1 comments/ 31307 views/ 1 favorites Christina's Special Delivery By: Christina Samuels Early last summer, Aaron decided to burn a little comp time and spend a few days de-stressing before the start of his favorite audit. Tax season had been a bear, and since we were both in desperate need of a long weekend at our favorite little bed and breakfast, the plan was for the two of us to sneak off together. Unfortunately, a major snag on my favorite audit scuttled our plans, so rather going off alone, Aaron decided to stay home and enjoy the comforts of our newly-constructed backyard deck. It was Thursday evening. I was hot, tired and thoroughly disgusted with the sloppy bookkeeping of the Medieval Knights and Maidens Association. The only good thing was . . . I'll save that for later. "The prime rib should be done in about a half hour." Aaron said, after a long, wet kiss. "Good. Then I have time for a shower." "Could you take one later? I want you to help me pick the best photo to enter in the calendar contest." For each of the last three years, Aaron had taken first place in the annual photo contest sponsored by our local chamber of commerce. This year's theme was: People Doing Their Jobs. The possibilities that Aaron had been mulling over included everything from the bikini-clad girls at the Venus Carwash detailing a car, to our town's buxom lady cop making a bust, to his favorite wife (me) teaching her kick-boxing class down at the Y. (See a pattern here?) I could only imagine which shot he had settled on. "So. Which member of your dream-team did you con into posing?" I asked. "My dream-team?" "Your harem?" Aaron scowled, and shook his head. "Sorry. Who did you get?" "Our mail carrier, Lori." Carefully, he spread out six prints that followed the girl-next-door beauty going step by step through the process of delivering our mail. Knowing Aaron's taste in women, I was not the least bit surprised by his last-minute choice. "Tell me about her." I said. Aaron leaned back against the kitchen island and stared lustfully into space. "Let's see. Where to begin?" "How old is she? "Thirty." I studied the pictures. I couldn't believe this diminutive knockout was that old! At best, I would have guessed her to be in her early twenties! "Is she married?" Aaron nodded. "With three kids." "Three kids?! With a body like that?!!" "Jealous?" Were I the jealous type, this hot-little-number would most definitely have earned my undivided attention. "Of course!" All cattiness aside, Lori is a natural beauty. But I doubt she knows it. At five-foot-three, she is definitely petite. Her hair is shoulder-length: coal black – that for the shoot – she was wearing pulled back in a pony tail. Her eyes are dark brown, and sparkle with a playfulness that I'm sure (when coupled with her disarming smile and deep dimples) captured my darling's heart. To complete the image: her breasts are full, and nicely shaped; though her short-sleeve, blue and white uniform blouse does little to emphasize them. Her waist and hips are slender, and her legs extremely trim. Her khaki shorts were not too short, but did do an excellent job of accentuating her ass-sets. "So what do you think?" my lover asked excitedly. "I think you have another winner." I said. "When I first saw her," he blurted out, "all I could think was 'Wow! She could deliver for me anytime!' If I weren't married to such a HOT babe as you, that is." he added, backpedaling rapidly "Yeah . . . Right . . ." The lecherous look on Aaron's face when he confessed his initial thoughts about our sexy little mail carrier, was priceless! How I kept from laughing out loud, I don't know. But what I do know, is that after helping my love pick out the best photo to enter, I came up with the perfect scheme to give my darling the ultimate fantasy-cum-true . . . * * * * * * * * * * It was just past ten thirty on Friday morning when I wrapped up my audit of the Medieval Knights and Maidens Association (a full hour and half ahead of schedule – the only good thing from the day before). With as little fanfare as possible, I packed my audit bag and headed off to the mall to set my plan in motion. Without spoiling the story to cum, let me say that this girl-on-a-mission was hell-bent on transforming herself from an ultraconservative CPA, into Lori's twin sister. So, with credit card in hand, I headed straight to Old Navy for a pair of khaki shorts and a blue and white blouse. "Welcome to Old Navy! How may I help you?" The bubbly salesgirl – with her cargo pants and crop top – looked like a walking advertisement for the store, and just the person I needed to help me find the key pieces of my new wardrobe. "I need a pair of shorts: khaki; and a blue and white blouse: short sleeves." "Follow me . . ." Less than five minutes later, I was checking out with my purchases, and was on my way up the escalator to my friend Joy's Shear Magic for an inexpensive, shoulder-length, black wig. "Hi Chris. What can I do for you today?" Joy said. "I need a wig. Black; shoulder-length?" "Are you and Aaron going to a costume party, or something?" "Or something." I said with a wink. "I have just the one . . ." Another five minutes; and it was time for a quick stop at Victoria's Secret for a front-hook bra and bright red thong. Three minutes more, an even quicker stop in the ladies room to transform myself into Aaron's latest, greatest, walking, talking, fucking wet-dream. I closed the last button on my blouse, then glanced down at my watch: one o'clock on the dot. I folded my suit, then stuffed it and the rest of my clothes into the Old Navy shopping bag. A brief check of my look in the mirror, before setting a new record in covering the twelve miles back home. As I turned down our street, I passed my inspiring twin getting into her government-issued mail truck. I smiled to myself as thoughts of all the sexy, erotic things to cum raced through my mind. I couldn't help but wonder what Lori would think if she knew what her long-lost evil sister was about to do in her stead . . . * * * * * * * * * * I parked my car three doors down, and walked slowly back to the house. I drew a deep breath, stepped up on the porch and rang the bell. A minute; maybe two, passed. Aaron came to the door. "Mister Samuels." I said, "I have this special delivery letter for you. May I come in?" Aaron's eyes darted over me. His expression was a mix of surprise, amusement, curiosity and confusion. "Sure; Miss?" "Lori." I said. My love smiled and shook his head. "Lori?" I pushed passed him, and found my way into the living room. Aaron closed and locked the door behind me. "What time does your wife get home?" I asked. "Not for hours." I laid the envelope I had brought as a prop on the entry table, and walked to the foot of the stairs. "Are the bedrooms up there?" I asked. "What's going on?" Aaron asked. "Didn't you once say that I could deliver for you anytime?" "Lori." "Who else?" I said. That lecherous smile. "Okay." "You never answered me. Are the bedrooms up there?" "Yes." I took Aaron by the hand and lead him up the stairs. When we reached the top, I dragged him into the guest room and quickly threw back the covers. With a wink, I began to unbutton my blouse. Aaron took of his t-shirt and tossed it aside. I stepped forward and raked my nails across his bare chest. "Would you like to help me off with my bra?" I asked. Aaron expertly opened the front closure, then slid his fingertips over my breasts, pushing my bra aside. I shrugged my blouse and bra from my shoulders and let them fall to the floor. My love unbuckled my belt, then opened my shorts. I returned the favor. He kicked off his shoes. I, mine. Aaron pushed his shorts and boxers down, over his sexy butt, setting free his thick, beautiful cock. As slowly and seductively as I could, I eased my shorts over my hips and let them slide to the floor. I stepped out of them and put my arms around Aaron's neck. A long wet kiss. Aaron peeled off my thong. I ground my now naked pubes against his growing hard-on. "I don't have much time." I said, "So let's make the most of it." Aaron put his hands on my waist and lifted me off my feet. Moments later, I found myself laying in the middle of the bed with my darling's talented mouth pressed hard against my pussy. He urged my legs wider apart. His fore and middle fingers held me open. His tongue dragged over my clit. His thumb slowly pushed back its hood. A series of butterfly licks sent luscious shockwaves running through me. I reached down and pulled him closer. His lips circled my clit. Gently; oh so gently he began to suck; teasing me with his tongue. The first of many orgasms washed over me. "Oh god!" That talented tongue left me; replaced by three even more talented fingers that began a mind-blowing, rapid-fire finger-fuck that drove me further over the edge. My pussy was soaked with cum. Aaron's probing tongue was back, dancing over my inner walls. He crawled up. Our lips met. Our tongues danced. He offered me a taste of my own cum. I accepted. "Lori." he whispered, "Get on your hands and knees. I want to take you from behind." Aaron moved off me, and I eagerly complied. As I got into position, I couldn't help but wiggle my butt back and forth, teasing, enticing Aaron to fuck me like there was no tomorrow. I dropped down onto my forearms. My love moved behind me and entered me quickly and easily. "Oh baby! Your pussy's so nice and tight!" I reached back between my legs and skimmed my nails over his balls. Aaron grasped my hips and rocked me back and forth on his beautiful, thick cock. For what seemed an eternity, he treated me to a slow fuck. Without warning, he stopped all motion and held still inside me. His fingertips danced along my sides. Lightly; ever so lightly he traced the curves of my breasts. A scrumptious chill covered them with goose bumps. My nipples grew hard. Aaron's fingertips circled my areolas. Gently, he rolled my nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Fiery kisses burned my shoulders. His left hand drifted back along my quivering sides, down to my mound. He pressed the heel of his hand against my neatly trimmed pubes and treated me to a most sensual massage. "Lori? Do you like to be on top?" he asked. "Don't all girls?" Aaron slipped his beautiful cock from me. As we had so many times before, we writhed into my favorite position. I knelt astride my darling. Slowly, I settled back, pinning his throbbing cock between us. Teasingly, I dragged my pussy along his full length. He cupped my breasts and pressed his thumbs hard against my nipples. Shifting my weight, I worked him deep inside me. I leaned forward as if waiting for a kiss. Instead, I traced his lips with the tip of my tongue. "Lori; you are such a tease." I stole a long, wet kiss. "Our time is running short." I said, "Your wife will be home soon, and I have my route to finish." I lifted my hips, then slowly slid back down my sweet's full length. Again. Again. And again. "Beg me to fuck you." I whispered, "Tell me how much you want to fill my tight pussy with your hot cum." I settled my full weight down on his delectable cock. He ran his fingertips over my breasts. "Okay." he whispered back, "Cum on; Lori. Fuck me. Fuck me for all your worth. Let me fill that velvety pussy of yours. Please baby. Cum on you sexy thing. Fuck me. Fuck me like there's no tomorrow." Slowly. Oh so slowly, I lifted my hips. Even more slowly I lowered myself back down. "Does your sweet wife give it to you this good?" "Nobody's as good as you." I leaned forward for another kiss. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my back with Aaron still inside me. I drew my knees up and locked my ankles. I pulled us together and stole a deep, long, wet kiss. Aaron set a quick, shallow, urgent pace. I came almost instantly. "Your pussy is so tight! So hot!" I drew my legs up higher. Aaron hooked his elbows behind my knees and took me hard and deep. Wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. His pace increased. Our carnal scent filled the air. My darling was nearing the edge. A final, deep thrust. His cum began to fill me. * * * * * * * * * * Aaron slipped on his shorts, then reached for his shirt. I pulled on my thong, and took my time manipulating it into place. The doorbell rang. I finished dressing as Aaron went to answer it. "Lori." I heard my lover say. "Hi Aaron. Is Christina home?" a soft, sexy voice said. "No. She isn't." Curiosity had the better of me. As silently as I could, I crept to the top of the stairs and peered down. Lori stood just outside the door. I strained for a better view. "I have an express mail envelope for her." she said. "Can I take it?" Aaron asked. "Of course." Aaron checked the return address then laid it on the library table next to the door. "Why didn't you give me this before; with the rest of the mail?" "We have a substitute sorter this week and she had it in with Sunsations Tanning's stuff. I didn't realize it until I was up there. Well. Gotta go. You will see your wife gets it, won't you?" "As soon as she cums home." I finished tying my shoes, then headed downstairs. "Did you put her up to that?" Aaron asked. "Nope. But I'll tell you what: her timing couldn't have been any better; because the look on your face right now is priceless . . ." Christina's Special Delivery Ch. 02 When the Chamber of Commerce announced the winner of the photo contest last fall, as predicted, Aaron's pix of our sex-pot-of-a-mail-carrier took first place. For his effort, my love received a $100.00 cash prize -- which he split with Lori -- the "honor" of having his shot appear on the calendar cover, as well as the "privilege" of selecting which month that her beguiling image would grace. As to the latter, he picked May. Why the month of May? In our profession -- that of public accounting -- the first four months of the year are pure hell. The hours are long; and vacations are forbidden fruit. And oftentimes, the only thing that keeps us going is the knowledge that cum May first, it's playtime! So what better choice could there be? Anyway, when April thirtieth rolled around . . . "Do you know what day tomorrow is?" Aaron asked, sounding like a little kid on Christmas Eve. "Monday?" I replied, ignoring the obvious. "May first!" he said with a disappointed frown. I continued to play dumb. "So?" Aaron took down the calendar and turned the page. He held it so I could see, smiled, and tapped the picture of the little seductress. "How could I have forgotten?!" I laughed. My darling ignored me and studied Lori's smiling face. "You might find this hard to believe," he said, "but she could have her way with me." "Could she?" He nodded enthusiastically. I closed my eyes and slowly shook my head. He studied her a bit longer, looked at me with the silliest grin on his face, then said: "Do you think if I told her she had a fabulous body she'd hold it against me?" "Before or after she'd spray you with her can of mace?" "Either. . ." At that moment, I knew that "Lori" was going to have to pay my dear husband another visit. The only question was how to set the stage. . ****************************** As the days wore on, the task of cumming up with the perfect plan for "Lori part II" was turning out to be more than a little problematic. Although the ideas were flowing freely, the process of getting it all to gel was giving me fits. The pressure was on. The month of Lori; I mean May, was rapidly nearing its close. My self-imposed deadline was looming. I needed to make some firm decisions. Fast. To that end, I decided to tackle the hardest one first, and headed to the mall to pick-out the perfect outfit for my alter-ego to wear. . . . ****************************** I had just entered my favorite dress shop when the sound of Lori's voice caught my attention. "Hi Chris!" "Hi, celebrity." Lori turned bright red. Why didn't that surprise me? "How does it feel being the center of attention?" I asked. "Kinda nice." she said with that dynamite smile, "I can't get over how many people have gone out of their way to tell me how much they like the picture!" "Aaron did do a good job." I said, "But he had a pretty nice subject to work with." "Can I ask a favor?" Lori said, her tone suddenly serious. "Sure." "Would you help me pick out a dress? Something special?" she said softly, "My tenth wedding anniversary is a couple weeks away. To celebrate, I made dinner reservations at the Fox and Hound." "Pretty romantic place." I said. "I know." she said, with a giggle, "That's why I picked it. I want this to be an evening that my husband and I will remember for a long time. But my closet is a little sparse." For such a noble cause; how could I refuse? "I'd be glad to help you pick something out." I said. "You would? Thanks!" Lori's enthusiasm was contagious, and inspiring. As she outlined her plans, mine began to fall into place. "Before we get started," I said, "I've got a personal question to ask." "Okay." The hesitation in her voice was not unexpected. I spoke softly. "Do you have any tan lines that would stand-out if you wore something backless?" Her blush, which had just begun to fade, grew. "I don't have any tan lines." she said softly, "My sister owns a tanning salon, and . . . I . . . well . . ." "Tan in the all-together?" Her blush grew even more. "Yes." she whispered. "Don't be embarrassed." I said, "A couple years ago we put a private deck off our master bedroom so I could sunbathe au naturel." "Outdoors?!" I smiled and gave a quick nod. "You ought to try it sometime." "I don't know . . ." I changed the subject. "What's your favorite color? In clothes, I mean." "Light blue . . . pale pink . . . yellow." "I think I have the perfect dress!" I said, "I was looking at it last week." "What's it like" Lori asked. "Darling! It's got a ruched, halter top with a plunging neckline that will do a nice job showing off your . . ." "My boobs?" I nodded. "It's backless," I continued, "and breaks just above your butt. The hemline flows from left to right, and shows just a little bit of thigh." "Sounds perfect!" It was. Fifteen minutes later, we were standing at the checkout counter with her selection in hand: a size two, in pale pink. Talk about an easy sell! "Where to next?" she asked. "The shoe store. . ." As we made our way down the mall, Lori confided how nervous, yet excited she was about the evening to cum. "It's been so long since my husband and I have spent any romantic time together," she said, "I'm not sure I can pull this off." "Lori." I whispered in my sternest voice, "With that body; and those fabulous legs, he'll be the one 'pulling things off'. All you'll have to do is remember that good things cum to those who wait. With an emphasis on 'cum'." "I don't know . . ." she said, more flustered than I'd intended. "I do. Now let's find the perfect pair of shoes to drive him wild!" "Okay. . ." she said, her enthusiasm returning. With the shopping muses on our side, the task was a simple one. In less than ten minutes, Lori was laying down her plastic for a pair of hot-pink, high-heeled sandals that did a fabulous job of accentuating her great legs. Another easy sell. "I can't thank you enough!" she said, giving me a quick hug. "Hey. No prob! It was fun. . ." Which was no lie. "I'll let you know how things turn out." she said, giving me another quick hug, before we parted company. She to go grocery shopping. Me, to retrace our steps and likewise expand my own wardrobe. . ****************************** Upon occasion, I am (rightfully) accused of being over-elaborate in my erotic scheming. I can't help it. And I'm not sure I want too. After all: the thrill of the hunt? Anyway . . . By the time Lori's anniversary rolled around -- Tuesday, June 21st -- I had everything in place for one wild evening of fun, games, intrigue and sex! A simple email set it all in motion. "Hi heart-breaker," I wrote, "If you're, up, for a good time; a really good time, how about meeting me in the lounge at the Fox and Hound around six o'clock? Love you, Lori." My hand was shaking when I hit "send". I waited. Impatiently. My secretary buzzed me. "Aaron on line one." she said. I took the call. "Hi babe." he said. "Hi! Did you get my . . ." He cut me off. "Joe just walked in so I'll have to keep this short. I forgot to tell you, but I have a meeting tonight and won't get home til late. I'll give you a call if I get a chance." My heart sank. "Okay." I said. "Love you." he said. I hung up the phone and slumped in my chair. Disappointment/ frustration/ anger filled me. I hadn't counted on this. Fuck! It wasn't fair! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!!! My mind raced: trying to 'think' a way around this. A moment, maybe two passed. That familiar tune announcing a new email caught my attention. Half-heartedly, I moved the mouse and 'clicked' to maximize the screen. The message was from Aaron. I read: "My darling Lori, I just handed Chris a line about working late. She bought it! See you at six." That little prick! . ****************************** With my heart pounding, I hurried home and retrieved my; I mean, 'Lori's', new outfit from its hiding place. Quickly, I got dressed. (The ruched, halter top dress; my black wig; a pair of high-cut french panties; white stockings; high-heeled, hot-pink sandals.) I stared into the mirror. Shot myself a smug grin. The tawdry side of me wanted to call Lori to let her in on my little plan, and make sure she hadn't made any last minute wardrobe changes. Impulsively, I reached for the phone, then realized I didn't have her number. "Damn!" I heard myself say aloud. I turned my attention back to the mirror. Gave myself the once-over twice. Images of Lori emerging from the dressing room flashed in my mind. Had I succeeded in transforming myself into her identical twin? Would everything cum off without a hitch? My pussy was dripping with anticipation. I took a deep breath, then headed out the door . . . . ****************************** It was a little past 5:30 when I arrived at the Fox and Hound. My friend Carole -- manager of the upscale restaurant -- was winding up her nightly pep-talk to her staff. I waited patiently until she finished. "Chris; Amber, come on back to my office." Carole said. The twenty-one year-old blonde hottie and I followed her down the hallway. "Lori didn't cancel?" I blurted out. Carole smiled, and shook her head. "No." She turned her attention to Amber, "Did you put the reserved sign on the corner table like I asked?" "Yes!" she replied with a smile, and knowing wink to me. "I take it you're going to be my husband's waitress?" I said. A silly smile and quick nod by Amber. Her impressive, braless chest jiggled seductively. "Carole filled you in on what I want you to do?" I asked. Another quick nod. "And you're okay with that?" "As long as you're willing to pay." Amber said. "Remember; both of you," Carole said, "if we get busy out there, all bets are off. Understood?" "Understood." we said in unison, our enthusiasm only slightly dampened. "Okay, then. Have fun." Amber and I walked out to the servers' station and waited. Minutes felt like hours. Aaron finally arrived. "That's him!" I said excitedly. Amber hiked her skirt a little higher and opened the top two buttons of her blouse. Like a street-walker going after a John, she strutted out to the lounge and escorted my darling husband to the table I'd reserved. I watched, as she leaned forward to take his order. I had to laugh as he struggled to maintain eye contact. Momentarily, she returned. "He is one sexy guy!" she said. "I know." I said, trying to hide my school-girl's excitement, "What did he say?" "He wanted to know if you were here yet." Amber answered. "What did you tell him?" "That you weren't." "Perfect! When you take him his ginger ale, tell him to keep his eye on the door." "How did you know what he ordered?" "Lucky guess. Now go!" I checked my watch. It was almost six o'clock. Lori and her husband would be arriving any minute. Amber opened another button on her blouse, then delivered the message. As before, my dear Aaron struggled to maintain eye contact. I smiled at his; discomfort. Then laughed as he watched Amber's every wiggle as she walked over to the bar, and finished setting-up for the evening. A minute, maybe two passed. As instructed, Aaron kept an eye on the door. The other, followed Amber's every move. Right on time, Lori and her husband walked in. Talk about gorgeous! My mirror-image looked unbelievable! And yes, she was my mirror-image: same hair; dress; and shoes. I shifted my attention back to Aaron. His jaw dropped when he saw her. Luckily, he recovered before she looked his way. As if on cue, Lori smiled, then waved, and took her husband over to make introductions. Perfect! "It's a toss up who fills out the dress better." Carole said, peering over my shoulder, "But I think she has the edge." "I think you're right." I confessed. Aaron stood and shook hands with Lori's husband. For the first time, I got a good look at the love of her life. He was a little taller than she: five-six, maybe five-eight. His hair was light brown, with a professional cut. He was slim, and filled out nicely his pin-stripe suit. All in all, a very handsome guy! The door to the servers' area swung open. I stepped back just in time. Amber stared at me with a puzzled look. She turned; stared at Lori. Back to me. Back to Lori. Back to me. "You two could pass for sisters!" "That was the idea." I said. "You even have on the same dress! How weird is that?" I took the note I had written earlier and casually tucked it inside Amber's Blouse. To my surprise, the heat radiating from her breast was a rival to that radiating from my own. She smiled and held out her hand. "My fee?" I searched my purse for a fifty. I started to hand it over, then changed my mind and gave it to Carole. For safe keeping. "When you've earned it." I said. Amber pushed the note past the curve of her breast, then adjusted her blouse. She leaned on the door and stepped back out into the lounge. Like before, she strutted to Aaron's table. "Is she going through with it?" Carole asked. I nodded, then watched as she slowly opened the remaining buttons of her blouse and leaned forward. The look on my darling's face was beyond priceless! With a bit of trepidation, he reached out and retrieved the note. Right on cue, Amber straightened, then nonchalantly opened her blouse completely. Her pert, young breasts spilled out. Aaron's eyes focused; where else? She glanced my way, then leaned forward and rested her hands on the table. I tried to read her lips as she spoke. No use. Aaron's eyes grew wide. The expression on his face said 'what the hell?!'. I could see the wheels turning. Almost timidly, he reached out and caressed her silver-dollar sized areolas. Talk about getting my money's worth! A moment; maybe two, passed as my darling's touch explored the unfamiliar flesh. Amber straightened, then buttoned her blouse, winked, and blew Aaron a kiss, before going back to work. I watched as he read the note, remembering each word: "A slight change in plans. Finish your drink, then get in your car and meet me at the Coldwell Inn. Hugs and Kisses, Lori." His hands were still shaking as he picked up his glass and raised it to his lips. I gave Carole a quick hug and thanked her for her assistance. "Don't forget to give Amber the fifty." I said, "She definitely earned it!" . ****************************** While Aaron regained his; composure, and finished his drink, I quickly drove the mile and a half to the Coldwell. Filled with anticipation, I hurried inside and staked-my-claim to an old marble column that stood near the ornate fountain that was the centerpiece of the lobby. I leaned against the cool stone, folded my arms and crossed one ankle over the other. I waited. Not very long. The lobby door opened and Aaron stepped inside. He spotted me immediately. A broad smile crept across his face. I unfolded my arms, then sauntered over and invited a hug. As anticipated, he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. "Lori, you look fabulous!" he said. "Why, thank you." His hands drifted down to my butt. A gentle squeeze, simultaneously, of each cheek. "How about we skip dinner and head straight for desert?" he said. "Sounds good to me!" . ****************************** Aaron closed and locked the door to our suite. He loosened his tie and opened the top button of shirt. I tossed my purse onto the couch, then sat down on the edge of the bed and seductively crossed my legs. He sat down in the over-stuffed chair, took off his tie and opened his jacket. "You're to much!" he said. "Whatever do you mean?" I said in my sweetest, most innocent sounding voice. "The cocktail waitress. Lori. Her husband. That dress." I smiled and batted my eyes. "I don't know about you, Chris." "Chris?" "Lori." I leaned back on my hands and recrossed my legs, making sure the hem of my dress rode up. He studied me with a lecherous eye. "Strip for me; Lori." "Okay." I stood, and contemplated the choreography. The only thing I knew for sure, was that the show was going to be a short one. But we both knew that. I stood, reached back and opened the zipper that snugged the dress to my waist. Slowly, I swayed my hips side to side. "Quit stalling." The growing bulge in Aaron's pants caught my attention. He saw where my gaze had landed, and slowly dragged his hand across my prize. I unhooked the clasp that held the halter-top. More swaying. An improvised hula. Awkwardly, I eased the dress downward, trying to maintain the tease. My darling's patience were waning. My desires: building. I let the dress drift to the floor. It puddled at my feet. I felt completely naked, though my panties, stockings, and heels contradicted me. "On the bed." he commanded. Slowly, seductively, I crawled onto the bed and lay back. My darling stood and quickly undressed. His cock was as hard as could be. The head glistened with pre-cum. He approached; knelt next to me and took hold of the waistband of my panties. "Raise your hips." I did, and he peeled them from me. Down my legs and off. I lowered my hips. With a coarseness most unfamiliar, he ran his left hand along the outside of my right thigh . . . down to my knee; calf; ankle. He paused, then clumsily slipped off my shoe, as if doing so for the first time. A raised eyebrow: from him. A seductive wink: from me. Effortlessly, he rested my stocking-clad foot on his shoulder, then skillfully caressed my stocking down (or was that up?), to my ankle. Then, with a magic well practiced, he bared my foot. A little kiss to its top. A new sensation. Another kiss: this time to my instep. Another novelty. "You have very pretty feet, Lori." he said. "So nice of you to notice." Another raised eyebrow (from him) as he lowered my leg back to the bed. Almost casually, his hand brushed my pussy; then followed the contours of my left leg. Downward. As before, he awkwardly removed my shoe. With a feigned clumsiness: my stocking. A series of kisses to my naked foot. The final; on the tip of my big toe. It was erotic. A fetish that had lay dormant? A special treat for "Lori"? It mattered little. The heat between my legs was building. My need . . . my desire, to have that beautiful cock sliding in and out of me was growing ever greater. Aaron's cock was straining when he lay next to me. I moaned softly as his hand ran rough-shod over my breasts. Even louder as his fingertips raked the underside of my sensitive flesh. Gasped, when they encircled my left, and squeezed. "Am I hurting you, Lori?" I wet my lips and tried to speak; but couldn't. His grip tightened, nearing the threshold. "Am I?" I closed my eyes and reveled in the moment. I managed to shake my head 'no', as another soft moan found its way past my lips. Holding me tight, the tip of his tongue traced the circumference of my areola. The sensations were familiar; yet, not so familiar. He released his grip. Hot kisses seared my throat. An almost painful squeeze of my right. "Lori?" his lips brushed my ear as he spoke, "I'm going to enter you now." "Mmmm. I can hardly wait!" I whispered back. Like a tentative schoolboy, Aaron draped his left leg over mine. The head of his cock slid past my outer lips. His shaft followed. Inch, by delicious inch he entered me. I came almost instantly. "Your pussy is so smooth and tight." My heart was pounding. His left hand caressed my outer thigh, then drew my right leg upward: urging me onto my side. I didn't resist. Quite the opposite. My arms encircled him. I pulled him close. Our lips met. Our tongues danced. I wrapped my leg around him to bring him deeper, and deeper in. With each thrust, I pulled him closer. Our bodies were as one. It had been ages since we'd made love like this. Too long. Christina's Special Delivery Ch. 02 "Oooo, baby. Your cock feels so goooooood!" I breathed. Aaron continued his slow pace. With his left hand, he traced the cleft of my butt cheeks, upward, to the small of my back. He lingered. Traced ever smaller circles. His touch was so light. So rousing. I nudged my darling onto his back, remaining joined in the most intimate of ways. He closed his legs. I spread mine. I held still with him inside me. I couldn't help but giggle my delight. We kissed. More passionately than before. Hotter. Wetter. Hungrily, I sucked his tongue as if it were his cock. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. My breasts compressed against him, I dug my toes into the mattress and began to fuck him wildly. My 'thrusts' were very shallow, though rapid fire. "Oh god, Lori. Yes. Yes! Fuck me, Lori! Fuck me!" I kept 'thrusting', faster and faster. My calves began to burn. "Oh god, Lori! Yes. Yes!" Faster still. The burn intensified. "Lori. Lori! That's it! Oh baby, don't stop!" Hot kisses covered my face and neck. My toes lost their grip. Regained. I continued to fuck him as hard and fast as I could. The position was awkward. My 'thrusts': lacking, and unsatisfying. Fatigue won out. I lay still atop him. Our hearts were pounding in unison. Summoning all the energy I could, I managed to break-free and rise up on my hands. More energy to shift around and squat above his cock. Recklessly, I impaled myself. Aaron groaned his delight, then placed his hands on my waist to steady me. I rested mine on his chest, and began riding him like a woman-possessed! "Oh god Lori!" His eyes locked to mine. I quickened my pace. My breasts bounced wildly. My soaked pussy glided over and around his cock. Orgasms began cumming in waves. "Oh Lori. Lori. Lori! Fuck me. Oh god. Fuck me. Fuck me! Cum on baby, fuck me!" I raised and lowered myself as quickly as I could. My legs were growing weak. Without warning, they gave out, and I collapsed forward. In one smooth motion, Aaron rolled me onto my back. He knelt between my legs and pulled my pussy onto his cock. He leaned forward and rested his hands on my breasts. He began to take me hard and fast. "Yes. Yes. Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me!" I cried. His fingertips pressed hard into my breasts. I drew my knees up, wrapped my legs around him and dug my heels into the small of his back. He continued to fuck me. How he kept from cumming, I'll never tell. "You are so hot Lori! So fucking hot!" With each thrust, his cock teased the deepest reaches of my pussy. My orgasms kept cumming and cumming. Suddenly, his fucking stopped. Before I knew what was happening, he unhooked my ankles and unceremoniously rolled me onto my stomach. "Lori?" he said softly, "I'm going to fuck your ass." I started to protest. Forcefully, he filled my unsuspecting hole with his slick cock. "Aaaaaahhhhh!" I cried: half pleasure half pain. He held still inside me, then clamped my legs together using his. I tried to wriggle free. His weight bore down. His ankles locked atop mine. He grasped my wrists and held them high above my head. I was pinned beneath him. Stretched . . . filled. He began to fuck my ass like a madman-possessed. "Lori, your ass is so tight! So hot!" "Mmmmppphhhhh." I whimpered. He continued to fuck me hard and fast. "Lori. Oh god, Lori! I'm going to cum! I'm going to fill your ass with my cummmmmm!" . ****************************** A knock at the door. I closed one eye and peered through the peephole. A young man from room service stood on the other side holding a silver tray with the sandwiches we'd ordered. I drew a shaky breath, then opened the door, wearing nothing more than a smile. His eyes widened and darted over my just-fucked looking body. He focused on my breasts; then on my neatly trimmed pussy. "If you hang on a minute, I'll get your tip." I said. "That's okay." he said, with a hungry look, "Unless you want to let me join the fun, this enough of a tip." "Hmmm." I said, offering a glimpse of false hope, "Maybe another time. My pussy and ass are still a little sore from the fucking my lover just gave me." The young stud smiled and shook his head. I let the door drift close, then turned to see Aaron lightly stroking his stiffening cock. "Exactly how sore is that pussy of yours?" he asked. I set the tray on the table, then walked over to my love. "Not that sore . . ." . ****************************** Two weeks after my little sexcapade, I ran into Lori at the mall. It was noontime, and she insisted on treating me to lunch in the food court. With trays in hand, we went to a quiet corner and sat down. "I want to thank you for helping me pick-out the dress and shoes." she said. "My husband told me I never looked sexier!" "I'm glad." Slowly, Lori's face began to flush. She leaned forward and whispered: "After dinner, we went to the Coldwell and spent the entire night making wild, passionate love. It was fabulous!" "It's been a long while since Aaron and I have done that." I lied. "Chris, I can't tell you how many orgasms he gave me!" she whispered, "It was magical. He was so gentle. So attentive. He even made me cum by eating my cunny!" "You're one lucky girl!" I gushed, "One lucky girl . . ."