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Confessions of a Check-Out Chick

By: inkandchalk



Amber looked up at the large wall clock. It read 4:55. Only five minutes until freedom. The boys had collected most of the scattered shopping trolleys and corralled them into one place. They worked on releasing the supermarket security shutters and fastened them to the floor. 

One customer, a rotund lady in her late forties, waddled passed them, muttering, 'I need some milk. I'll be right back.'

Amber rolled her eyes and waited. Within minutes the lady returned with three cartons of milk securely pressed to her ample but sagging bosom under one arm. The other was attempting to reach her purse from the depths of a large shoulder bag. Amber swiped the three cartons over the bar code scanner and finalised the transaction. The lady paid in cash and quickly hurried away muttering about something else. 

Amber had just about met them all. Customers of all types and persuasions. Different sizes and shapes. Good looking and ugly. Sincere and dishonest. Every day there was someone who stood out from the rest. Today it had been a good looking but narcissistic guy in his early thirties. By the type and number of items he had purchased indicated that he was moving into new accommodation. Mops, buckets, cooking spices, frozen dinners, cleaning agents, tinned food, paper plates, etc.

Amber caught him eyeing her as he queued at the check out. She had seen the look before - catching men undressing her with their eyes - craving to see what was under the dark-blue tunic of the uniform she was required to wear. 

She smiled back at him quickly, if only to increase his anticipation.

By the time his turn had arrived to be served, he was keen not to let an opportunity like this pass him by.

'Hi there... how ya doing,' he opened with.

Amber just smiled back and continued to process his items.

'Cat got your tongue?' he asked with a dry smile.

'Nope,' was Amber's single word answer.

Not the least put off, he said, 'You have beautiful eyes – in fact beautiful everything...'

Amber smiled and said, 'Thank you Sir,' as she gave him a longer look.

He was cute, she agreed to herself. But there was a touch of over confidence in his manner, which she both liked and disliked. She wasn't sure about him. What he did next would push it either way. He dropped his car keys in front of her deliberately. The emblem of a prancing horse stood out. Bad move. Amber disliked guys that attempted to impress her by the type of car they owned. She paid no intention to the enticing move and quickly finalised his account and said, 'Are you paying cash or credit?'

Realising that his opportunity was about to pass, he pulled out his AMEX card and said, 'Put it on this, and, oh yeah – there's enough left for me to take you out to dinner tonight. Interested?'

Amber smiled a knowing smile. She kept him in suspense as she finished the credit transaction and watched him sign the chit. He looked at her waiting for a response.

'Well?' he asked.

Amber gave him his receipt, AMEX card, then looked him in the eyes. She let her full lips part slightly to reveal two perfect rows of white teeth, waited, then picked up his car keys and dangled them in front of him. 'Don't forget you're pretty horse, and hold onto the reigns real tight, 'cause that's all you're gunna ride tonight...'

Amber would get at least one of these approaches every day on average. She liked this guy because he was predictable. Some others were plain disturbing. Some men would touch her on her hand when she picked up grocery items for scanning. Other men would just leer at her. On one occasion, a disgusting old man played pocket billiards the whole time she was serving him. Part of the job she always put it down to.

Within five minutes after the muttering lady with the milk had left, Amber had balanced her till and stuffed the journal rolls and takings into the canvas security bag. Passing the bag to her supervisor, she smiled, said her goodbyes and walked out of the supermarket. The shopping-trolley boys were about to secure the last shutter, but instantly stopped as she walked past to drool on her shapely figure and confident walk.

Reaching her car, a dark green Mini Cooper, she unlocked the driver's door and threw her bag onto the passenger's seat. The first thing she did when seated was to reach down and untie the laces on her pumps. Sliding them off, and then her white socks, she stretched her perfect white toes.

Free at last, she thought.

The Mini's engine barked to life; the automatic selector was set to drive; Amber pressed on the accelerator with her big toe and the Mini moved out of the staff car park and onto the street.

Amber was tired. After four late nights in a row she was feeling it. She knew that if she didn't get sufficient rest soon, it would tell. Small dark rings would start to appear under her eyes; her skin would become dry; and, hopefully not, like last time – she would get a rash at the back of her long slender neck. She promised herself that after tonight, she would stay home for the next three nights and get some proper rest.

Arriving at her apartment, situated in a swank modern complex overlooking the river, she unlocked her front door and went inside. She dropped her pumps on the floor and let her bag down on top of them.

The apartment was exquisitely furnished. Expensive items purchased from the best furniture and electronics stores. The drapes were heavy and of fine texture. There were prints of her heroes on the wall. 

The Bang & Olufsen phone chimed three times. Amber walked towards it. The soft moist soles of her bare feet made padding sounds as she walked on the beautifully polished timber floor. She acknowledged the caller and stood listening for a moment.

'OK Honey... I'll be there at eight and I promise I won't be late - unlike last time, I promise. Is there anything special you want me to bring?'

Amber listened to the male caller's request and laughed, 'Naughty Nurse again! OK - Just for you Honey,' she answered, 'See you at eight sharp. Bye.' 

Amber hung up and looked at her watch. Just over an hour to spare. She walked into the bedroom and looked in the dresser mirror. The reflection showed a young twenty-something year old that stood about 5'9". She looked at her blood-shot eyes – a result from the day's work. Reaching for the eye drops she knew within minutes they would look substantially better. Her round and slender face had the softest snow-white skin. There was not a blemish to be seen. Her eyes were of darkest brown – bedroom eyes, a customer had told her once. Her hair was jet-black and styled into a cute pageboy bob. With her cute nose, it gave her face an intriguing geisha girl quality with a touch of the Roaring Twenties. She would have made the quintessential 'flapper girl' of the 1920's.

Amber walked into her well-equipped kitchen and retrieved orange juice from the fridge, poured a large glass and sipped from it.

The phone chimed again. The caller was inquiring on a date for a night next week. She agreed to the following Wednesday and scribbled out the details on a well-used note pad next to the phone. She hung up and sighed. Time for a long hot shower, she thought.

Amber's bathroom was huge. Complete with up-market fittings; double basins; ceiling to floor mirrors; enclosed toilet; separate shower recess and a large spa-bath. You might imagine Amber spending long periods of time enjoying its ambience. She unzipped the back of her tunic and let it fall to the immaculate white-tiled floor. She stepped out of the tunic and stood there for moment in her white bra and panties. Then with slender dainty fingers she reached behind and unclipped her bra strap, leaned forward and shook it down her arms into her hands. She slipped off her panties and threw them with the bra into the wooden antique laundry basket that was near the door.

Amber stood naked and looked to her reflection in the full-length mirror.

She had the most perfect breasts. And she knew it. They were well proportioned to the rest of her body and were identical in shape and fullness. They were ripe and firm and due to their natural shape hung magnificently in front of her. Soft rounded under sides, smooth white skin and well-toned breast muscles allowed Amber to admirably present them unfettered under a tight-fitting tee shirt. 

Her nipples were cushioned by soft cone-shaped honey coloured areoles. They took some stimulation to get hard, but when aroused they became cute extended buttons. Soft and pliable, they were very attractive to the mouth. The first instance when seen conjures the desire to suck long and softly on the areoles, then move the protruding button nipples between your teeth, as you gently pull on it whilst flicking your tongue back and forth. Finally releasing the hold to let it recoil back to its loving breast.

Amber's butt was also gorgeous. You could chew on it all night long and get off just on that alone. It always smelled fresh and babyish. It was a butt you would want to smack; chew; smother your face into, or screw all at the same time. It was so perfect that on occasions you might leave a blemish or bruise just to feel satisfied that nothing was meant to be that perfect.

Her mound was hairless, except for two finely preened vee-shape lines of dark blue pubic hair. The point of the vee emanated from the top of her pussy slit, with two meticulously defined forty-five degree angled hairlines that diminished as they reached either side at the top of her mound. From a distance, it looked like an arrowhead pointing directly to the hood of her clit. Amber spent a small fortune keeping her pussy smooth, shaved, dyed and chic. Her pussy lips were dainty and beautifully crafted. 

Amber had the flattest stomach one could wish for. An almost perfect belly-button, with a ruby stud covering its indent.

Her legs were long and slender, with well-formed muscles without a skerrick of fat. Her feet were beautiful and looked fantastic in any shoe - from flip-flops to open toed stilettos. Not too long and not too wide - they were just right. Amber didn't paint her toenails. She left them natural and that suited perfectly. Each toe was snow-white and formed to perfection, blending with each other proportionally in length and shape. Her toenails were trimmed short. The heels and the skin folds on her soles were smooth and moist. For some, it would not be difficult to instantly get a hard-on when you first laid eyes on them. Yes, even her feet, you could chew, suck or cum on all night, if you were that way inclined. From head to toe Amber was drop dead gorgeous.

Turning on the shower and waiting for the water to warm, Amber pulled on a shower cap, opened the shower glass door, and walked in under the warm invigorating water that sprayed from a large chromed showerhead overhead. Filling her hands with shower gel, she washed her arms and breasts, then ran her hands down between her legs to wash her pussy-lips and butt-hole.

Twenty minutes later she was done. She stood on the bathroom tiles towelling down her perfect skin that now had turned a rose pink from the hot water.

Another thirty minutes saw her with make-up on and fully dressed. She decided to wear a tight pair of designer denim jeans with red leather Italian sandals; a red bra and red silk sleeveless top. The red looked mesmerising against her snow-white skin and jet black hair.

She looked to the clock in her bedroom. In five minutes she needed to be gone. The phone chimed again, but this time she let it go to the answering machine.

Soon she was in the elevator going down to the basement car park, when she realised she had forgotten something. She swore and waited until the elevator reached its destination then punched her floor number in. The machine instantly responded and started to go up.

Quickly opening the apartment door, Amber walked briskly into her large walk-in wardrobe and flicked through the hanging clothes.

'Found it,' she said to herself unconsciously, as she removed the clothes and hanger from the rack. She lifted it up to the light to ensure it was not blemished, then put it to her body and looked into the mirror. It was the cutest and shortest nurse's uniform ever created. Once on, it would ride up just below Amber's crotch, and would provide unhindered movement of her legs in any position. Noticeably it had only two big buttons at the front. Even a blind man would be hard pressed not to locate and undo them, allowing the warm desirable flesh to spill out into his hands. A thin red belt promoted the curves at the right places, with a large zipper extending all the way down the back for quick removal when required. She carefully folded the uniform; picked out a pair of scuffed white shoes from a large box; found a pair of white stockings and matching suspenders in a drawer; and stuffed them all into a large black material bag.

Within ten minutes, Amber was driving her Mini through the traffic while she hummed to the radio. Another five minutes and she'd be there, right on time as promised.

Amber pressed the security buzzer for Apartment 22. A voice inquired, 'Is that you Amber?'

'Sure is.' 

The buzz and associated metal click of the door lock disengaging sounded immediately after. Amber pushed hard on the heavy oak door, which gave her access to the building's lobby. She walked briskly to the lift and pressed the up button. The lift doors opened and she walked in. At the second floor the doors reopened. Amber, carrying her black bag in toe, exited and headed for door number 22. She had been here about half a dozen times. She liked Nick and usually had an enjoyable time with him. Nick was a successful lawyer who handled major criminal cases – murder; rape; embezzlement; etc. He was a workaholic and had established a very successful legal practice over the past ten years. But his dedication had taken its toll. Divorce was one price he paid. That was three years ago and he had not entered into any meaningful relationship since then. He just didn't have the time, or the inclination for that matter. But, he had Amber, and for the present she was all he needed. He saw her every fortnight for an evening of unbridled sex and fantasy. 

On occasions, Amber stayed a bit longer than the agreed time, but only if she was enjoying herself. Most times she was in no hurry to leave Nick and usually stayed with him into the wee hours. Her rate was $1,200 for two hours. For that her client was able to do anything he liked, within reason. She picked her clients carefully and was scrupulous about sex hygiene. Some guys however, like Nick, she didn't insist on using a condom. In Nick's case, Amber was his only fuck at present and so he was a 'clean-skin' as she called him. He could put his cock anywhere in her without a thin film of rubber coming between them. Nick on his part, was happy with this arrangement, and with the exception of his rendezvous with Amber, stayed away from other women who might approach him. Amber was all he needed for now, and then some.

Amber knocked lightly on his door and after a short pause it opened.

'Hi Doll, how's my girl?' Nick smiled.

'Fine babe,' Amber purred back and lightly kissed Nick on his lips.

Nick's nose took in Amber's expensive perfume.

'I just love that smell,' Nick sighed. He looked down at Amber's sandals. 'And I like them too, but not as much as what's in them.'

Amber laughed, 'You and your foot fetish. I just don't know what to do with you.'

Nick was an attractive male, who maintained good fitness, although over the past few years he had put on weight which had collected around his stomach and back. The beginnings of 'love handles' were starting to appear. His hair was healthy light brown with greying at the temples. It gave him that distinguished gentleman look. Standing at six feet, with an attractive face he had the brains to go with it. Recently he had won a significant case for a client who was wrongfully charged with fraud. The case wound up yesterday and he was looking forward to quality time with Amber to celebrate.

Amber walked into the large and well-appointed living room. Nick followed her and went to the bar fridge, removed an ice bucket brimming with ice surrounding a chilled bottle of vintage Bollinger. 

'My favourite – yum,' Amber purred.

Instead of doing the party pop thing, Nick delicately removed the Bollinger's cork wrapping and securing wire, then slowly twisted the cork until he removed it without the preverbiable pop. A small hiss of escaping gas was all that was heard. This was the true way to open champagne. It keeps the gas in the wine longer, allowing for a much finer presentation in the crystal flutes he slowly poured it into. 

Passing a glass to Amber, she replied with, 'Merci Monsieur,' 

Nick filled his and then motioned for Amber to sit next to him on a large leather sofa that faced a lace curtained window, with views over a large tree-filled park opposite. It was early winter and the deciduous tress had all but relinquished their leaves to nature and stood gracefully naked patiently waiting for the spring sun to clothe them again. 

Amber flopped down on the sofa, took a sip from her flute, slid off her sandals, and tucked one leg under her as she waited for Nick to sit beside her.

'That's just what I needed,' Amber smiled as she took a longer sip of Bollinger.

Nick sat close beside her and put his hand on her bent knee. He took a long drink from the glass and relaxed back into the sofa. For the next twenty minutes they sat and talked about mundane things – traffic; his work; her family. Amber liked Nick for this. No rush. Nothing to prove. Building intimacy in a most civilised way. The Bollinger was now in Amber's veins and she was relaxed and energised.

'So, its Naughty Nurse again, eh,' she smiled giving Nick a cheeky grin.

'I'm just a hypochondriac for you babe,' Nick replied, leaning forward and kissing Amber more passionately. She let the kiss linger and gently bit his bottom lip as he withdrew, whilst stroking his thigh.

She then jumped up and said, 'OK, you just wait right here.'

Amber picked up her black carry bag and disappeared into the bathroom. Nick filled his glass and topped up Amber's.

After a short time, to Nick's obvious delight, she returned to the living room wearing her petite tailor made Nurse's uniform, complete with white suspender stockings and scuffed white-laced shoes.

'Surgery is open for business,' she said as she walked towards Nick with a cheeky grin.

She wore no bra or nickers, and Nick was able to get passing glimpses of her pussy as she approached him. He felt his cock growing and buckling between his legs. He shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, reached down into his trousers and pulled his member up straight towards his stomach. 

'Feeling uncomfortable?' Amber teased at his adjustment. 'I think I need to examine you to make sure you are haven't damaged anything,' she winked.

'Fine with me Nurse,' Nick replied.

Amber walked over to Nick and sat over his legs straddling him to the sofa. He could smell her freshly washed pussy and it turned him on. It always did. 

Amber put her arms behind Nick's neck and lent forward. Nick reached up and slowly undid the two large buttons on the front of her uniform. He parted the top wide open. Two magnificent breasts fell out before him, necessitating the immediate movement of Nick's hands to them. He looked at the beautiful shapes and then into Amber's eyes and said, 'They are just beautiful,' while gently rubbing and massaging each tit with the whole palm of his hands. 

Then his fingers took over and started to gently pull on her button nipples. He just adored seeing the soft areoles move out with the pull on the nipples. He repeated the process over and over, and felt his cock press against Amber's leg. Amber just lapped it up. Relaxed; no hurry; enjoying the intimacy with this fine gentleman. She moved her tits up to his mouth and he consumed them with relish. Long drawn out sucks and gentle bites on her areoles and nipples. She swapped one nipple for another to his lips and enjoyed seeing them swell and become firm from the attention that Nick was plying them.


Confessions of a Check-Out Chick



Amber selected her clients carefully. She wasn't into quick sex with transient men. She didn't need to be. She chose wisely and looked for charm; intelligence; and basic decency in a man. She preferred long-term engagements, but would dally in one-night arrangements, which wasn't that often and usually required a referral from a trusted contact. 

'That's so nice Honey,' Amber said as she watched Nick 's mouth at work. After a few more moments, Amber whispered in his ear, 'I think it's time I took you're temperature – don't you?'

'Yes nurse,' replied Nick as Amber lifted herself off his legs, spun around, got of the sofa and knelt on the floor between his legs. 'Now let's see here,' she said as her nimble fingers undid his trousers. She slowly pulled his fly down until it was fully open. Nick never wore underpants when Amber was due. Once the zipper almost caught the tough skin of his scrotum, but Amber was well prepared and careful. Nick's cock sprung up in front of her. She liked his cock. Circumcised; large knob; thick shaft; and about six or seven inches long. She entwined her fingers around it and pulled it down on an angle - its stiffness resisting the move.

'That's nice,' was all that Nick said.

Amber liked the shape of most men's cocks. See had seen a few in her life. She had learnt from trial or error what men liked and what they didn't. She started to twang it from side to side. This was something Amber always started with. She found that it induced a total erection on every male she did it to. It was a simple movement, where she would draw Nick's stiff cock right over to one side and let go. She liked seeing it spring back and forth until it stopped. Then she would pull it over to the other side and repeat the process.

After a two dozen of these Nick's cock was rock hard.

Amber held his cock shaft and then pressed her full soft lips on the top of his knob and gave it a long kiss, followed by a gentle bite.

'You're a devil in disguise Babe,' Nick moaned as she watched down at the pleasure being applied.

'I'm just Naughty Nurse,' answered Amber as she took Nick's knob into her mouth whilst looking up into his eyes. Nick groaned back.

For the next five or ten minutes Amber worked on Nick's cock. Licking; flicking and swirling her tongue all over his knob, whilst slowly stroking the shaft with her fingers. The only sound was the slurping from Amber's mouth as she applied more saliva and pressure, with the occasional groan of pleasure from Nick.

Nick's hands found Amber's tits again and he started to kneed each breast with slow rhythmic pleasure.

Amber stopped for a moment and drank some Bollinger. She then took another sip but kept it in her mouth. She could feel it effervescing inside. She went down on him again and let the Bollinger in her mouth leak out over his knob and down his shaft. Amber then took all of Nick's cock in her mouth. Nick groaned louder. It was champagne deep-throat. Holding her breath, she kept Nick's cock deep in her mouth for about thirty seconds, rocking her head from side to side and in small circles, listening to Nick's groans of pleasure. As she withdrew her mouth, she sucked long and hard on his shaft taking all remaining champagne with her. She looked up at Nick and swallowed.

'Do you think Madame Bollinger would approve with what we are doing with her champagne?' she winked with a cheeky grin.

'Absolutely,' was the only word Nick could muster. 

'Baby, there's still a lot more to come.' Amber stood up and looked down at Nick and his red pulsing cock, 'Let's give him a rest for a while.'

Amber took a few steps back kicked off her white shoes.

Nick regained energy, and said, 'Bring those feet to me babe.'

With her breasts still exposed, Amber sat at one end of the sofa while Nick moved to the other end. She lifted her legs up onto the sofa and moved her feet up to Nick's chest and parked them. Nick started to massage her feet through the white stockings. Pulling on the stockings at the end of each toe.

'I would die for your feet,' Nick joked as he reached for the suspender clips. 

Amber's perfect twat presented in front of him. But the great temptation was over-looked as Nick unfastened each suspender clip until all were loose. Then he slowly and gently rolled each stocking down until they each reached the top of Amber's ankles. They now looked like schoolgirl bobby socks.

'Oh so cute baby, so cute,' Nick said rubbing his hands on her soft soles.

His cock was still rock hard, and Amber knew it would remain so until she milked the hot white creamy stuff that was begging to be released.

Nick slowly and deliberated rolled each stocking down over her feet until it just covered her toes. He massaged and licked her heels and ran his hands up and down her smooth hairless legs, occasionally going that extra distance to dance his fingers softly over her upper thighs.

Now for the anticipated coup de grace. Nick rolled each stocking off and dropped them on the floor. 

'Baby, you are not allowed to have toes as beautiful as these. Where will I ever find specimens like this ever again?'

Amber just giggled.

Nick ran his fingers between each toe. He lifted a foot up to his mouth and took in each toe one by one. Sucking and lingering on with each one in his mouth. They came out wet and glistening. Amber's feet were an enviable size 6. The right size to take all toes into one's mouth at the same time. Nick indulged himself in this activity for some time, only pausing to take occasional sips of Bollinger, which he liberally moistened her feet with.

Amber knew she had sexy feet. She had been told so since starting to date at sixteen. Nick was her most ardent fan, and she got off on his fetish and allowed him to indulge as much as he wanted.

Nick moved her feet down to his throbbing member. Amber sat up. He positioned her feet between his cock, and started to move them up and down with his hands. Amber assisted with the rhythmic movement. Nick let go and watched as Amber maintained the rhythm. He reached over to the side table and took and small bottle of scented oil. Amber took it and drizzled it on his cock and her soles. This provided an immediate increase in pleasure. Nick moaned and lay back to watch and enjoy Amber's footwork. What a sight - seeing Amber's gorgeous feet and toes jerking him off, whilst behind them the vista of a magnificent vagina waiting for his undivided attention later in the evening. 

Nick was in heaven as he sipped the Bollinger, whilst he watched Amber work on his cock with her petite feet. Amber knew that he liked a long slow foot job and was happy to keep up the right amount of stroking pressure and lube to keep things nice and slippery. Amber worked on Nick with practiced skill. His cock was securely compressed between her soles and she stroked it slowly and deliberately. Occasionally she would move her two big toes over his knob and press down on it or circle the tip slowly.

Nick lay there very contented and watched while sipping his champagne. Amber had returned to stroking with her soles and continued this for another ten minutes. Nick took a sip and then started to make small involuntary grunt sounds. 

'I can feel it - I can feel it building Babe,' Nick whispered out loud.

'Then let the champagne flow Honey – right out of your dick,' Amber purred back.

That turned Nick on even more. 

'Oh Baby, you know the right words to get a man off and over the finish...' Nick stopped before he could finish, and said, "Oh baby – oh baby – oh – oh - here it cums...'

Amber felt Nick's cock stiffen more and then spasm. A shot of jizz spurted out from his cock's single eye. It shot straight up into the air a few inches and came drizzling down over her feet. . Nick groaned repeatedly and seemed short for breath. His head rolled back on the sofa. The next few strokes saw more cum spurts, not as forceful, but just as pleasurable for Nick. White hot creamy cum cascaded down over Nick's cock onto Amber's beautiful feet. Amber loved seeing jizz come out of men's cocks. Each time it was different. No two were ever the same. After a few more jerks of pleasure Nick put both his hands on Amber's feet as an indication to stop. He then clasped her feet and massaged his hot jizz into them; between her toes; on her soles and heels; and up her delicate ankles. He then flopped back on the soft armrest and wiped his hands over his exposed stomach. 

Amber eyed Nick with a cheeky look and said,' How you feeling Honey – I believe the operation went OK, and by-the-way your temperature is just fine,' she giggled.

She looked to her feet, which glistened with Nick's cum. 

'They sure smell cummy and creamy, and feel fantastic. Maybe we should bottle this muff smelling white stuff of yours and sell it as the best moisturiser there is,' she joked.

'I don't think so, you little minx. My cum is for you and you alone. Well, at least for the foreseeable future and while I can afford it,' Nick laughed.

'I'll be right back ', Amber purred as she wriggled off the sofa and went to the bathroom. She sat on the closed toilet seat and gently wiped her feet with a damp face cloth. Working between each toe, on to her soles and then up to her ankles. She needed to pee, so lifted the seat up, sat back and emptied her bladder. 'That's much better', she thought to herself.

Returning to the lounge room, Nick had also cleaned himself up and dressed. Amber had fastened her two big front buttons up but left her feet bare and exposed for Nick's visual pleasure.

Nick stood up from the sofa and smiled at Amber. 'Come here baby,' he gestured with open arms. Amber waltzed into his arms and let them envelop her. With Amber on cute tip-toes, they kissed passionately for a minute or so. Nick's tongue explored her inner mouth whilst in turn Amber reciprocated. Nick was hot with desire. Just being with Amber was a treat, not to mention the ecstasy of fucking her.

They let go of their embrace. Nick asked, 'Hungry? I've got some goodies in the refrigerator.'

'I'm starving Honey. I missed dinner."

'Ok then, how about freshly shucked oysters and another bottle of Bollinger?'

'Bring 'em on - You sure know how to get between a girl's legs, don't ya Nick,' Amber grinned as she lent forward and ran her long finger nails back and forwards over his spent cock, which still showed some signs of life from under his trousers.

'After a dozen oysters, I'll have him back to full attention before you know it,' Nick smiled as he walked into the kitchen.

Amber walked over to the audio system, selected a blues CD and put it on low volume. The soft sound of a clarinet emanated from the speakers.

Nick called out from the kitchen, 'With your oysters Babe – you want sauces or just salt and vinaigrette?'

'Salt and vinegar will do just fine', she said as she joined Nick in the kitchen. She gently rubbed his butt and lightly pinched a bit of flesh from one cheek. 

Nick turned and planted a kiss on her soft lips. He then went back to laying out the plump moist oysters in their shells onto a large white serving platter and added some greens as garnish. He looked back to her and said, 'You are the only woman that I can cum multiple times with in one night. Except for my early adolescence days, you have elevated my libido to heights I could only imagine.'

Amber said nothing. She watched Nick make the dressing; take napkins out of a drawer and withdraw another bottle of Bollinger from the refrigerator.

'Let's eat,' he winked.

'Looks great', Amber replied as she picked up the platter and they walked back to the sofa.

Time went lightly for Amber and Nick. They enjoyed the oysters. Nick cracked a joke - about the couple that ate six oysters together and only five worked. He opened the second bottle and they savoured the flavour of the ocean mixed with the grapes from France. Nick turned on the television to watch the late news edition, whilst Amber snuggled in under his arm and shoulder, while she slowly stroked his inner thigh with her fingernails.

With the news finished, Amber reached for the control and switched the TV off. 

She looked up into Nick's eyes with school girl innocence and said' 'Honey, it time for desert – and its my choice.'

'Alright Babe, what's it to be?'

'Well,' Amber said drawing out the last syllable of the word, 'A Honey like you, deserves honey for dessert'. 

'But I have my Honey – you,' Nick smiled, twirling one of her large front buttons.

'I mean real honey – you know from the bees and stuff.'

'You mean birds and bees, don't you?' Nick winked.

'You wait here,' Amber replied as she effortlessly moved her agile body off the sofa and into the kitchen. In the pantry she found a plastic honey squirt bottle. 'This will do just fine', she thought to herself smiling.

Nick had a big grin when she retuned with the squirt bottle in her hand. 'Is that for you or me Babe?'

'For us both,' Amber grinned back and slid next to him on the sofa.

'OK, I'm waiting for dessert,' Nick said.

Amber sank down into the sofa and spread her legs. Nick felt his heart beat irregularly for a moment when saw what was presented before him. How he just loved her pussy. Beautiful unblemished white skin sinking into pink and flawless vaginal lips. The dark blue pubic artistry always turned him on. He ran one finger up and down the two cute hairlines that ran from her clit hood. He noticed a small amount of glistening clear fluid at the bottom of her lips. He could feel his cock starting to grow again. Amber sank back deeper into the sofa, moved her butt forward and spread her legs wider. The full glory of her womanhood was now on display for all to see. 

Amber took the top off the honey bottle and lifted it over her cunt. Then very slowly with controlled pressure squeezed a small amount of honey out and let it trickle onto her clit hood. It must have been no more than a teaspoon full. The honey quickly warmed and started to slowly flow down between her outer lips. Nick sat and watched mesmerised as the dark golden viscous trickle journeyed its way down through her slit. He fantasised he was sailing alone in a microscopic gondola gently gliding through this perfectly shaped offering to the gods.

'Almost time', Amber whispered softly. 'Time to lap it up Honey.' Amber's inviting voice woke him from his dreams.

Heart beating, Nick got off the sofa, went down on his knees and brought his head in between Amber's legs. He studied closely her beautiful vaginal lips, and the golden honeydew that was filling the tight crack between them.

'Oh Baby,' he murmured as he moved his head forward, his tongue extended for Amber to see.

Nick started at the bottom of her slit and licked the warm and flowing bee juice. It was so sweet. He then ran his tongue up and down between her lips taking in more of the sweet honey cocktail, diluted with Amber's pussy oil.

Nick's cock was hard but comfortable tilting upwards, unsuccessfully trying to free itself from the confined surroundings of his trousers.

Nick started to lick deep into Amber's slit. He dived deeper and deeper with each penetration of his tongue, as if tyring to extract the last of any precious honey that might be hidden in those liquid velvet depths.

Amber was enjoying this part. She loved cunnilingus if done well, and Nick had mastered it. He buried his head in between her legs, running his tongue up and down. As he reached the uppermost of her slit he would swirl his tongue around and around her little man. He could feel the little hot key getting firmer and firmer. The clit hood was now swollen and Amber's clit head was no longer shy and reserved, but protruded out ever so delicately and now demanded attention.

Nick applied this attention with gentle sucking; forceful licking and flicking with his tongue. Amber pulled her legs open wider and started to make small soft noises of delight.

'Go for it,' Amber whispered.

Nick needed no encouragement and worked on her delicious baby pink member. Amber was rocking slowly on the couch as Nick applied his trade. She undid her two front buttons and let her tits fall out. Nick lifted one hand up and pinched her nipple hard. Amber started to rise up and down slowly as her momentum to orgasm started to build.

Amber was not a noisy lover. This may have arisen from the days when she lived with her strict parents and secretly allowed boys to sneak into her room for all-night fuck feasts. At the most you would get whispered hoarse moans and short whimpers of delight. Occasionally, nearing climax, Amber might talk dirty, but otherwise she was as quite as a church mouse or a devil mouse, so to speak.

Nick now had one hand pinching her nipple, the other hand with thumb and forefinger inserted deep into her wet honey-pot and his tongue licking, slurping and flicking her rock hard clit. She started to rock more and felt the intensity building.

'It's on its way Nick darling,' she said. 'Keep it up just like that – don't stop anything you're doing...'

With that, Amber rocked even more and felt a great wave of ecstasy flow over her as her clit lit up and fired, what seemed like, a huge electrical charge through her entire body.

'Don't stop Nick – don't stop', she whispered urgently. 

Nick loved to bring her to orgasm and relentlessly kept up his duty.

Amber kept rocking. The orgasm filled every cell in her body. She started to feel the wave subside and a calm came over her.

Nick kept up the stimulation unabated. 

After a few moments Amber's eyes started to roll back. Instead of descending to a smooth landing from orgasmic heaven, she felt a sudden acceleration of energy. She was now gaining altitude.

'Oh Nick darling, I'm getting another one – please don't stop...'

Another pre-jolt racked her body. Her clit felt like it was on fire.

'Oh, I'm cuming again Nick – oh again...'

Amber started to buck now. This second wave was a tsunami compared to the first. Nick went with her – a time for giving back to his beautiful babe. He tucked both his hands behind her. One hand under each butt cheek and dug his fingers into her firm flesh to keep them both in synergy.

Amber bucked even more violently, grasped the sides of the sofa for support and let out a faint squeal. Her cute toes clawed as if in cramp. Her breath was short and quick. Her eyes closed tight. She rocked herself in a sea of passion. She wanted to drown in it and never return. Pussy juice flowed from her lips. Nick responded by licking up the sweet surplus. For what seemed an eternity of ecstasy, Amber suddenly fell still.

After a moment of calm, Amber eyes flickered open, like the igniting of a fluorescent tube. She slowly came to her senses and looked down to see Nick's grinning face. His mouth covered with her sticky honey juice.

'Two in a row Babe – nice one – we'll have to try for three next time.'

Amber's eyes were still blurred by the electrical jolts, but she started to regain clarity.

Nick moved beside her on the sofa and gently closed her legs together.

'Did you like that,' he asked tenderly.

'It was gorgeous Nick. I feel so relaxed. It was just great'.

'Always here to serve and to be served', Nick laughed as he got up to fill his glass. 

He took a sip and mixed the Bollinger with Amber's residual honey juice still in his mouth, then swallowed. 'Not a bad mouth wash,' he said, and then chuckled, 'We could bottle this to.'

Amber laughed.

Nick got up and steadied himself. The sexual communion rippled through him. He felt invigorated.

'I need to take a pee,' he said as he walked to the bathroom.

Nick took his penis out of his trousers and tried to urinate. It was semi hard and he waited for a few moments for it to go down to allow the process to happen. 




Confessions of a Check-Out Chick



Returning to the lounge Amber was gone.

'Babe, are you hiding?' he called out.

'I'm in here Honey, waiting for you.'

Nick headed for the bedroom with glass in hand. As he entered he stopped and looked at the glorious sight that awaited him. Amber had removed her uniform and was lying on his bed. She had pulled back the sheets and made a headrest from the pillows. She lay on her back; head supported by pillows. Her legs drawn up and slightly spread apart. She had reached down to her feet and was playing with each little toe.

'You want me Nick,' she purred.

'Is the Pope and Catholic?' Nick grinned.

Amber slid off the sheets and walked over to Nick placing her right hand over his crotch and squeezed gently. She went up on tip-toes, kissed him and unbuttoned the front of his shirt. She brought both hands over his masculine chest and pulled gently on each nipple. Nick slid off his shirt and let it fall to the floor. Amber reached down for his trouser belt and undid it, then the trouser button and finally zipped down his fly. His cock sprang out hard and taught ready for more action.

'Well,' Amber said looking at his protruding member, 'It didn't take long for him to recover.'

Nick watched her as her fingers softly ran up and down his cock and titillating his knob as she ever so gently scraped her fingernails over it.

'Nice baby,' Nick whispered.

She knelt down in front of him and took his cock in her mouth again. Working on his knob with her tongue while stroking his shaft with her nails.

After a few minutes, Nick said, 'Let's go to bed.'

Nick stepped out of his trousers and holding her hand walked over to the bed.

'Give me a doggy Babe,' Nick asked.

Amber obeyed and leant forward over the bed with her feet on the floor. Nick inserted two of his fingers into her moist cunt and worked up a bit more pussy oil from inside. Amber gave out a small moan of pleasure. Applying the oil to his dong, he then aimed it at her honey-pot hole and pushed it in. Amber moaned louder and steadied herself.

'Nice Babe?' Nick asked.

'The best,' was all Amber could say.

Nick began thrusting in and out. Amber pushed back with every in thrust to get all of Nick's meat in her. She could feel his balls bounce against her lips as each time he went deep. When it came to fucking, Nick was a stayer. He could pound away in any position for twenty minutes at a time and could turn on the orgasm when he wanted.

After about ten minutes of doggy, Nick withdrew his hard cock. It glistened with Amber's joy juice.

'Corner of the bed Babe,' was Nick next request.

To that Amber moved to the end of the bed and sat on the extreme corner of the mattress, lay on her back and opened her legs wide. Amber's pussy was now a deep pink. Nick knew that it went this colour after it had had its full share of attention. Nick with meat still rock hard, leant over her, his feet on the floor while supporting his body on the bed with his arms. He inserted his dong into the pink swollen juice hole. It gave no resistance. Nick could pile-drive deeper in this position. He could hear the sloshing sound of his dong going in and out of Amber's saturated hole. He looked down and saw her cum juice collecting at the end of his shaft and starting to matt his pubic hair.

He changed up a gear and thrust quicker. Amber quietly moaned while Nick grunted out load. He was into rhythm now and shifted it up a notch even more.

He liked doing three deep dong plunges followed by seven quick knob only insertions. He repeated this over and over until the veins started to stand out on his temples and neck. He started to perspire and glistened in the bedroom light. Amber opened her legs wider to get as much of his manhood as possible. She raised her head for a moment to watch his thick cock disappear again and again into her vagina. His piston gleaming from her pussy oil.

Nick looked into her eyes. 'I could do this until the end of time Babe, you're so fantastic.'

'Take all you want Babe,' Amber smiled back.

Nick kept pumping for another five minutes, until he pulled out his cock, and said in a panting voice, 'Gotta rest for awhile. Babe you drive for a while.'

'OK Honey.'

Nick fell on the bed and rolled on his back. Amber lifted herself up over and straddled him. She reached behind, took his sticky cock in her hand and pushed it into her swollen cunt. Then she started to ride the bejesus out of him. Her agility excelled as she pumped his dong at an incredible speed. Nick rolled his eyes back and then closed them. Amber would stop occasionally to grind her pussy into him and then resume the riding. Her tits bobbed up and down. She would occasional lean forward and drop a nipple into Nick's mouth, to which he ravenously sucked and licked.

'Oh Amber, I'm gunna come – I'm gunna come,' Nick whispered.

'No – not yet for you babe,' replied Amber as she quickly dismounted and grabbed his cock. She pinched hard with two fingers at the very base of his shaft and held them there tight for about twenty seconds. Nick could feel his cum train slowing down and then stop.

'You are a real fallen angel Babe,' he groaned half in pleasure, half in pain.

Amber didn't reply. Looking up at him, she put her mouth over his cock and held it there without movement. 

'OK babe, now for the finale,' Amber gave Nick a naughty look. 

She got up, retrieved the lube bottle from the side of the bed and squirted a large amount over his knob and worked it down his shaft. Then she straddled him on the bed. 

She looked down at his face and said, 'Just for you Honey,' as she held his penis from behind while bending forward over him. This allowed her butt-hole to flex a bit, and then with a quick move she pushed Nick's cock head against it. Working gently and slowly she grinded back then down on his cock with small twisting turns until his knob popped into her brown canal. Amber didn't do anal. Well, only with special guys, and Nick was privileged.

Nick moaned, 'Oh – that's tight Babe; tight and nice.'

Amber didn't reply. She was concentrating in getting more of Nick's dong into her butt. A few more gyrations and she had it secured inside. Then she started to rise up and down on his member. Slow movements to allow them to feel the new tighter sensations. Then gradually gaining momentum.

Nick was moaning with pleasure. Amber started to ride him faster. She felt his cock in her butt passage. Slippery but tight – very tight. As the rhythm gained more momentum, Amber's face started to go pink. Her soft white cheeks were now blushed that came from the exertion and the unnatural sensation of a dong sliding in and out of her butt. She rode Nick harder now. Her face was turning a red colour.

Nick watched her colour change. It turned him on. He started to feel the cum train building up steam and leaving the station. On and on it came. Come on train.

'Oh Amber – Baby you're so incredible – oh – oh – I'm gunna explode.'

Nick's cock released what remaining jizz he had in his balls. He felt his cock spasm and being compressed by Amber's tight butt passage, which only amplified his orgasm.

He squealed, and shot it all out. Amber watched as Nick thrashed his head from side to side in sheer ecstasy.

After a moment Amber lifted herself off Nick. His dick made a small pop noise is it left Amber's tight arse. Amber's arse, after being filled with Nick's dong was relieved and felt hot after the stuffing it had just received. She lay down beside him and kissed his mouth.

They both lay there for fifteen minutes recovering from their final crescendo of passion.

Amber stirred, not wanting to fall asleep. Nick had his eyes closed as he held her. She looked to the bedside clock. It read 12:45. Time to go.

'Honey', she said poking Nick, 'I've gotta go...'

Nick regained awareness and realised that the evening was at an end.

'Yup Babe, You were magnificent, as always.'

She kissed him deep and long on his lips, got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She showered. The hot water invigorated her and she washed herself all over. After ten minutes she was towelling herself down. Nick was out to it on the bed.

Another ten minutes and she was back in her jeans and red top standing at the end of the bed watching Nick asleep. She looked to the bedside clock again. It read 1:10.

Amber leant over Nick and whispered in his ear, 'I'm going now Nick '.

Nick stirred and said, 'OK babe – see ya in a fortnight – luv ya...', then rolled over and drifted into a warm and relaxing sleep.

Amber started the Mini's engine and drove into the street. She would be home and in bed by 2am. As she drove she listened to the radio. Some graveyard shift radio announcer was having talkback with an insomniac who was delivering a diatribe on the state of the world and what remedies are required to solve it all. Amber switched it off. 

She thought of Nick. It was his birthday next month she just realised. She bought gifts on occasions for her favourite clients. What was she going to buy him? What to buy a man who has everything and is turning fifty-eight? 

Maybe a new character outfit – like 'sexy school girl' – would do the trick. 

ends