0 comments/ 20265 views/ 2 favorites Brief Encounter By: VPDrifter The tube train lurched to a stop in the tunnel and the lights went out, pitching the carriage into darkness. The more seasoned commuters sighed their dissatisfaction when the driver announced that there would be a ten-minute delay, until the power could be restored. She felt a hand rest against her waist; at first she thought nothing of it, then a slight squeeze. There was no doubt about it, the hand had been put there purposely and as it moved down over her thigh, she sensed it was unmistakably a man's hand. She caught her breath, what was she to do... make a scene or wait... wait to see what he would do... curiosity taking her over, her submissive side coming to the fore. His hand moved lower and lower down her leg till it reached the hem of her skirt. She felt his hand move back up her leg, this time under her skirt, over her nylon clad thighs. His hand moving over the lacy tops of her hold ups before tenderly stroking the smooth flesh on the inside of her thigh, wanting him to go further, luxuriating in his touch. She found herself shifting her legs apart, her basic animal instinct winning the battle over her sense of outrage. Wanting him to continue, conscious that the lights could go on at any minute and illuminate their indiscretion. The fear of being caught was sending a surge of excitement through her and she felt herself emit a soft groan. She knew she would let him do anything to her he wanted and for a moment the thought raced through her mind that she didn't know who he was or what he looked like. Turning around and looking, would be futile, such was the darkness. She felt a trickle of her pussy juice escape from her and roll slowly down her thigh, moving to his teasing fingers, her body giving away her innermost thoughts and as if he was waiting for a signal, his hand moved upwards, sliding two fingers inside her. Easily parting her pussy lips, moving inside her, eased by her excitement. She bit her lip, stifling the urge to cry out and bent forward slightly, arching her back, her mind running riot. She felt his fingers plunge into her, forefinger and middle finger splayed and moving over her g-spot. She felt him plunge his fingers into her, feeling the roughness of him push his way into her, feeling herself stretching to accommodate him. Feeling her pleasure increase, building in the dark confines of the carriage. She was being finger fucked by a stranger and she was enjoying the pleasure so much, she let him do with her, as he wanted. His thumb moving over her anus, stimulating those sensitive nerves surrounding her hole. As she approached orgasm, she felt his fingers withdraw. Struggling to stop her groan of frustration, she felt a new sensation. Surely not, she thought... She felt his cock slide into her. She wanted to scream out her pleasure, as he pushed inside her. The smell of sex was in the air. Surely the other passengers smelt it and surely they must sense the movements and hear the sexual noises. She really didn't care and pushed back onto him, being fucked hard in front of their blind audience, holding onto the straps as his cock pounded her pussy, not caring, just feeling herself build to climax. Feeling him slide effortlessly in and out of her, as her juices oiled the way. His cock engorged with a primitive lust for her, as she enjoyed every inch, every vein, every thrust. She sensed that he wasn’t wearing a condom and for a brief moment worried about the consequences, but such was her need for instant satisfaction, she put the thought to the back of her mind and pushed back even harder on him, feeling his balls bang against her, feeling his hands around her waist to steady her As her orgasm surged through her body, she sensed a warmth flow into her. He had ejaculated, spent his seed inside her and then withdrew... She felt her skirt drop and then nothing. The lights came on and she looked around. Nobody was near her and nobody made eye contact, it was as though nothing had happened. The train started up and continued its journey. A smile played on her face. She caught her reflection in the mirror. Nobody would have guessed the activity she had just been engaged in other than a flushed face and that unmistakable glow... and the trickling of his sperm seeping down her legs... Brief Encounter I had booked a cabin on the beach, which was a short walk to a very nice restaurant. I arrived at 7.15pm and after unpacking I walked down to the water for a swim followed by a lazy lay down to soak up the last of the suns hot rays. It was a beautiful summers' night. The sun was setting and there was a gentle warm breeze blowing through my hair and over my body. There were a few families sharing the beach and I watched them laughing and playing. A pang of guilt hit me for an infinitesimal moment but quickly passed, as I thought about my own family at home with my sister. I was here, I was free and I hadn't any hassles. Life was OK. Me, me, me, it was a good feeling, nothing but sun, sand and surf. I hadn't noticed before, being so engrossed in myself, but I suddenly felt as if I was not alone. I turned slightly, out of the corner of my eye I saw a man. Tall, very dark and well built. His hair was bleached a dirty blonde colour and had a wild unkempt look, very sexy. He walked with a lazy gait, confidence oozing from him. Not wanting him to see I was staring I turned back to watch the sun sink slowly behind the vast ocean, but I could still see him in the corner of my eye. He came towards me. I looked back and was struck by the most stunning, deep blue, vibrant eyes I had ever seen. He smiled as he walked past, stopping for the briefest moment to make eye contact, then walked on by. Instantly I felt as if I was drowning, my heart doing somersaults, my stomach full of butterflies. He had a very dizzying effect on me. I left the beach and went back to my cabin. I showered , dressed, and got ready for tea. I applied some make-up, and perfume, giving myself a quick once over in the mirror. At 40 I was still in pretty good shape, my blonde hair was layered and sat on my shoulders. One final look in the mirror told me I was looking my best in my short red dress with the low cut back, so I set off for the restaurant. I was shown to my seat and told the waiter would be over shortly for my order. Some waiter, it was him, the man from the beach. He looked even better in his suit and bow tie. Our eyes met, locked onto each other. I was sure he was reading my thoughts. Again he smiled at me as he wrote down my order. I felt drawn to him like a magnet. God, he was attractive. I started to fantasize about kissing those strong lips. Each time he brought me a drink we made a connection and my fantasy was kept going for hours. He would brush his body against me while he poured my drink, causing me to shiver. It was driving me mad and I was really horny. As I left the restaurant he handed me a piece of paper. Once outside I read the message It said "Beach, Midnight" and I immediately felt my temperature rising...my face flushed with anticipation. As it was close to the time I went for a walk along the beach to cool down. I lay down to watch the stars. The waves lapped gently at the waters' edge. I let my surroundings wash over me, relaxing, mesmerized by the events of the night, waiting. He walked towards me, stopping right in front of me. He looked into my eyes and smiled. I started to speak, but he put his finger to his mouth to silence me. He reached for my hand and pulled me gently to my feet. He beckoned for me to follow him. I obeyed: I was in a trance, hypnotized. We went to his cabin and once inside I started to talk, but he silenced me as his mouth swooped on mine for possession. He stood behind me and I could feel his breath on my neck, causing me to break into goose bumps. I showed no resistance as he put his arms around me and began to circle my nipples. He nibbled on my ears before turning me towards him. His hands continuing to reveal the warm curvaceous swell of my breasts, causing my nipples to harden against the soft fabric of my blouse. A shudder of fierce pleasure destroying any resistance as his dark head bent and his mouth descended on the shadowy cleft between my breasts. His tongue wrote moist, burning messages of desire against my flesh, igniting a thousand, aching fires inside me. He gathered me up and led me towards a door, leading into an adjoining bedroom. He dealt swiftly, competently, with removing my clothes, stopping momentarily to drink in my lingerie; the last barrier between what we both knew was to come. He knelt over me, his mouth moving slowly, lingeringly over my throat, breast, down over my ribcage, my stomach. His tongue was erotic, tormenting. I was half-senseless with an urgent need for fulfillment. My mind was spinning as he took my hand and guided it to his crotch to caress and touch him. I hesitated for a moment so he reassured me, kissed me, encouraged me. He unzipped his fly and took out his cock. It was beautiful. His hand moved slowly up my leg until he found my pussy. He parted my legs, teasing me with feather light caresses, not quite, but almost touching. I moaned as his caresses continued. His hand over mine on his cock was urging me to pleasure him. His breathing became laboured. He rubbed on my cunt, seeking and finding my wetness. We changed positions so he was beneath me with his tongue on my now hard, SWOLLEN clit. I moved my fingers up and down his rock hard cock. I kissed and licked his shaft, tasting the salty flavour of his body. His fingers entered my opening and I felt pleasure engulf me. He was playing; every stroke played with deliberation. He added more fingers, now fucking me with four fingers in my hot wet cunt. I felt his thumb slide towards my arse, teasing, probing. My juices were flowing, my body was begging for release. I was ready. He turned me under him and I felt his hard cock at the entrance of my love canal. I arched towards him, inviting him in, but still he teased me, rubbing the head of his cock over my clit, around my soaking pussy. My hand ran over his back, tracing down his spine. I felt an unmistakable shudder of response run through him. We were riding a roller coaster and there was no turning back. My eyes pleaded with him, begging him to take me, my body was liquid molten lava. I was so much on fire, so intensely trembling. Finally he thrust deeply into me and I wanted to cry out, but remembered his request for quiet. I met every thrust, matching him stroke for stroke in unison. Nothing else mattered. We fucked like mad things, driven by a deep animal urge that had to have release. His cock pushing deeper and harder with each thrust, slamming into me, and the sound of his balls slapping on my cunny juice covered arse was driving me wild. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe properly, my mouth was so dry, I became my cunt, every fibre of my being driven for release. I felt my orgasm rising as he drove deeply into me, faster, then slow and faster again. Wave after wave started crashing over me. I squirmed, clenched my legs together, trapping him deep,deep inside of me, my cunt muscles spasming and latching onto his hard hot cock. I clawed at his back, holding him tight as I thrust around on the bed, wanting to scream his name, wanting to scream anything. I felt him cum into me with an earth-shattering explosion. We lay for a while, gently caressing and cuddling, spent, and exhausted, until sleep overtook us. I woke in the morning and reached out for him but he was gone. In his place were a dozen, long stemmed red roses with a note attached to them, which read: "SILENCE IS GOLDEN." Brief Encounter A few weeks ago I was sitting on a quiet railway station when a woman of about 30 appeared and sat at the other end of the bench. She was short and chubby with shoulder-length brown hair, wearing a two-piece pin-striped business suit which looked a size or two too tight for her and black shoes with three-inch heels. She also wore unstylish black-framed glasses, with thick lenses. I couldn't help glancing at her because, although she looked a bit frumpy, she was bare-legged, and her fleshy pink legs were sexily goose-pimpled in the cool breeze. She totally ignored me as she was intent on a conversation she was having on her mobile 'phone. I tried not to listen to the call, but it was clearly becoming more and more heated. After a couple of minutes the lady shrieked "Oh fuck you!" and switched the 'phone off with a flourish. She slumped down on the bench and stared into space, clearly upset. I also stared straight ahead, in embarrassment, wishing my train would arrive early. Then out of the blue, I heard her say "Am I really so ugly and fat?" She might have been talking to herself; but I was the only other person on the platform, and she looked so upset I felt I should say something. Trying to make her smile, I looked at her and jokingly said "Well, I'd give you one". She slowly turned to stare at me. I thought for a second that she was going to call me a pervert and tell me to go and fuck myself, but to my surprise she responded, as if genuinely asking the question, "Would you? Would you really?" I knew I was pushing my luck, but what the hell? I leaned slightly towards her and said "Definitely. After all, my train's not due for 20 minutes." As far as I was concerned I was just continuing to joke with her, but after a few seconds she stood and, without a word, walked towards the nearby ladies toilets. She stopped at the door and just stared calmly into my eyes for a good 10 seconds before walking through the door. I felt a definite arousal of interest in my pants. I couldn't believe this total stranger could possibly have meant what I thought she did; but after a few seconds I made my way tentatively to the door of the ladies and, taking a deep breath, followed her inside. I half expected a scream, a slap, or both, but instead I gasped at the sight that met my eyes. The woman was standing inside the first cubicle, legs wide apart, her arms leaning on the toilet cistern, her skirt scrunched up around her waist, and her naked fat, sexy, pink-white ass thrust towards me. Her knickers were dangling over the toilet roll holder. She glanced over her shoulder at me for a couple of seconds, then turned her head to stare at the wall in front of her. I think it must have been a combination of the unexpected circumstances, the erotic sight in front of me, and the risk of getting caught, but for whatever reason my cock was instantly more painfully stiff than I could ever remember. Before she had chance to possibly come to her senses I scuttled into the cubicle behind the woman, locking the door behind us. I then dropped my trousers and pants around my ankles, and rubbed my hot prick against the crack of her chilly ass. I wanted to take full advantage of the situation, and I slipped my hands up her blouse and fondled her large tits through her bra, feeling her nipples stiffen. After a few seconds of this, though, she impatiently wiggled her ass against me, and reached a hand around to try and pull me into her. I stroked my finger tips through her pussy a few times, making her shudder and gasp. Then I guided the tip of my prick to her crack, grasped hold of her hips, and thrust into her with all my might, driving the air out of her with a "whooff" sound. I think my mystery lover must have been even more turned on by the situation than me, because she quickly started whimpering and groaning "oh yes, oh yes". Within about a minute I felt her cunt lips tighten around me, and she bit on a knuckle to try to contain the wail that escaped from her other lips. I managed to keep going for another minute or two, hammering into her, before I finally came in a volcanic eruption that drained all my strength. As soon as I pulled out of her the woman squeezed past me to the door of the cubicle, smoothing her skirt down, as I sat on the toilet to recover. Without a word or even another glance at me she opened the door and scooted out. By the time I had tidied myself up and emerged onto the station platform she was nowhere to be seen, and within minutes my train arrived. It was a pity, as I would really have liked to meet up with her again, in more comfortable circumstances. I do still have one souvenir though -- I had pocketed her knickers before I shagged her, as a reminder of my, er 'briefs' encounter! Brief Encounter He had taken an early morning train, because he wanted to get to the city early enough to make a quick visit to the art gallery before his lunch appointment. When he sat down in the half full carriage the seat opposite him was empty. He took a journal about cinema from his bag and began to read it. He was reading it for his college course. Two stations after he got on, a woman in her late forties, but well preserved and attractive in a come hither sort of way got on the train and sat opposite him. She was dressed in an expensive business suit. She had noticed him before she chose where to sit and she continued to look him over as she made herself comfortable in the seat. He tried to hold her gaze, but it was too intense and he looked away, only to look back again immediately. She was still staring, but this time her eyes began to show a little warmth. She took a newspaper from her bag and began to read it. With her face hidden behind the paper, she lifted her left leg up over her right to cross them and revealed the sheer black stockings that covered two very shapely legs. He could not help but look. She edged forward slightly on her seat and then lifted her left leg a little higher, slowly until he could almost, but not quite, see her crotch. He felt his cock stirring in his trousers. This journey was going to be less boring than it usually was. Then she moved her leg up a little further and he was sure he was about to get a flash of her panties, which would be black, like the rest of her attire, and he hoped, sheer. He almost gasped when it was not a black panty covered gusset, and not even a sheer black panty covered gusset, but a pair of large and puffy and gleamingly wet pair of cunt lips that his gaze fell upon. His cock leapt and was fully erect in a moment. She lowered her newspaper slightly, so that she could look at him and see his eyes. She looked at him for a long moment and then smiled. Then she slid her leg over her thigh and let it fall to the floor and took a small piece of paper and a pen from her bag. She wrote something on it and then discreetly handed it to him. She stood up and went down the corridor of the carriage. He unfolded the piece of paper. 'Meet me in the toilet in two minutes.' Two minutes past and then he stood up and followed her. He reached the toilet and knocked on the door. He heard the lock click unlocked and he pushed the door open and squeezed in. She had stripped down to her underwear, all black and all sheer; bra and stockings and suspenders. Without speaking she reached for his fly, unzipped it and took out his cock and started to stroke it. Then she leaned forward and down and he felt it slide into her mouth. She sucked him hard and with consummate skill. He tongue work was magnificent. Then she stood up again and turned her back to him and leant against the wall, raising her arse to show him that she was ready to take his cock. 'Fuck me!' she said. He guided his cock into position and slid it into her. It glided up into her pussy with ease. She was wet, she was hot and she was tight. He began to screw her, slowly at first, then faster and faster, and he felt her fingers around his shaft, stroking her own cunt lips as his cock rammed in and out between them. She gasped as he fucked her and then she told him to stick his finger into her arse. The moment his finger was all the way up in her arsehole, which felt warm and soft and oily as arseholes always do, she tensed, shuddered and then came. She recovered herself from her orgasm and made her rhythm again, pushing herself back at him to meet his thrusts. Then she said 'Fuck my arse with your finger and my cunt with your gorgeous cock!' He was close to cumming and she knew it and she barked at him 'Fill my dirty cunt with your spunk you bastard. Come on fuck me full of cum!' More obscenities followed and the sound of such delicious filth was more than he could bear. He fucked his cock into her as deep as it would go and shot four or five strong spurts of spunk into the depths of her cunt. As they dressed he asked her 'Who are you?' 'Whoever you want me to be,' she replied, and then she said, 'I will be on this train again on Friday, same seat.' Then she told him to wait for two minutes after she had left before returning to his seat opposite her. He did as she asked. When he got back to his seat she was reading her paper again. Half an hour or so later the train reached the city. As they both got up to get off of the train she looked at him knowingly and said 'The only way for a woman to go to a tough business meeting is with a pussy full of spunk.' Brief Encounter It's early morning and I haven't slept in days. The sun is brushing up against the horizon and the last twinkle of the stars is fading into a rich blue glow behind the silhouettes of the trees. I've been working at the club all night, drinking vodka and smoking cigarettes. The air is chill and fresh and it makes my eyes feel hollow and my body feel sharp. I come to your house and quietly I let myself in. I make two cups of coffee and take them up the stairs. I feel greasy and tired and I think about borrowing your shower but as I get upstairs I hear the water running. You're up already and in the shower, getting ready for your day. I go into your room and I sit on the bed and sip my coffee while I listen to you showering. I kick off my shoes and wiggle my toes on your carpet. The water shuts off and I can feel myself waiting; waiting for you to come into the room. I sip my coffee and watch the door. You walk in, one towel wrapped round your body, another for your hair. You see me on the bed and flash me a daring little smile. You're not surprised to see me here, although you never ask how I get in. I take another slug of coffee and just watch you dry your hair and brush it back. Watching you fills me with an urge to touch you. Maybe it's the way you move your hair, the way you watch yourself in the mirror while you brush. I trace the contours of your body with my eye. The towel hides a lot, but my imagination fills in the gaps. I rise smoothly and walk up to you. You pause, holding the brush in your hair. I walk up close, so I'm just a few inches from you. Your eyes are wide and beautiful. Your mouth is slightly open as if you were about to say something but it didn't quite come out. I reach up and gently take hold of the brush. You don't resist as I slide it out of your hand. Part of me worries that I stink of the nightclub, of smoke and alcohol. I know I should take a shower. But you're right here in front of me. Your breathing is almost timid like you're scared to move. Part of me worries that if I go to shower you might get dressed before I can come back. Worse, you might rush off to work and escape me completely. I drop the hairbrush on the floor. We don't break eye contact so much as a glance to see where it falls. I lick my lips and I can feel my own breath. I tilt my head toward the wall. "Turn around." You turn, keeping your eyes on me as long as you can, until you're facing the wall. I gently put my hand on the small of your back and push you. You resist a little at first, uncertain of what I'm trying to do. Then you take a step. I keep the pressure on with my hand and guide you forward the few more steps it takes to get you up against the door. I hear you swallow and feel the tension in your body. I stand close behind you and I can smell the shampoo on your hair and the fresh scent of your clean skin. I take a fist full of the towel at the back and pull at it gently. You try to step back as I pull, but I hold you still with my other hand. The towel comes undone and I drop it to the floor. You stand still, your breasts just brushing the gloss wood of the door, your arms at your sides, your legs just slightly apart. You shiver just a little and I wonder if it's the excitement or just the cool air on your damp body. I place my hand at the small of your back and slide it slowly up you -- up over the smooth, soft skin of your back, my palm curving round your shoulder blade as my fingers touch your hair. I move my hand up to the nape of your neck. My fingers curl round one side, my thumb the other. I gently massage the sides of your neck, enjoying the way your hair cascades off the back of my hand. I step up close and I can feel the fly of my jeans brush up against your ass. I keep stroking your neck and you murmur quietly to yourself, little pleasure noises in your throat. You rock your head to one side to let my fingers slide up to your ear, my palm cupping the back of your head. I step forward, my body pressing you up to the wood. You gasp and flinch; I guess the wood much be a cold shock on your hot stomach. I don't give an inch, I keep you pressed up firmly; the door will be warm soon enough. I feel the way your ass pushes against me and you try to keep yourself from the cold wood. It presses my jeans up against my panties; my panties up against my pussy. I realize how hot I've become. My hands tremble slightly and I find I want to just rub up against your ass. I want to press you up against the door until you feel like you're fucking the woodwork. My tits are squashed up against your back and I can hold you here without need of my hands now. I put one hand on each of your shoulders and I run my fingertips down your arms. You're trembling so bad I think you might just collapse to the floor if I let you go. I rock my hips, rubbing up against you, rubbing you against the door. You lean your head back onto my shoulder and I put my fingers on your lips. You bite my finger and the sharp sting of pain makes me twitch. I force myself up against you harder and you gasp and moan. I slide my hand round your shoulder, my fingers clawing across your throat, and I arch you back slightly while I thrust my hips forward. The door bangs in the frame as I push you up on it again. Then your hand is between us, your palm facing out, you fingers seeking along my jeans until you grab the belt hooks. Your thumb finds the top button and you press at it, fumbling to undo me. I want you to. I want to be naked and up against you. I back up just enough to give you access, but I don't help you. My hands are busy. I hold you steady with one hand and I slide one the round your chest, slipping my fingers down between your breasts, rubbing down the center line with two fingers. I want to pull your hair and I want to put a hand between your legs. I just don't have enough hands. I explore your chest, teasing your nipples with my nails, rubbing firmly round the curve of your breasts. My jeans come undone and at once your hand slides into the front, your fingers grabbing roughly against my panties. I move forward again, trapping your hand between us. Your wrist pressed against your ass and your fingers pressing the cloth of my panties hard into my pussy. I try to bite your ear but get a mouthful of hair. You're trying to push your ass out and I'm rubbing myself up against it while your fingers wiggle up between my legs, trying to work round the edge of my underwear. I use my hand on your chest to hold you now and move my other hand round your hip, curving round the front until my fingers find the hot wet lip of your pussy. My jeans are slipping down my thighs and you manage to pull my panties aside. I feel your finger pushing into me and I mirror with my own finger on you. I'm breathing hot in your ear and I wonder if you can smell the vodka in my breath. I want to eat you. I want to fuck you so hard you scream my name. Each time you move your finger I do the same. You slide it in, hooking at the hot, wet flesh and I curl my finger in you. I move on my toes, rubbing my chest on your back. My bra rubs against my breasts and I wish I was naked. I can't stop now to undress. I don't want to change anything in case you stop moving your fingers in me. I'm so hot I could burst. I move both hands between your legs, relying on the fact that you're leaning your top half on the door to keep balance. I rub my palm over your clit while my other hand pushes into you. My breath is coming out in uneven gasps and shivers. My legs feel unsteady. I push up onto my toes, my calves twitching and I know I'm going to cum first. I don't try to fight it. I let your fingers guide me. You must know how close I am because you start to rub slow and firm up the front of my pussy and I tremble against you. It rises in me like a flood; from my toes to my throat every nerve pulls taught at once. I feel my whole body shudder as the wave breaks and escapes my mouth in a long silent cry. For a moment I can't do anything but stand there, bathed in the glow and the warmth of your body. I open and close my mouth a few times, trying to work out how to breathe. Then the air slips from my lungs in a sigh. I slide myself off your fingers and I can feel my arms are shaking. You're standing naked up against the door. My arms are still around you; my hands are still clutching your pussy. I move smoothly and firmly, taking your shoulder in my hand and turning you round to face me. I push my lips onto yours and find your mouth is hot and open. I push my tongue into your mouth, hungry for you. I can taste the mint of your toothpaste. I dread to think what you can taste in my mouth. I stand up close to you so that your nipples brush my t-shirt with every move I make. I slide my hand up between your legs and gently caress you. I run my finger slowly along the lips of your pussy, from one end right to the other. You're trembling again and I hold you steady with one hand on your shoulder while I rub you with long, rocking strokes. I kiss your neck, your throat, your collar. I nuzzle up against you and lick your ear. I can feel your body shaking. I can pull you right to the edge with just the tip of my finger. You dig your toes into the carpet and lean your head on the door. Your eyes are closed. Your mouth is open. Your legs are losing control. I'm barely touching now. Each little brush of my nail on your clit makes you convulse right through your whole body. I keep touching. You're going to cum. I can feel it. You can't hold it much longer. I slide my finger up into you all the way. A firm, slow thrust until my palm feels your wet lips. You gasp and shake. I rock my hand up against you. Your knees fold under you and you grab hold of me to steady yourself. You bury your face in my chest and cling to me; your whole body rocking like an earthquake. You twitch for ages, each little spasm coupled with a gasping breath. You fingers dig into my shoulders and I feel like I'm supporting your whole body with my one hand. After long, glorious moments, you pull your hips away. I feel your body slide off my fingers leaving them sticky and wet, cooling in the air. I wrap my arms about you and we stand a moment, hugging in the early morning light, your body still trembling with aftershocks. You look up, your eyes shining like stars. Your cheeks and throat are flushed red and hot. I kiss you tenderly. You brush my cheek with your hand. You dress quickly while I sit on the bed and watch you. I've probably made you a little late for work, but I hope it was worth it. Once you're ready, you kiss me and run. I lie back on your bed, my jeans still undone and open. I can still smell you in the room. I feel warm like I'm wrapped in cotton wool; safe in the cocoon of your home. I know I should shower. I know I should probably eat something. But I just want to stay here for a while remembering your body, your heat, your eyes. Brief Encounter A few months ago I was travelling in the West Country on business, and stopped overnight at a small hotel. The only other residents on that cold autumn night were a couple, quite a bit younger than me, staying in the room next to mine. The wife was quite a looker, but fairly demure in her choice of clothes, and they seemed rather quiet. I showered and changed and went down to the bar to have a drink before dinner. The couple were there, sitting quietly together, and they both looked up as I walked in and went to the bar. A very pretty girl appeared behind the bar, and I got my drink and sat down, quite near the couple, as it was a very small bar. Since we were the only people there we started to chat about the usual mundane things, weather, jobs, where we were from and so on, and when the menus arrived we discussed the choices and ordered at the same time, prompting the pretty girl, who seemed to be doing every job that evening, to ask if we were going to sit together. The attractive wife immediately said yes, if that was ok with me, which, of course, it was. We went on talking, as the courses and wine were consumed, but as we were near the end of our final course I sensed the couple looking at me a bit strangely, and also glancing meaningfully at each other. Finally, we ordered coffee, and a cognac each, and I noticed the wife raise her eyebrows at her husband, and he nodded his head, almost unperceptively. Once we were sipping our cognacs, Alice, the wife, told me that John had something to ask me, whereupon she got up and went to the ladies. John seemed extremely nervous, and kept looking around, perhaps for help, but there was none forthcoming, so he made a decision and started to talk. It would seem that he had been harbouring a fantasy for some years, and recently had confessed it to his wife. He wanted his wife to have sex with another man. At first she was dead against the idea, but recently she had relented a bit, making the stipulation that she would choose the man, and that John mustn't mention it again until she did. So it was, that when she saw me enter the hotel earlier in the evening, she just said to John 'him', looking over at me. With his confession out in the open, John looked as though he had totally disgraced himself, and kept saying sorry. To put him out of his misery, I told him that I would love to fuck his wife, but that I didn't want him watching. He could stay in his room and listen through the walls. He thanked me, just as Alice returned from the loo, wearing a smirk on her face. I stood up and walked towards her, I held out my arms and she walked in to them, and I kissed her, gently, passionately, lovingly. When we broke the kiss, I said that we should go to bed, and as we left I turned to John and told him not to wait up, he could have his wife back in the morning. Well, we had the most amazing sex, I licked her breasts and nipples, I licked all down her body, and then between her legs, I spent a happy ten minutes using my tongue and lips between her legs, inside her gash, and then concentrated on her clit until she had a screaming climax. I lay back and said, 'my turn', and she used her mouth on me until I was as hard as a pole, and I then rolled on top of her and entered her forcefully. We screwed hard and fast, then long slow strokes then I rammed her with a fury, she kept screaming that I was soooo big! As I started to lose control and drive for home, she yelled that she was cumming again. We both went over the edge together, and our orgasms fed off each other, leaving us breathless and exhausted. We lay together for a while, just gently kissing each other, then as I went limp, I rolled away and we lay on our backs, side by side. After about fifteen minutes Alice moved round and took my limp cock into her hand, and then into her mouth and began to resurrect my member with her skillful mouth. I soon became hard again, and she climbed on top of me and started to ride me, slowly and gently at first, then faster and harder, and then she was shouting, 'yes, yes, yes!' and obviously close to cumming, so I let go and yet again we both came together, with Alice prolonging her orgasm by rubbing herself back and forth on my rapidly wilting penis. Still eager she then worked her way up my body and placed her pussy over my mouth. She gradually settled her weight on me, and started using my face to get herself off again. This was pure selfishness on her part, as I could barely breathe and my own cum was dribbling down my throat, but I did the gentlemanly thing and started to use my tongue on her clit, as best I could. It seemed to work, as in no time she was cumming again, this orgasm seemed to be the biggest, and it was certainly the longest. I couldn't breathe at all as she was cumming, and actually was beginning to panic, but finally she rolled off me. As we calmed down, she told me that she'd just had the best sex of her entire life, and that her husband was useless, had a tiny prick, and came almost straight away, leaving her dissatisfied. She thought he had been such an idiot, as now she realised what she had been missing, he would be no use to her at all. I suggested she could have as many lovers as she wanted, since it had all been his idea. Eventually we drifted off to sleep, but in the morning we had another passionate fuck before breakfast. As we were all leaving the hotel I gave Alice a little present I happened to have with me, a little double leather photo frame for her handbag, and I got John to take a couple of pictures of Alice and I kissing, and fondling each other. I gave John something more practical, a vibrating dildo, with a handle, for him to use on Alice when she needed a decent fucking. It was exactly the same size and shape as my cock, which Alice noticed and mentioned to John. A brief encounter, but a wonderful one...I must give Alice a ring and have some more fun. Poor John he should have kept that fantasy to himself! Brief Encounter: A Prostitute Story I have a lot of clients who want to meet me personally; I never meet them personally. I do have several people I meet for a quick fuck; but they are not clients. I don't get paid to leisurely fuck, usually, I just do it to satisfy my desires. Like today for instance. I am fucking an older man at 3:00. He wants me for 30-minutes, and he wants to fuck me from behind. He has a shower on site, so I don't hesitate. Plus, I've been fucking him for a year. He provides nice perks. As I walk towards the front door of Mr. White's condo, he opens the door and welcomes me into his home. He hands me a tall glass of cranberry juice on ice. I drink the beverage rather fast; the tartness of the cranberry is refreshing. Mr. White is wearing a long silk robe, and he immediately shuts the door and hands me a short plaid skirt, a bikini top with the nipples cut out, and a pair of crotch-less underwear. I know not to waste time, and I immediately go behind the curtain and change. When I appear in the living room, Mr. White is pouring a shot of vodka into two glasses. My nipples are beaming hard through the holes on my bikini top; I held the ice from the glass on my nipples. My shaved pussy is pushed through the long slit in the crotch-less panties, and my skirt is so short that once I bend over, Mr. White can easily touch my bare pussy. Mr. White likes my body. He hands me a quick drink of vodka. As I drink my shot, he calls me over closer to him. As I approach, he sits upright and says, "I want you to lie across my lap with your ass up; I want to rub your pussy from the back." I place my glass on the table and I walk over to sprawl across his lap. Before I could position myself, he stopped and sucked on my tits for a few minutes. I couldn't help but moan. I love my tits sucked. Once I was flat across his lap, he was excited to finger my pussy and feel its wetness. He spread my legs open a little wider. As he pushed his fingers deep inside my snatch, his fingers became covered with liquid. He then pulled his fingers out and circled his fingers over my full pussy. He stroked my labia and teased my ass. I was horny. I knew what he wanted. I love to fuck older men. I spread my legs wide, so my pussy was opened. Mr. White placed his hand over my snatch and held his palm over my muff; I felt my pussy swell. As my legs were wide open and my snatch wet and ripe, Mr. White began to finger fuck my pussy deep. I liked it and I moaned. Mr. White said, "That's a good girl. Yes, that's a real good girl. Keep fucking my fingers, yes, back and forth. Fuck, you're good." As I fucked his fingers slow, my pussy became so wet. He pushed his hand further on to my pussy, I realized he was trying to fist me. I got excited and I accepted the challenge. He moved my tiny underwear all the way to the side. I kept pumping my snatch up and down on his hand. Mr. White casually folded his hand into a fist and pushed it closer and harder towards my muff. I liked it, and I started really rocking down on his hand. I was so wet. My legs were spread so wide. The harder I rocked down on his hand, the deeper Mr. White pushed his fist inside my pussy. Once his fist was fully inside my snatch, I said, "Fuck yeah." His fist felt like a really thick dick. As I lie across his lap bucking my snatch against his fist, he slides his full fist further inside my pus. I moan wildly. I say, "Oh, fuck yeah. Damn that's hard and big." Mr. White immediately said, "Call me daddy. Tell your daddy you like his hands on your pussy." I reply, 'Oh, daddy. Please keep fist fucking me. Please, daddy. Oh, yes...Daddy, yes...Fist fuck your little pussy. I've been a real good girl, daddy." Mr. White starts fist pumping my pussy hard. He really gets his body into fucking my pussy hole. He says, "Yeah, fuck me, baby. Fuck your big man." I rode his fist strong. He was really getting off on fisting me. He was pumping my pussy deep. I quite liked it too. I then felt his hard cock press into my face; there was just his silk robe separating his thick dick from my mouth. As I repetitively received my pussy pounding, I heard Mr. White say, "Suck my cock. Get it wet." I was getting fisted so fast, it was hard for me to grab his thick cock. But when I did manage to make contact, I stuffed his fat dick in my mouth and deep throated his thick manhood. The faster his fist pumped my pussy, the harder I sucked. Mr. White moaned in ecstasy. He said, "Yes, let me fuck that pretty face. Oh yeah, you like it. You like fucking me." I mumbled, "Uh-huh." I steadily kept sucking his cock as I furiously rubbed my hand up and down his shaft. As I concentrated on the tip of his cock for several seconds, I squeezed his dick hard as I jacked his cock fast into my mouth. I love to suck a big dick. I love when it's slippery. I tugged and pulled at Mr. White's big dick. He liked it so much, he rocked his cock in rhythm with my sucks until he released his cum into my mouth. I did what every good fuck does, I swallowed his cum. I waited while Mr. White pulled his fist from my wet crotch. Once he was out of my pussy, I closed my legs and stood up from the couch. I looked at him and said, "This is the easiest bill I pay each month, Daddy." I smiled. Mr. White then reached up and slapped my ass and said, "I look forward to fucking you every month, darling." He closed his robe and tied the belt. You see, Mr. White has an import-export car dealership. My Audi and all other car repairs are paid via my monthly fuck sessions with Mr. White. He has more than one perk that I use to my advantage. Since I have a few hours before class, I figure I'll go home and rest for an hour. As I gather my clothes and head towards the shower, I think to myself, "Thursdays are always my horniest days."