed my hand around his thick cock and squeezed as I stroked the length of it, cupping his balls in my other hand with a light bit of pressure. He moaned, "God that feels so good. I love your hands on my cock." I continued stroking his shaft with one hand and massaging his sac with the other, my moves slow and deliberate, alternating which hand was doing what, and then using both hands to stroke his cock at the same time, as he moaned loudly, knowing it was his turn to be pleasurably tortured a little and accepting his fate. I knelt between his legs, and moved up slightly to encircle his cock between my breasts after my nipples softly brushed against his inner thighs. With one hand on each breast, I enclosed his cock between my cleavage and rubbed my breasts up and down his rod, taking the time to give the head a little flick with my tongue when it poked up between my breasts, enjoying the soft moans of desire that escaped from him with each light lick. After a couple minutes of teasing him with my tits, I decided it was time for some mutual pleasure and I was ready to get my mouth wrapped around his thick rod. He lay there with his eyes closed, and as I continued to stroke him with my hand, I moved in to close my hot mouth around his sac, gently drawing one testicle into my mouth and nuzzling it, and lightly running my tongue around it and then moved to the other one, repeating the actions with my mouth and tongue. He drew in his breath and let out a low groan of ecstasy. "Oh baby," he growled huskily as I moved my mouth to his shaft and slowly ran the very tip of my tongue up the front of his pole to the head. I gripped his cock firmly in one hand as I paid attention to the deep red, swollen head, my lips and tongue circling it as if I were enjoying an ice cream cone, then licking it with the flat of my tongue like a lollipop with an occasional flicker of just the tip of my tongue on his slit. "You fucking tease," he moaned, "feels so awesome, Oohhhhhhhh God," his voice trailing off into nothing. I continued teasing him with the different textures of my tongue and the pressures of my mouth, until I finally closed my lips around the full head and sucked gently, my teeth softly raking against the nerve at the joining of the head and shaft. Not so much pressure to hurt, but enough to let him know I was the one in control for the moment. His hips jerked a little as I continued pleasuring the head of his cock with my mouth, as I shifted slightly so I could position myself for my next move. I slowly moved my mouth up and down just on the head, then taking a little bit more of his cock in my mouth with each stroke. I knelt between his legs with my mouth over his cock and my hands on his hips to brace myself, pushing my lips past the head and slowly taking the entire length of him into my hot, wet mouth and moving my head up and down on his thick shaft, and applying the perfect balance of suction and pressure. "Aaaaaahhhhhh, fuck!" he yelled out, raising himself up to his elbows for his turn to watch me. "That feels so damn good! Oh, God, I've missed your mouth, Lauren. Ahh, yes – suck my cock!" As I got my rhythm going, moving up and down the full length of his shaft, I moved a hand between his legs to stroke the very sensitive spot between his sac and his asshole, ever so lightly with my fingernail, causing him to squirm with pleasure and moan loudly. He loved it when I would deep-throat him – it was one of the things that made me a great cock-sucker, and he started grinding his hips slowly to match my pace. As I sucked him, my breasts were pressing against his legs, and my sensitive nipples would brush his thighs as I moved, causing my desire to rise and I increased my speed slightly, as well as the pressure of my mouth on his cock, fucking it with my mouth. I looked up at him and locked my eyes with his as I sucked him and watched the ecstasy on his face as I continued. "Mmmmm," I moaned as I came up for air and released his cock from my mouth, replacing it with my hand as I continued stroking him with the same rhythm. "Very nice," I purred as he laid back on the bed. "You do that so well," he said softly, running his hands through my hair. I gave him a sexy smile and whispered, "Oh, I'm not done yet. Just wait..." He protested a little, "I want to fuck you..." he pleaded. "Oh, you'll get your chance," I replied, "but not until I've teased you a little more. Fair is fair..." I let my voice trail off as he groaned with frustration. I lowered my mouth on his cock once more, taking his entire shaft slowly and massaging his heavy sac with my soft hands. As I raised and lowered my mouth on his long thick rod, his hips began to gyrate slowly as he moved his hands to cradle the back of my head and used them to gently guide me up and down his shaft, but still letting me set the pace. I knew the head of his cock was extra-sensitive at this point, so I concentrated my mouth on the large purple head, while my hands stroked his shaft at the base and his balls. Involuntary moans of desire escaped from both of us as I pleasured him with my mouth and hands. I could feel the head swell slightly and knew he was close to cumming. Amazed at his self-control up to this point, but I wanted it – I loved to feel his orgasm and take it all with my tongue and lips. I increased the speed of the strokes with my hand, and let two fingers rest on his "spot"" between his testicles and his ass. He groaned as I applied a slight bit of pressure to that spot as the head of his cock went in and out of my mouth, really working his sensitive nerve. "Ohhhhhhh, god baby...yeah, that's great..." he moaned as I continued to work his cock with my mouth.