0 comments/ 25082 views/ 1 favorites Brown Eyed Girl By: ericviking69 I was having one of those business trips, long and not much fun. I was going to all the right places but for all of the wrong reasons. Magically while traveling home, everything changed. Let me begin at the beginning like all good stories. I was in London after a grueling week. I had been working with some nice people including Karen who has all the right equipment but is more like a sister than any girl I know. Anyway I am looking forward to getting home and the chance to get some TLC and maybe a little bit more. I arrived at Heathrow, which was packed as always at about 10:00 am. Fortunately there was no strike… (That's another story). I was standing in line at Air France to catch a flight to Paris for a connection back to the states. Air France was running a great promotion that made this a great flight if you had to cross the Atlantic. About five persons in front of me, there is a lady, about 5' 4," shoulder length brown air and with eyes so deep, I thought I would drown. She looked American and I wondered about the odds of sitting next to her on the flight. I knew I had an aisle seat next to a window seat. With the way this trip had been going I figured to set next to some teenage girl. Great company but definitely not lust material. In other words, I expected just a good business trip. The trip had gone well. At 11:00, Air France started boarding the plane. I took advantage of my mileage status and slipped on board early in the process. I get to stow my luggage completely and see how early I can guess who is going to sit next to me. As the boarding process progressed, there was the usual parade of people to the back of the plane. Then there she was, right behind an older couple. Slim and trim in a business skirt, some practical pumps, and a blouse to die for. The older women paused and told me haltingly that she had the window seat and that her husband at the second seat across the aisle. And asked if I would trade him seats. She seemed so forlorn. So I gave up my aisle seat for the second seat in a row of five. Not exactly my kind of deal but it was only an hour flight to De Gaulle. All through this transaction, my dream girl was just waiting patiently. I had expected her to just head to the back of the plane. As I am sure you realized paragraphs ago she didn't. In fact, I was surprised when she asked if would trade her my second seat for the aisle so that she could put her bag in front of the middle seat which was empty. I could not believe my luck. No good deed goes unpunished. Up close, this Brown Eyed Girl was stunning. I think part of the attraction was the way she reminded me of my first girl friend in high school. The one who taught me to French kiss. Her blouse looked so shear, that I wondered why but I couldn't see a hint of her bra. Talk about provocative. We settled in. We listened to the attendants patter, you know the drill … in the event of a water landing…. To open the conversation without drooling on my self I needed something caring and worldly. I had it. I told her she did not need to trade seats to put her bag under the middle seat. I would have let her put it there even if she had kept the aisle seat. She smiled and said it seemed like a little reward for someone willing to make a generous sacrifice. And we made small talk for the entire flight. I took advantage of our close quarters to brush up against her when ever possible. It turns out we where both on the same connecting flight to Chicago (United's hub). All too soon, we arrived at De Gaulle Airport. I decided I had to risk it. I asked if she would like to sit together on the next leg. I was pleased when she agreed. I thought I detected I slight blush but I was in lust. We deplaned with our one bag each. I was amazed should could looks so great and travel so light. We headed for our next gate. Then it happened; the black cloud with the silver lining. They announced in French that our flight was cancelled and that connecting passengers needed to report to customer service and not the gate. I reported the news to my companion who did not see to understand French who took the news rather stoically. I suggested we hurry because the first one there would have the largest number of choices. Without belaboring the point, we took door number one. An overnight stay in Paris, with meal vouchers and three phone calls to the states. It did not hurt that I offered to play tour guide for my Brown Eyed Girl. We took the Air France bus into town sharing a row again. I pointed out the sights leaning well over her so that I could get a peak into her blouse. I think she knew because she undid another button. I had placed a hand on her knee and she put her hand on top of it to keep it there. I wondered if she wanted to keep it from wandering further or wanted it there. As we neared our hotel, I mustered up some more courage. Things had been going so well. I asked if she thought it would be a good idea to get adjoining rooms while visions of removing the gift wrap danced in my head. She nodded slightly and told me that, it would be fine. Again fate was smilingly. The clerk had no problem with giving us adjoining rooms. I offered him a tip but he just chuckled at me to save it for the lady. He told me to be gentle and make beautiful music. ( I was glad my Brown Eyed Beauty did not speak French because I would have needed to sanitize his comments). Needless to say I figured I was all but in her bed. Play the game out and I was going to have a wonderful evening. I thought just don't blow it. Keep thinking with the other head instead of the one that wanted to take control. As we waited for the elevator, I leaned in to kiss her gently on the cheek. It seemed like a good way to gage her warmth. I was surprised when she turned and caught the kiss with a slightly open mouth. Now I was sure there was a little blush but the elevator arrived. We went up to our rooms, 23 and 24. I gallantly opened her room and we entered. She chuckled when she saw the queen size bed, something quite rare in Europe. It was now about 4:00 pm. I asked here if she wanted to change before going to play tourist. I took my commitment to play tour guide seriously. She did not say anything but I got the distinct impression that she wanted her guide to do something else. I lead her over to the overstuffed chair in the corner and had her sit. I knelt in front of her and removed one shoe at a time and messaged her feet. When she realized I was scoping out the target area she parted her knees just enough to encourage me. I set her feet down and moved forward and undid the buttons on her blouse. I helped here stand. I undid the buttons at her wrists. The blouse slid to the floor. There she was. Perfection in a simple light pink bra. Almost innocent. I kissed her again more deeply. Our tongues danced. My hands slid down to her ass. I pulled her hips against mine so she could feel my hardening cock, I reached around and started to undo the zipper on her skirt. I paused to ask her if she was ready. She nodded and I slowly continued. The skirt dropped to the floor. My Brown Eyed Girl stepped out. There she was in her bra, pantyhose and matching light pink panties. Practical. Not exactly what you wear for a sexual encounter. I started to roll the panty hose down. Panty hose are always daunting. Sensing my hesitation, her hands covered mine and fortified my resolve. I guided her back to the chair, knelt and settled her legs across me knees. I messaged both feet. I could see that her pussy was getting wet. Her panties are soaked through. To further enhance her arousal, I kissed each insole. I nibbled at each toe. She gave plenty of non-verbal take me clues. Her breath was ragged. Her nibbles stuck out in her bra. All this has had the expected effect on me. I was diamond hard. My pants felt a little tight. I was sure that my Brown Eye Girl could tell. I stood and helped her from her chair. My eyes were filled with her perfection. Well-proportioned tits. Sweet treasure still concealed in wet silky panties. With my hormones raging I had the strength of ten. I slid an arm under her shoulder and picked her up. I carried her to the bed. Even today I can remember musing "You idiot. You forgot to open the bed…." My Brown Eyed Girl giggled. It was like sweet chimes. She suggested setting her down and getting undressed while she opened the bed and slipped in; so practical and straightforward. I was fast to take her suggestion. I slid into the bed and realized she had removed her underwear. Her naked perfection was waiting for me. She rolled over on top of me and kissed me deeply. She was hungry. She had wanted to play since the bus ride. She just needed me to take the lead a little. She had not wanted to be to forward. Straddling my hips her hands massaged my chest. My hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks. My hands wandered over her body pausing on her perfect breasts. I pulled on her nibbles rolling them between my fingers. She shifted a little and aligned my cock with her pussy. She slid me in, in a smooth practiced way. She took me for a wonderful ride. Up and down. Her treasure was a perfect fit for my manhood. Wet and hot. Silky smooth. A small patch of silky curls marked the way. Her pace built slowly as her passions rose. I was content to let her take the lead. Her passions soon had me panting. I told her I was so close. She flexed the muscles of her treasure milking me and I erupted. She must have been very close too because my eruption set her off giving her release. We snuggled and cuddled enjoying the after glow until she asked if I was ready to find her some dinner and show her a few sights in Paris. She smiled and said that she wanted to get to bed early enough to really experience the city of love. The rest of the evening was better than any business trip since but I am leaving that to your imagination. I just got an email from my Brown Eyed Girl. It says simply "I am here." Brown Eyed Girl "Hi, my name is Jack. I'm a rather shy, Hispanic, hard working machine parts sales representative. I'm also a classically good looking, tall, dark and handsome man. Like most men, I have a vivid sexual imagination but unlike most men, I have little courage to pursue the women I'm attracted to. Being unlucky in love and painfully shy leaves me to rely on my imagination for companionship. I've been in a fantasy relationship with my Brown Eyed Girl for over a year now." "Hi, my name is Debbie. I'm also painfully shy. I'm well educated, but work under my potential as a receptionist for a mid-sized manufacturing plant. Truth be told, I masturbate furiously and frequently, but lack the courage to go after what I desire. In my heart, I know I'm pretty. I think my best feature is my eyes. They are big, brown, and sparkle when I'm happy. Most days, I doubt myself. I've had a crush on a man named Jack for over a year. He's a sales rep for one of our suppliers. I can't get the courage to say more than hello to him. Occasionally I manage to answer his office related questions. Most days, I just flash my sexiest smile at him and secretly hope that he will make a move to advance our obvious lust for each other." Jack comes across many beautiful women in his travels to the administrative offices of the businesses he sells to. The women in these offices often flirt with him but he fears pursuing them. Jack explains, "I know that my big, brown, luscious cock will more than satisfy them, but I'm so desperately afraid of connection and commitment that I get tongue tied talking to women. The way I cope is by imaging that I actually have a relationship with some of the women I come across in my travels. My shrink discourages these fantasy relationships, but what the fuck does he know." As he plans his daily schedule, Jack makes mental notes to be sure to interact with certain women. For example, on Monday mornings, he makes it a point to talk to the little angry and depressed looking redhead with the tattoos on her lower back and left breast. He finds her green eyes extremely calming, but lately they seemed glazed over, as if her new marriage (her second as far as Jack knew) is beating her down. Last week, Jack was shocked to see that she seemed to no longer tend to her beautiful red hair. She typically wears it in a punk, messy style that he finds very alluring. Over the past several months, her hair has become flat and lifeless. Jack explains, "I'm convinced that the little red head and I have an unspoken attraction. I imagine she secretly knows I have a large brown cock and that she's aching to have it dangling above her mouth, just barely touching her lips, as she kneels in front of me, hands restrained behind her back, blindfolded and begging for it." On his Wednesday sales stop, Jack is completely captivated by the administrative assistant at one of the manufacturing plants on his route. She has beautiful brown hair styled a bit like Marlo Thomas in the old "That Girl" situation comedy. Her eyes are big, brown, and always sparkle when he walks by. Jack often wondered if she's really coming on to him, or whether he is just lost in lust and creating something in his head that's not really there. After careful analysis over several months, Jack noticed that unlike with other visitors to the plant, no matter what she's doing, when he walks by, she stops to give him a wanting, sexy smile. Jack reflected, "It's the kind of smile that makes me think that she needs me, needs my cock, needs my mouth on her genitals, and needs my tongue to probe her little white, aching asshole. She also seems very shy. We actually rarely speak. She smiles at me. I smile at her." Last week, the "Brown Eyed Girl" was very friendly to Jack. He walked by her desk several times and each time, she stopped what she was doing to give him a wanting glance. "It's embarrassing," Jack thought. "I feel rather pathetic trying to find excuses to walk by her office area. At one point last week, we were locked in a goofy gaze of mutual admiration that made us both blush." Her office mate looked at the two of them with a sarcastic snicker, as if to say, "Look you two, why don't you just get a room!" On this particular Wednesday morning, Jack woke up at 4:30 a.m. with his mind filled with thoughts of seeing Debbie, the Brown Eyed Girl, later that morning. As he drifted in and out of sleep, he lapsed into the most erotic dream he's had in years. Jack explains, "In the dream, I was determined to send my Brown Eyed Girl a clear signal that I want to violate her. I was trying to figure out what I could wear that might take our flirtation to the next level and ultimately settled on wearing my pleated slacks without underwear so she could see the outline of my cock as I walked by. In the dream, I made it a point to walk into her office area and position myself so that as she sat at her desk, my cock was dangling tantalizing in front of her. While discussing some inane business matters, I could see she was distracted by the outline of my cock. The expression on her face suggested that she was filled with desire. She was seated at her desk and while we discussed the problems with the Xerox machine, she interrupted the conversation, licked her lips and looked directly at my crotch. It was the clearest signal she ever gave me that she was wanting and ready to take me on. I felt my penis growing inside my pants, and instantly felt the embarrassing sensation of pre-cum lacing the head of my cock. "In the dream, I shyly walked off, but she called me back. When I asked what she wanted, she scribbled a brief note and handed it to me." The note read, "I know you are not wearing any underwear, and I know you did so for me. I see how you look at me. You want me?" "In the dream, my expression was one of disbelief," Jack reflected. "I walked away from the reception area reading the note. Gathering myself, I found a quiet corner in the waiting area and wrote back to her, "Yes, I want you so bad; I ache at night for you. Please let me have you. You won't be disappointed." "I discretely passed her the note, and within a short time, I heard an over head page calling for me to dial extension 234. I found a house phone, and when I completed the call, I discovered that it was my Brown Eyed Girl on the other end." "Meet me in the upstairs lounge at 12:30. Go to the supply closet in the back. Knock twice and I'll let you in," she said. "With that," Jack explained, "there was a click and the line went dead. I was stunned but wildly excited by this offer. I tended to some business matters, but come 12:25, made my way to the upstairs lounge. I quickly spotted the supply closet and knocked twice. The door slowly opened, I could see the shadow of a woman on her knees. Cautiously, I walked in and almost immediately felt the woman swiftly undoing my pants and hungrily groping for my cock. I stood in the darkened supply closet, allowing her to have her way with me. "I sighed deeply, as she fondled my semi erect cock. It quickly became swollen and rock hard. I felt her lips kissing the head of my now over-excited prick. I grabbed my shaft with my large, muscular hands and offered it to her by bending my swollen penis towards her wanting mouth. My Brown Eyed Girl wrapped her lips around the head of my shaft while gripping it with both hands. She spit into her right hand and rubbed her now slippery hand along my shaft while simultaneously licking the head of my cock. I moaned with pleasure and exhaled deeply as she gripped my cock tightly and slapped herself in the face and lips with it." "I'm being so bad, slap me with your cock," she panted. "As she felt my breathing quickening and me tightening up, she stopped manipulating my penis and got up off her knees. Standing in front of me, she ran both hands down the length of my shaft while kissing me passionately. She then lifted her skirt; bent over, grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them for me." In the dream, she spoke calmly but directly, "fuck my ass, sir." "With that, I spit on my hand to lubricate my cock, spit in my hand again, and rubbed my slippery fingers along her asshole, massaging her sphincter. I poked a finger into her wanting orifice, and was surprised at the receptiveness of her soft little white ass. I breathed lustfully as my finger slid in easily. I relished the feeling of her milky white, soft asshole gripping my large finger. "I then stroked my cock firmly and positioned myself to penetrate her. As I did so, she grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them as wide as she could, opening herself for me. I whispered to her "Oh yeah baby, spread that ass for me...oh yeah." I rubbed the head of my cock along her increasingly receptive opening. I pressed my cock directly on her anus. It slid in easily. My head was spinning at the feeling of her internal walls hugging my thick cock. I reached around to slip my hand inside her blouse, grabbing a handful of her breast as I deepened my thrusts. I tried to be gentle as I slowly slid my cock in and out of her asshole, but after a few gentle strokes, my Brown Eyed Girl cried out, "Don't be a pussy, fuck me hard!" "Stunned, I instantly pinched her nipple as hard as I could and began thrusting my hips without concern for her little asshole. Now feeling free to rip her apart with my powerful cock, I plunged deeply inside of her. ""Take it all bitch," I uncharacteristically demanded. The room was filled with the sounds of her moans and the squishy sounds of my cock ravaging her ass." "Fuck me harder, Yes, Fuck me! Give it to me...Oh... Yeah...mmm," she screamed. "Her cries to fuck her as hard as I could woke me from the dream." That very same morning, the Debbie also had an erotic dream. In the dream, she was getting ready for work, standing frozen in front of her closet trying to figure out what to wear for the day. She recalled that it was Wednesday, the day that Jack would be walking by the reception area. She decided to look classy today. She found her Ann Taylor black skirt, matching it with her black turtle neck top and pearl necklace. She thought for all of two seconds before deciding against wearing underwear. Instead, she found her only pair of nylons that required her to wear a garter belt. "Today, when Jack comes by my desk, he's going to get a whiff of my sweet pussy," she thought to herself. Debbie's pussy was aching with desire while driving to work. The dream shifted to her sitting at her desk squeezing her crossed legs in anxious anticipation of Jack's arrival. She purposely jammed her drawer so that it would be next to impossible to open. When Jack arrived, she uncharacteristically winked at him and flashed her winning smile. She never winked at him before, but today she needed to get his attention. When he stopped by her desk to check for messages, she asked if he would help her get her desk drawer open. As he bent down to see what was wrong with the drawer, Debbie turned her office chair towards him and parted her legs, hoping that the freshness of her bare and increasingly moist pussy would register in his senses. Indeed, as Jack looked up to explain that the drawer seemed hopelessly jammed, he caught a glimpse of her parted, milky white, soft thighs. He tried to avert his gaze but Debbie opened her legs wider as he tried not to look. She thought, "You're not getting away that easily big boy!" Jack stumbled on his words, but in the dream, she quickly interrupted, "Jack, my pussy is freshly shaved and scented. Wanna taste?" He was speechless. The dream sequence shifted again and now Debbie was standing in the supply area of her office. With her leg propped on one of the lower shelves, she lifted her skirt up to her waist. With Jack was on his knees, she grabbed his hair and shoved his face into her smooth moist crotch. She spread her vaginal lips wide and in her most demanding voice said, "Lick my clit, oh yeah, lick it hard, harder, faster!" He flicked his tongue vigorously along her aching clitoris. Debbie found herself grabbing his head and thrusting her pelvis into his face, as if she were fucking him. She began to feel her knees get weak as waves of pleasure filled her body. The intensity of the orgasm woke her up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As Jack was driving to the plant on the Wednesday following his early morning dream, his head was swimming with thoughts of his Brown Eyed Girl. He explains, "Later that morning, my walk into the plant where my Brown Eyed Girl works was filled with anticipation and anxiety. I was worried she would be able to tell from the expression on my face that I had been lusting after her in my early morning dream. Approaching her desk, she looked up at me with those lovely eyes and sexy smile. I looked directly at her and gave her a wink. It was the clearest signal I ever gave her that I was interested in more than a passing smile. She seemed taken aback but continued to look at me as I walked by. "I conducted my business at the plant but was terribly distracted and anxious over winking at her. I convinced myself that I had created the whole thing in my mind, just as Dr. Horowitz suggested. As I was leaving the building, I fearfully avoided eye contact with her, but she called me over, telling me that she had taken a message for me. I grabbed it sheepishly and walked off reading it while trying to hide my embarrassment for being so forward with her. As I walked away reading the note, I was shocked to read, "Call me 219-688-7937." "When I called the number, I was amazed at how sexy and inviting she sounded on the phone. She explained that it was very unlike her to be so forward with men, but that she had an erotic dream about me this morning and felt that she could no longer ignore her attraction to me. I explained that I too was powerfully attracted to her, had coincidentally also dreamed of her this morning, and wondered if I could see her later that night. With a quick exchange of information, I was set to come to her apartment at 8:00 p.m." When he arrived at her apartment, she opened the door wearing stunning silk white pajamas and black pumps. "Oh my, you look absolutely beautiful!" Jack declared. Debbie threw her arms around Jack's neck and kissed him passionately. Nibbling gently on his ear, Debbie whispered, "I've wanted you from the first day you walked into the building." Jack ran his hands along her back and squeezed her soft ass. The silkiness of her pajamas enhanced the feel of her soft cheeks. He reached forward to run his hand along her crotch, and as he did so, he could feel her silky slit through her pajamas. She moaned and whimpered with surrender that he found wildly exciting. Jack kissed her passionately while rubbing her pussy through her silky coverings. She leaned against the wall of the entryway as he continued to rub her and press his body against hers. Jack stepped back for a moment to throw off his clothes in a heated fury. When he pulled down his pants, she gasped at the sight of his cock. She reached down to grab his balls and then turned the tables on him. She now had Jack pinned against the front door, groping him and kissing him with reckless abandon. With his clothes tossed around her entryway, she led him to the dining room table and sat on the edge, laying back to offer her sweet pussy to him. Jack thought that Debbie's pussy was absolutely gorgeous and everything he imagined. Her little kitten was shaved clean, and her engorged vaginal lips seemed to be reaching out to greet him. When she spread her lips for him, Jack sighed with delight at the pink flesh being offered. He sat on the dining room chair, spread her legs further apart, and feasted on her pussy. Jack thought to himself, "Shit, her pussy is absolutely delicious." He took long, slow licks, running his tongue from her vaginal opening up to her clitoris. She had a lovely little clit that peeked out from its hooded covering. He sucked it like a little cock, bobbing his head on her now enlarged gland." "Fuck me, Jack," she declared. Jack stood up and slipped his cock into her while she pushed herself to the edge of the table. His cock slipped easily into her drenched pussy. He grabbed her hips and thrust his cock deep into her. He could hear her whimper, while her movements begged for more. "Yes, Oh god yes!" she begged. As Jack continued to slide his cock in and out of her, she sat up a bit and reached for his shaft, pushing him away from the table and leading him by his cock to the living room. She knelt down in front of Jack and stroked his cock gently. He felt himself ready to cum, but she stopped stroking and lay back on the floor, spreading her pussy lips and panting breathlessly. "Cum on my pussy, Oh please cum on me baby," she moaned. Debbie lay back completely spread and exposed to Jack. He stroked his cock while gazing at her beautiful erect nipples and her pink flesh. "Here it comes baby, here it comes for you," Jack panted. Jack gasped, "Oh god!" as he pressed his cock on her slit and spilled a huge hot load all over her luscious pussy. Debbie moaned a delicious moan, and rubbed Jack's cum all over her pussy. She then started masturbating herself furiously. "Stick it in my mouth while I cum," she demanded. Jack crawled over to her, positioning himself over her mouth as she took him in. She sucked his cock while fingering herself. Jack could see her powerful contractions. She jerked violently, as if her entire body was caught in a spasm. She released her grip on his cock and lay limp on the floor. This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship between two formally painfully shy people.