0 comments/ 11680 views/ 1 favorites Connections Ch. 01 By: Artscape "What would you like, Sir," the bartender dressed in a Via Rail uniform inquired to Alexander? "Two glasses of red for me and m'lady," he responded with a chivalrous tone. Alex was the chief business officer for a large health and life insurance firm and was headed to a Canadian Insurance Broker's Association quarterly meeting in Toronto. Although a requirement of his job Alex typically dreaded these meetings. Like most association boards it took for ever to make any decisions and the sleepy tone left him often nodding off. Alex was great at his job advancing positions quickly when he was younger but lately he yearned for more in his life. "Here you are Gracie," Alex offered as he passed the glass of cheap red wine to his colleague. Their fingertips made contact as the drink was exchanged and Alex sensed a moment of electricity. Grace worked for a competing insurance firm and was also a board member. She was a 'newbie' as the veterans nicknamed her. Like Alex, Grace was very good at what she did. Though she was new to the board she was definitely not new to the industry. Alex and Grace were not strangers to each other and had crossed paths several times in the past at industry functions. Nonetheless, it was only recently that they started to develop a friendship. This was their third trip to Toronto and each successive trip their travel conversations had become more and more open. Both Alex and Grace were starting to joke with each other and felt comfortable enough to let loose to and from Toronto with a few drinks. Alexander grew up as a curious yet cautious child. His parents divorced when he was an infant and he grew up without much of a father figure. His mother raised Alex as a single parent through to his high school years often over showering him with love. As her only child she was naturally protective of him. Alex was the type who wanted to explore the world but the little voice in his head constantly reminded him of his mother's words of safety. After school he would often venture on his bike and every day stretching the distance a little further than the day before until he worried he wouldn't make it home before dark. From a young age Alex had a curious interest in sexuality. He looked forward to friends stealing their parent's porno mags and at an early age experimented with masturbation. A friend a year older than him gave him some pointers and he was giving himself orgasms before sperm was even being manufactured in his testes. Only clear seminal fluid was a by-product of his nightly research. Alex constantly struggled between balancing 'reason' and 'curiosity' throughout his life. However, when it came to sexuality his shy nature usually over powered his curiosities. Alex was sent to a private all boys school in 8th grade and his relationships with the opposite sex were seriously diminished. It wasn't until university when Alex had his first exposure to sex with a female. He was still a virgin at the age of 19. University was good to Alex. He was much more outgoing and had overcome most of his shyness. Although still nervous with girls, he was confident enough to have conversations and go out on a few dates. In his first year he had many firsts: first breasts he felt, first blow-job, first cunnilingus, and over the first summer he lost his virginity to a nice girl. He cared for her but didn't love her which became an issue within a month or so. In his second year he actually fell in love with a girl named Jen. He was far from looking for a wedding ring but there was a connection he hadn't felt since his puppy love crushes in grade school. Jen was still a virgin the first week they dated and had hopes to wait until marriage. Needless to say the second week she was no longer a virgin. Contrary to what you may think Alex was a gentleman. He respected her wishes but her wishes faded very quickly after a few days of foreplay. The two experimented with their sexuality during that first year like little mischievous children. Mutual masturbation, toys, and even the odd public sex was part of their repertoire. It was all reciprocated fun until she went home that summer. Her mother was a New Born Christian and the guilt set in. No more sex until marriage! Huhhh...Alex thought???!!! I love her but this will be torture he thought. "Finally I met someone with the same desires as myself only to be cock blocked by her mother's guilt." Luckily she was not quite the Christian her mother wanted her to be and over the next couple years they continued having sex but the frequency was less than half of what it used to be. Like most 21 year olds life was too short to settle down and a mutual break up was inevitable. Over the next few years Alex 'played the field' so to speak accumulating a few notches on his belt. Through all his escapades, half a dozen in all, not one of the girls created the spark he got when there was a true connection with someone. Alex eventually married a girl of reason. A girl whose parents stayed together through thick and thin unlike his own. A smart hard working girl. A proper girl you could take home to mom and have instant approval. A girl that would raise your children to the same high standards and constantly feared for their well being. He married a girl not unlike his mother. Her name was Maria. Not unlike many married couples their sex life had peaked on the honeymoon. On the first day they both noticed the topless girls around the pool but Maria was too shy to bare hers. However, within a few hours she drummed up enough courage to untie her bikini and her B cup breasts glistened in the sun from the sun tan lotion. The following day while fooling around in the pool and unbeknown to other deck worshippers Alex worked his fingers under her bikini bottoms. She was slippery between the pool water and her own wetness. Maria reached around and squeezed Alex's swollen member through his shorts. They were behind the waterfall so they were slightly covered and the disturbance of the water made it impossible to make out what was occurring below the surface. Alex pulled the crotch of her panties aside for more uninhibited playing. Maria followed suit and slipped the waist band lower on Alex's swim suit so the tip of his penis poked out. She rubbed the head of his penis with her thumb and fore finger. After a few minutes Alex positioned Maria so that her vagina hovered over his penis. Alex slipped his penis in her slippery canal and immediately they both looked around to ensure their taboo act was concealed. It was awkward trying not to be noticed in the standing position they were in. Alex could only penetrate half of his 7" penis inside her. Within a few minutes Maria said, " let's get out of here," with a wink of her eye. The first year of marriage they made love 3-4 times a week. After their first child was born they did it twice a week. After the second it was once a week and after the third they were lucky to have sex twice a cycle. Alex was masturbating at a 4:1 ratio these days. Toys had been introduced into their love making but for the most part sex was routine with little excitement. Alex tried to introduce variety into their sex live's but was always shut down. Instead he lived vicariously through his imagination and the fantasies he dreamed about before bed. Grace and Alex sat at a table with their wines and made small talk. "I'd have to say these meetings can be boring but I do enjoy getting away from the buzz at home once in a while," Grace said to Alex. "I'd have to agree. Having a dinner without crayons or high chairs is nice. And sleeping in a hotel bed all to myself feels like freedom," Alex replied. "I know eh. It's almost erotic to be free from the normal," Grace responded. Alex was thrown off by Grace's candidness. He felt the same way. Often on these trips he was hornier than usual and most nights broke out into a good masturbatory session while watching internet porn. He couldn't help but wonder if she had similar routines. "Shit. You too! I rarely sleep naked at home but have the urge every time I'm in a hotel," Alex offered his own candidness to test and see how liberal Grace really was. "Well I don't usually wear much to bed when at home other than a long t-shirt... I don't know if it's the sheets or the fact that a stranger is next door to me but I feel more sexier than usual in a hotel," she again responded with little signs bashfulness. There was a silent pause for a moment as Alex registered the thought in his mind of Grace wearing only a t-shirt and no panties to bed. Grace wasn't one to pursue special attention through her looks but she had a certain beauty about her that caught Alex's eye. Her smile was full and welcoming. Her hair would flow like the ocean as she fidgeted. She exhibited confidence in her walk with a sense of leadership. She would often touch the person she was conversing with to establish a connection with them. Grace's curves were womanly - full yet fit. Her breasts were a D cup but could be mistaken for a C when wearing multiple layers of clothing. Her eyes told stories that were bewildering. They often displayed signs of mystery, friendship, compassion, deviousness, excitement and sensuality. "I'm getting excited already," Grace alluded some more. "Well lets make the best of it. To hotels and freedom," Alex raised his glass for a toast. "To nude and sexier sleeps," Grace replied with a chuckle and clink of her glass. Alex couldn't hold in his laughter and had to take a moment before he could sip his wine. Grace took a large gulp and was almost finished her first glass. "Hurry up Bud, I'm almost ready for another," Grace encouraged. Alex didn't need much coaxing and finished his glass on command. "Another wine or something else," he asked Grace. "Wine's good," she responded. Alex was a gentleman and carried Grace's bags into the hotel lobby for her. He also offered her first in line to check-in. "Name please" the concierge asked. "Grace Tara Moore." The lady behind the front desk punched the keys on her computer looking up the reservation. "I have one night stay in a non-smoking room," she asked for confirmation. "Yes please. Could you also place me near my colleague too," Grace requested while pointing to Alex over her shoulder. "We're not overly booked tonight so I don't see that being a problem," she responded. Grace twisted quickly with a smile of approval from Alex. Alex was already grinning from ear to ear at her request. "We can do some after party drinking tonight if the rest of the group lames out," she justified her actions. Alex noticed Grace was already showing a few signs she was mildly tipsy already. "Sure thing. I'm game," he responded. "Room 1212 Miss Moore," the clerk said while offering Grace her room card. "And your name sir," the lady requested before Grace had moved aside. "Alexander Kevin Steele." After a few moments the clerk passed a room card with the number 1210 written on the envelope. Alex and Grace dragged their luggage behind them to the elevator. "What room number did you get," Grace asked? "I think right next door, 1210. That is if they are numbered like a street with even on one side and odd on the other." "Yay, you can be my 'stranger' next door," Grace cheerfully responded. It took Alex a moment to remember their earlier conversation about feeling 'sexier' in a hotel because strangers were only a wall away. Once Alex realized the hidden meaning of "stranger next door" he blushed. Not only were their rooms next door to each other but they were adjoining with a double door between them. Almost immediately after Alex set his bags down there was a knock on the passage door. "Hi stranger. I thought I would introduce myself seeing we will be sleeping next to each other. My name is Grace. What is yours?" Grace jokingly asked while presenting her hand for a shake. "M'Lady. My name is Alexander," Alex said in his medieval accent again and instead of shaking Grace's hand went on one knee and gave it a peck on the backside. Both broke out in laughter. After a short rest, washroom break and change of clothes Grace knocked on Alex's door again. Without waiting for Alex to open the door she gave it a push. The door clasp had not clicked earlier and it swung open. Alex had half the buttons done up on his shirt when the door opened. Grace could see part of his chest when Alex came into view beyond the door. "Oops, I didn't realize the door wasn't locked," she said as she took a whiff of the body wash smell escaping along side steam from the bathroom. "No problem. I'm not shy." Grace was speechless at Alex's comment and was flattered at the same time. Grace was never shy. She often kicked herself for revealing too much at times. She didn't care what people thought of her but at the same time didn't want to over step her boundaries making others feel uncomfortable around her. She had mentally kicked herself earlier for revealing so much about herself to Alex. But Alex was cool she thought. He didn't seem to judge her. In fact, in response he revealed some of his own secrets to her. She felt closer and more trusting in him now. Alex never criticized her quirkiness. "Ready to go get some grub," Grace asked? "Yes Ma'am," Alex responded as he finished buttoning his shirt. They joined the rest of the board in the lobby and made a short walk to the restaurant. Grace sat next to Alex during dinner. Throughout the meal the group chatted and avoided the topics of tomorrow's board meeting. Veteran members reminisced and new members shared their life stories, how many children, where they're from, etc. Some laughs were shared and Grace would often rock in her seat bumping shoulders with Alex or reaching out to grab his arm to relate. Every time she did this an electric shock fired through Alex. Psychologists have identified a few different "Love Languages" so to speak. These languages are ways people express and absorb their feelings with each other. Some respond to touch. Others respond to words of kindness, others it's spending time together and some it's gifts. The individuals don't necessary need to love each other to feel it but matching which language to express would often lead to a greater connection with the individual. Alex's love language was definitely touch. He didn't care for gifts and was independent so enjoyed his moments alone but he loved hugs from his kids, when his wife sat close to him on the couch and even a massage by a stranger made his heart feel good. Grace was definitely feeding to Alex's natural "love language." Because the restaurant was close to the hotel members of the board left one by one. Before they knew it Alex and Grace were the last two left in the restaurant. "Looks like everyone are party poopers," Grace announced sounding a little tipsy. She had been drinking wine steady all dinner. Alex was feeling it a bit too but the steak he had for dinner was preventing the buzz from really setting in. "Well should we head back to the after party at the hotel bar," Grace offered? "Sure, let's get out of this joint," Alex replied. On the walk back to the hotel Grace hooked her arm in Alex's to steady herself. She wasn't stumbling drunk but in high heel boots the alcohol was playing its toll on her balance. Alex embraced her arm and held it tight from slipping away should she fall. When they entered the hotel Grace was instantly disappointed. "Ahh shucks! It's closed already." Since it was a Thursday night the bar closed at 11pm rather than its 1am closing on the weekends. "I think there's a bottle of wine in our rooms why don't we open that one," Alex remembered. "Your a genius. I knew I liked you more than for your good looks," Grace teased with a hug of Alex's arm. They never unhooked their arms until they were standing outside their rooms. "See you in a few. I'm gonna get changed into something more comfortable than these boots and jeans," Grace said. Grace ruffled through her suit case to figure out what to wear. She thought to herself I really didn't pack for a hotel room after party. All she had was workwear, her nightshirt and a bathing suit if she had time to hit the pool. She liked Alex more and more by the minute. She was actually feeling guilty how much she liked him. Her husband was not giving her much attention these days. He was working later and later and out most of the weekend too. She wondered how faithful he was. It was nice to have someone like Alex give her this much notice. She felt sexy and important around him. He complimented her wisdom regularly and she caught him often staring at her with magnificence in his eyes. She enjoyed this attention and wanted more. Grace decided to wear her mid thigh length black colored night shirt and a sun skirt she would often use to cover the bottoms to her bathing suit while walking to the pool. She debated on what undergarments to wear. She opted for no bra but since the sun skirt was slightly transparent she left her purple lace topped panties on. She knew the outfit was a little revealing but the wine from tonight gave her liquid courage. She wanted more stares from Alex. Grace took a deep breath and opened her door to the 6" passage way between rooms. Alex's door was already open and he was searching a cabinet for a bottle opener. Alex was wearing a pair of Lulu Lemon jogging pants and a white t-shirt that said American Eagle on the front. Grace jumped on Alex's bed and positioned the pillows behind her so she could sit upright comfortably. Her legs stretched out in front of her and crossed at her ankles. She straightened out her skirt and night shirt so they weren't hiked up higher than they already were. Her legs were on display from her lower thigh down. Grace noticed Alex's eyes straying back and forth from her to the wine bottle he was opening. He fumbled with the cork screw because of the distraction. Grace grabbed the tv remote and flipped through the channels as he was pouring the wine. Alex slipped next to Grace being careful not to spill any wine. "Thank-you," Grace said as she accepted the glass. She had stopped on Much music before she dropped the remote to get her wine. The Countdown was on and Robin Thicke was dancing with some scantily clad woman. The two sipped their wine in an uncomfortable silence. Neither knew what to say. Alex was still stunned by what Grace was wearing and Grace was feeling a little shy with her attire too. "Have you seen the x-rated version of this video?, Alex questioned breaking the silence. "No I haven't. Is it good?" Grace replied eager to get a conversation started. "We'll see this video...it's the same but all the girls are naked." "Wow, I wanna see it. How did you see it?" "It's all over the internet. I can grab my iPad if you want to see it now?" "Ya for sure. Go get it." Silence struck the room again as the video loaded on Alex's iPad. "That's hot," Grace commented as the naked figured danced across the iPad which was laying on her lap. When the video stopped the screen went back to the main web page. It was a porn search engine. "What do we have here?" Grace teased moving the screen around to view the dozens of pictures linking to various sex scene videos. "Hey, I said it was all over the internet. I didn't say where," Alex responded in a coy way. Grace clicked on a picture with a close up of a girl with her mouth open and eyes shut in a display of ecstasy. The screen went black with an icon in the centre swirling as the video loaded. The scene opened with a couple kissing and almost immediately the male started to fondle her breasts. Within a few short minutes their clothes were off and the male was licking the female's nipples. His erection was waving in the air as he moved back and forth from the left and right one. The female porn star reached to grab his penis and he stood up to give her better access. The camera zoomed in as she engulfed his dick in her mouth. As her lips slid back up to the head she left the shaft glistening with saliva. She descended again before the tip slipped from her mouth and this time she sunk deeper than the last nearly causing her to gag as it tickled her epiglottis. Connections Ch. 02 I “This must be KC then,” she said walking towards me with outstretched arms. She betrayed no recognition at all. She came over and hugged me whispered, “close your mouth.” “How was your trip honey,” Ramesh said as he hauled her heavy bag and headed towards the steps. “Trip was okay but I feel like I didn’t get any sleep at all. Feel like I was up having sex all night,” she murmured doing a throaty impression of a seductress. I winced. Ramesh called out, “Don’t be offended yaar she always talks like this.” I started to say something when I thought he was out of earshot but Nita warned me off, with a dark look, which once it had done its job turned into pure innocence. Just as well because Ramesh was already heading back down. “We have your party to go to tonight, don’t we?” Ramesh exclaimed as if had just remembered it. I noticed that Ramesh’s mannerisms were affected and exaggerated to please Nita. “You don’t mind do you darling. And KC, you must come too,” she said, with suggestive emphasis on ‘come.’ “You’ll come, na?” she continued. “These parties are usually hajaar fun! You’ll meet my boss, a senior partner in the firm, and an incorrigible womanizer.” “He made a pass at you didn’t he darling,” Ramesh offered. “Yes, but I took care of that right away. He’s just an old leach. His wife is beautiful. And I’m sure there’ll be other people.” We chatted a bit and had some snacky food. If Nita had made the hondwo and samosas, she was a fabulous cook. Then she went upstairs and after a while I heard her calling. “Can one of you guys please help me pick out a dress for tonight?” “No”, she said to Ramesh when he said he would be right up, “you jump in the shower. KC will help me.” Was Ramesh missing all of this? She had a robe on and a towel on her head. When I heard the shower come on I started to say something- “Shut up. You’d be a horrific actor. Don’t bother with a career in Bollywood. You have a perpetual look of surprise.” “It’s not surprise it’s shock!”, I exclaimed, leaving the fucking bitch unsaid. “You want to see shock? Come here and lick my pussy and make me come before Ramesh finishes showering.” “Okay,” I said, not needing much time to consider after she had flung off her robe and lay down on it on the floor, with her legs spread wide in V. I felt guilty that I was enjoying hoodwinking Ramesh. What kind of a person am I? The guilt was easily pushed aside by naughty pleasure. I’ll think about this later. Her pussy was so sweet. I mean, really, actually tasted sweet. And there was the odor, faint, at once musky and intoxicating, and powerful. I started lapping like there was no tomorrow. I didn’t have the time to do her right but I wanted to make her come. I licked her clit with soft pressure and shoved my tongue in her pussy every once in a while. Sometimes a quick swab of her asshole. With this sort of rapid movement, the tongue can get tired. I use a trick when this happens. I draw out the alphabet with my tongue on her clit. You draw the letter ‘a’ and then ‘b’ and so forth. And if you really want to drive them crazy, use the devnagri script. When I got the letter ‘N’ she screamed and slid away from me. She was shaking as her orgasm overpowered her. And out of breath. “Are you all right?” Ramesh shouted from the bathroom. The shower had stopped and he must have been toweling off. Nita said, “I’m fine. I thought I saw a mouse. I was mistaken,” and then softly so only I could hear, “and having a wonderful fucking orgasm right under your fucking nose.” II I wanted to drive my own car to the party because I was pretty sure I would want to escape as soon as possible. Ramesh suggested that Nita drive with me, since I didn’t know the way, and he’ll follow in his car. I wonder if he knew that Nita would want to come with me anyway so he might as well get it over with or at least get some points by suggesting it. The sight beside my seat was gorgeous. I had to concentrate to keep my eyes on the road. She was wearing a westernized lehanga-choli. It was flat black. The lehanga part was full and with lot of pleats and material. The choli part, in contrast, was tiny, covering just from top of the of the breasts, hugging the breasts snugly and tucking under to the bottom. It was translucent and strapless. Whether she was standing or sitting your eyes would be directed right to her tits. The gauzy black dupatta gave a false look of modesty. She smelled of jasmine. She was sitting carelessly, very relaxed and confident. She was wearing the tiniest tilak, which looked like a sexy mole on her otherwise clear face. I enquired, “Why?” “Why what?” she said coyly, “I feel a moral lecture coming on.” “No, no, no, no, stop talking,” she interrupted as I was going to ask her why she is cheating on Ramesh, and she continued, “No talking now baby, Mummy is going to have her mouth full soon,” in childlike talk. With that she deftly reached for and zipped down the zipper in my pants. How did she do that so quickly, it takes me fucking minutes to find the zipper tag when I’m in front of the urinal aching to take a piss. She dived down and I felt a warm, wet, naughty tongue on my cock head. In a few seconds I was hard and in a few more seconds I wanted to just shut my eyes and enjoy her amazing tongue caress. Of course I couldn’t because, I was, just barely, driving. I had a sudden, awful thought. “Nita,” I shouted, “Ramesh is right behind us. He must have seen you bend down.” She answered but she didn’t take my cock out her mouth so she sounded garbled. She said something like don’t worry. Man, this woman had a gift. I was starting to feel a surge at the base of my cock. At first I wanted to hold back to enjoy a luxurious blowjob. But I also wanted to come quickly so she could get back up before Ramesh noticed. I felt a knot in my belly and I started coming. I involuntarily thrust my pelvis forward, trapping her head between my crotch and steering wheel. That gave me something to push against and I couldn’t believe the number of times I spurted. I don’t remember exactly how many, but more than ever before. I gasped. I felt the same sort of feeling that you get when you’ve just experienced an emergency situation. Charged up, tensed, powerful, with heart racing audibly. I concentrated on breathing shallow and slow so I could get control of my body again. Connections Ch. 02.1 "This must be Kam then," she said walking towards me with outstretched arms. She betrayed no recognition at all. She came over and hugged me whispered, "close your mouth." "How was your trip honey," Ramesh said as he hauled her heavy bag and headed towards the steps. "Trip was okay but I feel like I didn't get any sleep at all. Feel like I was up having sex all night," she murmered doing a throaty impression of a seductress. I winced. Ramesh called out, "Don't be offended yaar she always talks like this." I started to say something when I thought he was out of earshot but Nita warned me off, with a dark look, which once it had done its job turned into pure innocence. Just as well because Ramesh was already heading back down. "We have your party to go to tonight, don't we?" Ramesh exclaimed as if he had just remembered it. I noticed that Ramesh's mannerisms were affected and exaggerated to please Nita. "You don't mind do you darling. And Kam, you must come too," she said, with suggestive emphasis on 'come.' "You'll come, na?" she continued. "These parties are usually hajaar fun! You'll meet my boss, a senior partner in the firm, and an incorrigible womanizer." "He made a pass at you didn't he darling," Ramesh offered. "Yes, but I took care of that right away. He's just an old leach. His wife is young and beautiful. And I'm sure there'll be other people." We chatted a bit and had some snacks. If Nita had made the hondwo and samosas, she was a fabulous cook. Then she went upstairs and after a while I heard her calling. "Can one of you guys please help me pick out a dress for tonight?" "No", she said to Ramesh when he said he would be right up, "you jump in the shower. Kam will help me." Was Ramesh missing all of this? She had a robe on and a towel on her head. When I heard the shower come on I started to say something- "Shut up. You'd be a horrific actor. Don't bother with a career in Bollywood. You have a perpetual look of surprise." "It's not surprise it's shock!" I exclaimed, leaving the fucking bitch unsaid. "You want to see shock? Come here and lick my pussy and make me come before Ramesh finishes showering." "Okay," I said, not needing much time to consider after she had flung off her robe and lay it on the floor, with her legs spread wide in V. And this is the delectable thing about Nita, even in a beaver spread, she managed to look completely innocent. I felt guilty that I was enjoying hoodwinking Ramesh. What kind of a person am I? That thought didn't last. I'll think about this later. Her pussy was so sweet. I mean, really, actually tasted sweet. And there was the odor, faint, at once musky and intoxicating, and powerful. I started lapping like there was no tomorrow. I didn't have the time to do her right but I wanted to make her come. I licked her clit with soft pressure and shoved my tongue in her pussy every once in a while--and quick swabs at her asshole. With this sort of rapid movement, the tongue can get tired. I use a trick when this happens. I draw out the alphabet with my tongue on her clit. You draw the letter 'a' and then 'b' and so forth. And if you really want to drive them crazy, use the devnagri script. When I got the letter 'N' she screamed and slid away from me. She was shaking as her orgasm overpowered her. And out of breath. "Are you all right?" Ramesh shouted from the bathroom. The shower had stopped and he must have been toweling off. Nita said, "I'm fine. I thought I saw a rat," and she winked at me, and then softly said, "and having a wonderful fucking orgasm right under your fucking nose." Connections Ch. 02 Texting Alex: Hey Grace. It's Alex. Did you hear they are changing symposium from Chicago to Vegas? Grace: I just read the email. Seems a bit late to do that don't you think? Alex: It does but I guess the survey they sent out to all the members said it was hands down they would prefer Vegas over Chicago. Grace: I've never been to Vegas so it should be fun fun fun. Alex: I have done some research on flights already. There is one leaving at 8am out of Toronto or we can leave Detroit at 6. Depends when you want to get there. Around noon or at night? Grace: Oooh I think that is the week of the "Everything to do with sex show" in Toronto. I wonder if it is on. We should go before if it's on. Let me check. Alex: What is the Everything to do with sex show? Grace: It's a trade show of sex stuff. It's so fun. I went a couple years ago with some girlfriends. I've wanted to go again ever since. Alex: Ah. If we go we will have to head down the day before because the flight is early. Grace: Yay! It's on!!! We have to go. It's at the convention centre which is right near the airport. Are you in? Alex: Most definitely! I'll book the hotel and flight and you book the tickets for the show. We can probably park at the hotel for the trip and take a shuttle to the airport in the morning. Grace: Deal! A couple weeks later Alex: I booked the flights and the hotel. I'll pick u up and we can carpool to Toronto. Grace: Awesome. The tickets for the show came in today. I'm so excited. Alex: you've got me excited too. Can hardly wait. Grace: how excited did I get you? Lol Alex: not quite as excited as our late night porn session in the hotel but still excited none the less. Grace: That was crazy. I was so worked up from it. My panties definitely were a little moist. Lol. Alex: Ya. That's HOT. I can't lie. I was a little stiff in the pants too. Grace: ummm. I kinda noticed the tent you pitched. :) Alex: Combined with the porn and the sexy half naked lady sitting next to me it was a little hard to control. Grace: well it was flattering!!! :) I do have to warn you though. The last time I was at the sex show I ended up buying a few things and may have been a little overly excited at times. Alex: Just being there will be an experience for me. I'll follow you where ever you need to go and try not to pitch my tent too high. Grace: LMFAO. I'm sure you won't be the only guy poking people accidentally with their tent pole. Alrighty. I better get going. I have a few things to do before bed. Alex: And would those things happen to involve battery powered devices? ;) Grace. Ummm. Maybe or maybe not. Night Alex. Thanks again for booking the travel stuff. Just send me an invoice and I'll get you reimbursed. Alex: No problem. Sweet Dreams. Alex picked up Grace at home in his jacked up Ford F150. It wasn't the typical insurance man's vehicle but he always loved big trucks since he was a kid. It was 10am so the rest of the household was gone for the day. Grace opened the door with a huge smile and once the door was closed gave him a welcome hug. "I hope I didn't forget anything. It's all here,"she said as she pointed to a couple bags and one piece of Samsonite luggage. "Do you have your passport?" Alex asked. Grace pulled the little booklet out of her purse to show Alex as well as confirmation for herself. Alex grabbed her bags and placed them in the truck. Grace literally jumped in the passenger seat of the lifted truck and buckled up. "I love this truck. Kinda had a thing for guys in big trucks at one time," she said in a way that was difficult to tell if it contained sarcasm or the truth. Alex thought likely a bit of both. Grace had some last minute emails to do so the 2 hour drive was relatively quiet. "All done! No more work for me until our meeting I promise," she said about 20 minutes away from their destination. Alex pulled into the Marriott hotel he had booked so they could get their rooms and drop off the luggage. He made sure during the booking they had adjacent rooms again. Alex and Grace agreed they needed 30 minutes for a bathroom break and freshen up for the show. Both took showers and changed out of their comfy travel clothes and into something more fashionable. Alex wore jeans and a long sleeve Abercrombie shirt while Grace dressed into black tight jeans and a red V-neck top. The black lace bra she was wearing was visibly lifting and presenting her breasts through the "V" of the shirt creating a cleavage focal point most men would have a hard time resisting. Alex opened the adjoining door at Grace's knock and she strolled in with a hint of perfume following her. As expected Alex couldn't help but get a glance at Grace's chest. Grace smirked and felt complimented at his notice. "Ready to go," Alex asked. "Yup but let's get a drink downstairs first before we call a cab," Grace replied. "After you," Alex offered as he opened the door to the hallway. After the second glass of wine Alex politely requested the waiter to call them a cab and ordered a third glass. They gulped down the red liquid before their ride arrived. Feeling giddy they frolicked out the lobby doors and down the front steps towards the taxi waiting in the drive-through entrance. The short ride to the show was quiet but there was a sense of childish playfulness in the air. Both were intensely eager to get to the show but were embarrassed of expressing it. The lag of alcohol induced candour hadn't kicked in yet. The massive room filled with booths was larger than Alex had imagined. This show dwarfed 'Home Shows' he had visited in his home town. He didn't know where to look first. The room was filled with sexual devices and displays of nudity. Alex was literally spinning in circles absorbing all he could. Grace noticed and grabbed his hand, "this way," and they headed down the first isle. Grace was a methodical person and had a planned route to see "everything" in the show. They stopped at the first booth filled with bottles of flavored lubricants. There was a poster hung on the back of the display of a man licking a lady's naval filled with a colorless fluid, presumably of the product being sold. Flashing lights on all the corners of the display were causing Alex's pupils to constrict. There was even eye droppers in samplers to taste the different slippery liquids. Grace quickly had seen enough and dragged Alex onward. The next booth in line was less sophisticated than the last. Homemade leather masks,chaps, bras, restraints and other bondage devices filled two fold up tables at the front of the allowed space. A single exhibitor sat in a chair while weaving several strips of leather into a whip handle. Grace's eyes scanned the cluttered tables without stopping to investigate further. Grace continued to pull Alex slowly past booths examining each as if on an assembly line. She stop at one on the end of the first isle. The booth was larger than most and had several manufactured display stands all designed with the same colours and fashion. The displays were topped with buzzing and twirling devices. Some looked like penises while others took on odd shapes. Like a cell phone display each device was connected by a cable to prevent theft. Patrons were allowed to fondle and study each phallus as they wished. "Check out this one," Grace called as she grabbed a pink curved toy from a shelf. It buzzed in her hand as she played with the vibration settings. "Wow, this one would make me gush. It's designed especially for the g spot," Grace offered as she continued to study the device. "Gush? You can squirt?" Alex asked flabbergasted. "Sometimes. I can't believe I just said that," Grace replied now blushing. "Don't be embarrassed. I think that's amazing you have that ability. It's secretly on my bucket list to witness that in real life. I thought it was rare and only porn stars could do it," Alex said trying to make Grace comfortable with her candidness. "Well I can do it and I'm certainly not a porn star. Not all the time but under certain situations it's wild," Grace replied feeling comfortable after Alex made no judgement of her unique ability. "So is it a lot or just a little?" Alex questioned out of curiosity. "Ummmm," Grace paused nervous to respond. After a short moment Grace gave in and answered, "If I don't use a towel under me it's like flip the mattress over when I gush." "Mmmmm, that's hot," Alex responded! "Why don't you get that one?" Alex urged. "Maybe... I wanna see what else is at the show before I pick something," Grace responded after she debated it in her head. Grace and Alex continued bouncing from booth to booth. As they moved throughout the show they became more and more comfortable in their setting. As the evening progressed Grace investigated the displays while strolling closer and closer to Alex. He noticed the decrease in personal space and frequent physical contact and started responding in his own ways. Alex started placing his hand on her back, making sure their fingers caressed each other's while exchanging devices or simply looking over her shoulder while investigating something never seen before. At times they would rub their bodies against each other for a moment as they jockeyed positions from display to display. If anyone was watching them they would have thought they were a couple. At one booth at the centre of the building Grace discovered a cream called flower balm. The exhibitor was holding a sampler and moments before placed a smear on the back of Grace's hand. After a few seconds Grace's jaw dropped and she giggled in disbelief. She quickly took dip with her finger into the sample capsule and and wiped a smear on Alex's hand. Almost instantly Alex felt a warming sensation followed by a tingle. "Holy shit! What is that stuff," Alex inquired. "It's meant to go on a woman's clitoris. Imagine that! I'm gonna get some," Grace said as she reached for her wallet. The balm came in a little tin which she quickly place into her purse along with her wallet. The back of Alex's hand continued to pulse for another 30 minutes as they walked through the show. Grace stumbled upon a device called the "We Vibe." It was "U" shaped and had a remote to adjust the vibration setting. "See this end goes on the clit and this one goes inside the vagina. Then the guy can insert beside it and feel the vibration too," Grace explained as she pointed out the two sides. "Another one that would make me gush," she offered with a wink of her eye. Alex's penis was yet again stiffening for the umpteenth tonight. "Did you see anything you wanted to get?" Grace asked Alex. "There are lots of things I'd like to play with but everything I liked are for girls. I'm not sure I can bring one of them home with me without raising questions. If your still interested in the one you showed me at the beginning of the show I'd love to buy it for you." "I do wanna get that vibrator but I can pay for it." "It's the least I can do for you. This has been an amazing experience. I've had so much fun and would love to buy you it as a gift for inviting me to come," Alex insisted. "It was my pleasure that you came. It wouldn't have been as much fun without you," Grace argued. "Well I haven't came yet but with all this stimulus I might not make it though the night without a wet dream," Alex joked and immediately started to laugh. Grace joined along Alex in his laughter. Alex then grabbed Grace by the hand and started to double back to the front of the building. "Where are we going," Grace asked? "To get you that vibrator. My treat. No ifs, ands or buts," Alex finished with a light tap of Grace's ass as he said the word "buts." Grace cooed at the gesture and secretly wished it was harder. Grace sat next to Alex in the middle seat of the cab and leaned on him. A black plastic bag rested on the seat next to her filled with the vibrator Alex bought as well as a pair of panties that had a pocket for a vibrating bullet that was remotely controlled by a ring with a button on it. Grace purchased the wireless vibrator panty combo while visiting a booth when Alex was in the washroom. Unbenounced to Alex, she secretly tucked it in the bag before he returned from urinating. Grace rested her head on Alex's shoulder and he could smell the lavender shampoo she used in her hair. He grabbed her knee and gave it a squeeze thanking her again for the night. Grace felt the heat from Alex's hand travel up her thigh. She so wanted to kiss him but resisted the temptation. Instead she enjoyed the comfort of being this close to him. She felt connected again to Alex like she did on the trip to Toronto. It was 9:30 when they arrived at their rooms. "I have a bottle of wine in my room. Would you like to share it together," Alex asked hoping Grace would say yes? "I'd love too. I'll be over in ten minutes," she responded and disappeared into her room. Grace changed out of her jeans, shirt and bra and put on a night shirt again. This one was pink and draped down to her mid thighs. She kept her white lace panties on. She brushed her teeth, took out her contacts and tied her hair back with an elastic. After putting on her glasses she checked herself in the mirror one last time and opened the door to Alex's room. The door on Alex's side was already ajar. There was a full glass of wine on each side table and Alex was sitting on the bed flipping through the channels on the tv. "I forgot you wore glasses. I like them on you. Like a hot librarian," Alex growled followed with a chuckle. Grace joined Alex on the bed as he found much music on the tv. Mylie Cyrus was bouncing around on the screen. Grace's night shirt slid up her thigh as she sat down. It now only rested four inches below her vulva. She tried to straighten it out but only managed to lengthen it another inch. They both sipped wine and watched the music video. "Do you think the security scanners at the airport will pick up my new vibrator in my bag," Grace asked Alex. "Im not sure. That's a good question. Can you imagine if they searched your bag and pulled it out for everyone in line to see," Alex teased. "Oh my god that would be so embarrassing," Grace responded a little worried. "I wouldn't sweat it. I'm sure they can tell the difference between a penis shaped object and a gun." "That balm you bought was crazy. My hand was tingling for almost an hour," Alex commented. "I know. The skin on the back of my hand still doesn't feel normal," Grace responded while rubbing the area the balm was placed. "You should put some on now. Give it a real test! You know, where it is really supposed to go," Alex encouraged with a sly grin on his face. "Really? I'm kinda worried what it will be like," Grace replied pausing to think the suggestion through. "I will but only if you put some on too," she negotiated. "Where would I put it," Alex inquired intrigued by Grace's suggestion. "I don't know. Your balls. Penis?" Grace responded with a little hesitation at the words coming out of her mouth. "Deal. Go get it," Alex enthusiastically responded acting brave at the idea. Grace left the room for a moment to get the container. Alex caught a glimpse of the back of her upper thighs as the night shirt swayed as she walked through the doors. After a couple minutes Grace re-entered the room skipping and quickly jumped onto the bed landing on her knees. Her breasts jiggled naturally without her bra on. "Your turn," she persuaded as she threw the little metal container into Alex's lap. Alex left into the bathroom and coated a generous amount on his testicles and the shaft of his penis. It took only a few moments before the effect started to kick in. His scrotum was both burning and cool at the same time. As Alex reentered the bedroom he immediately noticed Grace's flushed face and her nipples erect under her shirt. "So what do you think?" Grace inquired. She had felt the warming sensation when she entered the room but the tingling had set in once Alex left for the washroom. Before Alex had a chance to respond Grace said, "Crazy eh. Can you feel the tingling yet?" Alex continued around the bed to find his usual position before responding. Grace followed Alex by moving from her kneeling state to an upright sitting position. Alex's eyes focused on the ceiling as he absorbed the feelings his genital region was enduring. The tingling sensation started to kick in once seated. "Um it's just starting to tingle. My balls are on fire and at the same time I feel like I dropped an ice cube down my pants," Alex noted. "Shit. Is Viagra an ingredient of that stuff? I'm getting an instant erection," he commented as the crotch of his pants began growing like a volcano and then laid flat as his penis fell to his stomach. There was a definite outline of a ridge where his penis was positioned. Grace couldn't help but focus her attention on Alex's crotch. The penis silhouette was much more distinct than she thought it would be. She could tell he wasn't wearing underwear because the detail of the rod shape. She noticed a faint crease between his circumsized foreskin and the head of the phalus member. "Wow. Your right. Can't hide that thing," Grace giggled. Alex blushed and whined, "sorry I can't help it." "Well if it makes you feel better your not the only one feeling a little turned on at the moment," Grace replied sarcastically accentuating the word "little." "Are you wet," Alex asked? "Ummm. I'm sure I am," Grace responded while hiking up her night shirt and visually inspecting her panties as if she could see the wetness between her legs. When Grace lifted her shirt Alex was able to see her white laced panties in the dimly lit room. The exhibitionist act was short but long enough for Alex to burn a picture in his mind. He recalled the image long after she covered back up. He realized the translucent material had no dark discoloration from pubic hair and assumed she was shaved. Alex's penis ached under the intense erection he was experiencing. He reached down and shifted the position of his penis to alleviate some of the pressure. "I can't believe how hard that stuff has made me. I'm about to rip through these pants here," Alex exaggerating his point knowing full well his stretchy jogging pants would likely fit a dick the size of his arm and not rip. Grace squirmed on the bed beside Alex. Her legs shifted around the surface of the bedding and she would often bend her knees and straighten them again. She seemed antsy. Under each movement her night shirt bunched higher and higher up her legs until her panties were nearly visible. After a few moments of fidgeting Grace placed her bare left leg on Alex's right and she immediately stopped moving as if the contact calmed her nerves. Alex instinctively grabbed her knee and gave it a squeeze. Electricity flowed between their bodies and Grace for the first time that night could actual feel moisture between her legs. She starred at Alex without blinking. Alex looked back and their eyes locked. Both felt the urge to kiss each other but somehow resisted. Their minds were running wildly between feelings of sexuality and guilt. The angel on one shoulder urged them to say goodnight while the devil on the other shoulder urged them to ravage each other. Tossed between the two emotions they remained motionless. Grace was first to break the stare with an uncontrollable blink. Almost immediately Alex loosened his grip on Grace's knee and she removed her leg from his. They stared at the tv for a moment in silence. "This stuff is crazy. My vagina is on cloud nine," Grace said breaking the silence and not ready to say goodnight. She twisted and grabbed the wine on the side table. Alex caught a glimpse of her panty covered ass for an instant as she reached for the glass. Connections Ch. 02b III “During a business trip,” Nita said without preamble, “we were in the hotel bar having drinks. Drinking too much. Me, the chairman, a senior partner and a few other colleagues. Drinking and flirting, you know how it goes. When we got back to our rooms, the senior partner called and invited me to his room for a drink. I said no I couldn’t do that, I was married and he was married. Then a few months later I was at a convention in New York. The senior partner was there too. We sort of spent the day together and when I went to my room and he went with me. We didn’t really even discuss it; it just happened naturally. He fucked me. He was terrible at it and I could tell that even though I only had Ramesh to compare him to, and believe you me, Ramesh doesn’t exactly win awards in bed. But he was a senior partner, and he could and did spend the company’s money. We traveled together, stayed at the best hotels, had the best dinners, watched shows, he gave me gifts. I felt so good. I felt romanced and important. The relationship was all about sex and glamour so I didn’t have to worry about emotions. “Then of course it came to an end. And after that for a short time, I turned into a real slut. Loved it. Started hanging out bars, drinking and waiting to get picked up. Done everything, white guys black guys, brown guys, gals. I did an old guy, Christ he must have been like 55 or 60. Two guys at once. I gave blowjobs in the back. Once I did it right there in the bar, about twenty people watching, I sucked off this guy with a really big dick. I thought he would never stop coming, I mean, like, I was drinking from a fucking fountain, I swear to God. Nowadays I only do that like once a month. Yesterday was your lucky day.” “I really don’t know if Ramesh knows that I’m a whore. I am very careless about it. I leave matchboxes around from hotels, love notes from my lovers, gifts, underwear with come stains, I’ve even had him lick my cunt when I come home after I’ve fucked somebody…he sees it all but refuses to really see it. I like tormenting him. Like when I just sucked your dick, Ramesh must have seen me bend down, and then I made sure he saw me wiping my mouth. But you know what? He’ll argue himself out of it. He refuses to see that I’m an out of control slut.” “So what do you think? What do you think of this desi slut’s life” she challenged. “Er…Thank you for telling me,” I uttered clumsily. IV We arrived at a big mansion with a gaggle of cars in front. I parked and some dumbass yelled at me not to block him in and so I parked behind some other car, blocking that car in. Nita took my arm and ambled up to the door fast, with Ramesh on her tail trying to keep up. I felt sorry for him. He was naturally falling into a submissive role. I wondered whether he enjoyed that or not. Nita introduced me to a bunch of people but I couldn’t possibly have remembered all their names and truthfully I didn’t really give a shit. I started drinking this horrible red wine and must have gone through four glasses in ten minutes. I did note the chairman when Nita introduced me to him. “Neetta,” he said, “maybe we repeat soon the, you know, the report that you do so well for me. I have some reinforcements if you know what I mean,” he said and the fucker actually winked at me. Clearly, Nita was blowing him too. “Maybe,” Nita said, “but you take forever to finish. You’re going to have to give me a raise to do that report again.” And so on. With Nita, everyone talked in sexual banter. Even the women. The chairman’s wife was this incredibly classical looking beauty, with piercing blue-green eyes and her lips almost seemed too big for her mouth, because they pouted deliciously in the middle. Her face had a lot of character with deep creases and sharp lines and her blond hair was the perfect frame for her face. “Have a spring roll Nita,” the chairman’s wife—I think her name was Ashleigh—said. “They are marvelous. But of course there probably isn’t a morsel in this room that you haven’t tasted, is there dear?” Ashleigh continued, looking at me conspiratorially and rolling her eyes upwards. “I haven’t tried you,” Nita said confidently. Ashleigh blushed. She turned to me and said, “May I show you my house?” Yes, of course I said, dreading this. And Nita abandoned me to go talk to her colleagues. “It’s actually a historic house. This was one of the safe houses for runaway slaves,” she said as we went up the stairs. “Follow me in, this is the master bedroom. And look at this bathroom. It’s bigger than most people’s—“ She was on her knees fumbling with my zipper. I put my hands behind my back and casually watched her unfasten my pants, as if this kind of shit happens every day. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I examined my face carefully. Did something change? Yesterday Nita fucked me in ways I didn’t think possible. Then she gave me a blowjob with her husband pretending not to know. And now this one, a 30 year old chairman’s wife, is after my cock. How come I’m attracting all these females? Dude, you must exuding sex perfume I joked to myself. I don’t think I have described myself yet. I’m short, 5” 7”. I’m a little stocky with a little bit extra weight, on muscles that are still toned. Black hair, with a few specks of gray if you look closely. A very small bald spot. I’ve been told that I’m handsome enough times now that I believe it. My cock isn’t particulary big; it’s probably five or six inches. Never measured it. I’m a short, good looking but ordinary guy; I don’t think I turn heads but I can charm my way into a woman’s panties when the mood strikes. “Tell me what to do,” Ashleigh said. “Lick my asshole you whore,” I whispered insistently. She looked at me in shock. I thought she was going to refuse but she went around me and stuck her long tongue right into my butthole, with perfect aim. Life is good, I was thinking, but it’s going to catch up to me. Things have a way of averaging out for me. I hadn’t been particularly attracted to Ashleigh at first. Now she was driving me crazy. She knew how to use her tongue. And she had a certain energy about her; her movements were quick and forceful. I got hard again but I knew I would need extra stimulation to come because I had just unloaded in Nita’s mouth a few minutes ago. “Get naked,” I instructed her, as I started to undress. “Leave it,” I said testily when she tried to shut the bathroom door, “Leave it open.” Don’t know why I wanted that. “Oh God,” she exclaimed, “feel how wet I am!” “Stick your finger in my cunt,” she continued. I stuck two fingers in her cunt and then pulled her with me towards the vanity. It was deliciously powerful feeling to pull someone’s wife by her cunt in her own bathroom. I had her bend over the vanity and I pushed her shins back with my foot, encouraging her to step back so that her ass was completely exposed. I stuck my fingers in her cunt again and moved them around to get them as wet as I could. I then smeared the juice around her asshole. “I know what you want,” she said, “but I’ve never done that before.” “Then I’ll be the first,” I said gleefully. I felt a certain anger. I felt angry towards women. My ex-wife had been extremely difficult through the divorce process and I had a lot resentment built up in me. I don’t express anger easily and I suppose it was bottled up in under high pressure. For some odd reason, I wanted to hurt her. Not badly; I am not a violent person at all. But I wanted to feel better; I wanted to stop hurting; I wanted to release my anger; I wanted her to share my angst. I was not gentle in shoving my dick in her asshole. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me hard so that I could get in as deep as possible. She winced but she said nothing. She started breathing loudly and quickly, trying to absorb the pain. I closed my eyes and started pumping. Allowing myself to release my anger just a little bit had me very stimulated. I was about to come. I pulled out and she turned around and got on her knees and started sucking. I spied a movement in the mirror and I looked up and saw Nita standing in the doorway with a drink in her hand, leaning casually against the door frame, and smilingly approving the show. I looked in her eyes to acknowledge her but then shut my eyes to enjoy Ashleigh’s blowjob. It didn’t take long. I thrust deep when I started to come, but she pulled back so that the head of my cock was in her mouth and not in her throat. She let me come on her tongue and I watched as she slowly swallowed. Connections Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Peggy I She had told me her name was Peggy Stanley. For whatever reason, a Peggy to me meant a fat, nasty girl; maybe I knew a fat, nasty Peggy in my past. So I was really surprised when I saw this lady step out of her white SUV, marked ostentatiously with "Progress Insurance." She was wearing a very short white dress. Almost like a tennis dress. She had a sexy figure that was attractively just a little plump, giving her curves some softness. Her dress was already short and it gathered a little on top of her hips and under her breasts, making it shorter still. She was wearing comfortable shoes and carried a clipboard. She sauntered over to me, pulling her dress down, and said, "Are you KC?" She got closer and I could see a very pretty oval face, full lips, an unobtrusive nose and dark eyebrows. Her eyes were green and her hair was dark brown and shoulder length. Her hair bounced as she walked; in fact her whole body seemed to shake as she took heavy steps; giving her a very nonchalant, confident sexy look. She was probably 5' 3" or so in her shoes. One of those cute, fuckable types. Her white dress was very snug and she clearly was not wearing a bra. I could just make the outline of her nipples as they pushed against the soft, thin white cotton. I watched her tits bounce just a little as she was approaching me. "Are you getting a good look?" she asked. I came out my reverie and I thought I had offended her by gawking at her tits, but she was smiling, her eyes cutely crinkled. "I'm sorry," I said, "I was just admiring your beauty." "Men!" she exclaimed, "do you think about anything other than breasts?" "Yes." I said simply. "I meant do you think about anything other the female anatomy? Don't tell me. I don't want to know," she continued still smiling, "Is this your car?" she said pointing with her clipboard. "Yup." A couple of days ago I had come out of Home Depot to find the passenger fender of my car smashed. Someone had hit it and of course there was no note. I had called the insurance company and gotten a real run around. So I was surprised when Peggy had called me to say she was from the insurance company and would come by to give me an estimate. She asked me where I worked and I said I was home these days and would she mind coming to Parkland. She had said it makes no nevermind to her. She went to the front of the car and started making notes. She bent over and I was looking at her from the side, and even though her short dress rode up high on her thighs, I did not see any panties. I saw a creamy white thigh in contrast to tan legs and I had an instant hard on. I moved closer to my car so she wouldn't notice. She saw me and smiled and bent further still, so that I had a nice view of the top of her breasts. She looked up and smiled and shook her head, knowing that I was staring at her. I looked away embarrassed. She laughed and said, "You're blushing! I've never seen a man blush. It's hard to tell with your brown skin but you're blushing!" I just nodded. "Do you have a girlfriend? Wife?" she asked. "No and no." "That's too bad." "Why?" "Because you're cute. And my god you have dimples! But I only go out with guys who are attached." I must have looked blank, because she continued, "You know, then there's no emotional attachment. I'm married too." "I can keep emotion out of it," I said quickly. "Noooo, I don't think so. You're wearing your emotions on your face. You're gawking like you haven't had a woman in years. You blush. You're sweating. You have a hard-on." "I'm sorry," I said pathetically. She had come around to my side of the car. She now bent over facing away from me and I was almost knocked off my feet when I saw two sumptuous small white globes separated by the beautiful crease of her ass. She was not wearing any panties. She must have a bushy pussy because I could spy hair between her legs as well. Man! She straightened and faced me. "What do you think?" "You're teasing me," I said. "That's true. I'm sorry I'll stop." "No, please continue," I said. It was a hot day and I noticed moisture on her chest just above her breasts. It took all my might not to attack this woman devour her right here. "Hot enough for you," I said nerdily, "I have lemonade in the house." She just smiled and continued her work. I followed her around. She was bending over far more than necessary and I would just get behind her and gawk shamelessly. I was wondering what it would be like to be with a sexy, uninhibited woman like her. After a few minutes she said she was done. "I'll mail the estimate." "Okay," I said. "I'll take that lemonade now." My heart skipped a beat. II She followed me to my apartment. I was really nervous now; I hadn't been laid in a while and I didn't want to blow this opportunity. I started climbing the stairs but then decided to let her go first. She knew exactly why she was going first, because as she climbed up, she lifted her skirt another two inches or so. I just stood at the bottom of the stairs and watched her, the cheeks of her ass dancing in rhythm to her climbing, and more and more of her ass getting exposed as she climbed. I wanted to memorize this scene so I could replay it again. But it's never same; you just have to be there. Inside the apartment I quickly poured two glasses of lemonade, and handing hers to her, I said, "Let me show you around. Let me show you the bedroom." "Take it slow cowboy," she said. With her drink she walked over to a collage of pictures I had of my kids at various ages. I'm 43, divorced, successful, East Indian, short and muscular, maybe a few extra pounds on me. I usually have a way with women, but this one was an enigma. I had an idea. While she was looking at the collage, I grabbed her by her hips. I pulled her hips towards me and hissed, "Put your hands on the wall." She let the glass of lemonade drop on the floor and put both hands on the wall. I was surprised but I didn't immediately react. I wanted to keep my advantage. I bent down lifted her dress and tongued her asshole. She squirmed and moved her ass back and forth to accommodate me. She groaned. "Come with me," I ordered. I had figured she was submissive. She followed me to my bedroom. "Get naked and get on the bed." I got some of my silk ties out of my closet. I tied her arms and feet to bedposts. She cooperated. While I as tying her up I examined her body. She had lovely, shapely tits, with brownish nipples that stood out. Her waist was slim. She had thick bush on her pussy that contrasted magnificently with the whiteness of her skin. I bent to get a quick sniff. She smelled like a woman in heat. I quickly undressed. My skin is tan, but my cock is very dark, almost black, with pinkish-purplish head. I had a feeling that she liked black cock. I straddled her chest. And shoved my cock, already hard, into her mouth. She received it with delight and start sucking. She was deft. Her tongue swirled around the head and she would periodically suck with just the right amount of pressure. She used her teeth to graze very gently and that was an amazing feeling. I took my cock out of her mouth and moved up a little bit so she could lick my balls. Oh my god. I am not able to describe the feeling. I shut my eyes to concentrate on my left ball being licked in her mouth. I moved up some more so she could tongue my perineum. It was a delicious feeling. And a little more, so I could feel her tongue around my asshole. She was so good at it, she swirled her tongue around the rim and then pushed it up in my asshole. She got my asshole wetter and wetter and by pushing harder and harder each time, she got it to relax until she must have had two inches of her tongue in my ass. I almost came; I had never experienced that. I let her do that for a while and I started to feel a surge at the base of my cock. This was the first time ever that I felt like coming when my cock was not directly stimulated. I let the feeling wash over me enjoying it and when I was ready to come I moved down quickly and pointed my cock at her open mouth. I spurted and filled her mouth with come. A couple of squirts had hit her on the nose and forehead. She smacked her lips a few times and opened her mouth wide to show me the come in her mouth. Then she swallowed. I got off her and went to the living room. I got some wine for myself and put on some music and just relaxed in the living room. Let the whore wonder what's going on. Unlike most men my age, it does not take me long to get hard again. I was hard again within then minutes but I relaxed anyway. I wanted to prolong her agony of not knowing what was going on. But I didn't hear a peep from her. After about 45 minutes I went into the bedroom again. I went into my closet and got my Canon EOS. I started taking pictures focusing on her bushy pussy. She squirmed to make her legs wider so I could get a good shot of her cunt. I put the camera down and straddled her again. "Suck my cock. Make it really wet whore!" She was an expert. When she had slurped all over my cock and moved down to her pussy. I slipped right into her cunt with having to guide it. I started banging her hard. She closed her eyes tight and said, "Yes…Yes….Yes…" I stopped and exited her. She glowered at me. I looked at her smiled. I grabbed her legs under her knees and lifted her a little bit and moved forward so that my cock head was at the entrance of her asshole. Now her glower changed into a smile. I pushed hard and got my entire length inside her asshole in a few seconds. She pursed her lips in pain but did not resist. I gave her a moment to get used to my cock in her ass and then started pumping. It was so beautiful. A cute little naked brunette laying tied up on my while I was fucking her in the ass. I did not last long. I pulled out before I came and moved up and shoved my cock in her mouth. She accepted it readily. "Clean off your shit whore." She slurped and I thrust forward as I came. She swallowed three times while I was coming. I had never come so much in my life.