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Delayed!

By: gimmie_your_load



What a way to end my vacation. The biggest snow storm of the year decided to hit on the exact day I had planned to fly home after my Christmas vacation. I had spent two lovely weeks visiting family and friends in Ontario, and now was tired, grumpy, and ready to get home to my own bed. Unfortunately mother nature, the fickle bitch that she was, decided otherwise. I was trapped at the airport; runways too bad to planes to take off; roads too bad to go home to my parents' house. The worst part? They expected the storm to last for 24 hours.

The first few hours were fine. I sat down for a nice meal, did some window shopping, and even stopped in at one of the many bars. As the night wore on, and stores began to close down, I grew more and more tired. I began to walk around in a trance-like state, looking for somewhere to lie down and sleep. Unfortunately the terminal was packed with unhappy would-be travellers, and space was at a premium. After over an hour on my feet searching, I finally found what I thought was a perfect place to stretch out: A padded couch near, but just outside, the first class section. The small hallway was abandoned and silent. Using my purse as a pillow, I laid myself down, snuggled deep under my long jacket, and drifted blissfully off to sleep.

Unfortunately life is never that easy. I wasn't asleep for ten minutes when I was gently shaken awake. Bleary-eyed and groggy, I glanced around confused till I came face to face with a strong-faced security guard. "Miss, can I see your boarding pass?" the guard asked politely, but without any suggestion of weakness or sympathy. Reluctantly I rifled through my purse, suspecting that I'd be ejected from my sanctuary in a moment. As I held out my pass, a thought crossed my mind; a devious, naughty thought.

"Miss, since you're not a first class customer, I'm going to have to ask you to vacate this area." stated the no-nonsense guard. 

I felt tears welling up in my eyes, the tears of hours of frustration, stress, and exhaustion. Without a thought to the possible consequences of my actions I blurted out, quietly: 

"Please... let me sleep here for a few hours, I... I... I'll make it worth your while " 

Well there it was, my cards laid out on the table. I kicked myself immediately, feeling like a fool for trying to talk my way past this strict looking guard. As my face turned beet red, and I gathered my things to leave, I nearly jumped at the guard's unexpected reply.

A strong hand reached out and cupped under my chin, tilting my face upwards. I made eye contact with the guard for the first time and saw how deep blue his eyes were, and noticed a sparkle of mischief. He tilted my head side to side slightly, and then in his deep baritone announced "You'll do." 

My smile spread widely as he took me by the hand and led me, my hastily snatched up purse in hand, to a nearby locked door. He produced a key and quickly led me inside what turned out to be a staff bathroom. The dark marble floors and multitude of mirrors gave it a classy feel, and a view from several angles as he turned around and unzipped his pants.

As his pants hit the floor, and his very thick cock sprang to life, the guard muttered "We don't have much time, so get those dick suckin' lips to work baby." 

I knelt on the hard cold floor, and reached out with my right hand, giving his hardening cock a few leisurely strokes. It felt hot, hard, and smooth in my hand. Looking up at his strong facial features, I took a deep breath, and plunged my mouth onto his tool, all business. Like he said, we didn't have much time.

Wet slurping sounds filled the room as I stroked and sucked his cock with abandon. I formed a tight circle with my thumb and index finger, and placed it against my lips, as if I were playing a trumpet. Using my hand to create friction, I bobbed my mouth and hand together on his cock, my lips and tongue providing ample lubrication for my tight grip. As I pulled back off his cock each time, I would twist my hand, adding to the sensations of my work. The guard was speechless, the only sounds coming from him were moans of increasing intensity and volume.

I moaned loudly myself and I felt his cock throb as it plunged deep into my throat. I never gagged once as I took his uncut seven inches all the way to the hilt. I was very accustomed to cocks of this size, and considered myself an expert in them. I swallowed as I sucked his dick, and it leaked a steady stream of salty pre-cum for me to taste. I moaned louder each time I felt a pulse of precum ooze onto my tongue, and swallowed it voraciously. As his cock left my throat each time, it took with it the thick, sticky saliva that gathers there, and soon his shaft was shining with it, and my mouth overflowing. Streams of spit began to run from my mouth each time I moaned, coating my chin, and his balls, before slopping down into my legs as I knelt.

"Fuck you're a good little cock-sucking slut aren't you?" the guard asked me as he began to thrust back in time with my bobbing mouth.

I attempted to nod my head yes, and moaned out a very wet and slurpy "uh huh" in response.

"Yeah bitch... take my big cock all the way..." he groaned, and I did as I was told. 

I held myself there, his cock in my bulging throat, my lips at his base, his balls on my chin, for what seemed like ages. When he started to pull back, probably fearing for my comfort, I grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him back against me. I felt my throat begin to contract with involuntary gags as my lungs ached for oxygen.

It was at this moment, as I prepared to pull myself off his cock and gasp for air, that he began to cum. Unprepared for the deluge, I gaged hard on his first massive spurt and it spewed out of my mouth, around the edges of his cock. I desperately tried to pull back, but the guard placed his powerful hands on the back of my head and held me in place as he gyrated his hips, forcing his cock deeper into my throat as it pulsed stream after stream of cum. Most bypassed my mouth entirely, and rocketed right into my belly. Those that didn't, I was unable to swallow, as his cock assaulted my throat. They spurted messily from my lips, coating my chin and the front of my sweater.

"Ohhh yeah fucking take my load you slut " the guard exclaimed as he pumped what was left of his cum into my mouth. 

My eyes were streaming tears and my face beet red when he finally removed his cock from my mouth. I was barely even aware of him zipping up his pants and saying "Thanks a lot whore..." as he left the bathroom. I gasped for air, and my vision, which had narrowed to a pinhole of light from lack of air, returned. I looked down and surveyed myself and was startled by my state. I stood and looked at myself in the mirror.

I was an absolute MESS. My long fitted skirt was stained with globs of cum and saliva. It looked as if I had spilled a gallon of liquid on it. My sweater wasn't much better off, with long streaks of thick saliva and cum smeared down the length, and even a strand dangling off the shelf created by my big breasts. My mascara had run all over my cheeks, and my face was wet and shining with saliva around my mouth and tears on my cheeks. My chin actually looked bubbly with cum and spit. My whole face was beet red and my chest heaved as I still tried to gulp down air. 

"You ARE a slut " I told myself in the mirror. 

"Yes... you are." said a voice from behind me. 

With a start I turned quickly around, to look up into the grinning face of a very large black guard. 

"I heard you were pretty good at sucking a cock," he said "So get back down on those knees slut." Like the good little obedient slut I am, I obeyed, and sank to my knees. 

"You're going to service every single guard today you little whore" he stated matter-of-factly, and to prevent the possibility of me protesting, he jammed his fat black cock into my waiting mouth.

I spent the next 3 hours on my knees on the hard cold marble floor. Men came on my face in buckets, and by the end I could no longer see, my eyes irritated from all the cum, and my lashes glued together. I suspect I sucked off more than just the guards, for all I know they were charging admission to lines of travelers. I swallowed easily a pint of cum, and lost track of the number of cocks I sucked after 15. One of the guards was nice enough to take me to my checked luggage so that I could change my clothes before boarding my flight, but he forced me to walk through the crowded terminal to reach my bags, and many people saw me, my clothes pasted with cum and spit, and my face coated in a thick layer of semen. I AM a slut. 

Delayed Action



© C.B. Summers 2011

*

I prepared for battle on my unmade bed. I deployed howitzers and pillboxes on the pillow highlands, drove tanks and half-tracks from the rear lines near the footboard, into attack formation, and patiently placed every little plastic soldier in their positions on the battlefield. Some were formed up into skirmish lines behind the folds of fabric; others manned machine gun nests formed out of socks. I placed the officers carefully, so they could observe the battle through their tiny little binoculars. I knew some of these men by name... Joe, Hans, Ben, Kenny... but they were all my friends. When I was done, they awaited my orders to assault the front lines of plastic razor wire.

I looked down at the scene, proud of my accomplishment... but I was only half finished. Now I would spend hours playing out the battle slowly, leading each man to death or victory, all the while seeing the entire battle vividly in my imagination.

I'd done it that way for years and years... but this time... I felt the urge to just blast them all to bits with hand explosions and pillow bombs... causing carnage in a couple of minutes. That wasn't like me. Something had changed.

I was growing up.

As I overlooked the battlefield, I wasn't thinking about my men, I was thinking about Millie Danvers. Just the thought of her made my heart beat faster, and my breath catch in my throat. "Millie," I mumbled under my breath, and then let out a sign. She was so beautiful... and so aloof. I was pretty sure she didn't know my name. I was the new kid in school, and way too shy to talk to her. I sat behind her in Algebra 2 every weekday for the last four months, smelling her perfume and looking at the wispy little hairs on the back of her neck. She had a cute, round face, curly brown hair, and the fourth largest pair of tits in the junior class.

We were strangers to each other. But in spite of this, Millie and I had somehow formed a perplexing and exciting arrangement... a weird little private connection that neither of us acknowledged. It had started a few weeks before. One day in class I'd slouched down in my seat and my knee came to rest against something soft. I'd worn shorts that day, otherwise I might not even have noticed. It took a few seconds to realize what it was... Millie's ass! My bare knee was nestled in between her beautiful butt cheeks. I could feel them perfectly, one round, silken cheek on either side of my kneecap. I had been watching her ass for weeks in gym class. I could hardly believe that I was actually touching her bottom! I instantly got a boner. It grew until it was pressing against the underside of my desk. I didn't move. I just left it there, expecting at any moment for her to slide forward, putting her ass out of reach. But she didn't move for the rest of the class. I thought she probably didn't notice. It was heaven!

After that I began to wear shorts all the time, and every day I'd slowly slouch forward until my knee was nestled between her cheeks. She never moved away. On the third day she was wearing low cut jeans. I could feel the bare skin of her ass cheeks with my knee! She had to know my knee was there, so I was now certain that she enjoyed it too, even though she never so much as made eye contact with me. Feeling bold, I began to move my knee around. I would go side to side, slowly traversing the crack between her beautiful butt cheeks. God, I loved her ass! I wanted to touch it with my hands, to kiss it, to rub my boner back and forth across it. But I was afraid to say anything to her. If I did, she'd probably put a stop my little butt-cheek excursions. Every day after class we went back to ignoring each other entirely, while I yearned for her from afar.

Just thinking about Millie was giving me a hard on. It was so weird to be thinking these thoughts! Only a year ago I hated girls. Now I could barely think when they were around. All thanks to those pills, I guess. They'd made me grow almost a foot taller in the span of a year, and my penis, which used to be tiny and hairless, had grown large and long, wispy pubes covered my dangling balls. My penis was always getting hard at the most inopportune times. The doctor had warned me about this. It's all a part of puberty. He knew I'd been home-schooled by Mom most of my life, and was a bit out of the loop sex-wise, so he gave me a little sex education pamphlet. It was not very thorough... it actually brought up more questions than it answered. It touched on the subject of masturbation, but didn't explain exactly how to do it; only saying it was perfectly natural. Ever since I started school I'd been hearing all sorts of bawdy talk in the boy's locker room, but it was like the kids were speaking a foreign language. I was to embarrassed to admit that I didn't know what they were talking about. I just laughed along, and tried not to be noticed.

Picturing Millie's sweet ass, I took out my cock and began to stroke it. I felt a little embarrassed to be doing this in front of my old friends, but it felt good anyway. I hadn't figured out yet that rubbing it with some sort of lubricant felt better. I was so sensitive, that within a few minutes, the sensations got too powerful. I had to stop. That's what always happened. I just didn't get it. The guys at school seemed to enjoy 'jerking off', but I found it terribly unsatisfying and frustrating. I knew, from the pamphlet, that I was supposed to ejaculate semen, but that never seemed to happen for me. I put my cock away and tried to concentrate on my battle.

But... I just stood there and stared at the battlefield. I felt sometimes like a bomb had fallen on me a year ago in that doctor's office, but this bomb had some kind of delayed action fuse in it, which could go off at any time... but when? The suspense was killing me.

I heard a honk outside, so I looked out the window and saw a car pulling away. A tall brunette was standing on the curb, waving at the car. She turned and I saw her face. Laurie Bonner! What was Laurie Bonner doing in front of my house? I wouldn't have been more surprised if John Wayne had been standing there instead.

Laurie was a senior at Malvado Playa High School. I recognized her because she was one of the majorettes of the Wildcat Marching Band Colorguard. The guys in the locker room called her Laurie 'Boner', because she was so beautiful and had such big tits and long legs. Personally, I loved her face most of all. She was one of those girls who always seemed crazy happy about everything. She had tons of energy and school spirit, and she was always laughing loudly in the lunchroom, and doing impromptu routines as she went from class to class, pantomiming that she was spinning her flag around and throwing it way up in the air and catching it. She was kind of crazy, actually. She didn't know me, and I didn't know her. We didn't have a single class together. About the closest I'd ever come to her was watching her do her routines at the pep rallies, and following her around the hallways, my eyes locked on her beautiful ass.

What the heck was she doing in front of my house? And what the heck was she doing walking up to my door and ringing the doorbell?

Then I knew! Shoot! Mom had been talking about getting me a tutor for weeks. My grades were just fine, but Mom was bothered that I'd been put in the junior class instead of the senior class when she enrolled me. I guess she thought I needed to catch up. I couldn't convince her that I was just fine being a junior. I fit in a little better. I would probably have fit in even better if they'd made me a freshman, because I was so short, and looked so young.

I cracked my bedroom door open and listened to Mom letting Laurie in.

Mom's cheerful, but edgy voice said, "Well hello! Come in! I'm glad you could make it."

"Oh, no problem." I loved Laurie's voice. It was slightly husky, probably from all the yelling she did at pep rallies and sporting events.

"Call me Diana."

"Hi. I'm Laurie."

"Nice to meet you, Laurie. You come highly recommended."

"Yeah? I don't know what they told you, but I haven't tutored before."

"Oh, I know. But you have very good grades. You've got a perfect 4.0, right?"

"Sure. I'm pretty good at school. My dad thought I'd make more money as a tutor than working at the fast food joint, so I thought I'd give it a try. I'm saving up for a car. I'm pretty sure I'll do a good job. And if I don't, you can fire me." She laughed a hearty laugh. Mom didn't laugh back. She had no sense of humor at all.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"No, I'm okay. So, who am I tutoring?"

As they were speaking, I'd crept out of my bedroom and down the hall until I could see the two of them reflected in the hall mirror. Mom was standing with her back to me. Laurie was leaning against the door. Mom was so nervous that she neglected to offer Laurie a seat, so the poor girl had to stand there awkwardly in the entryway, holding her heavy book bag.

"Well, Laurie, perhaps you already know my son, Billy? He's a junior at your school." Laurie shrugged. "No? Well, I guess that's not surprising. He started just this year."

"Yeah?"

"I home-schooled Billy until... I... well... until I decided to give it up last year. He should be in the senior class, but I didn't do a very good job, so they put him in the junior class. It's probably too late to advance him, but still..."

"He needs help?"

"Yes. I think so anyway. Billy might have a different opinion, but there's no such thing as too much education, as far as I'm concerned. You'll have to find out from him what he needs work on. What I did wrong... I did such a lousy job teaching him, I just don't want to..." Suddenly Mom burst into tears. I rolled my eyes. Drama queen. "...I'm just not qualified to help him. I don't know why I thought I could do it..."

Laurie looked at her, trying to be compassionate, but I could see in her blue-gray eyes that she thought Mom was a nutcase. "Oh, I'm sure you did the best you could. But don't you worry. I'll whip him into shape."

Mom nodded, trying to stifle her sobs. Then she said, stiffly, "I'm going out tonight. Can you stay for a while? Until I get back?"

Laurie looked confused. "How long? I thought this was just for an hour."

"No, I was hoping... maybe... until eleven?"

"Four hours? I... I guess so. You pay by the hour, you know."

"Sure, I understand. If you can, please stay until I come home. I might be a little later than that... maybe as late as midnight... would that be okay?"

"Sure. I could use the dough."

I realized with shock that Mom hadn't hired me a tutor at all... Laurie was my babysitter! Mom had to go out that night to visit her sister in the hospital, who'd just woken up from an operation. It was a long drive, but she was terrified of driving in rush hour traffic. Mom never went out, but apparently she couldn't stand the thought of leaving me home alone. Dang her! She just couldn't face the fact that I wasn't a kid anymore. Mom had a terrible time letting go of things.

But I calmed myself by looking at Laurie in the mirror. Mom went through her idiotic house rules, and Laurie listened with a bright expression of sweet innocence on her lovely face. She kept brushing back her long brown hair behind her ears. It was an oddly sexy habit. While Mom was giving her the important phone numbers, she glanced up and saw me staring at her in the mirror. God, her eyes were beautiful. She gave me a weird little smirk. I loved the way her lips turned up on the right side for that smirk. I could look at that smirk all day long.

If I had to have a babysitter, I was glad it was Laurie. I'd watched her at football games spinning a flag around while wearing a tight sequined outfit with a small top and short shorts, her long, straight brown hair flying around as if it were weightless. I liked looking at all those girls, but I think Laurie was my favorite. Probably because she had pretty big boobs, and they bounced around a lot as she did her moves. And she was taller than the other girls. She was almost six feet tall.

Mom called my name, so I walked into the living room.

"Billy, I have a surprise for you." She smiled a tense smile. Her eyes were still puffy from crying. "Laurie is going to be your tutor. Or, I should say, we're giving her a trial run tonight." I shrugged and sat on the couch. Mom almost burst into tears again, but she grabbed her purse and said, "I'm going to the hospital now. I'll try to be back by eleven."

Laurie locked the door behind her, as Mom had instructed her to do. She looked out the curtain and watched Mom getting in her car and starting it up. I sat transfixed as the headlights played through the window, illuminating Laurie's curvaceous body. Wow, Millie had nothing on this girl. I pulled a pillow onto my lap to hide the boner I felt coming on. Laurie watched Mom's car until it went out of sight as I gawked at her body. She was wearing a fuzzy pink sweater, with a wide, loose collar. It was form fitting, and really enhanced the shape of her breasts. She was also wearing tight designer jeans, with a low waist and a decorative pattern on the legs made out of little sequins. Dang, her ass looked sweet in those jeans!

Then she turned to me, the sweet innocent expression gone from her features. She put her hands on her hips a said, "How old are you?"

I couldn't lie. "Eighteen."

She smirked, "No, really."

"Really. I'm eighteen."

She looked at me like I was crazy. "No way are you fuckin' eighteen."

"Well, I am."

Suddenly her face lit up, "Oh fuck! You're the... the kid with the, what? Late puberty thing! I heard about you! Oh shit, they said you were pale and... well, here you are!"

Dang. I didn't want anybody to know about that. It was a bit of a shock to learn that everybody already knew my secret already. It felt weird to know that people were gossiping about me.

Laurie sat down excitedly across from me. "So freaky, dude. You look fourteen, tops!"

I sighed. "I'm eighteen. I'll be nineteen next month. But have delayed puberty. The doctor says I'm physiologically equivalent to a fourteen or fifteen year old. But I'm really eighteen."

She shook her head, smiling in amazement, "Weird. How about mentally?"

I had to think about that one. "I don't know. All I know is that I've been alive eighteen years, so that makes me eighteen. Lots of people have delayed puberty. It usually gets caught before mine did."

She smirked, "So, if you're eighteen... why do you need a babysitter?"

I felt a little flash of anger, "You're my tutor, not my babysitter."

She laughed gaily, "Yeah. Horseshit. Your mom said your grades were fine. So you don't really need a tutor, do you?"

She had me there. "No. I have A's in everything except gym class. Mom thinks my grades were too poor to be made a senior, but the truth is, I asked them to make me a junior. I thought, considering the way I look, I'd fit in better as a junior."

"Do you?"

"No. I don't fit in anywhere."

"But you have good grades, so that proves my point. I'm your babysitter. End of discussion. I'm going to feed you, and give you a bath, and tuck you into bed, and read you a bedtime story, and kiss your widdle nose and turn out the light... unless you're afraid of the dark."

"I'd rather you didn't tease me."

She laughed like crazy. "I'm just fuckin' with you, Billy. Hey, I don't mind. Tutors get paid more than babysitters. I'm saving up to buy a car. My dad says he'll pay half if I pay half." She sat on the arm of the couch. "But that's pretty weird of your mom, don't you think? You're not a troublemaker are you?" There was a twinkle in her eye. I got the impression she would have liked it if I were a troublemaker.

"No. My Mom is... a little over protective."

"She's a basket-case, you mean. What's her deal?"

Man, this girl was perceptive. Nothing got past her. "She blames herself for not noticing my condition all those years. A TV repairman, of all people, was the first person to realize something was wrong. I told him I was sixteen but I looked twelve to him. He pointed it out to her so she took me to a doctor. Sure enough, I had some kind of condition that had delayed my puberty. It took a while to find the cause, but it turned out not to be anything too terrible. I started taking pills and I've been growing like a weed ever since. You should have seen me a year ago. I was tiny." Of course, considering that Laurie was eight inches taller than me, I still looked pretty tiny to her. "Mom beats herself up every day for not noticing my problem."

"So she stopped home-schooling you."

"Yup."

A compassionate expression crossed her face, "Wow, that must have been a real mind trip. Going from home school to straight into general pop? I bet it's hard."

I don't think she was referring to the boner I was hiding it under the pillow. Yeah, that was definitely hard.

"I guess so. I don't have any friends... yet."

She plopped down on the couch next to me and said, "I'll be your friend." She stuck out her hand to me and said, "Laurie Bonner. How-de-do?"

I shook her hand. The feeling of her soft skin was electric! "Howdy, miss. I'm Billy Pantier."

"It's an honor to make your acquaintance, Billy Pantier," she said with a comical bow.

I smiled. I think that was the longest conversation I'd ever had with a girl before. I'd never had any exposure to girls when I was home-schooled, so I had no idea how to talk to them, or how to deal with my raging lust for them. But something about Laurie put me at ease.

Then she said, "So, Billy Pantier, here's the deal... It's your choice. I can either be your tutor..." She unzipped her book bag and showed me a stack of books inside. "Or, I can be your babysitter." She zipped the bag closed again, and looked at me expectantly with her hand still on the zipper.

"I guess... if you don't tell anyone, I'd rather you be my babysitter."

"Good!" She tossed her book bag toward the door and kicked off her shoes. She tucked her knees up against her chest and said, "What's on TV?"

I was a little bit shocked and surprised that this beautiful girl was sitting on the couch with me, watching TV, but I tried not to let it show. We flipped channels and decided on a program to watch, and casually chatted for a while about this and that. Nothing important. What kind of music we liked and how stupid parents are in general. My boner went away after a while, much to my relief. It had a mind of it's own, sometimes.

As we watched TV, she began to quiz me on my condition, so I told her what I knew, although I'd really not taken that much interest in the facts of my illness. Laurie found the medical details fascinating. She said she was planning to study medicine in college. She seemed authentically relieved to learn that the underlying condition was nothing particularly horrible, just a hormone deficiency that could be treated with pills.

After that I started getting the feeling that Laurie was anxious about something. When the sitcom we were watching ended, she got up and started snooping. She hopped around and playfully opened every drawer she could find in the living room and the adjacent den. She seemed to be looking for something, but I just watched quietly, enjoying the way her body moved. She had so much energy it was amazing just to be near her. After a while she give up on her search. She looked over at me and seemed to be trying to make up her mind about something. "Are you a snitch, Billy?"

"What?"

"Are you a tattle tale?"

"No." I said, as firmly as I could muster. I had no idea what she was thinking, but I desperately wanted her to like me. Not that I had some kind of wild idea she'd actually be my friend at school. I knew that we could only ever be friends here in my house, but that was good enough for me.




Delayed Action



"Okay," she said, smiling. "Where's your mom keep the booze?"

It took a moment to register the question. Then I had to think about it. My mom wasn't a drinker. But I didn't want to disappoint Laurie, so I had to think hard before I remembered that there were some wine bottles in the garage. I took Laurie out so she could examine the stash. She was very pleased. She patted me on the back like a buddy and grinned wickedly at me, "You're awesome, Bill!"

Wow. She called me Bill, not Billy. And she'd touched me. Not exactly in a sexual way, but it was the first time a girl had intentionally touched me, not counting Millie's passive ass contact.

"Will your mom notice if I open a bottle?"

"No way. Mom's sister keeps these here so she can have a drink when she visits. I doubt either of them know exactly how many bottles there are."

She gave a wild whoop and kissed me on the cheek. I felt warmth radiating through my entire face. I smiled widely. The soft smell of her seemed to hover around my cheek as I followed Laurie back to the kitchen. We hunted up a corkscrew and she opened the bottle. She poured herself a half-glass of wine. She offered me some, but I wasn't interested. I didn't tell her that my father had drunk himself to death when I was a kid. That was Mom's real reason for being a teetotaler, and I definitely thought that if she came home and found me drunk, she'd never let me stay home alone as long as I was alive. Happily, Laurie didn't pressure me. I probably would have done anything she asked me to do. She sipped the wine and fixed us a frozen pizza for dinner. We laughed and ate at the kitchen table and gossiped about people in school, and she poured herself another glass.

After a while, she started getting a little tipsy. Not drunk exactly, but her eyes got this warm watery look, and her eyes locked on mine more often, and she seemed to be flirting with me a little, although I wasn't really sure about it. Somehow the subject of sex came up. Mainly who in school was doing it with whom. It was a thrilling subject for me to listen to, because I barely knew what 'it' was to begin with. So talking to Laurie was an educational experience. She certainly liked using the word 'fuck' a lot. I loved watching her beautiful lips form that forbidden word. It was fucking sexy!

"Dan and Sheila hooked up on the Choir trip. He fucked her in the back row of the bus on the way back while everyone was sleeping. That's what he says anyway. She says he's lying. What else would she say? He's a pig." She giggled. "And Rona Barrett, the Student Council President, well I just know she's fucking someone regularly, but I can't figure out who."

"Really? But she's so..."

"Sweet and innocent? Hah! She's a big time ho. I love that girl, but fuck, she gives up the pussy like she's running a charity. Either that or she likes to tell tall tales. Ever since I was elected Student Council Secretary, I've been hanging out with her. She's always telling me these crazy stories about hooking up with this guy or that guy. I think she's fucked something like ten or twelve guys in the senior class, not counting guys who don't go to our school. But last week Rona stopped telling me what she's up to. She's fucking someone she can't talk about, and it's driving me crazy wondering who it could be."

"Maybe... Louis Blackburn."

She laughed. "The camera nerd? That's a pretty random suggestion."

"Well... she kissed him on the cheek last Thursday. I saw it. He says they're just friends. But his friend Jason thinks they're more than that."

"No, she's just trying to get something out of Louis. He's probably helping her with her homework or something. But I guarantee you she wouldn't fuck a dork like him. My theory is that she's fucking one of the teachers. Coach Stroh, maybe. He's a hottie."

"But... doesn't Coach Stroh have a hook?"

"So he has a hook. The rest of him is juuuuust fine."

"So... students and teachers... do it?"

"Well... rumors abound, but you never know what to believe. All I'm sayin' is that half the girls on the Colorguard would bang Coach Stroh if he asked them to."

"You too?"

"Fuck no. He has a hook!" She laughed like crazy.

From the way Laurie talked about it, I started to worry that everyone in school except me must be having sex with everyone else, even the teachers. I'd been excited by my little daily encounters with Millie's ass, but compared to what everyone else seemed to be up to, my little conquest was pretty dang pathetic. I realized that there was a whole world of human intimacy going on all around me that I just couldn't see. And I wasn't part of any of it. I was really glad that Laurie was giving me my first insight into all of this, even if it did leave me feeling even more like a weirdo.

Laurie was taking a sip from her third glass of wine when I worked up the courage to ask a question that had been playing in my head for half an hour now. "How about you, Laurie? Have you... have you fucked anyone?" I'd never said the word before, or at least not to refer to the actual act of sex. I must have sounded awkward. She instantly grew still, and silence filled the kitchen. She stared at me with her mouth slightly open and wet with wine.

Then a crooked smile crept up the corners of her beautiful mouth. "Have I fucked anyone? Have. I. Fucked? Well..." She put her elbows on the table and leaned forward, looking at me intently. She was going to tell me something, but wanted to be extra dramatic before she began. I tried to keep my eyes locked on hers because I knew it was rude to look at a girl's chest, but when she shifted forward, her large breasts were pressing delightfully against her forearms, causing them to balloon upward. I just had to look. Her left breast popped up on top of her forearm, giving me an incredible thrill. I forced myself to look back into her eyes. But I'd looked at her tits long enough for her to notice. She cocked her head, and grinned, forgetting all about what she'd been intending to tell me. She glanced down at her breasts, and then looked back up at me. "Go ahead, Bill. Look all you want. I don't mind."

I saw truth in her eyes, so... I looked right at Laurie's amazing breasts, eating them up with my eyes. She leaned forward a little more, until her left breast popped up onto her forearm too. It was a thrillingly simple, ordinary movement, but it filled me with an aching longing that I simply couldn't understand. It just was. Then, to my intense delight, she started twisting her torso a bit, dragging her breasts back and forth along the top of her forearms, all for my benefit. The fuzzy pink sweater made her breasts so ideal, so perfect... I was fascinated by the way the fabric shifted, rippled and creased. I loved the way her breasts squished and bounced. I was in heaven. Needless to say, my boner returned with a vengeance.

"You like them, don't you?"

"Yeah." I mumbled, barely able to talk.

She leaned back in her chair, and cupped her breasts, one in each hand, and bounced them up and down a few times. I felt light headed. I couldn't believe Laurie Bonner was bouncing her tits for me!

She said, self appraisingly, "I love my boobies. Guys are always staring at them. Some girls say they don't get why guys find them so fascinating. But I think tits are beautiful."

She squeezed them, making the fuzzy sweater and her flesh inside it, ooze out between her fingers. I felt my erection bending in half in my tight jeans, desperately trying to escape.

"Check this out, Bill," she said. She arched her back and put her arms behind her head. Her breasts appeared to get larger than they already were. "I love how they look when I do this, but you can't walk around with your hands behind your head." She giggled.

I was too amazed to laugh. I glanced at her face, and saw that her eyes were looking right at me with intense interest. I was pretty sure she was teasing me, trying to embarrass me even, and she'd tire of this game soon, so I tried to soak it all in while it lasted. My eyes went back to roaming across her body. I tried to shift my raging boner under the table, but there just wasn't any room for it in my pants anymore!

She saw me moving my arm.

"If you want to jerk off, I don't mind."

Boom! An atomic bomb went off in my mind.

"No, really. Why don't you? I won't look."

I couldn't believe she'd just made that offer. I had to take it. I unzipped my fly, and folded my cock out into my hand.

"So... did I make you hard, Bill?"

"Yes."

"Good... can you see my nipples?" she asked looking down at herself.

"I don't think so."

"It's this bra. It's too thick." She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra in one fluid movement. Then her breasts fell free with a beautiful little bounce inside the sweater. I almost jumped out of my seat at the sight. Then she pulled her arms into her sleeves one by one, quickly, and a second or two later, her hand emerged from the sleeve holding a white bra. "Presto, change-o!" She said, laughing.

"Nice trick," I said, trying like hell to sound cool, even though my heart was pounding in my chest. I was really stroking my cock then. It was utterly awesome.

Laurie took both ends of the bra and held it up for display. "Have you seen a bra before?"

"My mom's."

"That doesn't count." She laughed. "Here."

She tossed her bra to me. I caught it with my free hand. It was still warm from her beautiful body. It was silky, white, larger than my mom's bra, and had a tiny little blue bow between the cups, and a narrow blue ribbon woven along the top edge. It was the most amazing assembly of fabric I'd ever laid eyes on. I would rather have seen it on her, but this was great! I let my thumbs play across the cups. They were lightly padded, but not nearly as much as my Mom's bras. It was amazing to think this fabric had just been in direct contact with Laurie's naked breast, and now I was touching it!

"Smell it," she said. I buried my nose in the cup, and breathed in Laurie's intoxicating perfume. "Do you like the way my tits smell, Bill?"

"Yes."

"Can you see my nipples now?" she asked, sitting up straight and pulling her sweater tight.

"Yes," I groaned. Her nipples, those wonderful little bumps, were pressing out through the fuzzy pink knit, and what's more, I could see a slightly darker circle around them about the size of a silver dollar. The sweater must have been a little see-through. She wiggled her body around, and her breasts bounced playfully. And by god, they looked bigger than they had with the bra on! How was that possible, I wondered? Maybe a bra squeezes them so they're smaller?

I was stroking my cock pretty hard now. She could see my movements. She smiled and said, "Jerk your cock for me, Bill."

She bounced her breasts playfully for a few seconds, then put a hand on either side and squeezed them together. They were so elastic... so squishy. She pinched her nipples with her pretty fingers. She gave a little gasp of pleasure and closed her eyes. Now the nipples were sticking out even more than before. Jolts of pleasure were shooting through my cock.

"You know, Bill, this is awfully inappropriate." She took a sip of wine, and pulled up her sweater to show me her tight little belly. Yeah, she was being completely inappropriate, and I was loving every second of it!

We had MTV playing on the TV, and suddenly Laurie said, "Oh, I love this song!" She hopped to her feet and danced to the song, deliberately shaking her body and prancing around, showing me her shape from every angle, including grabbing her muscular ass with her long fingers, and kicking her long legs high in the air. She was an amazing dancer! Her tits bounced around like crazy. They even hit her chin! I loved the beautiful shapes her long neck made as she moved. Her long silky brown hair moved about as if it had a life of its own. All the while, she kept looking at me with her shimmering eyes, a wicked, lustful smile on her face. She was definitely trying her best to turn me on, and it was working! I was rubbing my hard-on with a vengeance.

When the music ended, she slugged down the rest of the wine in her glass. Then she stood facing me and ran one hand up her belly, lifting up her sweater. She exposed her belly and pushed her breasts up into her chin. She looked at me with her chin, buried in the fuzzy pink swell of sweater and breasts. Slowly the undersides of her breasts emerged from under her forearm, inch by milky inch, until I saw the brown, well-defined edge of her areolas appear. I was panting like mad as I jerked my cock under the table. Then just before the moment when her nipples might have popped into view, she moved her arm back down, pulling the sweater back into place.

I was momentarily disappointed, but her hand didn't stop at her belly but kept going down and unbuttoned her pants and unzipped her fly. I could see, much to my amazement, her adorable pink panties, which were decorated with little white kittens playing with balls of yarn. She reached into her panties, and I saw her fingers moving around under the thin fabric. She gasped as she touched her pussy, and almost fell over in a spasm of pleasure. She had to steady herself by holding the back of a chair, nearly breaking her empty wine glass in the process.

After a while, she brought her hand out of her jeans and held up her fingers for me to see. They were soaking wet with a thick, clear juice. She put her glass down on the table and held her wet fingers up to my nose.

"Smell my pussy, Bill." I hadn't smelled anything like it before. It was a wonderfully pungent, animalistic odor. "Give me your hand." I dropped the bra, but she said, "No, your other hand."

I let go of my cock and she rubbed her wet hand all over my fingers. Oh my god! She was putting pussy juice on my hand! She smiled and said, "Now, jerk off with that." I didn't have to be told twice. I immediately dropped that hand to my penis and began stroking myself with the slick liquid. It was unbelievable. I felt like I was having an out of body experience... I was stroking my cock with Laurie Bonner's pussy juice! And it felt so much better than when it was dry! Her juice was slick and slippery... utterly amazing!

Laurie reached into her pants again, and masturbated twenty seconds longer. Then she took her hand out and put her dripping wet fingers on my lips.

"Taste my pussy, Bill." And so I did. I opened my mouth and her fingers slid between my lips onto my tongue. I tasted her pussy juice, and started sucking on her fingers like a popsicle, all the while jacking off like crazy; trying not to push it to the point where the pleasure became painful. As I greedily lapped her fingers, her other hand went down into her panties. I envied her ambidexterity. I could only really jerk off right-handed.

She leaned over the table in ecstasy. Her long hair almost fell in the leftover pizza, but I quickly pushed the paper plates aside. She whimpered in pleasure. Then she took her hand out of her pants and out of my mouth, and crawled up onto the table, her eyes dark with lust. She lay sideways on the table in front of me, with her head to my right, almost like she was my dinner... or my desert. She put the freshly wet fingers of her left hand in my mouth, and started masturbating again with her right hand. I sucked and lapped up her pussy juice. It was delicious. She almost knocked the wine glass off the table as she stretched out in front of me, but even though her fingers were in my mouth, and I was stroking my cock, I had the presence of mind to snatch the glass and put it out of the way.

Every instinct in me was screaming to reach out and touch her body. But I didn't know if she wanted me to. I didn't want to be rude. She took her fingers out of my mouth and started squeezing her tits. I wanted to join her... but should I? God, she was so close to me, I could smell her perfume and her pussy, but all I could do was masturbate and watch.

She was writhing and groaning... her sweater rode up, exposing her beautiful belly button. After a couple of minutes watching her like this, I worked up the courage to reach out and put my left hand on her belly, feeling her lovely little belly button. I could feel the muscles rippling under her thin powder-soft skin. She groaned and pressed her belly up into my hand. She opened her eyes and looked at me, biting her lower lip, then licking it all around with her pink tongue. She looked a little uncomfortable, because the table wasn't wide enough for her body and she was having to hold her head up beyond the edge.

My masturbation had taken me right up to the plateau of pain, so I let go of my cock, and reached out and slipped my right hand under neck. She smiled. "Yeah," she groaned, and loosened her tense upper body, letting me hold her full weight of her head. I held her head up so she could keep her eyes on me. I loved the feel of her glorious hair flowing through my fingers.

She took her left hand off her tits, and put them into her panties and scooped out a fresh batch of pussy juice and stuck her fingers in my mouth again, this time thrusting them in and out of my mouth, all the while staring at me with a wild look on her impossibly beautiful face.

"Oh, fuck Bill," she groaned as I eagerly sucked on her fingers. I swirled my tongue around and between them, savoring the shape of her perfectly trimmed fingernails. She started taking long gasping breaths. I could tell that it was the result of something she was doing with her right hand between her legs. I slid my left hand up her torso, sliding it slowly under her sweater, until my thumb and fingers were pressing against the bottom of a breast. It was bouncing and moving against my fingertips in the most amazing way. I didn't have the nerve to go higher. I still thought she might be offended if I touched her nipples. I figured that she'd left her sweater on or a reason... maybe she was shy... I know, it sounds stupid. But I could barely manage to think at all.

I moved my hand down again, across her bellybutton and then farther... down to where her hand was going into her panties. I put my hand over hers, feeling the movement of her fingers under my own. She was moving her hand in a swirling circular movement. I could only imagine what she was doing down there. I'd seen my Mom naked once, but only for a second, but she was so hairy that I still had no idea what it really looked like. The vagina was a complete mystery to me.

I noticed Laurie was gasping in rhythm with the motion of her hand, matching the beat of a song that was playing on the TV. At the same time, she was thrusting her fingers in and out of my mouth at the same tempo. I started to move my hand with hers, and she gasped, enjoying the feeling... now she stopped moving her hand at all, and let me do the moving. I just pressed down hard, and swirled like she had been doing, to the driving beat of the son. It was almost like I was doing the masturbating, not her.

She was looking me right in the eyes the whole time, her face distorted with pleasure, her beautiful mouth wide open, breathing hard and gasping, "Oh, yeah... Bill! Like that! Like that! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop! Ohhhhhhh!!!"

Her eyes slammed shut, and she pulled her fingers from my mouth and slapped it down on top of my hand to stop my swirling motions. Her entire body began to convulse, almost like she was having a little seizure. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. Her breasts danced under her sweater, the nipples more prominent than ever. The convulsion peaked with a full body shudder as she emitted a long, loud, squeal of pleasure.

After the moment passed, she flopped flat on the table, her head resting fully in my right hand. She stared absently up at the ceiling, breathing heavily through her full, shimmering lips, her breasts shifting beautifully with each breath, the nipples standing amazingly erect. She lifted her hand out of her pants. I moved my right hand so that when her hand emerged, mine was on top of it. She wound her dripping wet fingers around mine, then pulled my hand up with hers and pressed it into her chest.




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"Wow. Feel my heartbeat, Bill."

I didn't care about her heartbeat... my hand was on her tits! My fingers were entwined with hers, so its not like I had full touch, but it was wonderful anyway. I could feel tiny little tremors vibrating through her body.

"Wow!" she said, breathing hard. "That was fffffucking great!"

"What just happened?" I asked with amazement.

She laughed lightly as she looked up at the ceiling, and then said with mock seriousness, "That was an orgasm, Bill." I could tell that she was imitating Mr. Brickey, the High School principal. "Orgasmus Maximus. Please take notes, Bill, this will be on the final exam." She laughed, her breasts bouncing under my hand. I felt an intense rush of emotion for this wonderful girl. Love, I guess.

I said, "Have you done that before?"

"Yeah. Sure... every night. By myself, in my room, listening to the radio. But it never felt like that before!" She had an expression of amazement on her face. Then she turned to me and sat up on the table. "Bill... your mouth is so fucking hot!"

And then she scrunched forward, put her arms around my back and kissed me. Nothing yet in my eighteen years of life compared to that kiss. I was expecting kissing a girl would be sort of dry and pinched, like the kisses my aunt gave me. But Laurie's mouth was wet and open, and her tongue pressed past my lips and into my mouth until it was dancing with my tongue. I was shocked, thrilled, devastated! It was literally as if a lightning bolt came out of her mouth and went down straight through my body into my penis. A jolt of pure energy struck me and I had what I thought must be an orgasm. I felt a tiny little surge shoot up my penis, then a little bit of wetness squirted out the top and dripped down onto my balls. Later I learned that was just a little pre-cum, but I thought it was an orgasm. It was pleasant, but not nearly as awesome as I thought it would be, based on how the guys in the locker room talked about it.

The kiss didn't last long before she turned her back to me and shook her head like she was dizzy. I knew at that moment our little encounter was over. I was already missing her touch, missing her kiss. I was sure we'd never be intimate again. I zipped my hard cock back into my jeans, having to bend it painfully to put it away. Laurie looked around for the wine glass, and finding it, drank one last drop that was in the bottom. She turned to me and grinned wickedly, "I better not drink any more. It's making me a little naughty."

She hopped off the table and took one swig from the bottle, then corked it. She didn't seem all that drunk to me. When my aunt got drunk she would stagger about and slur her words. But Laurie was just a little loose and bouncy. Maybe even a little less crazy-exuberant than she normally was. Calmer... but more sensual. She hummed to herself as she carefully washed out the wine glass and put it away. Then she took the bottle back out to the garage. I sat there the whole time, feeling my boner slowly recede to nothingness, trying to remember everything I'd seen and felt. I could have kicked myself for not reaching all the way under her top and fondling her breasts when I had the chance. What an idiot!

When Laurie returned from the garage she looked at the clock in the den. It was 9:30.

"Yeah," she said, muttering to herself, "There's plenty of time to fuck."

I almost died. But then I realized she wasn't talking about me, she couldn't be. She was thinking there was enough time to fuck some other guy after she left. Or possibly she knew I was listening and was just trying to mess with my mind. She smiled at me and came into the kitchen.

"Wow, Bill! Wow! That was fucking awesome. I liked how you moved your hand with me. And sucking my fingers... That was so hot!"

"Yeah," I replied. I didn't move, didn't know what to do.

"Did you cum too?"

"Come where?"

"Cum."

I looked blank.

She snorted and said, "You don't know what cum is?"

I shrugged and said, "I'm a former home-schooler."

"Oh, yeah. Okay. Cum is what they call the stuff that comes out when you have an orgasm." She imitated the principal's deep voice again, "Semen, commonly referred to as cum. Present tense: cumming. Past tense: came. For example: Laurie wanted Bill to cum for her. Suddenly Bill was cumming. Bill came all over his lap." She giggled, then said in her own voice, "So, Bill, did you cum for me?"

I nodded. I was pretty sure I had. "Yeah. When you kissed me."

"But... both your hands were on me."

"Yeah... I guess."

"So you came without even touching yourself?"

"You're a good kisser."

She giggled. "Eighteen", she said thoughtfully. "Man, you sure don't look it. You're so short... but you're awfully cute. I bet you've heard that before."

"Nope."

"No? Well, you are. Beautiful. Your face... you eyes, your lips. You're just a beautiful boy, Bill."

I blushed and said, "Thanks."

"Are you a virgin, Bill?"

I gulped, "I asked you first."

She chuckled, "Come on, Bill. I know you're a virgin. It's obvious. Just admit it."

"Okay. I'm a virgin, but what about you? You still haven't answered the question."

"Come into the living room and I'll tell you." She beckoned me with a finger, then turned and hopped out of sight. I stood, slowly. Not sure what to do. I felt like running back to my bedroom... back to my battlefield... back to my childhood. But I didn't. I screwed up my courage and walked into the living room. Laurie was sitting on the couch in a seductive pose, looking up at me sweetly, but with a hungry expression in her eyes. I paused. She patted the seat next to her. I sat down. She put an arm over my shoulder and threw her long legs over my lap, and put her other hand on my chest. It was so intimate... so close!

"Well, Bill, here's the deal. I am not a virgin. Not technically. But I feel like one, if that counts. Danny Stanton fucked me at my eighteenth birthday pool party this summer. I was half passed out on rum at the time, so I don't remember much... actually, I don't remember anything. I just woke up in the garage with my bikini bottoms off, and blood all over my legs. I found out later that Danny popped my cherry while I was half asleep, but the blood freaked him out so bad that he just took off. Ever since then, he's been bugging me to give him another shot, but I think it was awful shitty of him to fuck me when I was passed out drunk. I mean, is that rude, or is that rude?"

"That's criminal, actually."

"Yeah. You're right about that. I've told all the girls to stay away from him. He probably won't ever be invited to another party at this school."

"Seriously, you should call the cops."

"And say what? I was planning to fuck him anyway. He knew that, and I guess he just figured that he already had my permission, so why not? Still, I don't think it's cool. You wouldn't fuck me if I were passed out, would you Bill?"

"No way." But the thought of fucking her made my blood pressure soar.

"Of course not. That's 'cause you're not an asshole. You're a sweetie."

She leaned forward and gave me a peck on the lips. Her breast pressed into my arm for a second. Wow.

She continued, "Anyhoo, since I was unconscious when it happened, I don't count that one. Therefore, I'm a virgin as far as I'm concerned. I did have a near miss, though. I almost fucked a guy at the band competition last month after I blew him and his friend."

"Blew?"

"What?"

"What do you mean?"

She laughed. "I blew them off... gave them blowjobs."

She laughed at the blank look on my face. I'd heard that phrase in the locker room, but I had absolutely no idea what it meant, only that it was sexual in nature.

"You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?"

I felt my face flush red. "I don't know anything about anything."

She nodded and laughed a little, but stopped when she saw the look of dismay on my face. "No that's cool. In fact, I think it's sweet."

There was a little pause and she looked off into space. I felt her move slightly. She was about to let me go... to take her legs off my lap... to let me go on being a child. So I clamped my hand on her legs, not letting her get up. "I may look young, Laurie, but I'm eighteen. Almost nineteen. I'm months older than you, in fact. I want to know what happened at the band competition. Tell me. Blowjobs and all."

She smiled and her eyes twinkled. She'd been hoping I'd say something like that. "Okay, Bill. So here's the whole story: the Wildcat Marching Band had just played. They sounded okay, but the Colorguard did a great job, so I was totally stoked. We had a half hour free before we had to assemble to hear our results. Most of the band went off to the bathroom, or to get some snacks, but I went back to the locker room to get my lip-gloss. But I accidentally went into the boy's locker room and ran into a couple of older boys from the Panther marching band. They were in there drinking from a flask. I was thirsty, so I just walked up to them and took the bottle from them and swigged it. That was some sour shit. I don't know what it was, but it was hard liquor of some kind. I didn't get drunk or anything... heck I only had a mouthful, but... I don't know... drinking makes me horny, I guess. And these guys looked awful cute. One of them was kind of shy but the other was bold. Since I never learned their names, I'll just call them Shyguy and Boldguy.

"Boldguy said, 'you have to pay for that drink', and I said, 'how?', and he said, 'with a kiss', and I said, 'sure'. So we kissed for a while. Shyguy blushed bright red and was about to leave, but I grabbed his hand and held him there as I Frenched his friend. Then when I was done with Boldguy, I turned, threw my arms around Shyguy and started kissing him, even harder and filthier than I'd kissed his friend. I rubbed my body all over the poor guy. It was probably his first kiss, because he didn't know what he was doing. But I gave him a bit of an education, just like I did with you back there in the kitchen. I tell you what, though... he didn't catch on nearly as fast as you did."  She leaned in again, and kissed me longer, slipping her tongue into my mouth. My cock started getting hard, but I didn't realize it.

She continued, "While I was kissing him, his friend started feeling me up. You know, squeezing my tits through my sequined top and grabbing my ass and stuff. I felt Shyguy's dick getting hard against my belly... just like yours."

Shit! My cock was poking up into her calves! She smiled and shifted her legs off my lap. I figured it was because she was grossed out at the feel of my erection. But she just reached down with her left hand, and ran it up my thigh until it was fully cupping the growing bulge in my jeans. I gasped, and my cock pushed against her palm.

"Yeah, it felt just like this. So I got down on my knees in front of Shyguy and unzipped his fly... kinda like this..." She reached up to my fly, and slowly drew it down. Every muscle in my body tensed up in shock. "You should have seen the look on his face. He couldn't believe I was doing it."

You should have seen the look on MY face!

"I bet not," I managed to stammer as the zipper, and her fingers, crossed the tip of my penis. The bulge of my white underwear emerged from my fly, suddenly unencumbered by the tight jeans. When the zipper was all the way down she wrapped her long pale fingers around my erection and gave it a squeeze. My heart leapt in my chest.

"Wow. Uh, where was I..? Oh, yeah.. I took his cock out of his undies and put it in my mouth. I thought he was going to pass out. I hadn't given a blowjob before, but Rona Barrett told me how she gave a blowjob to some guy backstage at the talent show, and I'd always wanted to try it out. But I didn't want to do it to anyone at our school, 'cause then everyone would hear about it and they'd all think I was a slut, just like Rona! Anyway, she'd told me basically how to do it. I don't know why they call it a blowjob, because you don't blow, you suck. Kind of like the way you sucked the pussy juice off my fingers earlier."

I blushed and smiled.

She looked down at my bulge and said, "So I sucked him while I stroked his cock with my hand... something like this..."

Laurie began to stroke my cock gently. I felt light headed.

"His friend was totally amazed by what he was seeing. He moved up next to me and unzipped his fly and out flopped his cock right next to my face. I wrapped my fingers around it and then I started sucking him too. It was fuckin' hot! Then I started going back and forth between them, sucking their cocks one after the other. Their cocks, by the way, were totally different. Shyguy's was longer and narrower... about the same size as you, I'd say, with a big head, and Boldguy's was short and fat. I mean, real fat... like maybe two and a half inches thick, but only maybe four and a half inches long. It was hard to fit in my mouth. I couldn't help but scrape him a bit with my teeth. But I had no problem with Shyguy's. I liked his better. I used to think all cocks were the same. But they're all different, like snowflakes."

Laurie's hand was going up and down my underwear-clad cock, and I was about as large and hard as I'd ever been in my life. She looked down and said, "What about yours, Bill? What does your snowflake look like?"

I stammered, "Well... wh... why don't you take a... a look for yourself, Laurie?"

"I think I will," she said, smiling. She flipped around and lay across my lap, her left breast resting on my thigh. She grabbed the waistband of my underwear with both hands and slowly pulled it down, her face eager with anticipation. Her fingertips brushed against my hard flesh as my cock folded out like a page in a pop up book.

"Wow" she said. "That's... not what I expected."

"What do you mean?"

"I thought... maybe you'd look like a little boy... but this is the cock of an eighteen-going-on-nineteen-year-old if I ever saw one." She looked up at me and smiled, feeling a flush of pride. I couldn't believe it. I absolutely couldn't believe it. It was a mental image I can still see, clear as a photograph, to this very day. Her beautiful face looking at me... her swimmingly beautiful gray eyes... her long, brown hair falling across her shoulders onto my lap... her bra-less breasts in that fuzzy pink sweater, squished up on my leg, just inches from my naked cock.

I watched, utterly mesmerized, as her beautiful full lips spoke the wonderful words, "Do you want me to suck your cock, Bill?"

I felt a tear fall down my cheek. It was so great... almost more than I could bear. I couldn't speak. She didn't know how to interpret my tear, so I smiled to let her know I wasn't sad or anything. But I was too overcome with emotion to speak.

She grinned and said in a simple clear voice, "If you want me to suck your cock, just nod."

I nodded. She licked her lips but never took her eyes off mine. She scrunched down, and licked my cock with her tongue, from the base to the tip. She put two fingers around it and pulled me into her open mouth. Her hungry lips wrapped around my naked flesh, and a thrill of pleasure shot through my abdomen. I saw the pleasure in her eyes, and she saw the pleasure in mine. It was more amazing than anything I'd ever imagined. If someone had told me a girl would want to put my penis in her mouth, I wouldn't have believed them, but this was something strangely fantastic, surreal, and wonderful beyond measure. And it felt just as amazing as it looked, better than my hand by a long shot. Her mouth was wet and warm and I could feel every detail of her tongue as it danced around the head of my cock.

At that moment I was thankful that I'd been so insulated and ignorant about sex. Because this was like a starving person in some third world country suddenly being served the most delicious food in the world. It was heartbreakingly perfect. She finally broke eye contact and went to work on my cock. I put my hands in her silky brown hair, as her head bobbed up and down over my lap. Sometimes I could feel her teeth on me, but it didn't hurt. It felt wonderful.

I kept thinking, 'Holy shit! My penis is in Laurie Bonner's mouth! Laurie Bonner is giving me a blowjob! I can't believe it!' I put my left hand on her waist, slipping it under the sweater to feel her soft skin. Her mouth felt amazing around my cock. I could feel her sucking and slurping, while her long hair tickled my thighs and belly. Wow, the sight of the top of her head going up and down over my lap was mind blowing. I ran my fingers through her hair, and ran my fingers around her ears. Ripples of pleasure began to slam me in the gut, making me twitch and flinch. It felt great, but much too soon I reached that point I'd always reached before, where the pleasure became overwhelmingly painful, so I had to stop her.

"Too much!" I hissed.

"Okay" she gasped, out of breath. "I don't want you to come too soon anyway." She stroked my cock lightly, and bounced it playfully with her fingertips. "Those band boys didn't even last this long."

"No?"

"A couple of minutes, tops. I was just getting a rhythm going when Boldguy came in my mouth."

I was barely paying attention. My eyes were locked on the sight and sensation of her beautiful long fingers stroking my cock. "Really? He did that... in your mouth?"

"It felt like he shot a gallon of goo in my mouth... it was all thick and funky. I almost gagged from the surprise. Rona Barrett hadn't said anything about cum. Maybe the guy she blew didn't cum, or only came a little, or not in her mouth... But, whatever... I wasn't sure if I should swallow it or spit it out, but I didn't want to get any of it on my uniform. We had to perform again later. So I swallowed it. It took two or three gulps to get it all down."

"Gross."

She laughed. "Maybe. I don't know. I kind of liked it. It tasted salty." God, she had a pretty face and such a beautiful laugh.

I put my hand under her chin, and she looked up at me. I said, "Kiss me."

She got up, straddled my lap, and kissed me hard and passionately. I could feel her breasts squished into my chest, and her belly pressing my boner against my stomach. She kissed me for a minute or two, then pulled back and held my face with her hands and looked at me with real affection. Then as she continued her story she kept moving her crotch against my cock, keeping me hard... making me jump from time to time as another little spasm rolled up it.

"Boldguy got limp as soon as he came. He zipped himself up almost immediately, looking a little embarrassed. I sucked his friend a while longer, but suddenly I wanted him to fuck me. That wasn't my original plan, but... what can I say? He had a pretty cock. I lay down on the floor and pulled my tights and panties off, and spread my legs wide and told Shyguy that I wanted him to fuck me hard. He looked like a tiger was about to spring on him. So scared."

"Like me."

"Are you scared? You don't feel scared." She wrapped her hand around my cock and started stroking me. "No he was absolutely scared shitless. He was shaking and quaking as he undid his belt and pulled his trousers down. Then he got on his knees, and fumbled with his cock trying to aim it at my pussy. But then he groaned and suddenly squirted all over me... all over my pussy and thighs. I laughed my ass off. He kept apologizing, but I didn't mind. I loved the way his cum felt surging onto my skin. It was so warm... almost hot! I spread it all over my pussy and thighs, and licked it off my fingers, while he gawked at me like I was the filthiest whore on earth. His cum tasted a little different from the other guy's. I guess it has something to do with what you eat." She spoke in the principal's voice again, "Remember, children. You cum what you eat."




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I laughed. "So... he didn't fuck you."

"No. I would have waited for them to get hard again, but they were kind of freaked out, or scared of getting caught or something. They just took off without saying a word. Well, I bet by now they regret being such chicken shits. But I'm glad Shyguy didn't fuck me after all. He probably would have cum in me, and I really don't need to get preggers. My mom would kill the fuck out of me. I'm also glad because it would have been stupid to throw away my first fuck to a guy like that. The first one really should be someone special."

I realized that she was trying to tell me that, whatever else might happen between us tonight, she wasn't going to fuck me. I certainly wasn't anybody special. But that was okay.

"So, " I said, "You've only fucked once?"

"Like I said, I don't count that first one, so, no, I've never fucked. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. I've kissed a lot of guys, though, and I gave a blowjob to Rory... I forget his last name. You know, that black guy who tells all the jokes."

"Rory Jones?"

"Yeah. We were at a party at Diana Whipple's house last month. We were joking around and I called him a 'dickless wonder' and he whipped out his cock to prove that he was not dickless."

"In front of everybody?"

"No. Most everybody had gone home by then. It was just him, me, Diana Whipple, her brother Dan and Rona Barrett. Everyone was laughing, but they shut up when I got on my knees and gobbled him up."

"You did that... in front of them?"

"One wine cooler too many, I guess. I really need to stop drinking. I'll end up a slut like Rona Barrett, if I don't watch out. But yeah, I sucked his cock in front of the others... it was just too beautiful to resist. I would never have thought a joker like him was packing such heat. The others just watched, hardly believing what they were seeing. I sucked him until he came, but this time I wasn't as surprised. He came more than the band guy did, but I swallowed it all... well, most of it."

That story blew my mind. "Wow... Rory's dick is really big."

She swatted me playfully. "How do you know that?"

"I've seen him in the shower after gym class."

"Really? You see guys in the shower? The girls have separate stalls."

"Well, the guys have one big shower. You can't help but see everybody."

"But, still... you like checking out guys cocks?" She was smiling wickedly.

"I guess. I ... I was afraid I'd have the smallest, you know..."

She gave my cock a squeeze, "You have no reason to worry about that, Bill. To tell you the truth, Rory's was way too big for me. It hurt my jaw sucking him. Yours is yummy and perfect."

I blushed. That was a wonderful thing to know.

"But tell me, who else has a big cock?"

"Uh... Tyler's pretty big, not as big as Rory, though. Davy Jameson is about the same size..."

"The Drum Major? You're kidding!"

"No."

"Wow. Well I guess they're both black. Makes sense."

"Well not all the black guys have big dicks. And the biggest one of all is a white guy."

"Who?" she asked, eyes gleaming with wickedness.

"Tristan McQueen."

Her eyes opened wide. "Really? Sandra McQueen's little brother? You're shitting me!"

"He never showers with the other guys, but I saw him changing sweat pants once. He accidentally pulled down his underwear and I saw is big ol' thing. I don't think anyone else noticed."

"Really? How big was he?" I held my hands about 11 inches apart. "Shit!!! And he wasn't even hard?" I shook my head. "The girls all think Tristan's the biggest dork in school! But all this time he's been hiding the biggest dick in school! That's just perfect! I have to tell Rona! Maybe she'll tell me who she's fucking, in exchange for that tidbit. She's been feuding with Sandra McQueen for years."

"Really?"

"Yeah, now more than ever. Sandra graduated last year, so Rona should be top bitch on campus now, but Sandra's going to Playa College, and is still trying to call the shots at the high school. She keeps having parties where she invites all the popular seniors, but never Rona. She's totally trying to steal Rona's friends."

"Wow. Drama. I didn't know that kind of stuff was going on."

"I'm on Rona's side, so I refuse to go to Sandra's parties. But now that I know about Tristan's cock, I might just have to go and check him out." She giggled. "I'm just kidding. I don't care for the big ones. Rory's been pestering me to have sex... but I won't do it. Not just because he's too big... he's just not nearly special enough to waste my semi-virginity on. Hey, Bill, I have a question for you."

"What is it?"

"Would you like to take my semi-virginity?"

Oh shit... the impossible was happening. I paused, and the image of my battlefield shot through my mind. I'd started the night intending to play with my plastic soldiers... but instead I was going to lose my virginity to a beautiful girl. It was an amazingly unlikely and cosmically unexpected turn of events... but strangely, I wasn't afraid. I felt a sudden rush of confidence. I reached up with both hands and cupped Laurie's beautiful breasts through her fuzzy pink sweater, feeling her hard nipples sliding between my fingers, and said, "Yeah, Laurie. I do."

"Good. I want you to fuck me."

"I want to fuck you too."

I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her long, hard and deep. She began grinding her crotch against my hard cock . After a while she pulled back from the kiss and pulled up her sweater slowly, giving me time to relish my first sight of a pair of naked breasts and oh my god, what beauty! I had absolutely no frame of reference, but to me, they were the most beautiful breasts in the world. Pale, round and bigger than my hands. They had large dark areolas and big, fat nipples. I just had to touch them. She arched her back as I explored her tits with my eyes and my hands. Her skin was as soft as silk, and her breasts were pliant and squishy. She moved up onto her knees and pressed her breasts to my mouth. I licked her nipples and sucked them between my lips. She groaned, then groaned louder when I nibbled them. Man, I gobbled Laurie's tits like this was my last meal. I kissed them and licked them all over... every square inch of them. She particularly liked it when I licked and sucked the outside edges or her breasts, where they met her ribcage.

"Oh, Shit, Bill... right there!" I rubbed my hard tongue around her sensitive spot, and she actually seemed to be having an orgasm as I licked and sucked her there. She put her hand in my hair and pulled my face hard against the spot so I sucked harder and harder as she writhed in pleasure. Meanwhile I was kneading her other tit like crazy in my hand. She gave a little yelp and I backed off. There was a bright red spot where I'd been sucking.

She laughed, "Did you just give me a hickey?"

I laughed, "I guess so. Sorry."

She kissed me hard on the lips, and then kissed down to my neck and started sucking me real hard.

"Ouch!"

"There! Now we're even!" She giggled, and then pulled my shirt off over my head. Then she rubbed her naked breasts all over my chest as we kissed some more. I was on a mission to stick my entire tongue into her mouth, and she sucked it like she'd sucked my cock earlier. I ran my hands all over her naked back, and grabbed her jeans-clad ass. I took particular pleasure in that, thinking about how much I wanted to touch Millie's ass like this. I ran my hand all around her ass, then under, rubbing my fingers against the mysterious mound between her legs. The denim was wet. She groaned as I rubbed her there, thrusting herself back and forth against my fingers.

"Oh, fuck, Bill... Oh... Oh...," she said as she nibbled my lips. Then she leaned back to look at me. She ran her hands all over my hairless chest. "You're so beautiful, Bill." She scrunched down and wrapped her beautiful lips around one of my nipples and lovingly tongued it and sucked it and nibbled it with her teeth. The sensation sent an intense thrill that made my balls tingle. Then she sucked on the other for a while, her hand jerking my cock insistently.

Suddenly, her face tense with desire, she stood up, unzipped, and peeled of her jeans. The sight of her standing there in nothing but her panties was absolutely killer. Those cute pink panties with the little white kittens playing with balls of yarn... I'll never forget them. There was a large wet spot between her legs. Juice was running down her thighs. I leaned forward, grabbed her ass, and pulled her to me so I could kiss those little kittens. Her panties were wet on my face, as I breathed in the thick smell of her pussy. I felt her fleshy lips through the fabric. She groaned and ran her fingers through my hair as I licked and sucked those little balls of yarn.  Then she pulled back and yanked my jeans off, then my underwear, and before I could make any moves, got on her knees again and grabbed my cock and buried her face in my balls, taking them into her hot, wet mouth. She looked up at me with an adorable, wide-eyed expression. She licked them a while, making my thin pubes wet with saliva. It sent shivers up my spine. A little drop of pre-cum shot out the tip. She licked it off with the tip of her tongue.

"I just came again!"

She smiled. She knew I was mistaken. But she didn't tell me. She wanted me to be surprised when I finally had a real orgasm.

She said "Do you like having your balls sucked, Bill?"

"Yes." I grabbed her head and pulled her down on my balls again, and now she licked them on the sensitive underside, while stroking my shaft with her hand. Then she licked up from the bottom, her tongue darting and dancing around my cock all the way up. Then she took me into her wet mouth again, and sucked my cock hard, going up and down, up and down, while I thrusted myself up to meet each downward stroke. Soon the pleasure in my abdomen turned into pain. She saw me tensing up and stopped, "Don't cum yet."

"Okay," I said, not really sure what was going on with that whole pleasure/pain thing.

She backed away from me, slowly, sensually... She turned her back to me and bent over. I leaned in and kissed the kittens on her ass, and ran my fingers all over her back and legs and buttocks. I'd followed this ass down the hall in school more than once, but I'd never dreamed I'd actually get to touch it, to kiss it, to lick it... I saw her fingers come up between her legs, and press into the fabric between her pussy lips. Then she pulled the fabric aside a bit, showing me her pink, glistening slit. Fuck! Without even being asked, I grabbed her thighs and pulled her ass to me, and kissed her pussy lightly. She moaned and pressed harder onto my face, and I felt her pussy lips engulf my own. It wasn't all that different from kissing her mouth actually, except a heck of a lot wetter.

After only a short kiss, she said, "Take my panties off, Bill." I reached up and pulled her panties down... slowly, revealing her beautiful naked ass to my eager eyes, as I kissed her buttocks again and again. I'd heard girls say to guys, "Kiss my ass," but now I realized that was a stupid thing to say. Kissing ass was awesome!

I kept kissing her as I pulled her panties down, pressing my lips into every square inch of her long beautiful legs, down to her ankles and back up. But before I reached her pussy again, she walked across the room. She plopped down in the beanbag, which was opposite the couch, and spread her legs open for me. I'd been afraid her pussy might be some kind of ugly hairy mess, like the time I accidentally saw my mom naked. But Laurie wasn't nearly as hairy as Mom. Her lips had a fan of short wavy brown hair radiating outward around them... just beautiful! There were some small fleshy protrusions in the center which were shaped like pink flower petals. She put her fingers to those petals and pulled them open, showing me her pink, wet tunnel.

"Come, kiss me," she said. I walked to her, and leaned over to kiss her face, but she pulled down on my shoulders and with a husky voice said, "Not those lips. These lips!" She pulled my face into her open pussy. On instinct, I stuck out my tongue, and put it as deep into her vagina as possible, savoring her juice, straight from the source.

"Bill!!" she moaned as her fingers dug into my scalp. I loved the feel of her soft, brown pussy hairs tickling the tip of my nose, and the sensation of her pink flower petals enveloping my face. I had no idea what I was doing, but I knew this was her first time too, so we sort of figured it out together. I'd try something, and based on her reactions, I'd either keep doing it, or move on to something else. All the while my cock was throbbing hard. It was insanely erotic.

I kept looking up at her breasts. I loved the way they bobbed around as she gasped, so I reached up to play with them. They were a bigger than my hands, and felt so heavy and soft.

"Pinch my nipples, Bill," so I did. "Harder," she groaned. So I pinched them harder, and harder, and she groaned more powerfully, and I felt juice oozing out of her pussy onto my tongue. I pinched and twisted her nipples so hard, I couldn't believe it didn't hurt. If she'd twisted my nipples that way, I'd have been screaming.

 She put her hand between her legs and fingered the little hooded flap of skin on top, pulling it up to show me a fleshy little nub. "Suck my clit, Bill." I put my tongue and lips on the little nub, and she went crazy. She was so sensitive there! I licked and sucked it, and she writhed under me, and soon she was having a moaning, screaming orgasm just like the one she'd had on the table. I ran my hands all over her breast, and belly and legs and then I slid one of my fingers into her pussy, sinking it all the way to the knuckle in her fleshy wet hole. That made her squirm in pleasure and she started bucking like a horse.

"Oh fuck! What are you doing?" she gasped, desperately. My mouth was too busy to answer. I started moving my fingers around in different ways, and I guess she'd never really been able to touch some of the spots I was touching because she started jerking, so I had to hold on tight to keep from being thrown off. Her pussy got wetter and wetter, and I just lapped it all up, as I started doing a walking-fingers motion inside her with my two longest fingers.

"Oh fuuuuuuck! What are you doing to me, Bill? Ohhhhhh... shiiiiit..."

She tensed up and a little jet of liquid shot out of her pussy, drenching my face. At first I thought she'd peed on me, but it didn't smell like pee, but was sweet and clear. I licked her all over, moving my fingers in her nonstop and her orgasm went on and on. She looked down at me with a crazed expression on her face. She was moving her lips but she couldn't seem to form a word. I felt powerful and in control. I felt proud of myself.

I probably did this sucking and running fingers thing for half an hour, all the while she was whimpering and bucking and cumming. I felt my tongue going numb, and my fingers were cramping up. About that time she grabbed my head with both hands, pushed me back and moaned, "Fuck me, Bill."

The beanbag was pretty low to the ground, so all I had to do was straighten up into a kneeling position, and the head of my cock pressed right up against her pussy lips. I paused there, savoring the moment, the tip of my cock resting between her flower petals... poised at the moment of entry. I had this sudden image that my adulthood was just inside those beautiful lips. All I needed to do was give a little push, and leave my childhood behind.

We locked eyes. Then I slowly pushed my pelvis forward, and my long, hard cock slid into Laurie's tight vagina. It was the most perfect moment of my life.

"Ooooooohhhhhhh," she groaned. She was spread out in front of me, my hands on her big beautiful breasts, as I pushed deeper and deeper, until my balls pressed up into her ass, and I felt the tip of my cock meeting a soft obstruction deep inside her. She gasped with pleasure, and so did I. It didn't matter that she was so much taller than me. We fit together perfectly.

The sensation of her soft insides rubbing along the length of my shaft was utterly perfect. For the first time in my life I finally understood what my penis was designed to do. It was if millions of years of evolution had all been leading up to this moment. My cock had always been destined to slide in and out of Laurie Bonner's tight pussy. Together, we were immortal.

I pumped myself in and out of her pussy for a long time, at different speeds, trying to figure out what made her feel good. I'd do it hard for a while, until I got close to feeling that terrible pain, then I'd change my rhythm and the pain would abate. I had no idea that my orgasm was on the other side of that pain. But my fear of the pain allowed me to keep fucking her longer than she'd ever expected. My mom's clock makes a little bong every half hour. It bonged three times while I was fucking her in that position. I just kept going and going, and she moaned and whimpered and said my name again and again, her eyes looking at me as if she absolutely couldn't believe what was going on. She was, if anything, more amazed and astounded than I was, and that's saying a lot.

During this hour and half, she had several orgasms of various kinds. Sometimes she just sucked in her breath and held very still. Other times she'd shriek and convulse, and make me hold still for a minute or two while her tremors passed. Then I would start again. I fucked her slow, and I fucked her hard, I fucked her with her legs open and her feet on the floor, and I fucked her with her legs straight up in the air. I really liked doing that... her legs were so long and muscular, and I felt powerful holding them up while I screwed her, my hands digging into her soft skin.

Eventually I started pounding her faster and harder than ever. I think I'd gotten my second wind or something, because I felt a rush of power and energy flowing through my body, and I banged her for all I was worth. Her breasts were flying up and down as she looked at me, her eyes and mouth wide open in wonder. I put my hand behind her neck and pulled her up to kiss me as I fucked her. Our eyes locked, and she shouted, "NOW, BILL, NOW!"

I felt something building up deep inside me as I thrusted my cock in and out, in and out, harder, faster, harder, faster... I was sweating and groaning in an agony of pleasure, and I felt that horrible feeling of pain that I'd never endured before. For a few moments I almost stopped because it was too much to take! But held me tight and chanted hoarsely, "Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!..." So I kept going, my entire torso feeling like I was being pummeled in the gut. I went through an incredible five seconds of pure agony... then... I reached the other side. Something inside my pelvis let loose and an incredible wave of warmth and energy flowed out of my belly, through by balls, all the way up the length of my cock and into Laurie's pussy.

I grunted, "Laurieeee!"

I fucked and fucked as I came. The spasms were mind-blowingly powerful. I could feel it in every part of my body, my toes, my hair, my nipples... I gave her one agonizingly wonderful final thrust. Then her legs snapped around me and held me inside her beautiful body. She was shuddering... in the grips of her most powerful orgasm so far. Her hands were quaking on my shoulders, her breasts bobbing and quivering, her lips open in a silent scream of joy, and tears were running down her cheeks.

"Oh, Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" she groaned.

We embraced for a long time, breathing hard into each other's mouths as we kissed, and my cock grew soft inside her. I felt my cum running out of her and down my thighs. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered that there was something out there in the universe called a 'condom', and I probably should look into procuring one of them one of these days. But I was too happy and too exhausted to worry about it for long. I hugged her tight.




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"Thank you, Bill," she whispered in my ear, after her body finally stopped quivering.

I pulled back to look down at her beautiful body. I was amazed by the sight of my shrunken penis resting between her wide-open pussy lips. My cum was oozing out of her onto the beanbag. God, it was an insanely intimate sight. 'That's my cum, dripping out of Laurie Bonner's pussy,' I thought, in amazement.

Then something wonderful happened. My permanent pubescent boner, the bane of my existence, came back with a vengeance. It grew and entered her pussy, all of its own volition. Her eyes opened as she felt it. She said in her husky voice, "Yeah, Bill. Fuck me some more." So I did.

She flipped over onto her belly on the beanbag, and now I fucked her from behind, having a good long look at her amazing backside. I dug my fingers into her hard ass as I drove my cock deep inside her. I found myself comparing Laurie's ass to Millie's. On the one hand, Millie's ass was larger and squishier. Laurie's was great, but maybe a little too muscular for my tastes. But on the other hand, Laurie's ass was right here in my hands, but Millie's was still an impossible dream.

I kept glancing over at the clock. It was past eleven. Wasn't Mom supposed to be home by now? But I absolutely couldn't bring myself to stop fucking Laurie. I would do it until the last possible second... I'd keep doing it after Mom walked in, if I had to. It was an absolute imperative!

After fifteen or twenty minutes fucking her doggie style, Laurie pushed me onto my back on the carpet and straddled me. She rode herself up and down on me like a cowgirl. It felt amazing, but the best part of all was looking up at her beautiful breasts bouncing away like crazy. She was in control now, and used those muscular majorette legs of hers to choose whatever rhythm she wanted. She was so strong... so fit... so tireless. She fucked me this way for thirty solid minutes, giving herself numerous little orgasms on my ever-hard cock. At about the thirty-four minute mark, I felt another orgasm building up inside me.

"Oh, shit... I'm gonna cum again."

"Yeah, Bill!" She rode me hard, staring down at my eyes, smiling and sweating, her long brown hair flying around like crazy. I reached out, holding and squeezing her big dangling breasts, feeling her nipples between my fingers. Drops of sweat were falling from her hair onto my chest. I didn't want it to end, but I couldn't hold out any longer. I felt myself bursting, and exploding... shooting my hot semen deep inside her pussy.

 "Oh, yeah, fill me up, Bill! Fill me up!"

When my spasms were over, she stood up, and turned around and crouched again, sucking the cum residue off my hyper sensitive cock. Her pussy was right over my face. My cum was oozing out of it. She lowered herself right on my mouth and I stuck my tongue as deep inside her as I could. She started humping my face. I didn't give a shit that my own cum was all over my face and in my mouth. It tasted funky, but the flavor and feel of her sweet pussy made it perfectly all right. We tasted great together! She face fucked me until she had another big orgasm rubbing her clit on my chin.

"Goddamn it, Bill! Oh. My. God. Oh. My! GOD!"

Mom's headlights played across the curtains, and instantly Laurie and I jumped up.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I chanted, and we threw on our clothes like mad. She didn't have time to put her bra or panties on, but stuffed them in her pockets.

"Wait! Your face!" She grabbed a handful of napkins and wiped the cum and pussy juice off my face. We heard Mom walking up the steps, so we hopped onto the couch. Laurie unzipped her bookbag and dumped the books all over the floor, where we'd been fucking each other just a minute earlier. I heard Mom's key jingling in the lock.

"Look!" said Laurie, pointing at the big big pool of cum that had collected in the indention on the beanbag. I hopped across the room, and plopped down, covering the cum, just a fraction of a second before Mom opened the door.

"I'm home, Billy."

She was extremely nervous, but looked happy to see that neither of us had burned down the house.

"So, how's Aunt Joe?"

"Oh, her operation went fine, I guess. She was very groggy. I'm not really sure she knew I was there. I probably should go see her again on Thursday."

I'm glad Mom hadn't had sex in a long time, because otherwise she would have smelled the pussy and semen in the air. To me it smelled thick and musky. But Mom wasn't known for her observational skills. She didn't take notice of how sweaty Laurie and I were, or how mussed up our clothes and hair were.

Laurie said, "Well, I'd be happy to come back on Thursday for another session."

Mom looked at me and said, "Well... I was feeling a little stupid tonight after I left. I was thinking... maybe Billy doesn't need a tutor after all. I'm just being a worry wart."

I hugged Mom and said, "The tutor was a great idea, Mom. Laurie taught me a lot. Stuff I never learned in school." I saw Laurie smirk, but by the time Mom turned toward her, Laurie's face was all innocence and intelligence again.

Mom said, "Okay. I guess you're Billy's tutor, if that's okay with you."

Laurie smiled and looked at me with a twinkle in her eye. "Yeah. I still have a lot of things to teach him."

I thought I might float off the floor with happiness.

When Mom paid her, Laurie said, "I feel bad taking your money, Mrs. Pantier. I actually learned a thing or two from Billy tonight. He's a very talented boy."

Mom ruffled my hair, and said, "That's my Billy. He's an inspiration."

After Laurie left, and Mom went to her room to get ready for bed, I cleaned up all the cum and pussy juice I could find. Not only was it smeared all over the beanbag, but drops of cum were clinging to the carpet where Laurie had ridden me cowgirl style. All this time I worked in a sort of daze, trying to process the fact that I'd just fucked Laurie Bonner, one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever laid eyes on... that I'd just lost my virginity. What did that mean?

When I was finished, I went back to my room.

Moonlight was streaming through the window across my battlefield. My armies were still arrayed on the bed sheets, ready for action. I looked at them for a long time, and thought about everything that had happened. I had no illusions that Laurie would become my girlfriend, but I hoped that our tutoring sessions in the future might get just as inappropriate. It didn't really matter either way, because she'd already given me an amazing gift... confidence. My fear of girls had evaporated entirely, almost like it had never existed at all. I knew that the next day I would strike up a conversation with Millie, and see what I could do about getting into her heart and maybe even into her pants.

I swept my old friends off the bed into the cardboard box I kept them in. Then I carried the box to my closet and put it on the top shelf, in the very back.

I said, "Bye, guys," and closed the closet door.

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Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed Laurie Bonner, read my series Field Trip Follies -- Laurie will make an appearance in Chapter Four!

And to read about Laurie's friend Rona Barrett, check out my story Camera Buff!

And leave a comment! I live for comments!

Cb



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Two weeks ago I attended a seminar in Steam Boat Springs, CO. I flew into the Hayden airport with two other colleges; we rented a car and drove to the lodge where the seminar was to be held.

The last day of the seminar was on Friday, I was scheduled to fly out that night, but my two colleges where staying for a weekend ski vacation. As I drove the rental car towards the airport it started snowing. I left the rental office and headed to the airline counter. I asked the attendant if the flight was still on time. He replied it was on schedule, but with a weak smile, shrugged his shoulders.

I took a seat in the waiting area. This airport is not like the big mega airports in cities. There is a number of medium sized rooms available for the waiting passengers. I took a seat looking out into the parking lot and watched the snowfall.

I noticed a taxicab pulling up the parking lot to the main entrance for passengers. The back door swung open and a long leg with heels comes out. Then the rest of the woman lifted out. She was a stunning beauty. Long blonde hair with a fur hat on top and matching full-length fur coat covering her body. She rushed into the lobby pulling her suitcase and raced over to the ticket counter.

I heard her say, in kind of loud voice, "Damn"! My head turned her way as she turned to the waiting area. She walked over to the windows looking out into the parking area near my seat. She asked me if I was taking flight 101, I replied yes. She then told me that as she was standing at the counter, the airline was saying that the flight would be delayed for 90 minutes. I told her she might as well take a seat and relax.

The babe swung out of her fur coat, then took off her hat and shook out her hair. Throwing them both on the seat next to me. She was wearing a black cashmere sweater dress. It was obvious that she was without a bra. Her nipples hardened to the chill of the room. The dress showed every nice thing she had under it. She sat down in the next seat. We started chatting, introducing each other and the reason for our trips. Gwen told me she had been visiting a friend. After about ten minutes of talking I found my throat drying out. So I asked Gwen if she would like a beer. She said yes. 

In the small simple bar, I picked up two bottles of my favorite beer. Returning to the waiting area, Gwen had removed her heels. I sat down next to her, and offered her the beer. She told me it was her favorite beer and took a long swig. As she brought the bottle down she licked around the curvature of the bottle top. The way she did it was very seductive. I just chalked it up as keeping a drip off her dress. We talked some more about the mountains and the snowfall we where witnessing. Soon we where needing another beer. When I returned to the seating area, Gwen was now sitting cross-legged in her seat. Her dress was pulled up to her mid thigh. I could see the tops of her thigh high black hose she was wearing. I sat down and she reached for her beer brushing her tits against my arm. 

Was I being aroused by subtle acts of suggestion? I was unsure if they where done in a relaxed atmosphere, or as arousal techniques. So I just smiled and drank my beer. We chatted about the resort life, but when our conversation turned to hot tubs, things got real interesting.

When the conversation turned to the hot tubs, my ears stayed open to what she was saying. My mind turned to seeing her naked body in the hot tub, sipping on a glass of red wine. Somewhere in my dream, she shifted positions in her seat. Legs still crossed, she turned sideways and was now facing me. Gwen had the beer in one hand, and her other arm around the back of my chair. If I had been another passenger sitting farther away, I would be in position to see paradise. She caught me looking down. I must have blushed, because she laughed at me.

Gwen then made it obvious. She moved around in her seat, pulling up her knees and planting her feet into my lap. She laughed again as I could not help it, I looked. I will swear to this, she had no panties on. I said; "Well, it's truly nice to meet you", never taking my eyes off of her pussy.

Gwen's foot then found my cock. I'm guessing it was easy as I felt it growing in size. She smiled and took a drink of beer saying; "what are we going to do next?"

The public address system answered our question. They announced that a flight was landing in five minutes. Gwen told me to check to see if we where to take that flight out. I walked over to the ticket counter and asked about the inbound flight. The attendant told me this was a special charter and that Gwen and I would not be taking it.

I got back to our seats, Gwen held her empty beer bottle upside down and said, "More please." I went to the bar and was ordering when the plane unloaded, people poured into the little terminal. The number of people I saw was like throwing cold water on my sexual adventures with Gwen. I took a deep breath and returned to Gwen. As I sat down I noticed two large buses pull up to the doors. Lucky I was, they all boarded and where gone in fifteen minutes. During that time Gwen sat in a more acceptable position, but coming from her mouth was language, that was almost better than her naked pussy. As the last bus pulled away, Gwen's feet returned to my lap. I was soft and she kept saying; "I wonder where he went?" Then with a smile, she found my cock once again, back to where we had been before.

I was a little shocked, and quickly looked around when Gwen's hand went for my zipper. No one was looking so I didn't move. Her cool hand, she used her beer hand, grabbed my hard cock. She slowly caressed my prick while looking into my eyes. When my eyes met hers she would squeeze me. She really had me very horny now. I guess I dropped my inhibitions, as I reached between her legs and found her pussy with my fingers. Gwen scooted down, moving her body closer to mine. My one finger didn't seem to be enough for the occasion. She was wet beyond believe. Something fun burnt though my mind then. I pulled my finger from her, and lifted it to my nose. Smelling her lovely juice for a few seconds, then using my tongue I slowly licked my finger. This little bit of kink sent Gwen wild. She told me she now wanted to taste me.

I had to think quickly, Gwen got on the floor, kneeling down in front of me. I stood, pulling her up right. I took Gwen's hand and led her out of the waiting room. 

While at the bar buying the beers during the day, I had notice the rest rooms down a hallway. I pulled Gwen in that direction. We walked by the end of the bar and down the hallway. I pulled Gwen into the men's room behind me. Luckily, no one was in there. We ran to the last stall, locking the door behind us. 

Gwen was unbuckling my trousers; I was pulling my shirt out of my pants. My cock sprang out of my under shorts. Gwen pulled my shorts to the floor. She took hold of my cock. I took hold of her shoulders and turned her around, then sat her down on the toilette. 

I stepped closer to Gwen, as she pulled on my cock. She was licking her lips. As the tip of my cock touched her lips, she opened wide and took all of me right in. I could feel her tongue whorl around my shaft. Gwen sucked on me for just a short time. Which was very wise of her as I could of cum very quickly. Gwen stood, reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled it off over her head. She then folded it over the door of the stall. She told me she didn't want to get cum on it because it was a very expensive dress.

Hell, I sure didn't care. She was totally beautiful beyond my dreams. Naked she looked as good as she did in her expensive clothing. I felt like pinching myself because this could be a dream. But I didn't, because a pinch may wake me, if it was a dream.

I took Gwen into my arms, pulling her tight against me. My lips parted just a fraction as I leaned to her face. As I was just about to kiss her, her face moved sideways. She said she did kiss on the mouth.

I had never been so shocked in my life. Yes, I had heard that hookers would say that to their John's. I just could not believe she was a hooker. She didn't fit the stereotype. Gwen saw my disappointment. She took a hold of my hand and kissed it. Then her palms of her hand took my face and she looked my in the eye and said; "Come on you have me all turned on, don't stop now." I thought about the predicament for one half of a second and grabbed her tits and began sucking on one, then the other. 

Gwen sat back down. She held up one finger and curled in and over, telling me to come closer. I got into position again. She took my cock into her mouth. Getting me all wet she began licking and sucking up and down on my shaft. My hands held the sides of her face, I didn't pull her face into my body, and I let her control the movements. Oh she was good all right, in fact she felt wonderful. The regrets ran through my mind, I keep thinking how wonderful she would be to fuck. Not here, but in a king size bed, in a warm dimly lit room. 

Gwen must have been a mind reader. She let my cock out of my mouth and stood up. She asked me if I wanted to fuck her. I jumped at the idea, but I told her I didn't have a condom. Gwen looked at me and said; "I have not fucked anyone without a condom in almost two years. I know I'm safe because I just had my check two weeks ago.

My reply was hesitant. I was lucky that I didn't reply. Oh sure I did want to, but I was weighing my alternatives. I didn't have any alternatives. I started to answer yes, when Gwen told me I could kiss her. That was all it took. This time I sat down on the toilette, keeping my knees together and my cock upright, Gwen straddled me and lowered her pussy down on my cock. 

She was dripping wet and I entered her easily. I went all the way in and she sat on me with out moving. She looked beautiful as she looked into my eyes. I leaned forward, her mouth came to mine. We kissed softly but passionately. My hands cupped her breasts and I squeezed them gently. We kissed for sometime, I could not of counted the minutes. I was in heaven, or would it turn to hell?

My eyes opened when Gwen hips started moving forwards and backwards. Our kiss subsided to watch the action of our bodies. I think I was watching her pussy and Gwen was watching my cock going in and out of her. I let go of one of her breasts and my thumb went to her clit. I tried to hold my thumb on her clit as she moved forwards and backwards grinding my cock into her beautiful body. I heard her whimper to my thumbs touch. This little whimper coming from her mouth sparked my orgasm. I told Gwen I was going to cum. I was relieved that she didn't move off of me. She held me even tighter now against her breasts. I could feel my cock pulsating deep inside of her squirting her full of my sperm. Gwen's pussy was even slicker now. Gwen's fingernails dug into my back as I felt her shoulders quiver as she cum right after mine. We locked in the moment with more kissing, very pleasant relaxed kiss.

I started to say something when the door of the restroom opened. Gwen quickly pulled her dress off of the door, down into our stall. We sat very still. She wanted to giggle like a schoolgirl. I could see it in her face. But, she remained quiet. The gentleman left quickly. I told Gwen we had better get out of here before we get caught. We dressed and walked out of the stall. Gwen took a second in front of the mirror to shake and puff her hair. We both made it out into the hall without anyone seeing us.

We entered the bathroom half drunk, not even thinking about our valuables near our seats. As we rounded the corner back to the waiting area we found 20 some people sitting around. Lucky everything was in place. We took a quick inventory and just in the nick of time, as our plane had just arrived. We allowed the others to disembark. Then stood in line to board our flight.

The jet gained altitude quickly and leveled out. Many of the other turned off their overhead lights. We did also. We sat in silence for a while, and then Gwen asked if I was OK. I told her I sure was. I told her she was remarkable and that I had really enjoyed the late afternoon with her.

Some how our small talk never went to sex. But we did learn many things about each other that we did not tell before hand. We talked about our parents and where we grew up. Our schools and our goals. Gwen was a little vague about her goal; I did not press her for answers. The time went by quickly, much too quick for me. The plane landed and when it came to a full stop and people started standing, my stomach turned over. From nerves I guess. I didn't want this evening to end. I would fly forever sitting next to Gwen.

As we walked down the jet way, I think we both where awkward. We did not talk much. When we reached the waiting area there was another crowd of people. I was following Gwen but two others got in between us. Before I could catch up, I heard a woman's voice calling out for Gwen. My stomach sank into my socks. Shit! Shit! What should I do or say now. Thinking quickly I pulled my business card and caught Gwen just before she got to the other woman. I said excuse me but I think you dropped this. I handed her my card and she thanked me, but held my hand just a tad too long.

I stood there watching Gwen and the other woman walking away. The others from our plane passed me as I stood there. Just before Gwen walked out the door to the street side, she turned towards me and threw me a kiss.



Delayed Force Fantasy



We'd been talking online for two months until I finally lured him to my house the first time. At least that's the way it felt.

He wanted me, and I him. We'd had phone sex a dozen times—he had such a good voice. Smart, grammatical, and not a hint of danger signs, even when he was—as we established very quickly we both wanted—describing, in great detail, the ways he wanted to rape me.

Yes, rape. (I believe in calling things what they are. So did he.) We both had an element of apology in our stated desires. And then we said them. Again and again, our voices cracking as we came, our shared aural narratives of violation ringing in each others' heads.

When he finally came to me—he balked. Not that he didn't fuck me. He did. Four times during the sleepless night. Or that he didn't tie me up at various times, spank me, or place his hot hand over my mouth, usually at the end, when he was coming (and I usually was as well.) It's just that I couldn't draw him out of his polite, civilized shell. Not all the way. When he left in the morning, it was with averted eyes, and a promise to write me. He did—and it was a mess.

He rambled, he waffled. It was clear he was afraid—afraid of letting himself go because then we'd have made a connection that he feared he'd have to follow up on in reality. Or, I thought, the sight of me, the reality of me, scared him because I wasn't what he thought. My mind—as much of a mess as his—thought about my weight, my performance. Maybe just who I was.

We licked our wounds for a few weeks. Then he wrote this. No warning— just black words on a white background of my email, left for me on my laptop like an intruder, lying in wait:

Tell me a day you are free. All day and all night. I will leave my door unlocked. (He'd never given me his address, another worry.) The lights will be off. You will park where I tell you, then walk in the door. When you choose to enter my door, you will signal your agreement to the following scenario and conditions:

—You will be raped, all night, until the sun comes up. At exactly 7 a.m., you will be untied and released. I won't be here when you remove the blindfold you will have been wearing all night. You will wait, as instructed, until you count to a slow 100. Then you will remove your blindfold, dress yourself, and leave. 

—You will receive no reassurances once you walk through that door. Whatever sounds you hear as you are raped will be from your rapist.

—Your pre-established limits will be observed, but they will not be adjusted or changed once you choose to walk through that door, no matter what you say. When you are allowed to say anything. As understood, those limits are as follows:

No body waste.

No permanent marks or injuries.

No unexpected third (or more) parties.

Anal sex (if I choose to violate that sweet, fat ass) will be lubricated, and any body part used to violate your ass will be thoroughly washed before continuing. 

You will not be put in actual danger of your life.

—Any adjustments to those limits, or any other doubts or questions, will be addressed before you walk through that door. Once you choose to do so (should you choose to do so), there is nothing further to discuss.

—You have until noon tomorrow to respond.

I sat in my computer chair, staring at this message—no preamble, no salutation—for what seemed like an hour. When I came back to myself, I felt the cooling wetness between my legs. So, he's worked up his resolve, I thought, staring again at the message. The cold, stark words made me shudder, and my panties drench afresh. This guy...

I thought about it for a good, long time. About that one night together, and his big, burly body. I knew he was as self-conscious about his belly as I was about mine (although his height and strength made him very impressive to me—not that he'd hear of it.) About the words he'd growled in my ear on those long nights on the phone—what he said he wanted to do to me. Almost without noticing, my left hand slipped under the waistband of my underpants and strayed idly through my moistened thatch as I stared at his words. I thought of that hand—so dry and strong even in his exertions inside me—clamping my mouth shut with exquisite pain. I smelled his armpits in the dark, his crotch—thick and deliciously musky—as he forced his nicely thick cock between my lips. I heard his groan—like triumph, like shame— as he thrust, pumping inside that damned condom inside me. (Never be too careful.) I slipped my fingers roughly against my now sopping lips.

And sent him just the date—the next day.



Delayed Gratification



It is the middle of the afternoon and I'm sitting in my room. It's a warm day and I feel slightly overheated. I want to go outside, but I know I should be working. Summoning all the reserve I can, I turn to the computer and continue typing the research paper which is due tomorrow. I've already started and it's going well. A few minutes later, I hear a knock on my door. I'm sure it's you; no one else comes to visit me spontaneously.

"Come in" I holler.

You walk in and set your bag on the floor. Your smile brightens the room noticeably and I can't help but turn to smile back at you. You walk forward into my embrace, me sitting at the computer, you standing in front of me. After a moment, I purr and allow my hand to slide down to grab your bottom. You have such a great ass, I can rarely keep my hands off it. You pull away, giving me a chiding look, but tempered by your gorgeous smile.

"Back to work" you say, moving to sit on the bed behind me.

Tearing my eyes away from you, I turn back to the computer and resume my typing. I ask you about how your day went and if classes went well. You explain that O-Chem was hell and the physics professor is the worst test writer you've ever seen. Other than that, the day has been OK. You walk up behind me and run your hands down my shoulders, over my chest and stomach, and rest them on my thighs. Leaning over, you nuzzle your head next to mine and look at what I've written. Giving me a little kiss on the cheek, you say,

"Not bad, except for the fact that I have no idea what you're talking about."

Grinning sheepishly, and I turn to face you and kiss you lightly.

"Sorry. I'll see if I can be a little less complex."

Suddenly I notice that your shoulders are bare. When you see the recognition in my eyes, you slowly stand up a bit. Turning my chair, I can see your beautiful, bare torso glowing in the afternoon light. Smiling, you say,

"I was a little too warm so I took off my shirt. I hope you don't mind."

The impish glint in your eye reveals that the room temperature wasn't the primary factor in your disrobing. I glance at the door and notice that you locked it behind you.

"Mmmm..." I purr seductively, as I reach forward, pulling you towards me. I am anticipating nuzzling my face in your wonderful breasts, kissing them, sucking the nipples, running my hands up and down the smooth, supple skin of your back--

"Ah, ah, ah!" you say, placing a finger on my nose and holding me back, "You still have work to do."

I can see that I'm not going to get anywhere right now, so I content myself with a plaintive moan and light kiss on your fingers as I turn back to the computer. I hear you chuckle softly behind me. It is hard to work; I can't stop thinking about you. I know you are topless and I want you in my arms. You are wearing one of your cute, short, wrap-around skirts and I remember from this morning that you have on high-cut white panties underneath. Your strong legs are exposed and end in the cutest, most lovable feet I have ever seen. Since we first met I have been fascinated by your feet. They are so soft and smooth and well shaped that I nearly want to worship them. As it is, I kiss them every chance I get. It pleases me immensely that we both get so much pleasure when I rub them. I guess I'm a mild foot-fetishist. J 

Such thoughts are making it difficult to stay focused on my paper. 

And then you decide to be really mean.

Just as I get an inspiration and start to type again, I feel you move up close behind me. You breathe softly into my left ear.

"Mmmm," you moan softly, "I love you."

Your hands once again, slowly, descend across my chest, lightly pinching my nipples. You exhale heavily into my ear again and nip the lobe with your lips. You know how much this turns me on, that my ears are one of my biggest erogenous zones, and that my nipples are easily stimulated as well. My eyes close and my fingers halt as a light sigh of pleasure escapes me.

"You make me so happy," you say directly into my ear, exciting me further, "and I want to make you happy, too."

As I begin to turn around towards you I say, "You do..." I am starting to reach for you, my mouth seeking yours—and then you pull away.

"Not now, you still have that paper to write. It's due tomorrow."

You know that being cruel to me this way frustrates me with anticipation. I know that you enjoy seeing me frustrated and excited, and that it excites you too. I try to focus on finishing my paper so that you'll let me touch you but you are determined to make things "hard" for me. 

As I type, you continue to run your hands across my chest, shoulders, and back. Occasionally you lightly nibble my ear or kiss my neck. I can feel my erection pressing uncomfortably against my shorts.

"Naughty, naughty," you say when you notice. Your mischievous smile is almost enough to make me lose all self-control, but I know that the most fun for both of us will come from prolonging this play. I again moan plaintively, my eyes begging you to let me forget the paper and focus on you. Of course, you don't. Instead you move to the bed. You lie down and start flipping through one of my Dilbert books. You grin at me as I turn back to the computer.

I force myself to concentrate and soon I have finished. With a sigh, I turn back around.

You are still laying on the bed, but your skirt has fallen open. Caressing you with my eyes, I move from your soft, dark hair to your beautiful face. I have always thought you were beautiful; your inner beauty magnifying your physical beauty, turning you into a sort of terrestrial angel. As my gaze flows over your exquisite skin, I cannot help but marvel at how wonderfully well-formed you are. Your body curves in all the right places, in all the right ways. I know you have been working out a bit, and I can see the slight, and very sexy, deltoid distinction on your shoulders. Your breasts rise smoothly from your chest, enticing but not showy. Your stomach is smooth and I can just make out your cute little belly button. As my eyes move down further, I am drawn to your thighs and I can see how they have become quite toned over the summer. Your bottom is not really visible, but I can see it in my mind. As usual, I am feeling a strong desire to take a big bite of that muscular portion of your anatomy. I move down your legs, admiring their shape and finally I reach your feet. For some reason, your feet are the part I find the most attractive. I want to worship them, kiss them, and rub them all at the same time. I pull my gaze back and again admire you holistically. You are absolutely beautiful.

Rising from my chair, I walk over to the bed. You don't notice until I straddle you and interfere with your reading by leaning over and kissing you lightly on the shoulder. I purr softly and smile at you.

"Are you done?" you ask with suspicion in your eyes.

"Mmmm, yes," I say as I press forward and push the book off the bed. 

Delight is apparent in your face as you exclaim, "Oh goody!" I lean forward some more and kiss you. Suddenly I feel myself being pushed off... the edge of the bed! I let out a squawk as I tumble glacelessly onto the floor. I look up and see you laying there looking very self-content and giggling. 

"Oh, I see," I say, pulling myself together. Suddenly I jump up and climb on top of you nuzzling deep into your neck while simultaneously reaching around to tickle you. I know that about the only spot you're ticklish is just under and to the side of your breasts. My tickling drives you into a fit of writhing under me, trying to get away. I stop tickling and let you get away a bit. "No fair!" you exclaim, but with a smile. I grin back and say, "So what are you going to do about it?" 

"This!" you say quickly as you attack me. Your hands start running across my torso, concentrating on my ribs, looking for a spot where I'm ticklish. Being tickled by you is adding to my arousal as our hands roam haphazardly over each others' bodies and I wiggle around 'trying' to escape. My shirt has come untucked and in the process of ticking it gets removed. You are now sitting on top of me, straddling my hips. "Ha!" you say. Seeing you kneeling above me is quite a sight, and I pause a moment to enjoy looking at you. Our eyes meet and you lower yourself slowly into my embrace. We smile at each other and purr softly before entering into a blissful kiss. And another. And another. 

Soon we are rolling around on the bed, holding each other in warm loving embraces and focusing on the wonderful kisses we are sharing. Our hands roam across each other's backs, holding each other closer, wanting to pull ourselves so tightly into each other that we become one. 

I reach down and grab your bottom, pulling you into me. "You...have...the...greatest...butt." I say through our kissing.

"Mmm-nnn," you disagree, "you do." I feel your hand slide down my back and onto my butt. 

"Hey," you say, pulling back a bit. You notice that my pants are still on and slide your hand around to my front and begin unbuckling my belt. I move my hand so that I can untie your skirt. It comes off easily and I toss it onto the floor. You have gotten my pants undone and start pushing them down over my hips, all the while we continue kissing. In moments they're off and our bodies pull tightly back together, relishing the feel of the skin contact. Our tongues begin to press back and forth, probing each other's mouths, seeking new ways to make kissing pleasurable.

I bring my right hand up to pull your head even more into mine, pressing our lips more tightly together. Then I allow it to slide down your neck, over you shoulder, and down to cup your left breast. With a slight squeeze I lift your breast in a circular motion and rub my fingers across the nipple. My hand then glides down your stomach and across your thigh, reaching around to again squeeze your butt. I use it as a grip to pull you into me, then knead the cheek slowly. I slide my whole body down yours and breath heavily on the left breast's nipple. Smiling up at you, I lower my lips and begin to kiss your breast. My right hand returns to your left breast as I begun to suck your right breast into my mouth. I know you enjoy this and my belief is confirmed when I glance up and see your eyes closed and your head hanging back in pleasure. Lightly, I bite at the nipple and then suck on it exclusively .After a moment I let it go with a barely audible pop. I begin to run my tongue across your breast and over the nipple. It, like the left one, has become erect. I blow on it gently and then tease it with my left hand—running my fingers over it, kissing it, tugging gently on it. All to bring you pleasure.

Knowing there is a limit to how much of this you like, I slide back up, and kiss you again. I gaze into your eyes. "I love you." I say. 

"I love you three."

"I love you eight," I reply with a grin. You have such beautiful green eyes... I can just get lost in them.

"I love you ten," you say with a giggle.

"That's a lot of love," I say, with feigned incredulity.

"I guess I'll just have to demonstrate." With that you reach down and slide your hand into my underpants. I feel you rubbing my penis, gripping and stroking it, reaching down to hold my balls. It feels so wonderful, I just lie there on my side next to you with my eyes closed and enjoy the sensation. You lean over and kiss me lovingly. I open my eyes and see your loving gaze. 

We are such a great pair. We fell in love slowly, building our relationship into a thing of beauty and trust. We both take such joy from making the other happy, and as a result, we both are.

With another silent kiss you continue massaging my penis. You move your head around to the side of mine and nibble my ear, kissing and breathing into it. My excitement jumps. You know how pleasurable this is for me and my entire body responds, rising up and turning to make it easier for you to kiss my ear and rub my cock. Your kisses then make a trail down my neck and chest, stopping at my nipples. As sensitive as your nipples are, mine are equally strong erogenous zones. You begin to kiss and suck my right nipple while your fingers toy with my left. My back arches, pressing my chest into you, my body pleading for you to continue forever. But you don't. You move your kisses back up my chest to my neck, where you nibble a bit. Your hand slides around my hip to grasp and squeeze my butt. Moving your hand down and around, you push my underpants down. Wiggling my legs I am soon able to kick them off.

I wrap my leg around your hip and pull you close, enveloping you in my arms. For a moment I just gaze into your eyes. We both know what the other is thinking and our thoughts mirror each other. After another brief squeeze with my leg, I slide it down along yours until we are laying evenly next to each other again. With a light kiss I reach under the waistband of your panties and caress your butt. It's as soft and smooth as the rest of you. I just can't get enough of it—squeezing it is pure pleasure as it yields with firm resistance; I can feel the muscle which only turns me on more. My hand slides lower and I begin to rub your pussy. You are very hot and very wet as my finger runs up and down over your entrance, occasionally pressing in a bit. I press my hips into you, my penis rubbing up against your upper thigh and pubic mound. I hear your breathing becoming heavier and slightly uneven. I begin to rub more fervently, pressing into your pussy more deeply. I pull your top leg over mine to allow me better access to you. My finger is now able to slide all the way up to your clit and I make sure not to ignore it. Your breathing is now getting pretty ragged as you build to a climax. 

But I don't want to make you cum quite yet. Easing up on the rubbing I kiss my way down your neck, your chest, your stomach until I am at the edge of your panties. I can smell you, and as usual you smell wonderful. I kiss you through your wet panties as my hands slide along your skin to grasp the edges of the waistband. Slowly I pull them down and you lift your butt to help me slide them off. Now I am looking at your beautiful pussy and gazing up the length of your body. This is one of my favorite views—nearly all your beauty is visible and I can easily stimulate you. Normally I would start by kissing all around your thighs and the outside of your twat, but the intensity of this afternoon sex is too much for me. I immediately go for your clit and give it a strong, long lick. Your whole body responds, arching up and pressing your pussy forward toward me. A slight moan of pleasure escapes your lips. I know how much you love oral sex and it thrills me that I enjoy giving it as much as you enjoy receiving it. This is my favorite part of our sex life; if I could, I'd eat you for hours at a time. Consequently, I work hard to make it as pleasurable as I can, prolonging your build-up as much as I can. After that first lick I continue in earnest. I lick up and down your outer lips, gradually sliding my tongue around the inner and outer surfaces. I know the inner part of the slit is more sensitive so I concentrate there. Occasionally I come up to flick across your clit, and every time I do, I feel your entire body twitch and you make sounds of pleasure. Pointing my tongue I press it deeply into your pussy, then lick around the opening. I know you are extremely aroused because you are pressing your pelvis down and forward, trying to force me to concentrate on the most sensitive part of you. But I won't, I continue to lick up, down, and across your entire pussy. Using just my lips I nibble on you and then return to tongue-fucking you. Suddenly my tongue whips up the length of your slit and wraps around your clit, rubbing back and forth across it. I feel your entire body tense up and I see your arms are outstretched, your hands clenching the bedsheets. I slide my left hand up across your stomach and squeeze your right breast while my right hand reaches out to hold your hand. As I continue to swirl my tongue around your clit, the strength of your grip and the way you clench my hand tell me how close you are to cumming. Your whole body is a giant mass of clenched muscles as I go into overdrive. Your breath is coming only in gasps of pleasure now. With one last lick I feel you go into the final convulsion, your legs squeezing tightly together, pulling me back from you and squeezing my head. 

You cannot speak. You can hardly move. I know that you are in a haze of ecstasy with warmth pulsing through your body. I smile and am proud that I have once again managed to give you this incredible gift. 

I lay down next to you, face to face, and smile at the way you are glowing. After a few moments, you sigh slightly and open your eyes. Our gazes meet and you smile back at me. Reaching for each other, we enter into slow, deep kisses. Soon your kissing has become more passionate and assertive. Your hand runs down my chest and then wraps around my penis. You begin stroking me, first slowly, then more rapidly. As I start to writhe and moan you switch from stroking to rubbing, occasionally reaching around to caress or lightly squeeze my balls. Rolling me onto my back, you slide on top of me and press your twat against my stomach.

"Can you feel how wet and hot I am?" you ask as you grind you pelvis into my abdomen.

"Mmmm, yes," I say, "You are sooo great."

Laying down on me, you begin to slide up and down my torso. I can feel your pubic hair rubbing along me and your wetness creating a slick line. Your breasts sway slightly as you move and I can feel your nipples running across my chest, brushing against mine. I am so turned on I can barely control myself, having you come onto me like this turns me on even more. I love you so much...

You slide down a bit lower so my penis is sliding in your slit, but is unable to enter you until you decide to let me. We begin to develop a rhythm and wonderful feelings are running through my cock. I want to be in you but I want to let you stay in control. I know you are increasingly aroused as my dick rubs directly against your clitoris and I can hear you moaning a little. You look down at me and smile. Then, kissing me lightly, you slide forward and rise up a bit... I smile lovingly. And then you lower yourself onto me. As your body slowly engulfs mine, I am forced to close my eyes. I remember how extraordinary it felt the first time we made love and I feel that way again. We start moving in sync with each other, compounding the extremely pleasurable feelings coursing through us. You sit straight up, place a hand on my chest and smile down at me. Smiling back up at you, I am struck by what a beautiful sight is in front of me. Seeing your body plunging up and down on me, my penis disappearing into you, your gorgeous body rising up unobstructed over me, I am so aroused that I almost cum right then. I know you won't be able to last long like this so I press up into you with added vigor. With a powerful gasp and moan, you begin to cum. Your face becomes tight and I feel your twat convulse around me. You half fall forward, both your hands now on my chest to support you. Stroking your hair with one hand and lightly pinching your nipple with the other I go into overdrive, plunging into you with all my might. My eyes clench shut and I grab a handful of covers tightly, I feel like my dick is going to explode. With a last little bite into your shoulder I erupt in an extremely powerful cum. I feel several pulses shoot out of me.

At last it slows and I begin to recover. I still cannot open my eyes or release the grip of my hand. It's very rare that I'll cum so dramatically that my muscles lock up, but that is what has happened, you have such a powerful effect on me. I can feel you lay down on top of me and stroke my hair lightly. Like some kind of fairy tale, your light kiss is what enables me to "wake up." I open my eyes and return your smile, at the same time I wrap my arms around you in a warm, loving embrace. After a moment, you roll off me and we clean each other up a bit. Then we cuddle up close, holding each other and just enjoying being together in the afterglow of such wonderful lovemaking. 




Delayed Gratification



The rope tightens. You don't recognize it as I wrap it around your arms and ankles and it was coarser than the one we often use. You can already feel the irritation of the fibers against your skin. You resolve to move as little as possible. Given how tight the rope was wrapped, you figure you stand a good chance of achieving that. I am spending more time than usual focusing on the rope work. You lay still on your back in bed. Your legs are bent with your knees up. The rope is fixed firmly around your ankles and hips, holding your legs firmly in position. They are splayed slightly open. Your arms are held against your sides with your hands alongside your hips. As I work to lace the ropes across your chest and shoulders your mind drifts to what led up to this session.

You know you had stepped over the line this time. You always liked to be wild and press boundaries, and this time your words had gone too far. Often I was willing to indulge you. But this time, you felt sure that I was going to have a punishment. It had been a while since I had employed some corrective measures to reign you back in a bit. So it was not a huge surprise when you arrived home from work that I was waiting for you with a serious look on my face. We had eaten dinner in uncharacteristic silence, before I led you to the bedroom.

A sharp tug on the rope drags you back to the present. I seem to be pulling back and forth with intention. I watch the skin on your chest redden as I do. As I complete my work, I step back and take you in. I see your eyes following me as I step around the bed. Only your head and neck are free to move. I lean down and kiss your lips. The kiss is soft and expressive. This act of kindness generates surprise in your eyes. I lean back and smile.

"I will be back in a little bit, princess. Don't go anywhere." I chuckle proudly at my witty comment as I turn and leave the room. You hear me go down the hall into the living area. You hear me rustling in the kitchen, then the TV turns on and you hear the game. The creaks of the chair are quite audible from the bedroom and you realize I have no immediate plans to return any time soon. You steady your mind for what you see will be a test of patience and endurance. You are not ready to give in, still defiant against my discipline, and enjoying the mental game between us. Your muscles already call out for movement. Every time you try to appease them, you feel the rope retraining you. Even though you know you can bring me running in an instant with our safe word, you know you would never live down not being able to take the punishment, and you are not ready to fully submit or give in. You resolve to still yourself and let your mind go blank to just allow the time to pass without your notice.

When you awake you feel torn between two intense feelings. The first feeling is the ache of your muscles throughout your body as you find yourself still restrained in the same position you've been in now for some time. They are calling to you to move and to move now. The second feeling is incredible pleasure. You know that feeling and cannot quite believe you are feeling it now. It is my warm breath between your legs. My lips kissing you. Tongue pressing into you. My moans as I taste you. You squirm against the ropes as I continue to do all of the things that I know you love. I trace soft circles around your clit with my tongue. I brush my face lightly against your pussy. My teeth nibble on your labia. You inhale deeply. In your mind, you are forming questions that you want to ask, but they never seem to make it out of your mouth. Caught between the pain and pleasure, all you can muster is a moan. It is a low and telling one. I know your body well. I spend just a few more moments kissing your sweet goodness, running my tongue over your clit. Then I pause, at just the right time. I can feel the tension heighten inside of you ... the energy just waiting to be released. I know you want it. I lean in softly and kiss your clit, slowly and gently, just as I did with your lips earlier in the evening. As I finish, I lean back. Your body is taut with anticipation. Then I break the silence.

"No." I stand and you watch me move to the bathroom door. 

Your plea starts in your eyes, but quickly moves to your lips. "Please, please, sir. Please, don't go!" I turn and look somewhat sternly at you. You continue to strain against the bonds holding you still.

"No. Not tonight. You will be permitted to finish only when you completely submit."

I leave for the bathroom to get ready for bed. Your mind begins to process the lesson. Soon I return. Your body is still on edge, and very much unresolved and unsettled. I whisper, "You must stay exactly as you are and completely still until I release you with my voice, princess." I set about to untie you from the ropes. One by one, the knots dissolve. I watch you work to retain your posture without moving your muscles. I can tell you want to rub the places where your skin is most red. I know your muscles are aching for movement. I watch on your face the tug-of-war between your desire to obey them and obey me. I finally finish. I stand and watch the soft fall and rise of your chest. I turn and leave the room, head down the hall to the kitchen. I return just a moment later carrying a glass of water. You have worked hard to stay in place, though for a moment you wish the ropes were still there holding you in place, as having to do it yourself seems much harder than you thought it would be. I stand beside you. "Would you like some water, princess?"

"Yes, please, sir," you reply.

"Okay then. You may sit up." I watch as you move for the first time in hours. It takes you a moment to rise to a sitting position. You reflexively seem to check that everything still works as you reach for the water and take a deep drink.

"Now, why don't you get ready for bed, princess. But remember this, no orgasms for you until I say so. Do you understand?" You nod silently.

It does not take long before you return to the bedroom, and I feel you slide into bed beside me. I take you into my arms and hold you close as we both fall asleep.

The next day had been quite normal at work, and at home when we both returned. There was no talk of the previous night, though there was a little more sexual tension in the air than normal. We talked together for most of the evening until you decided it was time for a bath. I hear you run the water and then hear it stop. I know you've most likely slid into the warm water.

The door opens and I step into the bathroom. You turn to look at me. Your eyes grow wide as you see me naked. I place one finger to my lips. I step to the bathtub, and lean down to push you forward a bit. I step inside and behind you. I sit. Reaching forward, I first release the plug and the water begins to drain. I then find the handheld shower head, turn on the water and pull you back to me. One arm wraps around you to hold you firmly against me. I begin to softly nibble on your ear as I let the warm water from the jets run up and down your arm and your upper chest. As the water line gradually lowers, I move the spray to new areas ... your breasts, then your tummy. I run it over your knees as they emerge from the water, and then up and down your thighs. I pull you back to nestle against me more as I part your legs. Finally the water drops below your waist. I can feel your breathing change in anticipation of the feel of the warm pulses of water on your most sensitive parts. 

I let the water focus on your inner thighs. I dial back the pressure so that it is light and broad across your skin. As the water drops even lower, it brushes over and past your pussy. I keep the water moving, and it never lingers long in one place. I continue to hold you firmly in place. You can feel my cock pressing into you from behind. As the minutes slip by, I focus the water more and more into a tight, solid, steady stream. I also send it over your clit more and more frequently. I take my time, building you up, and then backing off some, before bringing the water back at you with renewed intensity. Your body ebbs and flows, but clearly continues to build toward a release. You feel the unresolved tension from yesterday flowing through you anew. Your nerves seem more reactive and receptive than ever. I listen. I watch. My whisper breaks the unspoken silence between us.

"You were so good today, princess." I feel you nod as your hips swivel. "I know what you want next." I hear you moan softly as your breath sharpens noticeably.

"Yes, I want it, and I want it now. Thank you, sir." you reply.

I whisper again in your ear, "No." I turn the water away from you and quickly turn it off. A deep moan escapes you. I hold you close and still as your body hangs again unresolved. I can almost feel you try to call the orgasm forward with your mind, but you cannot. The moment passes slowly by. You whimper softly, but only once. After your breathing returns to a more regular rhythm, I stand, and help you out of the tub. We dry off and get ready for bed. Before long we again are under the covers, next to one another. I can sense some reluctance in you as I pull you to me. I know you are working to reconcile the orgasm and release that you want against your desire to submit to me and my timing. Your impulse is to demand it, or at least plead more for it hoping that I will be merciful, but you know that would only prolong the agony. You know the lesson I am teaching. You begin to see the path forward in your mind. Our sleep is fitful that night.

The third day seems to go slowly for both of us. We finally make it home and make our way through dinner. There isn't too much talk tonight, but you are more compliant than normal. After cleaning the kitchen, we sit for a moment in the living area.

"Are you ready, princess?" I ask.

You swing your gaze to me and look at me intently. "Yes, sir. I am yours." You seem more determined than normal to accept whatever I have in mind.

"Good girl. Come with me." I lead you down the hall to the bedroom. Standing in front of you, I kiss you softly. I let my hands slowly roam over your body exploring. I work to slowly undress you, bit by bit, taking time to kiss around your face and neck. As I finish, I step back to take in your beautiful form. I lead you to lay down on your back on the bed. I position your legs exactly as they were two nights ago, knees up and legs spread. I lay down beside you, positioning my head beside yours. My fingers trace your body with a light touch. I begin whispering to you.

"Tonight, no ropes, and no arms to hold you. Only your own concentration and focus will keep you still. You must not move. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir." Your reply is almost silent. I watch the focus on your face as you look up at the ceiling. My fingers continue to caress you and touch you. I pinch your nipples. I tease your lips. They run lightly on your inner thigh. I give in to temptation and lean over to nibble on your nipple, rolling it between my teeth. After a few minutes, I lean my head back beside yours again, whispering, "Remember, you may not move, and you most certainly may not come."

I stand and go to my dresser. After opening and closing a drawer, I return. I position myself between your legs. My fingers gently pull aside your labia. I can see your wetness glistening in the soft light. I let my fingers slowly explore you with soft touches. My movements are slow, and not with specific intent to turn you on, though the feeling of me causes you to continue to become more and more aroused. I watch you focus on your breathing, steady and measured.

The relative quiet ends with the soft buzz of the toy. You feel it touch you in the exact same way my fingers were exploring you just moments earlier, but the vibration adds a new and compelling sensation. I touch your labia. Then I gently and ever so slightly slide up and down between them. As I reach the bottom, I push in a little more deeply and the tip disappears just inside you. I slowly drag the toy up. I watch you steel yourself for the next few seconds as the toy passes lightly over your clit. It then follows a path back lower. Your eyes close as you work to stay calm and still. The toy slides further inside you, and then returns to move back up. This time as it passes over your clit, it pauses. It is just touching you lightly. I can see the soft button of your flesh moving in response to the toy. I watch your pussy become even wetter. I gently press the toy against you a bit more. You begin to feel the vibrations move through you. In response, you begin to feel the quickening of your heartbeat in your clit. 

I begin to circle the toy around and around. Your breathing is irregular. I am studying you very closely to ensure that you retain control. I see a few small muscle movements. I pull the toy away, hovering just off your skin. I sense you relax for a moment. Then I reapply, holding it firmly in place. Then I remove it. This goes on at a varying pace for a couple of minutes. I can feel your body being pushed to the edge. I see small tremors in some of your muscles as you work to control them. I notice your teeth appear to almost be biting through your lower lip. There is perspiration on your brow and your upper chest. With my free hand I reach up and pinch your nipple. You flinch just a bit at the surprise touch. I start moving the toy quickly over your clit, then it slides lower and pushes inside you. Then it moves back up. Your work to control your physical responses leaves me fewer clues, but I know you well enough, that at just the right moment, I pull my hands back. Silence reigns for one beat, and then a second.

"No. Not tonight." You exhibit very little physical response, other than a very soft, uneven whisper, "No, sir. Not tonight." As much as I know you want the orgasm to come, I also sense your relief that the agony of keeping it at bay is over. I return the toy to the dresser, and come back to lead you to the bathroom as we once again get ready for bed. As we settle in, you press your body against mine. It is not long until we drift off to sleep.

It took me a few moments to realize what was going on as I woke. I am lying on my back, and you are pressed against me with one leg over my body. The movement of your hips is clear as you grind against me. I swivel my head to see your eyes are closed. You are dreaming, and your subconscious is in control. I can hear you begin to mumble incoherently in your sleep. Interspersed with the nonsense words, I hear:

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Now, please."

"Touch me."

"Mmmm."

"I want that."

Your grinding becomes stronger as I watch your eyes fluttering behind your eyelids. I can see you driving yourself forward further and further. Soft moans escape your mouth. Many nonsense words fill the room. But then, like the striking of a clock, you stop. In the silence I hear you whisper, "No. No. Not tonight, princess." You breathe in deeply and then exhale. Then your breathing begins to steady and deepen as you return to a deeper sleep. Your body rests against me. I smile as you do, and turn to kiss you softly on the forehead. "Such a good princess you are." I hear a soft purr in response.

The following day was to be one spent together, doing some shopping and chores. We did not speak of the previous night. You seemed more relaxed, even if your body felt full of energy ready to be released. The anticipation of the evening was palpable between us. You were hoping that you had done well enough in controlling yourself. You did not fully know how well you had done though.

I decide to take you out to dinner and we spend a nice evening with wine and plenty of flirting and sexy talk. We feel closer than we've been in a while. As we arrive home, you turn to me and say, "I know what you want, and I will be waiting for you, sir." You disappear down the hall and into the bedroom. I do a few things in the living area, before I follow you.

In the bedroom, I find your beautiful body laying naked and still on the bed with your knees raised. I take a few moments to disrobe. Standing at the foot of the bed, I look at you, patiently waiting. I move on to the bed, but this time instead of moving to the side, I position myself between your legs. I lower my body on top of yours. My face aligns with yours as my cock nestles against your pussy. I stroke your hair as I feel your warmth beneath me. My hips begin to press down and I begin to grind against you.


I open my mouth, but before I can speak, I hear you whisper, "Don't worry, I know. I won't come, sir." I lean down to kiss you as I begin to grind myself into your clit. My hands slide down under your ass as I press and pull you to me. We kiss. Our tongues play. My hands massage you. My teeth nibble on your lips. My hips press and swing. Our bodies seem to call to one another as we begin our special dance.

The thrust comes quickly after a pivot back with my hips. Your pussy welcomes me deep within. You gasp as I fill you, and I moan in response. I hold inside, lost in the soft warmth that envelopes me completely. I grind against your clit. Your body enjoys the freedom of movement it has tonight, but I still see on your face a measure of restraint.

After holding inside for a minute, I push myself up just a bit to look at your face. Then the stillness ends. My thrusts arrive full, deep, and fast. My eyes stare at you intently as my hands move to your shoulders, to pin you down. I see the look in your eyes as you realize you can no longer control the outcome. The pace and pressure will push you too far, but at the same time, it is a destination you long to reach.

Harder and faster. I grind against you with each thrust. Your eyes roll back in your head and then snap back to mine. The room echoes with our breathing and moaning. A shudder runs through your body. I feel it inside you, and I stop.

So many emotions flash over your face as you arrive at the precipice once again. But inside, you knew I would not make you break the rule. Without ever breaking eye contact with you, I lean myself back on my knees while still inside you. I can feel my cock pulsing and beating within your pussy. Looking down at you, I smile. My hands slide down your chest to your waist and then my thumbs draw together to your clit. I start to roll it slowly between my thumbs as my cock continues to fill you.

Your breathing is deep and shallow all at the same time. Your hips roll and your voice moans out to me. You hover on the edge. I watch you as you watch me. I breathe in slowly. As I exhale, I whisper to you:

"Yes, princess."

The response is immediate. Your body is lost as it moves to its own beat. You twist and shake. You groan and grasp at the bed. I feel the contractions move through your body again and again, squeezing me as I hold inside of you. I watch as you ride it through. It seems as if it would never end. My thumbs slow just as you begin to fall back. Your eyes regain their focus on me, though you continue to have small uncontrolled movements throughout your body. My body patiently waits as I watch. Instinctively, you know what comes next. As we stare into each other's eyes, I see your lips move:

"Yes, sir."

I smile at you as my hands slide to the sides of your hips. I hold you still against me and very slowly close my eyes. There is no thrust. There is only the very slightest imperceptible movement of me inside of you. Without any other warning, you watch that familiar look on my face just as you feel the first spasm inside you, then another, and then another. My lungs breathe in deeply as you watch my face, seemingly wrapped in agony and serenity at the same time. As my rhythm gradually slows, my eyes reopen and I lower myself down to you. Our lips meet as our bodies completely relax into each other with our long-delayed mutual gratification now complete.



Delayed Gratification



"I love you," you say.

"I love you too."

"I love you five," you say with a slight giggle.

"I love you eight," I reply smiling.

With a grin you say, "I love you ten!" and we both hug each other and chuckle.



Delayed Honeymoon Pt. 01



My husband and I were sitting in a limousine heading for luxurious accommodations on a cruise to the Caribbean for a honeymoon trip. Unfortunately reality and that statement are a bit at odds. Actually, we were on a bus described as a limousine - a nice bus, but still a bus. Our cruise accommodations actually involved an inside cabin and we called it a "delayed honeymoon" because we had no money for one when we were married ten years before and this would be a sort of replacement. But that bus ride and cruise took place years in the past.

In fact, I'm writing about an event that took place a little over twenty years ago, an event that had repercussions that, in a way, will mature in a few short weeks. It has been a private secret all these years and I know that I will feel relief to finally confess it in writing even if no one but me reads it. I think that it will be like the confessional in which only God, through the priest, knows of my sin. Oddly enough, however, while my actions clearly violate the Commandment "Thou should not commit adultery" and I was born and raised as a devout Catholic, I really have no strong feeling of guilt and, certainly, no regrets. No, that is not completely true - I did suffer the pangs of guilt, felt remorse and had a guilty conscience for some time, but those feelings have largely vanished with the years and with a firm belief that nothing bad, and something very good, came from my indiscretion. I'd better go back to the beginning which actually was about thirty years ago when my boyfriend, now my husband, and I graduated from college.

We were deeply in love - still are, for that matter - and had our future all planned out. He had majored in accounting and statistics and had lined up a very good job in his field. I was an English lit major and had graduated with honors and had been awarded a position as a graduate assistant teaching while I worked on my Master's. I loved academia and my real ambition was to get a PhD and teach at the collegiate level. I had idolized many of my professors, had serious crushes on a few of them, and I wanted to be one of them. We were in complete agreement on this goal and we, necessarily, planned to put off having a family until it was accomplished.

The wedding was small but lovely. As I said before, we had no money or time for a honeymoon (although Jim's company gave him a week off) so we just enjoyed a period of joyful togetherness in our first apartment before the new semester began. This, of course, included a considerable amount of sexual intercourse with no rubber barrier reducing our pleasure. We had used condoms (we called them rubbers then) before, but I was now on the pill. Life was good. 

After that delightful week reality came back, but in a good way. I attended my first graduate courses and one seminar and, most exciting of all, faced my first students as a college instructor. It was frightening but exciting. But then, the blow fell - I was pregnant!

Something had gone wrong but neither I nor my gynecologist could think of any mistake I could have made since I was certain that I hadn't missed any pills, but I was undeniably pregnant. Some women love being pregnant, some have easy pregnancies, but not me! I hated it and so did my body, and my academic career was put on hold. I was forced to drop out at the end of the first semester and, the following May, I had a baby girl. I loved her and I was a doting mother, but I still resented the limitations placed on me. When she was a year old, I began considering ways in which my academic career could be revived - but when she was one and a half, I was pregnant again. With what turned out to be my second daughter, my dreams of Master's and PhD degrees turned into distant fantasies.

In some ways, making the whole situation even worse was the surprising discovery that I was one of an infinity small number of women for whom the pill simply didn't work. Again, I was certain, I had done nothing wrong. I had never missed taking a pill, never used the incorrect schedule, etc. The pill just didn't do its duty and stop my production of fertile eggs! I was fertile every month and, apparently, could become pregnant very easily. Even science and my body were against me, and my dreams of an academic career were banish to a distant future. So, the pill was dropped and to be replaced by the less convenient diaphragm. That problem was solved but motherhood became my career. 

Why didn't I try to make those fantasies real when the girls were older? I don't really know, but I think I was in a rut, inertia holding me back. In addition, to be truthful, I think that I had lost my confidence. It was easier and safer to accept fate and be a housewife - while resenting it in the back of my mind. Still, it was comfortable and I loved being there as my daughters grew. In any case, time passed and as this essay began, there I was, the mother of a ten-year old and an eight-year old girl, sitting with my husband on a bus going to the New York City cruise port.

This was a story in itself for we had not planned on a cruise or any other vacation at that time, but it sort of fell into our laps. We had maintained ties with the alumni association and had even participated in a number of fund raising campaigns, so I was not surprised to receive a call from the activities chairman, a friend of ours. We had received a brochure some time before for a college sponsored twelve-day cruise in the Caribbean, but, as with most things like that, we had scanned it and thrown it out. The picture changed dramatically when the call came just after Christmas. 

"Hi Judy, this is Linda." There was the usual opening chit chat and then she got to the point. "Listen Linda, you know that cruise to the Caribbean we've sponsored? It was what we called a 'long cruise for well-heeled alumni' among ourselves. We linked up with ten other alumni groups with each group offering it to their alums. Apparently we have a lot of 'well-heeled alums' for it went exceptionally well. The registration time expired yesterday and there are a few cabins left that are not booked and the cruise line has permitted us to offer them at half price. We have one of them and, since you've been very helpful with us, we immediately thought of you. I don't know if you're interested, but it's a wonderful deal. We have to know pretty quickly for the line wants to wrap it up. What do you think?"

"Gods, Linda that does sound wonderful! What would it cost?"

"I don't believe this myself, but the total cost for the two of you for twelve days would be $300.00. [$540.00 in 2014 dollars. Inflation!] Think, that's $25.00 a day, $12.50 each, with cabin, all meals, entertainment - everything! I'd grab it myself but I'm not eligible, damn it. There is only one flaw. It's an inside cabin so you have no view, but the cabin on a cruise is only a place to sleep. The rest of the time there is the whole ship. What do you think?"

"I'm stunned! It costs us that much to stay home! Look, obviously this is something I don't want to pass up, but I'll have to talk with Nick, see if he can get off, figure what to do about the girls - how much time do we have?"

"The cruise leaves just after New Year's, January 3, and line wants the names this week. So if you can't take it, we need time to offer it to someone else pretty quickly. I would have to know by Wednesday."

"Ok, two days."

I thanked her effusively for the offer and immediately called Nick. Needless to say, he was thrilled with the offer and began negotiations for vacation time in January. Fortunately we had passports gotten years ago for a possible senior year abroad that hadn't worked out. I called my mother and she was willing to come and live at our house while we were gone so that the girls could stay in school. Nicks bosses came through and, with whirlwind preparations, we finally found ourselves on that "limousine."

Parenthetically, I just read back over this opus and realized that I never identified or described myself or my husband. Actually, I'm writing this without really intending to make it public and have never considered the need for doing so. However, to make it more complete, I'll say that my name is Judy Aykes and my husband is Nick Aykes. I am about 5' 4" and at the time these events took place I was 115 pounds. I was in good shape even after having two kids, and I can say, without false modesty, that I still had a very nice figure. I would be described more as "cute" than beautiful, but all through high school and college I was "hit on" regularly. However, when it was firmly shown that I was not interested in "putting out," the relationships usually ended quickly. 

The result was that I was still a virgin entering my senior year in college. I wasn't prudish or frigid and I enjoyed a reasonable amount of petting, but I just wasn't interested in doing more. It just didn't interest me. I wasn't a cock teaser because I made my position clear right at the beginning - which undoubtedly cut down on second or third dates! Actually, I was more interested in my classes than in sex and there may have been a hangover from my Catholic religious training. In any case, that all changed when I met Nick Aykes.

He was about 5' 10", quite good looking and in good shape. I was English literature, he was math and statistics, but something pulled us together. In short order my attitude changed toward sex and long before graduation, that virginity I mentioned disappeared. Within a short time we were fucking every chance we got - which was not often enough since dorms were still segregated with eagle-eyed house mothers in the women's dorms. In my case, it certainly was waiting for the right man to come along - and he did. The ultimate result was two daughters, Malinda and Chrissie. It has worked for 30+ years and is almost as hot as ever. Ok, back to the bus.

The bus ride was very convenient. The cruise line employed this "limousine service" to start, this time in Boston, and pick up passengers in designated city stops, ending up in New York. Nick and I always want to avoid the tension of arriving late, so, on departure day we started out early so we could get into the long term parking lot and get into the bus station without haste. This time, however, we had driven for about ten minutes when I exclaimed, "Where's my tote bag? All my cosmetics and stuff is in it! It must have been left on the chair! We'll have to go back!"

Nick calmly replied, "Calm down, you can buy any of that stuff on the ship. I'm not turning around and risk being late for a tote bag."

"Well, it's up to you, but my diaphragm is in it!" Talk about your clenching arguments! I couldn't help but laugh at the alacrity with which he turned back - first things first. Our cruise trip was off to a rousing start but he was laughing too when we were in the parking lots with time to spare. When the bus arrived the waiting crowd had grown to at least thirty, but no one I recognized. However, as the luggage was being loaded and we all filed aboard, a tall, grey haired man hurried up, wheeling a large suitcase behind him. I glance through the window at him with idle curiosity, but when he turned sideways and I saw his profile I did a double take.

"Nick, I think that that man is Dr. Thomas from my department. It certainly looks like him except for the hair. It's been almost seven years since I saw him at a meeting before Chrissie was born, but his hair was dark then. I wonder if it can be him."

"Well, I wouldn't know, of course, but he's coming on this trip so you'll have a chance to find out."

"Oh, I really hope it is him. He was a Shakespeare scholar and I loved his courses. It would be fun to talk with him again." Actually, I'd taken three courses and a seminar with Dr. Thomas and, while I wouldn't admit it to anyone, he was one that I had a real crush on even before I met Nick. I had told Nick about my fantasies but hadn't identified the target, so Thomas's name didn't mean anything. His seminar was the last course I had before I had to leave when I was pregnant with Malinda.

As he came aboard, looking down the aisle for an empty seat, I saw him close up and it definitely was he. Suddenly, I had the funniest series of conflicting emotions and feelings. First I wondered if he would recognize me or even remember me. The professor is the only major figure in a class and, thus, easy to remember. He, however, is looking, sometimes, at a sea of faces which blur together. Of course, there were only eight students in the seminar so maybe he would remember. 

Then I felt a wave of insecurity wash through me as I remembered that it had been ten years since I had taken his course and, I was suddenly ashamed to admit, I had done no real reading, classical reading, since then. Could I even talk to him in an intelligent, educated way? Could I have a conversation that would not expose how little I really knew? I was filled with insecurity and ducked my head as he passed by. The mind is a wonderful thing, but it sure can go off the rails in a hurry. I sat there for the next hour berating myself while Nick read. My internal self-castigation was stopped short when we pulled into a MacDonald's parking lot and the driver announced, "OK folks. Half hour restroom and snack stop. Please be back in your seats in one half hour."

We got out to stretch a bit and were returning to the bus with Cokes in hand when I heard a still-familiar voice say, "Well, if it isn't Judy Aykes! Isn't this a marvelous coincidence?"

Startled, I swung around quickly, almost spilling my Coke. "Dr. Thomas, I thought that I saw you earlier, but I didn't think that you would remember me. This is wonderful!"

"Not remember one of my all-time favorite students - ridiculous! You haven't changed a bit. And this must be your husband." I introduced them, of course, and he went on to Nick, "Your wife was one of our absolutely best students and certainly the most attractive. We really missed her." Then, turning back to me again, he asked, "What have you been doing with yourself?"

I was flustered by the sudden meeting and particularly by his obvious pleasure in seeing me. I was particularly surprised by his compliments because I never thought that I had made that much of an impression. Before I could reply to his question, Nick suddenly interrupted and pointed that we were blocking the door and we had to get on. 

As we made our way back to our seats, Dr. Thomas said, "I'm sitting by myself further back with an empty seat beside me. If your husband could spare you for a little while, you could sit with me and we could catch up with each other." I turned to Nick and he just shrugged and picked up his book, so, when the bus departed, Dr. Thomas and I were engaged in recounting our stories of the last ten years.

It was one of the most pleasurable conversations of my life, not because of what was said but, instead, the relationship. Within a few minutes we were Glenn and Judy. I had, as undergraduate and graduate student, admired and looked up to (and had a crush on) Professor Glenn R. (for Reginald) Thomas, but here we were talking together as adults and equals. That always is an awkward transition but it was made seamlessly. I found myself explaining, without embarrassment, the almost unique conditions leading me to two unexpected pregnancies and how I had really abandoned my academic dreams. He was very sympathetic and, to my surprise, assured me that it certainly was not too late now that the girls were older. That inspired me to believe that my academic dream was still alive!

We went on to personal things and after I described my daughters, he lamented that he and his late wife had had two sons and always wanted a daughter. I smiled and said that we had hoped for a son the second time but it turned out to be Chrissie. I went on with determination that I most definitely was not going to get pregnant again! I shocked and embarrassed myself later to recall that I actually said, "Now the diaphragm goes in before anything else does!" He laughed out loud at that and I guess it shows how comfortable I was with our new "adult" relationship.

I went on to describe the fantastic price deal we had been given to get the cruise and but that we had to take an inside stateroom. He, of course, repeated the mantra that "you'll just sleep there and be out the rest of the time enjoying the trip." I think that that comment is mandatory when talking to someone with an inside cabin! He then surprised me by saying, "Six hundred dollars is an amazing price for a twelve day cruise, But I'm paying even less for a nice balcony cabin on Deck 8." I looked at him in complete amazement as he continued, "I'm paying absolutely nothing!"

I'm sure I looked like a guppy as my mouth hung open until I finally was able to gasp out, "How on earth does that happen? Do you own the cruise line?"

"No, nothing like that. You know that all of these university sponsored cruises seem to require some kind of learning experience to give some illusion that the whole thing has an educational value and is not just a way to get money into the general fund. Actually, all the alumni association does is send out the brochures and get a fee and percentage from the travel service that arranges the trip. On this cruise, I'm the uplifting, educational element! I'll give a lecture each day that we're at sea and when we leave a port early in the day. Not bad, eh?"

"My God, I don't believe it! Now I know that I have to go back to school to work for that kind of deal. That's wonderful, though, and I'll certainly attend your lectures. It'll be fun after all these years."

By this time we were on one of the parkways going into New York, so I went back to my seat with Nick to end his reading and bend his ear with all that we had said. I don't know when I had been pumped up and happy - a wonderful cruise before me with my loving husband, a new and personal friendship with my all-time favorite professor and, maybe best of all, the prospect of fulfilling my dream becoming a professor myself! However, as with most moments of unbridled joy, it wasn't going to last.

Twenty minutes later we were in upper Manhattan at the cruise terminal, staring up at the massive ship that was going to take us on this marvelous trip. Compared to the modern behemoths, it really was not that big, but for the time it was enormous. Glenn had been through this a number of times before so he was very helpful in guiding us into the right lines. Embarking was a relatively slow process, but, at least, security was not what it is now. So, pretty soon our passports had been scrutinized, our tickets verified, ID cards printed and our cabin assignments confirmed. We lost Glenn there because his room assignment was handled differently, probably, as he said, due to him being an "employee." As he left he told us that the first business would be a life boat drill and that he would meet us in the buffet after it concluded.

So, here we were, boarding a ship for our first cruise - excited, a bit nervous. We found our deck, went down a, seemingly, endless corridor till, there was our door! Nick slid the key card into the slot and opened it, revealing our home for twelve days. I immediately had qualms. It was much smaller than I had pictured and it looked exactly what it was - a utilitarian room as you might find in a moderate priced motel. There were two twin beds with room between them for a built-in bureau above which was a large, half-circle mirror - brightening the room and presumably giving the illusion of a porthole. There was a reading light over each bed and, beside the door, a small table-desk with a chair. Beside the door on the other side was a closet. There also was a door at the foot of one bed that opened into a small bathroom with a toilet, a basin and a stall shower. That was it!




Delayed Honeymoon Pt. 01



Perhaps I was naïve, but I had pictured the inside cabins being the same as regular cabins but just without windows or portholes. We had passed several regular cabins with open doors as we walked down that corridor, and they were head and shoulders over this. To put it mildly, I was disappointed - no, I was crushed. Nick agreed that this was basic accommodations, but he said, "It will do, and remember, we'll only be using this to sleep!" He grinned as he repeated that tired refrain, but continued, "It certainly is not much, honey, but it does have all the things we need. We certainly won't spend any more time here than necessary and, it's true as they, it's just for sleeping - and maybe a few more things in the dark!

His reaction helped and I was able to recover something of my excitement, saying, "Well, I'm damn sure that there are only two things I'll do here, sleep and screw! Come on, let's go look at the ship!" Our luggage hadn't been delivered yet, so we left to explore.

Nick had seen my disappointment, of course, but what he couldn't see was a feeling I had when I entered the cabin. The cabin was small, smaller than I had expected. It was cramped with the necessary furniture leaving little free space. But, I had been in small, crowded rooms before. No, it was something more, almost a feeling of being squeezed by the space. I was just uncomfortable and I didn't know why.

Happily, I recovered rapidly and enjoyed walking around the ship, getting a drink in the crowded buffet area and, in general, absorbing the exciting atmosphere created by a large crowd of people embarking on an exhilarating adventure. We were so immersed in the pleasure of the moment that we were startled when the loudspeakers ordered all passengers to return to their cabins, don their lifejackets and report to their lifeboat stations. We, of course, like most passengers, hadn't even found their lifejackets much less knew where our lifeboat station was. Obviously, the cruise line had anticipated that and we found the jackets and the location of the proper station in a prominent place in the cabin and we appeared at our posts in plenty of time.

Fortunately we, unlike lots of others, had thought of the January weather and put on our coats before we donned the jackets. Consequently, we were comfortably warm while the required safety instructions went on while many around us were shivering. It made us aware of what it must be like in a real emergency when people are ousted from their beds and struggle to their lifeboat stations in their night clothes. I shivered myself at the thought.

In any case, when it was over, we dumped our lifejackets and coats in the cabin and went to meet Glenn. He arrived a few minutes after us with a big grin on his face, obviously the bearer of good news. We hardly sat down before he started. "Remember when we were talking about the marvelous deal I had? A very nice balcony cabin in exchange for giving a few lectures! Well, the deal just got ridiculously better. I left you at the check-in line because I was told that there was a change in my room assignment. I was afraid that I had a problem. To my surprise, shock actually, I was told that I was being switched to an "Owner's Suite!" God, those things cost a fortune. It seems that the entire ship, every cabin, was booked - except one Owner's Suite. One 'very important agency' had mistakenly booked a 'very important client' into a cabin that was already taken and desperately needed to get him on board. As I said, the only vacancy on the entire ship, including the Royal Suite, was this one Owner's Suite and I was going to be given it!

"I asked the obvious question, 'Why wasn't the very important client upgraded to the Owner's Suite instead of me?' It turned to be purely business. The cost of my original 'free' cabin was listed as a business expense in the books. The Owners Suite was empty and just wasn't bringing in any money. The client had paid for a regular cabin and upgrading him would bring no profit - just fill a very expensive suite with no additional income. On the other hand, giving my cabin to him and putting me in the Owner's Suite actually did make a profit because the Owner's Suite which was going to bring in nothing was now tax deductible at its full list price because it was being used for a business purpose. A win-win-win situation - I get a deluxe suite, the client gets his cabin and the line gets a tax break!"

Needless to say, Nick and I were appropriately congratulatory and found the whole scenario unbelievable. However, I couldn't help but complain wistfully, "I wish out cabin could be upgraded to something better. I'm really not happy about it."

Glenn sobered immediately. "What's wrong, Judy. I know that it's not what you really wanted, but it should be ok for your needs."

"Oh, damn, I shouldn't complain, but it's so small and tight that I just don't feel comfortable in it...and don't tell me that we'll use it only for sleeping! Honestly, I don't know what my trouble is, but I'm sure that I'll get used to it. Nick thinks it's fine."

"Yeah, it's not what I would choose, and it is cramped, but I've seen worse - off-campus college rooming houses, for example. I think that Judy expected more from the picture we saw and, naturally, is a bit disappointed. She'll be ok once we're away and she's used to it."

"I hope so. That's mean, though. Here I'll be wallowing around in the vast expanses of a suite while you will be squeezed into a sardine can. You'll have to visit me to see how we rich people live." He started to go on, but his comment was obliterated by an unearthly blast from the ship's horn and he quickly added, "We're about to depart. You'd better get your coats so we can go out on deck to see New York recede behind us. It's fascinating." He had kept his coat anticipating our departure and Nick hurried down to get ours. We were ready to sail!

It certainly was fascinating. We watched our long ship back out of its narrow berth into the Hudson River and then, with a little tug boat pushing on the port side of the bow and another tug pushing on the starboard side of the stern, we were turned and began to make our slow way toward the ocean. We passed Manhattan with its towering building, went under the unbelievable Verrazano Narrows Bridge and, finally, sailed majestically onto the open sea.

It was a slow passage, but I just couldn't stop watching, although, because of the cold, we did move inside and enjoyed the view through some floor-to-ceiling windows. When the land disappeared around us, I finally sighed and said, "That was wonderful! I think that this was worth the whole cruise. However, I'm tired now and I have to have a shower and change before dinner. We'll see you in the dining room, Glenn. Come on, Nick."

It was odd, but I was in a happy, satisfied mood when we got to our cabin, but, as soon as I went in, that uncomfortable feeling hit me again and I really didn't know why. I shrugged the feeling off as much as I could, undressed and went in and took a shower in the small bathroom, forcing myself to focus on the bathing process with no extraneous thoughts about being squeezed by the medal walls. I opened my tote bag and applied some makeup and, thinking ahead, removed my diaphragm from its case and inserted it because I knew that we were both looking forward to consummating our "honeymoon" later. The one real downside to using a diaphragm (aside from the rather indelicate installation process) is that it definitely will interrupt the flow if you have to stop the foreplay to stick that thing in. A real downer!

While Nick was washing up, I opened my suitcase, pulled out a skirt, blouse, underwear and pantyhose suitable for an informal dining night. I determinedly kept my mind focused on what I was doing, closing it to a real pressure that I was feeling. Once again, as soon as we left the cabin I felt as if a heavy load has dropped from me. Frankly, I was worried, not so much about the cabin, itself, but, instead, about me. There was no malevolent force waiting in the room, no monster waiting to jump on me - but I was acting as if they were.

Dinner was pleasant in the very elegant dining room. There were no assigned seats that first dinner and two other couples joining us at the table and the introductions and conversation was quite light-hearted as you would expect. The center of attention was Glenn when the others found out that he was a real live professor who was going lectures through the trip. It was amusing seeing the respect for, and even idolization of, Dr. Glenn R. Thomas - until I realized that their reverent attitude had been mine earlier today. That was quite humbling and I suddenly was conscious of how things had changed so rapidly. I had idolized him, myself, for years and now, suddenly, it was if we had been close friends for ages. 

After diner the three of us strolled around the ship, watched a "welcome aboard" show in the theater and, finally, had ice cream before deciding to retire and prepare for a busy first full day on the cruise. It had been a fine introduction to what should be a wonderful twelve days - but much of that good feeling vanished when we were back in our cabin.

We undressed and prepared for bed - but not for sleep. I went into the bathroom and came out wearing a new, quite sheer, pink shorty nightgown that elicited the proper "Wow" of appreciation from Nick. I had been able to shut out the room's pressure as I anticipated our first sex on the ship, and Nick's obvious arousal as he saw me build a sphere of protection that kept negative thoughts away.

The nightgown didn't stay on long, of course, and we were soon engaged in a long, gradual buildup of a different kind of pressure. As I said before, Nick and I were very active sexually when we started my senior year in college and nothing has changed since then. Over the years our sex drives have remained high and without my diaphragm I'm sure that I would always be pregnant. Unlike many, perhaps most, women I have a virginal orgasm regularly, not only one from clitoral manipulation. (Of course, I have that too!) 

Consequently, when we're having intercourse - fucking - both of us are very active. This certainly was the case that first night as I lay there on my back, my legs over Nick's shoulders as his cock pounded in and out of my cunt. I was squashed beneath him, but I loved it. I humped back up at him as he slid into me, fell back as he pulled out. This synchronization continued with mounting intensity as our arousal grew. We were like a machine, matching each other perfectly - after years of practice, of course. Then, as usual, we hit climax at close to the same time, a matching that, again, came from years of vigorous practice.

We lay there together, talking quietly for awhile as our bodies calmed down. At last, I pulled away, got out a slightly less revealing "sleeping nightgown" and prepared for bed - for sleeping this time. It didn't show everything the way the other did, but it still made me feel very good as it slid over my skin and I just liked sleeping in sexy nightwear. I know that Nick liked it! So, marital sex over and fatigue setting in, he kissed me goodnight and moved to the other bed and I lay back in languid relaxation and awaited sleep. Nick was soon snoring lightly, a reassuring sound after ten years, but for me, sleep just didn't come. For me, the worst night of my life had begun.

Bit by bit the euphoria generated by a very satisfying love making with my husband was eroded away by an inexorable cloud of unseen pressure. It felt as if the very air, itself, was thickening around me, making it harder and harder to breathe. Intellectually, I knew that nothing exterior was happening, that there was no malign force in the room, but my mind said otherwise. We had left a small light on because there would have been absolute darkness otherwise, so I could see that there was nothing there - but I knew that something was happening. I could feel the walls closing in although I could see that they weren't. I began having physical reactions as the pressure mounted - I was trembling as I lay there, my heart was racing and I was having even more difficulty breathing.

I have no idea as to how long I lay there battling my mental demons but it seemed like hours. I withstood this assault on my senses as long as I could, but, finally, it was just too much. I was on the verge of a panic attack and I just had to escape. Jumping out of bed, I slipped on my shoes over my bare feet, put on my coat over my nightgown, grabbed my purse and slid quietly out of the door. There was an immediate sense of relief as if I had escaped from something, but my physical symptoms persisted. I walked up and down the corridor, unsteady on my feet, feeling my heart hammering away, as I tried to get myself under control.

After a time, when I had settled down somewhat, I left the corridor and went into a lounge area and sat down. There were a few other people walking about which helped me banish the dread of the unknown that had dominated me, but that was replaced by a different anxiety - what was wrong with me! I was being totally irrational, creating a mind-distorting atmosphere of fear in an innocuous room. I was really scared. 

I finally dozed a bit until I was startled awake by a boisterous crowd of people leaving a nearby elevator. Suddenly, my mind was clearer and I realized that I was sitting in a public area, almost naked under my coat and receiving strange glances as the crowd went by. Horribly embarrassed, I got to my feet and went back to the cabin.

It was awful. As soon as I quietly opened the door and stepped inside the dimly lit room, I was assaulted by the same fears that had terrorized me before. I dropped my purse and coat, went into the bathroom and took two sleeping pills (the prescription specified one) and crawled into bed with, literally, the covers over my head. It was worse than before, new pressure building on old as I lay there petrified, fearing the unknown - both in the room and in my head.

Regardless, despite that stultifying fear, the pills did their work and I fell to sleep, having horrible dreams in which I was shrieking as I battled some nebulous foe. Suddenly, I felt myself being shaken vigorously and I heard Nick frantically crying, "Judy, wake up! What's wrong! You're having a nightmare!"

The room lights were fully on and Nick was obviously alarmed and worried. I had been, literally, screaming in my sleep and he hadn't been able to break me out of it. Even worse, now that he had wakened me, the full cloud of terror descended upon me and I cried out, "I've got to get out of here! Let me up!" 

As he pulled away, I started for the door and was only stopped from rushing out in my nightgown by Nick grabbing me, asking, "Judy, honey, what's wrong? It was just a nightmare! Calm down!"

Needless to say, I didn't really calm down, but his presence got through enough for me to gasp out, "I've got to get out of this room! I don't know what's wrong, but I have to get out! With a bit more self-control and rational thought, I, again, slipped on my shoes and coat and escaped from purgatory into the hallway. Nick, of course, with a bit less urgency, quickly dressed and followed me out. We went to that same lounge and set down, but it was some time before I was able talk coherently about my problem. I told him about what sounded like a mental breakdown, and how I had left the room for almost two hours before. He was almost as distraught as I was, asking why I hadn't wakened him to let him help me. Like me, he was really concerned about what seemed to be my totally irrational behavior.

Unbelievably, it was almost 7:00 AM and the passengers were moving about to enjoy their first full day of the cruise while I sat there, still shivering a bit, dreading trying to find answers to what appeared my mental collapse. We decided that the best thing to do was to see the ship's doctor so Nick went back to the cabin, got me some clothes which I donned in a nearby rest room. I looked absolutely horrible in the mirror but all I could do was run a comb through my hair. 

Fortunately, the doctor kept early hours and, with the cruise just starting, he had no patients waiting. He was quite pleasant and reassuring. "No, Mrs. Aykes, you're not having a mental or nervous breakdown. You are suffering from a case of claustrophobia - obviously a severe one."

"But Dr. Simpkins, I've never had a problem with closed places or anything like that! Good heavens, I'll go into a small closet with no windows and work for hours redoing drawers. I never even thought of claustrophobia causing me to act this way."

"I know that it is strange but one of the unexplained mysteries in the business is why normal people will suddenly show signs of claustrophobia when they are in interior cabins. Personally, I think that people are too aware of being in a closed box inside a ship floating on thousands of feet of water and subconsciously they are afraid that they can't get out in an emergency. When you think of it, that is not a totally irrational fear. I will say that your reaction is the most severe that I've seen and we will have to make a change. We should be able to solve your problem by moving you to an outside cabin which should alleviate your fears. I'll call the housekeeping supervisor and make arrangements."

Needless to say, I was enormously relieved to hear his diagnosis and I could see that Nick had the same feeling. The tension that we both had been under seeped out and we smiled for the first time. Unfortunately, the relief didn't last. The doctor came out of his office with a glum expression on his face, saying, "Mrs. Aykes, I have some bad news. This cruise is fully booked and there are just no cabins to switch you to. I don't know what to suggest. Your case is far too severe for you to stay in that inside cabin, yet we have no other facilities. Anyway, they said to send you to housekeeping on deck five they will try to find a solution."

I was still relieved to know that I was not going mad, but now I was in limbo - can't stay on one place, but there was no other. We found the office and dealt with a Miss Rutherford who told us what we already knew - "We just don't have another cabin available and Dr. Simpkins says that it just not safe for you to stay in your current location."

"Miss Rutherford, I'd sleep on the open deck, naked if necessary, rather than go into that room again. I just couldn't stand it!"

"Yes, we accept that and I certainly agree with you. Unfortunately, that puts us in an impossible situation and the company's policy is clear and very firm on this. I feel horrible having to tell you this, but we are required to put you ashore at the first stop, in this case Cape Canaveral tomorrow!"

I was absolutely shocked, of course, and was on the verge of tears. Nick was equally upset, reacting forcefully as he asked, "Why on earth can the cruise line have a policy like that? We paid for a twelve-day cruise and we should get it. There must be something you can do! Who can we appeal this to?"

"My. Aykes, my hands are completely tied. The company is inflexible in this. We rarely get a case like this and even more rarely have it without a way to upgrade the passenger. This is just an impossible situation. Some years ago, there was a passenger like your wife with no way to change her accommodations. She, unbelievably, insisted on staying in her cabin despite her fears. It got so bad that she actually did develop permanent mental problems - couldn't go into any small enclosed room, real claustrophobia - and sued the line and won. Now we put passengers ashore. This is the first time in my experience and I feel awful but I just can't do anything.

"That said, we have tonight to worry about. With a full ship we, of course, have a full crew meaning there is no free room even in the crew quarters. Maybe we can find a way for someone to double up or find a private place for a rollaway bed, maybe even in my quarters. We'll find something for tonight, but you'll have to disembark tomorrow.




Delayed Honeymoon Pt. 01



"It's in your own interests, which really doesn't help, but, it's not all bad. Your trip insurance will pay for your flight home as a medical emergency, which it is, and we'll give you a voucher for one-half off of another cruise. It's a major disappointment I know, but financially you'll come out ahead."

I was on the verge of tears, of course, but Nick consoled me, saying, "That's right, honey. We'll go home now and get over all of this. We'll take that discount and sail next year in a real cabin! Thank you Miss Rutherford. I'm sure that you've done your best to help. We'll check back later and see what arrangements you have come up with. Come on, honey, let's go get some breakfast."

As we sat at a table in the breakfast buffet, my mind was in a whirl of conflicting emotions. I was devastated by, in effect, being ejected from the ship and the end of our fabulous cruise and "honeymoon." That crushing blow was balanced by the extraordinarily realization that my fears of incipient insanity could be banished. Even my claustrophobia seemingly was temporary and limited to inside cabins on a cruise ship. If the lines half-price voucher led to an even better cruise next year as promised, the balance seemed favorable. However, as I was coming reluctantly to that conclusion, Glenn sat down at our table with his own breakfast.

Unfortunately, he started to say "Good morning" when he broke off and gasped out, "Damn Judy, what on earth happened to you? You look awful!" I had seen my face in the restroom mirror when I dressed and I knew what he meant - eyes puffy from crying and a lack of sleep, no makeup, hair askew despite having been combed. The delicate balancing of good and bad in my mind crumbled and I broke into tears, gesturing to Nick to explain. For the next ten minutes or so, Nick described the situation to Glenn's unbelieving ears. "My God, that's incredible! And they can't find any place for you on the ship! They're right, though. You cannot go back into that or any other inside cabin. Of course, you can look forward to an even better cruise next year which is something. Damn it, I'll miss you two."

Somehow hearing that made me feel a bit better and I was able to eat a little as Glenn and Nick ate and talked. Suddenly, Glenn paused, put down his fork and getting up, said, "You two stay here. There's something that I want to check. I'll just be a minute." Nick and I stared at each other as he walked away, but we had nowhere to go anyway. His minute turned into fifteen, but he finally came back with what might have been a smile, saying, "Come with me. I've got an idea that might help." We went down a flight of steps to the next deck and followed him a short distance down a corridor until he stopped at a door with a medallion in the center. Inserting his key and opened the door. "Welcome to my not so humble abode."

We walked in and marveled at the suite. There was a foyer containing a buffet with a marble top next to a small refrigerator with shelves above holding wine glasses. A full bathroom with a bathtub, half the size of our cabin, on the other side! The main room had, on the right, a queen sized bed with bed side tables. Beside it was a built-in vanity and desk and built-in bureau. On the other side of the room was a small two-seater couch flanked by two chairs. The end wall was an 8-foot sliding glass door opening onto an expansive balcony with, I discovered, a double sized chaise and two deck chairs. We were awed by the luxury and, I'll admit, tremendously envious. That envy was compounded when he pointed out, "And I get all of this in exchange for a week or so of lectures! Now, let me show you why, other that cruel bragging, I'm showing you this."

He went out into the hallway and called "Louie." A young man, the cabin steward, followed him back in and he said, "Louie, would you open the couch, please." Louie went over to the couch, did something with a catch, and quickly converted it into a single bed. He thanked the steward and then said to us, "If you want it, this could be the answer to your problem. Unfortunately, the two of you won't be together and there won't be much privacy, but if that is acceptable, Judy is more than welcome to stay here. Why don't I go out on the balcony so you can talk about it privately?"

I looked at Nick in utter shock! I looked at him and the way his face had lit up, I knew his reaction. "Good god, Glenn, we don't have to talk about it! It's the most wonderful thing I've heard in years." Unable to contain myself I threw my arms around him and gave him a very hard and long kiss. "Oh, I can't believe it! I was trying to convince myself that I didn't mind leaving the ship and going home, but it wasn't working!" I went on like that while Nick extended his hand for a handshake and his own emotional thank you. I again had tears in my eyes, but these were tears of joy. We sat down in the chairs and talked, but I honestly don't know what was said. Eventually, of course, we ran down and suddenly, the tension of the night and morning got to me and I slumped down and almost went to sleep.

Noticing my condition, Glenn began to get things organized. I'll have Louie make up the bed tonight and, in the meantime, Judy, why don't you lie down on the regular bed and take a nap before you fall over. Nick, you could get Judy's suitcase and things and bring them up here and tell Miss Rutherford that you found a place for Judy to sleep. Now, I have a meeting to set up my lecture schedule and afterwards I'll stop at the desk and have another key made for Judy. Just leave the door unlocked and I'll have Louie keep watch.

I slept for a solid two hours, beneficial sleep with no nightmares, no walls closing in - just normal sleep! Oddly enough, I woke up clear headed and instantly aware of where I was. I lay back and stretched, suffused with happiness as I looked around the luxurious quarters and I knew that the crisis was over. Sitting up, I saw Nick sitting in the chaise on the balcony, relaxing in the sun. I pulled myself up and staggered over to the door, stepped out onto the deck and said, "Hi, honey. I'm back from the dead." 

He looked up with a very happy smile on his face and raised his arms, beckoning me to his side. He embraced me as I slid in beside him and gave me a very loving, and relieved, kiss. "Welcome back. How do you feel?"

"Absolutely wonderful! It's as if a ton of weight fell off my back. I just can't comprehend what went through me yesterday and last night. I do know that there is no way on earth that I could have gone into that room again! How your mind can be so twisted to the point that you lose control is frightening. And just think, we were going to be thrown off the ship tomorrow morning if Glenn hadn't stepped in!"

"You're right. I hardly recognized you when you woke me up last night with your screaming. Your face was contorted with a really wild, wide-eyed expression absolutely desperate to get out of the door. I had to hold you back to keep you from running out into the corridor wearing nothing but your nightgown. I was scared because I had no idea as to why you were acting in that insane way. You fought me as I got your coat and shoes on you and as soon as I let go, you were out the door before I could dress. I never want to go through anything like that again!"

"I don't remember any of that. It's weird. I didn't see any monsters or, for that matter, any explicit threat but I felt a tremendous squeezing pressure that I had to get away from. Gods, thank heaven that's over. As I said, thank heaven for Glenn."

"You know, I've been sitting here thinking about that. It's hard to believe that yesterday morning I had never met him. You looked out the bus window and thought that you saw one of your old professors. Here we are, not quite twenty-four hours later and he literally is a best friend. Without thinking about it, we've acted that way. We automatically arrange to meet him to eat and talk as if we had been close for years. We're sitting there at breakfast and he comes over, gets the bad news and obviously is affected as a real friend would be. Then, beyond belief, he thinks of this solution and saves our cruise! And in a real sense, we both just met him yesterday morning! If you wrote a novel with that kind of situation, you'd be laughed at!"

"You're right. I was thinking about that at dinner last night, how he went from remote Professor Thomas to someone my husband and I treated as a person who had been a friend for years. You hear of people who fall in love at first sight. Maybe you can "fall in friendship" the same way. In any case, we were unbelievably lucky to find an instant friend in a time of major crisis. We really owe him."

All this time, Nick had his arms around me as we lay on that chaise and it felt wonderful. Finally, my internal plumbing made me pull away, saying "I've got to go to the bathroom. I want to clean up and change clothes and, then, I want us to go out and enjoy the first full day of our cruise without a big black cloud hanging over us!"

I took a quick shower in that luxurious bathroom and came out wearing a towel to select my clothes. Fortunately, I hadn't unpacked yesterday so everything was still in good shape except the things that Nick had had to stick back in when he got the suitcase. I dumped those things, including my nightgowns, out onto the bed to get at the folded clothes. Nick picked up that little transparent gown that I had on for a short time last night and reluctantly said, I guess you won't be wearing this again on this trip!" Then, laughing, "You'd better not let Glenn see you in that - he'd have a heart attack! How old do you think he is anyway?"

"You know, I'm not sure. When I was a freshman he already was a full professor and a very well-known expert on Shakespeare and you don't get to that level for years. He did say that he has two grown sons and, I think, one grandson. I don't know, probably in his mid or late sixties. His grey, almost white, hair would go with that."

"That seems about right, but he seems quite fit. He really is a nice person and, surprising to me, very easy to talk to. I never could talk to a professor in college about anything but course work and grades."

"Fortunately, Glenn is different. Where did you put my tote bag? I need my cosmetics - oh, there it is" I went into the bathroom and opened my bag and pulled out the things I needed. In doing so, I saw my diaphragm case and realized that the diaphragm was still in me. I quickly removed it and, as I washed and powdered it, I thought glumly, I probably won't have any need for this the rest of the trip. With me in this beautiful suite and Nick down in the cave that I certainly was not going to enter - well, my diaphragm would have a nice long rest. That was a real downer but it was a price we would have to pay. So much for our delayed honeymoon! 

I finished dressing and, as we prepared to leave, I put my loose clothes back in the suitcase, saying, "I'll unpack later when Glenn shows me which drawers to use. Ok. I'm ready, let's go get some lunch. I'm famished - I just couldn't eat anything at breakfast."

Nick followed me out, talking as we walked. "I talked to Miss Rutherford and Glenn already had told her that you were going to sleep in his suite. She was there when he stopped by the desk to get you a key. Which reminds me, here it is. She was delighted and it was obvious that she really had felt bad about having to put us off. Even better, she already had put in a request for that half price voucher so we may still get that for what she listed as "unacceptable housing!" We may come out of this like bandits and the only cost was temporary insanity on your part. That's a fair trade!"

"Ok, big guy, next time you can be in the black hole of Calcutta. Here I was feeling bad because out delayed honeymoon will be sexless from now on, but, after that crack, there probably would have been no action anyway."

"Ha! After a few days you would have been panting for more of what we did last night! Seriously though, it's going to be hard with ten days on a beautiful vacation like this, but, while Glenn has been wonderfully generous with us, I don't think he would be pleased with us screwing on his bed. I guess we'll survive. Hey, maybe we can find a place on one of our island stops. Some nice secluded beach! It would be better than a tour!"

"Oh sure, I can picture that!" That's what I said, but I'll have to admit that I felt a tingle in my pussy at the idea!

We had lunch and just spent a very relaxed afternoon walking around the ship. We ended up on the swimming pool deck just lying back in the desk chairs with drinks as we watched the few brave swimmers using the pool. The air was much warmer than New York, but out in the open there was still a chill from the Atlantic. I was quite content reclining in the warm sun, sheltered from the breeze and just recovering from last night's trauma. However, I was uneasy in my mind from a completely different source and, I guess, I somehow displayed that unease to Nick.

"What's wrong, honey? You're been quiet for too long."

"There's nothing wrong. I'm just relaxed and don't have anything to say."

"Don't give me that. I've been married to you for ten years and I certainly know when you're concerned about something. I'm still kicking myself that I didn't pick up on your problem last night, but I guess I was too wrapped up in all the cruise stuff. Now I'm paying attention and something is bothering you. What is it?"

"All right Mr. Analyst, it's not a big thing, just a little worry. You were kidding me about not wearing my see-through nightie in front of Glenn and it made me think. I didn't bring a light robe or negligee, and my sleeping nightgown really doesn't hide much. I hadn't even thought of some of the practical problems of sharing a room with him." 

Nick looked at me and grinned. "Are you afraid that you'll turn him on and he'll assault you?"

"Don't be silly! I'm being serious. I'm afraid he'll be shocked and I'm sure that I'll be embarrassed."

"Well, I expect that you both will adapt and you'll both get turned on." Then, with arched eyebrows and a satanic expression on his face, he added, "Maybe you'd better wear your diaphragm to bed!"

I shot up from my reclining position, spitting out, "Nick, for god's sake, what are you saying? He's old enough to be my father and, even if he weren't, I'm a married woman - married to you in case you've forgot!" I don't know why I reacted so furiously. I knew, or assumed, that he was kidding - which was normal in our relationship - but, somehow, his comment hit a nerve and I responded with disproportionate vigor.

"Ok Judy, calm down! Come on, calm down. You know that I was kidding."

I sat there, a frown on my face for almost a minute before I finally settled back and recovered my sense of humor. "All right, you joker! I'm sorry. I guess I'm still a bit wound up and I am concerned about my nightgown and I'm afraid other things will crop up."

"Well, we can always get off at Cape Canaveral. Since that's the only option if you don't sleep in Glenn's suite, I think that the nightgown problem looks pretty small. If you really don't want him to see you in it, we probably could fine a negligee in the women's store in the shopping area on Deck 5. Now, since this has come up, I want to be serious about things. Let's move over to a more private spot.

"Ok, this is better. Now, be quiet and let me talk. We have eleven days left on this cruise and you're going to be sleeping in Glenn's suite and, I wouldn't be surprised that at some time things will develop and you'll end up actually sleeping with Glenn or, at least be tempted to do so." My mouth had fallen open with shock and I started a vehement protest until his hand came up, "Wait till I finish! You never had sex with the men you dated because they just didn't interest you. You and I had chemistry almost immediately and you love having sex with me because of that chemistry and, of course, being in love. You are a very sexy woman in and out of bed, but I know that, if for no other reason than the background drilled into you about the evils of extramarital relations, you would do your best to fight off that temptation. So, your feeling for me and your engrained morals rule out any hanky-panky with Glenn.

"However, you're going to be in close contact with him for eleven nights, starting tonight. Normally, I would have absolutely no doubt that it would be a completely platonic relationship. However, with Glenn, unlike all your dates in school, you are interested. You like him now as a friend, but there's something more. This is a man you said you idolized and had a crush on as a student. He is an academician, which turns you on, and you share a real love for literature which also is a plus. It adds up to a very difficult situation for you - your moral beliefs and me versus a very strong appeal and propinquity. I don't know if you could call it chemistry, but that's a lot of appeal there." He paused and I didn't know where this was going. He thought for a moment and continued.

"I'm going to try to make it easier for you. The only thing worse than you having an affair, if you would call it that, with Glenn would be you having it and trying to hide it from me. I know you too well and you're just too honest. That would be destructive for both of us. Frankly, it's the cheating that would bother me, not the thing, itself. I know that you would be torn between wanting something on one hand and risking hurting me and our marriage on the other. The truth is, I will not be hurt or feel betrayed if you do sleep with Glenn. It's not a really big deal in this case. I certainly would be very jealous if I thought that you were having an affair with another man, but this is a unique situation. Understand, I'm certainly am not urging it or suggesting it and, quite likely, it would be better if you didn't, but for my part, I'm honestly not concerned. 

"Candidly, if he were, say forty, I probably would feel different. I'd probably feel threatened, worried that you might get too serious with him. However, we're talking about a man who is between sixty-five and seventy! Now, there's most likely nothing to worry about. Obviously, he is more than old enough to be your father. There's a very strong likelihood that he's past the age of being interested in such things or even physically capable - not able to 'get it up' as they say. Maybe he sees you as a daughter or protégée that he is guiding along through school and will never see you in a sexual light. Any of these things would make this whole discussion, and, I guess, me, look foolish. Regardless of all that, I want you to remove me from the equation and let your feelings guide you."

I sat there, absolutely stunned. I looked at Nick with a completely different prospective trying to absorb what was undoubtedly the most loving thing he could have done - freeing me of the feeling of cheating or being unfaithful if something did happen. Finally, I answered, "Honey, I simply don't know what to say. All I was concerned about was that Glenn would see me in a very revealing nightgown. Believe me, I had and have no thought of anything else, but you are wonderful! I will admit that you have everything just right about my attraction to Glenn - my past fantasies, my passion for academics and, well, yes, my professors. However, those fantasies were ten to fifteen years ago and now I'm a settled-down wife and mother. Glenn is a very attractive man for his age and he brings back many of the memories and feelings I had back then. In addition, on the basis of a past professor-student relationship and a "friendship at first sight" connection, he has been unbelievably generous, but I want to keep that relationship platonic." Then, unable to contain myself any longer, I hugged and kissed him and simply said, "Thank you."




Delayed Honeymoon Pt. 01



"Ok, I'll accept that, but one more thing: if something should develop between you and Glenn, it won't be a secret, but we won't talk about it. Don't tell me anything about it and I won't ask you. Now, do you want to look for a negligee?" 

I hesitated for a moment and finally sighed and said, "No, I guess not. It'll be embarrassing, but I think I'll go along with it that far. Maybe I would enjoy a bit of exhibitionism. Damn, you're going to corrupt me!"

He reached down and pulled me up from the chair and ducked away before I could hit him as he laughed and quietly whispered. "Good, but be sure to use your diaphragm!" I punched him in the arm a few times when I caught up with him, but nothing further was said and we returned to our lighthearted tour of the ship - including the shopping area but not the women's clothing store! Finally, about 5:00 we went back to Glenn's suite to see about unpacking my suitcase and changing for dinner. Fortunately, Glenn was there and gave me more than half of the drawers, Nick left to unpack his own clothes (something I regularly did on our trips) and I opened my suitcase on the bed. As I did so, all the things just stuffed in that morning fell out onto to the floor. Naturally, Glenn reached down and gathered them up for me and ended up with my pink 'delayed honeymoon' gown in his hand.

His response was, "Wow, is this what you sleep in?"

Embarrassed, I took it from him and, blushing, explained the circumstances, adding, as I held up my other gown, grasped so that its thinness didn't show, "This is my regular gown. The other one is only for very special occasions."

His reply, with a grin, sent unexpected tingles through my pussy for the second time that day - but this was not caused by my husband! "Darn, I like the other one better!" He didn't say anything further and sat in a chair and talked about the ship as I went on unpacking my clothes. As I did so, I had a most peculiar reaction. Putting my clothes into a bureau that was shared with him was surprisingly intimate. That was particularly true when I took out my bras and panties and put them in the drawer. I would have expected that I would have been embarrassed and have hidden those personal things somewhat, but I made no such effort. When I dropped a garter belt on the floor I didn't even flinch, I just picked it up. Still, even if it didn't show, I was quite flustered by the whole situation.

When we happily accepted his trip-saving offer to sleep on that couch, I, for some reason, pictured Nick and me being together all day and coming into the suite just to sleep. It turned out to be much more complex. My clothes had to go somewhere - with Glenn's in the closet and the bureau. I had to change clothes, shower, use the bathroom, put on makeup, etc. in that suite. I had a key which in some way made it partly my, or our, suite. And, unless I came in and immediately went to bed, I would be alone with him in my-our suite. I suddenly realized what Nick had considered all of these things long before I had and I wasn't quite as certain about things as I had been. The whole situation made me uneasy - and intrigued.

We went to dinner and, afterwards, Nick and I went to a comedy act in the auditorium. It was only mildly funny but it was entertaining. Finally, we stopped at the business desk in a futile effort to get tickets for a tour that we had overlooked. By that time, I was tired and ready for bed. "You know, Nick, the only sleep I've had since we sailed is what I suffered through in the 'cave' and those two hours in the suite. I guess it's not surprising that I've run out of steam. I'm tired!"

"Ok, honey. I'll admit that I'm not filled with energy. Let's call it a night and start over tomorrow.

When we got to the suite, we immediately saw that the couch had been opened and the bed made immaculately. To my delight, I saw that Louie had made a teddy bear out of towels and placed it on the pillow. There was also a piece of wrapped chocolate beside it! 

"My god, Judy, it looks like you are welcome here! I bet I don't have anything like that on my pillow."

Glenn laughed and agreed. "You're not an attractive woman and I think Louie thought that this whole suite was wasted on just me. In addition, people in inside cabins are not likely to leave large gratuities when they leave. Bear up though. He left me a towel bird and you can have it if you want. Now, how was the show?"

Nick responded, "It was ok. Nothing special, but the audience liked it. We were disappointed later, though. With everything that went on today, I completely forget to reserve seats on the Kennedy Space Center tour. All the tickets, even waiting list, were gone. We really were interested in that."

"Let's see what I can do." Picking up the phone, Glenn looked at a list of numbers and dialed. "Hello, this is Professor Thomas in 823. Can you get me two tickets for the Kennedy Space Center tour tomorrow?" Receiving a positive response, he turned to us and asked, 8:00 or 10:00?"

I immediately replied, "10:00!"

"Make it two tickets for the 10:00 tour. Can you send them over? Fine, thank you."

Nick was amazed. "How the hell did that happen? They said that all of the tickets were gone this morning!

"All things are possible for the occupants of suites, particularly an Owner's Suite! We have the benefit of a concierge who is there to do nothing but make life easy for us. They always hold back tickets to any event or tour in case we want something at the last minute - like tickets for the Kennedy Space Center tour! Then, if the tickets are not claimed, they are released to those on the waiting list."

Sure enough, ten minutes later two tickets were delivered to the door. Nick's comment was, "Damn, that's easy to get used to. Honey, we've got to get rich! Now, I'm going to the 'cave,' her name for it, and go to bed. You can keep the bird. I'll be back about 8:30 - that should give us time for breakfast and make the tour."

I had a very funny feeling as my husband left the suite, leaving me alone with another man. I don't know if I would always have had that feeling or if Nick's observations had made me particularly sensitive. It certainly was a strange situation.

I got out my nightgown and started collecting my nighttime stuff when Glenn said, "Let me change first, Judy. I'll be finished very quickly, and then you can take as long as you want." He was right, of course, for women always take longer because we have more things to do. Again, though, it was weird waiting for another man and seeing him come out of the bathroom in his pajamas. In any case, I cleaned up and put on my nightgown and looked at myself in the full length mirror. The gown really was translucent, not transparent and it just wasn't see-through like the "delayed honeymoon" shortie. However, color showed through and my mound of hair was a dark shadow. More significantly, my nipples, which were pushing directly against the thin fabric, were very clear. Even more, since the little devils were as hard as I've ever seen them, they poked out like little tents against the cloth. I told myself, "You can't go out dressed like that in front of Glenn" - but I did!

As I left the bathroom, Glenn called out, "Come out here for a few minutes, Judy. There's a very bright moon and it is beautiful on the water." As I came out of the door, he looked at me and blurted out, "Good heavens, Judy - you're lovely! And I wasn't sure that I would like that nightgown!"

I felt that a bolt of electricity had hit me. I hadn't known what his reaction would be, but I was bowled over by his genuine excitement as he saw me. Involuntarily, I thrust my breasts forward and ingenuously asked "Do you really like it? I was afraid that it might be a bit revealing for mixed company!" 

"Judy, dear, you can be as revealing as you want! I hardly think that with just the two of us here that we can be called 'mixed company.' Take this chair over here by the chaise - unless you want the chaise."

"No, this is fine, you stay there. Oh my, that moon light on the water is spectacular! You can see the swells and when they clash, it's like silver drops flying. It's beautiful." I stayed there for about ten minutes but began to get cold. "It's much warmer as we move south, but the air is still a bit chilly - and I don't have much on. I guess I'll go in."

"No, I can see that you don't have much on but it's a shame to not stay a bit longer in such a beautiful evening. Look, the chaise is lower and more protected and it's warmer here. It's made for two, anyway."

I wasn't sure that that was true, but I didn't really want to have this intimate moment end. I stretched out beside him and he put his arm around my shoulder, his hand on my arm. I was very aware that all there was between us was his pajamas and my very thin gown. We stayed that way for a few minutes, not talking much, just enjoying the lovely night and the closeness. I was looking out over the water, but surreptitiously looking sideways at him. As far as I could tell, his eyes were focused far more on my breasts than on the water and I glanced down to see how prominent my nipples were. The light was dim, but they were erect and their color was quite visible.

That, of course, pleased me for the whole situation had me overcome with arousal and I really enjoyed the exposure. However, as I looked past the hills of my breasts, I saw something that sobered me immediately - a very prominent erection! Now, I'm a married woman and I am very familiar with erections. However, in my past, aside from Nick, an erection was an indication of a problem. As I think I said before, I had done a bit of petting in college, but it was limited mostly to having my breasts fondled and, a few times, hands worked their way up my legs, but I had absolutely no interest in "going all the way." For me, an erection was a danger signal and a time to end a date.

Now, of course, I was older and far more experienced, albeit with just my husband, so I didn't panic as I might have then. That erection did answer some questions that Nick had posed this afternoon. Glenn most certainly was interested, you don't react that way with a daughter, and he obviously, very obviously, was capable. Still, while I was anything but upset at this demonstration of interest, it was more than I wanted, at least then.

I pulled away and sat up, saying, "I think I'll go to bed. It's been a very long, very traumatic day. This has been very nice out here, though. I walked around the chaise and stood in the light from the door, illuminating myself so everything showed. Then on an impulse, I stepped back, leaned over and kissed him, saying softly, "Thank you so much for all you've done for us - and me - and you've been very good for my ego tonight."



Delayed Honeymoon Pt. 02



I don't think that I moved the entire night. I had no dreams that I was aware of, there were no walls closing in on me – nothing! I was still lightly dozing when I felt a hand on my shoulder shaking me gently and heard Glenn's voice saying, "Wake up, Judy. You've got a tour to take." I sat up, half awake, as he went on, "Nick will be here and you'll still be in bed."

"What time is it?"

"It's almost 8:00 and Nick will be here in a half hour to get breakfast."

"They were supposed to wake me at 7:45. I've got to hurry!"

"I was in the bathroom and heard the phone ring. I think that you just slept through it. I'm finished so the bathroom is all yours."

He was fully dressed and I was suddenly aware that I was sitting in the bed in that thin nightgown in a room filled with the morning sunlight. I felt a surge of embarrassment because of the situation which, I suppose, sounds silly after almost flaunting myself in that gown the night before. Still, that's the way I reacted and I almost ran into the bathroom, actually holding my arm across my breasts as I did so. 

I quickly did the usual normal ablutions, fixed my hair as much as I could, put on a little makeup – and almost walked out nude to get my clothes! That was my usual routine at home but I cringed at how embarrassing that would have been. Putting my gown back on, I went out and began selecting things under Glenn's admiring, I hoped, eyes. I was extremely aware of things I never thought about when getting dressed. My breasts are not particularly large, but, without a bra, I felt them quivering and bouncing a bit as I walked. My nipples were rock hard and poking out just as they had last night, but now it seemed too obvious. As I bent over to get things out of a drawer, I was absolutely certain that the gown had pulled tight against and into my bottom, showing ever crevice and division through the thin fabric. Along with that embarrassment of knowing that Glenn's eyes were on me was the realization that it also excited me. That embarrassed me too! 

I selected a pair of Bermuda shorts and a shirt along with my bra and panties and socks, and started to return to the bathroom to dress, I had avoided looking at him, but I inadvertently caught his eye as, from the smile on his face, he enjoyed watching me. I flushed and stated firmly, "I have got to get a robe. Gods, here I am walking around in my nightgown in broad daylight. It was bad enough last night, but at least it was dark! I've got to get a robe!"

"Judy, as I said last night, you look lovely in that gown, very sexy. I had a drab, lonely suite and you really light it up. I hope that you don't get a robe for I really like seeing you dressed that way." That comment and the look on his face sent a thrill through me for I could see that he was sincere. At that moment, I had no idea how far this would go, but I was absolutely certain that I would not get a robe – which, of course I had never intended to do, anyway!

We had breakfast and Nick and I went on our first tour of the cruise. The Space Center was extremely interesting with probably the most exciting thing was seeing the shuttle sitting on its transporter being moved, very slowly, to the launch pad for blastoff next week. If our cruise had been one week later, it would have gone right over us. We thanked Glenn effusively for getting our tickets and immediately began to look at tours for the islands ahead of us.

The rest of the day was fun. It was still too cool for the swimming pool, but the hot tubs felt wonderful. We ate at the mid-afternoon snack-time (I could see why people gain weight on a cruise), sat and listened to a small combo playing in the center atrium and watched from the rail as the ship departed from Cape Canaveral. We were still on the ship rather than flying home! Finally, that whole trauma was completely behind us. Then, doing his duty, Glenn gave an hour lecture, with question time, to a surprisingly large group of close to 100. Apparently, some people did like the educational aspect of the cruise. Dinner and a show plus buffet snacks and back in the suite about 11:30. My bed was decorated with a cute towel dog this time. Nick went down to the "cave" (we all referred to it that way now) and Glenn and I changed as we had yesterday, him first and me, taking longer, second.

As you can imagine, I was excited and, naturally, a bit uneasy as I put on my nightgown. I really was looking forward to repeating my exhibitionism of last night, particularly after Glenn's comments this morning. He had made it clear that he liked what he saw. I looked at myself in the mirror and I liked it too! I couldn't help but wonder if he might touch me and how I would react if he did. I wanted to move slowly because I didn't want to go too far and do something I would regret later. Fortunately, I was sure that Glenn would accept my limitations and we could be almost, if not completely, platonic, roommates (suitemates?). With that thought, I joined him on the balcony.

"Lovely and sexy!"

"Now, don't embarrass me. It's bad enough that here I am, a 31-year old married woman with two children, walking around half-dressed in front of you. You should at least pretend not to notice how revealing this gown is!"

"I apologize most sincerely. That is a beautiful gown of thick brocade that is the height of demure and modest decorum. No married woman with a family could be more appropriately and respectably dressed. Please sit down so that, while ignoring any lingering thoughts of impropriety, we can enjoy a quiet, very proper conversation." 

"Much better!" This time I, without hesitation, sat down and reclined beside him on the chaise. "I'll pretend that things are not showing and you pretend that you're not looking." 

Looking very fixedly at my nipples, he grumbled, "That's going to be a lot of pretending, but I'll try." 

This humorous by-play was fun and made me more comfortable for some reason. We sat there, watching the waves and talking very little. The air was still a bit cool and I shivered and, then, raised up so that he could put his arm around me. He pulled me tight against him, running his hand up and down my arm. There definitely was a feeling of tension, as if we both were waiting for the next step. Finally, he took that step by turning me toward me and starting to kiss me with great passion. At first, I just accepted the kiss without active participation, but suddenly, something changed and I began kissing him back with real fervor.

I have no idea how long we continued, embracing and sharing the kiss, but, not unexpectedly, I guess, he moved the intimacy up a level by sliding his hand over my breast and fondling it through the silky fabric. It felt wonderful as he stroked and squeezed it. His other hand was around me, on my back, pulling me tight against him. Our bodies shifted and suddenly I felt a very hard erection against my thigh. Unlike yesterday, I felt no danger signal, no urge to flee. Instead, something totally unexpected happened – my reserve vanished and I suddenly wanted more. To his complete surprise, and, certainly mine later, I pulled away, stood up and saying, "I'll be back," I almost ran inside. No more than three minutes later I was back – wearing my "delayed honeymoon" nightgown!

Standing at the end of the chaise facing him in the lights from the room, I was completely exposed. The pink shortie gown "covered" me from my shoulders to my hips, but that coverage was transparent, hiding nothing. There were no panties, so all the gown did was color my naked body light pink. This gown was made to entice, not conceal. For the first time in my life my body was exposed to the eyes of another man – and I loved it! 

After posing there for a few seconds, I archly asked, "You said that you though you liked this gown better than the other one. What do you think now?" I have absolutely no recollection as to what was going through my mind at that moment. Actually, my mind wasn't in control of my body right then. I, normally, was a shy, conservative woman, who was exceptionally modest in dress, and here I was, almost naked and virtually offering myself to a man who was not my husband. There were waves of pleasure sweeping through me as his eyes ran over my exposed charms. I know that I never had been so aroused and available.

Glenn's reaction was not exactly what I expected. He just sat there, not moving as he looked at me. He was momentarily shocked into immobility at my totally unexpected and uncharacteristic action. That lack of response didn't last long. "My god, Judy you're beautiful and that gown is perfect! I've never seen anything so sexy!" That was the last thing said by either of us for some time.

He jumped up from the chaise and threw his arms around me; kissing me again as his hands ran over my body. I was in a continual state of almost orgasmic arousal as I felt his hand go under the gown in back, over my bottom and then to the front, through my hair and between my legs. Abruptly, he pulled away, and without a word, we headed into the room and onto the bed. We began passionate love-making as he felt every part of my body as I opened up to make every part available. Somewhere in here his pajamas and my nightgown vanished and the lights turned off, but I wasn't even aware of when or how. The preliminaries didn't last long for we both were ready for the main event, sexual intercourse, aka, fucking. 

So, very shortly, I was on my back with my legs raised and spread as I welcomed Glenn onto me. As he mounted me, I reached down and guided his very hard cock into my cunt. At that point I became an adulteress – and loved it. Of course, right then I wasn't thinking about morality, my husband or anything else. I was totally lost in the excitement and pleasure of the moment.

As Glenn's cock penetrated me I began a seemingly endless orgasm. There was no rhythmic, almost controlled, well-practiced action as with Nick. There, I would be building toward orgasm and matching his motions. Now, I was surging up, dropping down, squirming sideways, twisting – anything to maximize the feeling of, as I said, continual orgasm.

Glenn was much the same as he pounded into me in wild excitement. His arousal matched mine and there was little finesse or control as he took me. We did reach some degree of coordination and fell into a rhythm toward the end as my surging upward matched his inward plunges. My steady-state orgasm rose even higher as he drove into me and ejaculated while grinding hard against my cunt and clit. We held together as if we wanted our cunt-cock merger to last forever. He was deep into me and I felt the heat inside as he shot into me.

Of course, that welding together of cock and cunt doesn't last and passion does dim. We held together for a time, but with our energy depleted, we both collapsed, him lying heavy on me. I wasn't thinking. I just lay there, sated and happy, not minding the weight in the post-coitus intimacy.

Soon, however, he rose up from between my legs and lay down beside me, putting his arm around me with my head resting on his shoulder, his hand lightly cupping my breast. At first, nothing was said for I think both of us were somewhat stunned at what had just happened. For my part, I had expected nothing more than an incremental increase of yesterday's intimacy. He, as he said later, was just happy to see me somewhat exposed in my sleeping nightgown but he was surprised at the strong sexual desire that he had. He admitted that I had had a real impact on him as we lay together on the chaise last night – the physical manifestation of which I, of course, had seen! Tonight, when I was lying beside him on the chaise with his arm around me, he felt an even greater attraction. Still, when he began the light, than passionate, kissing it was more an expression of affection than a sexual overture, but it soon morphed into an intense expression of our mutual, well, I guess "lust" is probably the most accurate word. Feeling my breast was the trigger for me, removing my self-created barriers and opening the pathway to adultery.

Surprisingly, the question of sin, immorality or whatever never really bothered me. Even the words "adultery" or "adulteress" had no bite. That might have been different without Nick's permission. One question that I could never answer is whether I would have succumbed to my sexual desires without that permission, or would I have ended up frustrated by having those desires going unfulfilled. Or would I even have had those desires and even consider sex with Glenn if Nick hadn't raised the issue. I honestly don't know. 

We talked quietly and intimately for almost an hour before the need for sleep overcame us. I did say one final thing. "I never expected to wear my "delayed honeymoon" nightgown for anybody but Nick. It is only for very important occasions – and this was one of them, a 'not-delayed' honeymoon!" 

He simply said, "I know," and kissed me very hard.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned up a bit and, without thinking, joined him in bed and sleep.

It had been a late night – or early morning – and I was still sound asleep when, for the second day in a row, Glenn wakened me by shaking my shoulder. I slowly came to and lay back looking up at him as he said, "Come on, Judy, you've got to get up. Nick will be coming soon." He was dressed and looking down at me with a sly grin." You might want to have some clothes on when he gets here!"

His comment had no impact on me at first and then I reacted. "I'm naked" I cried in great embarrassment as I pulled the sheet up over my bare breasts.

He laughed at my automatic reaction and simply said, "I'll go out on the balcony while you get up. You look awfully sexy like that, though!"

I flushed with embarrassment as he left and scurried around gathering clothes and taking them into the bathroom. I came out after about fifteen minutes, dressed and ready for breakfast. Looking at him with a wry grin, I admitted, "I guess that it's pretty silly being worried about being naked after last night. I don't think that I have anything left to hide."

"Actually, I thought that it was pretty cute. It shows that you are not used to having men seeing you sleep without clothes. In any case, it was a delightful sight to wake up with. Last night was wonderful and I hope that you are all right with it."

"Yes, it was wonderful and we have a number of things to talk about later. All good from my end."

He leaned down and lightly kissed me. Just the right thing to do – warm and affectionate. Shortly afterwards, Nick knocked on the door and, as I walked by the couch, my supposed bed, I realized, happily, that Glenn had anticipated a potential problem and had rumpled up the sheets and pillow. That would have been a dead giveaway and I wasn't ready for that yet!

We had moved south past Florida leaving the cooler Atlantic and into the Caribbean during the night and the air was softer and warmer. After breakfast, Nick and I used the pool and I enjoyed just lying in a deck chair with a Coke and a book. It was the first really relaxing time, just sitting around time, which I had had. Nick just wandered around, not really enjoying inactivity.

I was surprising myself with my aplomb. I was feeling no guilt despite committing adultery and sleeping all night with another man. I had gotten out of bed totally naked one-half hour before my husband knocked on the door and I showed no jitters, no nervousness when he came in – nothing to give myself away. Now, there is no doubt that without Nick's acceptance of my potential indiscretion I would have been a quivering mass of terror with guilt written all over my face, but he had given me the confidence to believe that I had done nothing irredeemable.

The day passed pleasantly enough but poor Nick was in line for an evening that he dreaded. We appeared back at the suite with a suit bag over his shoulder and a disgruntled look on his face. Glenn looked up with surprise as we came in, obviously questioning Nick's appearance. Suddenly his face lit up. "Oh, don't tell me – this is a fancy dress night and you're 

going to attend! Lucky you. You get to dress up and take your lovely wife to a formal dinner!"

"How about you taking this fancy suit and you take my lovely wife to dinner."

"No, I'll just go up to the buffet and have a quiet, uncrowded meal."

"Yeah! Why do women like these things? Well, I'll go down and see how this thing fits. Call when you're ready."

Nick left and I prepared to get dressed. I had brought a short turquoise cocktail dress that I was eager to wear. I am a woman and "I love these things" as Nick said. I went into the bathroom to get ready and put on my makeup. I got out my bag, took my stuff out – and had one of those "OH, MY GOD" moments. There was my diaphragm case with my diaphragm still in it! I never had thought about having sexual intercourse last night and I just never even thought about needing protection. It wasn't a case of deciding not to bother with, I just didn't think of it. How could any woman, particularly a married woman, not think of protecting herself – particularly what I had done the previous night? I just don't know – it's inexcusable but it happened.

Needless to say, I was shocked and scared because I knew that a large quantity of semen had been shot into me and, by now, was in my womb! Of course, I immediately started thinking about the timing and, as well as I could figure, I should be safe. At worst I would on the edge of my fertile period which put the odds strongly in my favor. Thus reassured, I immediately inserted the diaphragm because I was certain that I would need protection that night!

As I've said before, I am a relatively modest woman in my regular dress. However, I love to have fancy things on under my clothes where no one but Nick will see. In addition, I never feel really dressed up when wearing pantyhose. So that night, as usual, I fastened on a lacy garter belt with long thigh-high hose. I had a pair of bikini panties and matching bra, neither of which hid anything. Over that I had the cocktail dress with quarter-length sleeves, a boat neck and flared skirt. I had had my hair done and, for the first time on the cruise, I felt really good about my appearance. Adding high heeled shoes, I went out to, I hoped, impress Glenn.

His reaction was everything I could have hoped for. He said many complimentary words, but more important was the look on his face as he saw me. He said that I was beautiful and truthfully, that night I felt beautiful. Then, just before Nick came I did something I had never dreamed of doing before. I stepped back from Glenn and said, "Do you like this," and, reaching for the hem of my skirt, I lifted it to my waist, exposing my legs, hose, garter belt and panties. I posed there, holding it up, while he stared with undisguised admiration and desire. I certainly knew that I would need the diaphragm later!

Nick was also quite complimentary when he saw me, even saying that no one would even notice him. However, he looked quite handsome in his rented tux and, as Glenn said, we made a perfect couple. He closed the drapes and used it as a backdrop to take several pictures of us posing there. As we were leaving, he said, "You know, Judy cleans up real well. If that offer to borrow that tux and take her to dinner is still open, I think that I will accept it!" 

He was kidding, of course, but I loved it. Then, making it even better, Nick replied, "No, the offer is revoked. I think I will be proud to accompany my lovely wife to dinner!" I think I was floating as we left the suite!"

It was a lovely evening. It was fun mingling with all of those people dressed in all sorts of fashion. Most women were conservatively attired while a few were somewhat daring. There were men in kilts, others in uniform from service years ago (as you could tell from the fit), two in some kind of robe. I was making mental notes of what women were wearing and, I think that I can say with reasonable accuracy and modesty, I more that held my own.




Delayed Honeymoon Pt. 02



It appeared that no one (certainly the women) was eager to remove their finery and go back to the mundane world of regular clothes. People lingered in the dining room, strolled through the atrium, visited the bars or just stood and talked. Finally the crowd thinned out as, with reluctance, the peacocks went back to their nests. In my case, I was looking forward to more basic entertainment so it wasn't quite as wrenching as for some. 

We got back to the suite, talked for a short time about the evening and Nick left to "Get out of this monkey suit." We had San Juan tomorrow so we agreed on 8:30 as usual. So, once again, Glenn and I were alone, but this time there was no question of our intentions.

As soon as Nick had left, I asked Glenn to unzip me and to his surprise (and mine, in a way), I just stepped out of my dress and stood there in a bra, minuscule panties, garter belt and hose. He just stared at me for almost a minute, saying nothing with his voice but a great deal with his eyes. Finally, he came out with that classic awe-struck comment, "Wow!" He had me walk around, still in my high heels, just enjoying my body and movements. I had never done anything remotely like this before and I was almost drunk with excitement. Saying that he wanted pictures to remember, after we got home, of exactly how stunning I looked, he picked up his camera again. I posed for several pictures in varying degrees of exposure, step by step removing, first, my bra and, second, my panties. He loved me nude except for my garter belt and hose. The last one embarrassed and excited me at the same time. It was of me lying on the bed, legs up and open, ready to be screwed. Very shortly after he put the camera down, that is exactly what happened.

However, before entering me, he knelt between my spread thighs and used his tongue on my clit and into my cunt, itself. I loved this when Nick did it and having Glenn licking me was like heaven. He ran his tongue all the way from my clit, through the lips to. ...to.... to my asshole – it's hard to write that but it felt wonderful! I don't know how long he did it, but when he finally moved up onto me, I was in a frenzy of excitement. Needless to say, I was wet and welcoming as he started to enter me. Once again, I reached down and guided his cock into me. It probably would have found the open target without help, but, somehow, it felt right to help him get in. I guess that, subconsciously, it was a way of showing that I wanted it, rather than just lying there being available.

This screwing was far more under control than last night. I was as hot and ready as last night but the shock factor was missing. We quickly fell into the in-and-out rhythm without the frenetic pace that we had had then. This time, it felt very good, but I was not in that seemingly continual orgasmic stage with that frantic, almost spastic, urge to grind against Glenn. This time, I, with him, was working toward that orgasm, that final climax, and the gradual buildup was wonderful. Of course, when that final stage was approached, the controlled rhythm was replaced by the twisting and surging, the reaching for a peak, as we ground together. His motions became more rapid, his pressure on my clit and cunt lips mounted and, tight against me, he shot into me. The feel of his climax triggered mine and again, as yesterday, we held together, making the moment of orgasm last. It felt to me that the two nights with Glenn were the most exciting, sexually that I ever had had.

I think that one of the things in life for men or women that causes the most damage to long-time relationships is the fact that new is more exciting than old. I had done everything, and more, with Nick that I had done with Glenn. He had fucked me to tremendous orgasms. He had licked and sucked my cunt. Yet those same acts with Glenn now seemed wilder, more exciting. A new tongue on my clit, a different cock in my cunt, a new rhythm in the screwing – each more exhilarating, more electrifying. This is why people ruin their marriage and lives by having affairs. They lie and sneak around; they betray their spouse in many less obvious ways. All for the thrill of something new. Nick had given me, and, actually, himself, a wondrous gift. As I said before nothing might have happened without his bringing it up, but, on the other hand, I might well have fallen into that "new" trap even without it.

In any case, Glenn and I lay quietly together, our hearts and breathing returning to normal. He was running his fingers over my stomach, down into my triangle of hair and back up to my breasts. "You have lovely breasts, firm yet soft. Very nice."

"Like most women, I could wish that they were a bit bigger – not really big, a C-cup rather than a B." Giggling, I added, 'Nick says I have 'breasts,' not 'tits!' You have to have big breasts to call them tits. I'd like to have tits."

"Damn, Judy these are tits! Bigger ones may be nice, but usually they sag, are too soft or just don't feel good in the hand. As I said, yours are both firm and soft; the nipples are perfectly in proportion. Perfect! I will now officially designate these breasts as tits. That's my final word."

"Ok, thank you, sir. I now have tits – but I'm afraid that your official decree has limited applicability! Just between us, but that's nice!" 

The talking went on and I discovered a number of things. First, I was a bit off on his age. He had advanced far more rapidly in rank than I figured, and he actually was only sixty-one – a quite vigorous sixty–one as he had proved earlier. He was still old enough to be my father – but, fortunately, he was not my father! His almost white hair came from a very painful part of his life. His wife had died three years ago after years of deterioration with symptoms of what we now know as Alzheimer's. Like most U.S. presidents whose hair turn gray from tension, his changed from the long-lasting tragedy of his wife's illness.

He learned things about me too including my total lack of sexual experience aside from Nick. That led me to admit the deep crush I had had on him as a student – and, I guess, I still did. Finally came the question that I hoped not to hear.

 "Look, honey, it seems as if I've known you and Nick as a couple for a long time, but obviously it's just been a few days. Still, even in those few days I have seen that you two are very close, very loving. I can tell that from the way you tease each other and the way you are loose and free with each other. I certainly wouldn't want to do anything that would cause a problem. The truth is, I feel a bit guilty about Nick. He seems like a very good person and I like him. Yet, here I am in bed with his wife. Heaven knows, I wouldn't want to stop this unexpected...what is it? An affair? Whatever it is, I'd hate to lose it even if it's only a shipboard romance."

I was stuck. First, he called me "honey" and that sent a thrill through me, but I didn't know how to answer his question. It would be easiest to just tell him that Nick said it would be all right with him, but I was reluctant to make it that specific – it was too private. Finally, I decided to compromise. "Nick is a very intelligent and perceptive man. When we accepted your offer to let me sleep in your suite he said a few things which didn't mean much to me at the time, but looking back on it, I think that he actually expected something to happen between us with me sleeping here every night. Gods, I shouldn't say this, and please never repeat it, but when he left me the first night, he teased me by saying, 'Be sure to wear your diaphragm.' At the time, I punched him in the arm for joking like that, but now I think that he meant just what he said."

"What on earth would make him to expect us to get together?"

"That's hard to answer. He knows that I have had absolutely no interest in outside sex, but he knows of the crush I had on you and, I guess, still have. Somehow, when we met on the bus I immediately felt a connection with you that was different and he saw that. As I said, he is very perceptive and knows me very well. I suspect that he saw whatever it was in me that permitted me to act so out of character when we were on the chaise out there. In addition, he also kidded me by saying that if I wore my nightgown while I was sleeping here, I was doomed. As you certainly saw, it doesn't hide very much! We talked about that and whether we should buy a robe or negligee to cover me, yet neither of us thought it necessary to do so."

"I'll have to say that you're right about him being perceptive – maybe too much so. You know, I was really active sexually my first two years in college – a typical frat boy. My junior year, however, I just tired of all that and really turned to my studies. Oh, I didn't become a monk, but sex was not a major part of my life. I was finishing grad school when I met Jenny, my wife, and we got married right after I got my PhD. We were a perfect match, sex and otherwise, and we had two fine boys who turned into very good men. Unfortunately, as I told you, her problems began and got continually worse until she died three years ago. We still had sex up until the last year because it seemed to bring her back and make her happy. It was hard on me. Since she died, I've really felt little interest in sex.

"Now, I am not really a social person. I don't like 'small talk' and generally avoid those awkward situations where I have to strain to think of something to say. I see ex-students frequently and after 'How are you.... Oh, I loved your course .... What are you doing now ...etc.' I try to escape. Somehow, it was very different when we met on the bus. I actually enjoyed myself. You were very easy to talk to and I didn't feel that I had to dredge up things to say. For the first time in a very long time, I actually wanted to continue the relationship. I guess, like it was for you, I felt connection between us. When, later, I met Nick, the three of us just bonded. That's an overworked term, but was true in that situation.

"For example, as soon as I found out about being upgraded to a suite, the first thought I had was, 'Wait till I tell Judy and Nick!' When I got your news about your awful night and you being sent off the ship, I'll admit that 'What will I do when they're gone' was my first reaction. That and my very real sympathy for you was what caused me to think of the way out. I can say truthfully that the idea of anything happening between us never crossed my mind. 

"This is where Nick was right. That night, if you had appeared in a housewife-mother type of gown covered by a chaste robe, we probably would still just be friends with you on the couch, me on the bed and not a salacious thought in my head. Instead, this very attractive woman, that I really liked, stood before me in a thin nightgown that two pointed nipples were trying to bore through. And below, this was nicely shadowed." His last comment was accompanied by ruffling my cunt hair. 

"Even with that, it still was difficult for me to do anything because I could tell that you and Nick were happy together and I had no reason to think that you would be involved in extracurricular sex. When you lay beside me on the chaise I was close to those nipples and, for the first time in a while, I had an involuntary erection which I knew you saw which led you to go to bed to avoid a problem. I thought that that was your answer and, frankly, I was embarrassed.

"I was pleasantly surprised the next night when you lay beside me again and even more when I put my arm around you and you came in tighter rather than pulling back. I finally took the risk of kissing you and putting my hand on your breast – no, your tit – and you didn't stop me. I was disappointed when you got up and left, but I was shocked when you came back wearing that unbelievably sexy 'honeymoon' gown. That really isn't a gown, there's not enough to it but it certainly is sexy.

"Ok, we'll agree that Nick was right about the impact of your sleeping gown. If you had covered up, and hidden those nipples, I might not have even thought of sex. So, what now?"

"Glenn, I'm really happy you told me all of that. The more I know about you, the better I like it. I was sure that you felt something more for me than just an available woman to make, but it's very nice to hear you say it. And," I said with a smile, "I'm very glad that I was able to rekindle your interest in sex! As far as Nick is concerned, I'm just not going to worry about it. I wouldn't be naked in bed with you if I didn't think that I had his tacit approval. Otherwise I would be acting as guilty when he is around as if I had robbed a bank – and he would know what I was doing. So, let's forget the guilt and just enjoy what you called a "shipboard romance. We'll worry about afterwards later.

"All right. You know him best and if you think he knows and isn't jealous or hurt, I'll go with that. Incidentally, did you do as he said?"

Somehow I instantly knew what he meant and, without hesitation or blushing, I replied, "I didn't the first time because I didn't expect to go that far. I still have a hard time believing that I just offered myself to you by wearing that little sheer nightgown. It's been in both times since then. I should be safe from that first time and I've been protected since."



Delayed Honeymoon Pt. 03



The following morning was very different. It was early and I was wakened this time by Glenn's fingers running over my body. I was sleepily aware as his hand moved down to my crotch and he began stroking my clit while, at the same time, kissing and teasing my nipples. I slowly came aware and looked up at him, realizing what was going on. I was momentarily surprised that I was naked again, but immediately I recalled everything and just said, "Good morning." I was more surprised shortly afterwards when I realized that he was naked too. He had seen me naked in the daylight before - at least part of me - but this was a first. It's odd how the mind works, but my first reaction was to think, "He has a nice body. He doesn't look old." Afterwards it embarrassed me to realize that I was naked in bed with a naked man and my instant reaction was not to be startled but, instead, was to evaluate him physically!

In any case, seeing my open eyes and hearing my "Good morning," he kissed me lightly, and, then, more vigorously. I put my arms up and embraced him and, as I did so, I became aware of a very hard erection pushing into my side. It's funny, but Nick and I frequently have sex in the morning when there is no time or parenting pressure, but, somehow I was startled by Glenn's obvious arousal. I pulled away from the kiss, moved against his cock and asked, "Does this have anything to do with the way you wakened me?"

"It seems like a good idea. I've been lying here for the last fifteen minutes staring at this lovely body next to mine and, I'll admit, certain lascivious thought came to mind!"

"Good heavens, here I am, a respectable and innocent married woman being propositioned by a lecherous man who happens to be in bed with her. Well, we have to do what we have to do! First, I have to go to the bathroom and then I guess I'll have to submit to your lewd demands."

Without the thoughts of modesty that had plagued me yesterday, I got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom completely nude, just as I would have done with Nick. I returned the same way and, shortly was on my back with my legs in the air - in broad daylight! It's amazing how what is inconceivable one day can become commonplace so quickly! However, while having sex, adulterous sex, may become almost as routine as marital intercourse, doing so in the light is very different from doing so in the comfortable darkness. This time, I could see the cock that was going to impale me; I could see the balls that were going to fill me with cum. I could see the male body that was going to come down on me and take me. I had seen these things with Nick, of course, but this was a new lover. I welcomed him into me, even helped as I had before, but I was surprisingly affected, almost as if this were the first time.

This was particularly true as Glenn began to move in me and, for the first time, I could see his face above me. His features and expressions were so distinct, whereas in the dark they were vague and unclear. His eyes were open and he smiled as he looked down at me. I smiled back and we shared a moment of intimacy that was more than just sex. Maybe it was just my feminine desire for the act to have more meaning than pure lust, but I did feel something more pass between us.

As would be assumed, that moment gave way to the physical act of sexual intercourse - or the more robust terms, screwing or fucking. As the motions became more vigorous, our libidos taking over, those softer feelings of affection gave way to our drive toward climax. I was still aware enough to look up at my lover and saw that his eyes were closed and that his face had a most intense look as he put his entire energy into the in-and-out battering of my vagina and clit. Soon, I was equally committed to the act of pure sex and was responding with equal vigor to his fucking. It didn't take long for us to reach the stage of orgasm and, once again, I exploded as I felt him ejaculate into me. 

Unlike the previous times, Glenn did not come down on me as he had before. Getting off the bed, he said, "We'd better hurry. Nick will be here in a half-hour or so." I heard him, but my attention was elsewhere. As he pulled away from between my legs, I saw him completely nude and, automatically, my eyes focused on the cock that had just left my cunt. It was no longer hard, of course, but it was still long enough to see it glisten with a combination of my lubrication and his cum. I liked that. However, most of my attention was concentrated on myself. I was lying there on my back, my legs still spread and with my cunt undoubtedly open with moisture leaking out. Many women, particularly feminists, would disagree with my feelings, but I just felt that I really had been taken, giving me a feeling of...I don't know...subservience is the wrong word. Conquered or used might be better. I feel that way with Nick, too. Now, when I'm on top, I don't have that reaction because, I guess, I'm in control. In any case, I sort of enjoy the feeling of being mastered even if, as it always is, a mutual, shared sex act. 

Glenn's comment about Nick coming got through and ended my musing and of course, spurred me to get moving. Glenn went into the bathroom while I pulled out the clothes I intended to wear in San Juan. It was funny - when he came out of the bathroom I headed in, both of us still naked. As I passed him, he slapped me on the bottom, saying "I like that outfit. I want to see a lot more of it!" Actually, I had plenty of time since I didn't need a lot of makeup and about fifteen minutes I came out to dress. It was interesting, sexy and a bit embarrassing to dress as he watched. I put on my panties, then my bra, feeling his eyes watching every move. I was going bare-legged, so no pantyhose or stocking so all I had to do was put on a skirt and blouse. I quickly pulled the sheet over a large wet spot, rumpled the couch bedding and, when Nick arrived five minutes later, I was on the balcony looking at the port of San Juan. No sign that I had engaged in adulterous intercourse thirty or forty minutes ago. Still, I had a feeling that, despite the lack of physical evidence, Nick had a pretty good idea as to what was going on.

San Juan was fun. We toured the Old Town and made our way through Morro Castle. Glenn went with us - he wanted to get his feet on the ground for the first time on the cruise. I felt like a princess or queen being escorted by two men and both were very attentive. I know that Glenn was relieved at the comradery we shared - certainly nothing of a suspicious and jealous husband. In fact, it seemed pretty obvious that we were a non-sexual threesome. Non-sexual together and we didn't talk about separately! 

It was a very hot day, and after walking around, particularly in the Morro Castle, we were very happy to return to the ship, have lunch and spend time at the pool. Glenn had another talk scheduled since we were leaving San Juan early (3:00 PM) but he thought that he had time or a swim. A funny thing about it was Glenn and me going back to the suite to change into our suits together while Nick went the "cave." Changing together was quite intimate and it was fun to go back to the pool together to meet Nick.

Obviously, I knew that Glenn did not look the way we would have expected when we assumed that he was over sixty-five. In fact, as I had pleasantly discovered, he was very well conditioned from frequent use of the university gym. (Of course, I knew that he was physically fit in other ways!) Oh, he didn't look like someone thirty or forty years old, but he certainly was not an old man physically. After he left to prepare for his lecture Nick expressed his surprise as Glenn's condition, saying, with a grin, "Maybe I made a mistake letting you sleep with him in his suite!" I left that comment alone, not speculating on whether he meant that I was just sleeping in the suite while Glenn was there or that I was actually sleeping with him in the suite - which I was!

Fortunately, he went on talking, asking me if I had found out how old Glenn really was. I told him that I had guessed wrong about his career advancement and that he actually was only sixty-one. I went on and told him about his wife and the effect on his hair.

"Well, that explains a lot. Truthfully, he looks and acts much younger than his age. When we were talking about him before, we hadn't really seen him enough to guess how old he was. Damn, I hope I look nearly as good as he when I'm sixty. You know, we're really lucky to meet him on this cruise and not only because it gave you a place to sleep. We've met a few couples at diner, but no one that is as much company as he is. Anyhow, San Juan was an interesting place, but I can't wait to get to St. Thomas tomorrow. What's the name...oh, yeah Charlotte Amalie. I don't care about the town, but I'm really looking forward to swimming in the Caribbean water. The tour we're on ends up at the beach at Megans Bay and should be perfect.

We stood on the deck and watched San Juan disappear as we pulled away and headed for St. Thomas in the U.S. Virgin Islands. It was 10:00 PM, and the lights of the city were beautiful against the dark sky and water. It was a lovely, warm night, the type that people go to the Caribbean for and we sat on the pool deck, eating and drinking the way you are supposed to on such a cruise.

Around midnight the three of us went in and sat on our (mine and Glenn's!) balcony and talked for another half hour until Nick left. It was a weird feeling, seeing my husband leaving, saying, "Sleep well, I'll see you in the morning!" The couch was open and nicely made up, but none of really thought that I was going to sleep there. The events afterwards proved once again how impossible things quickly become almost the norm. 

As soon as Nick was out of the door, I sat down on the bed and removed my shoes and, without pausing or even hesitating, I began undressing. I stood there in my bra and panties, chatting away about our day in San Juan. I took my bra off and was stepping out of the panties when I suddenly became aware of what I was doing. Blushing furiously, I grabbed my nightgown and hurried into the bathroom, hearing Glenn behind me calling, "Nice tits!" I was still embarrassed later when I came out wearing the nightgown knowing full well that it would be off in a few minutes. I was comfortable enough with him to forget myself and strip in front of him, but my old, conservative ways reappeared when I thought about what I was doing.

The gown did come off very quickly and, one again, we engaged in terrific sex. We were in that stage where the sex was still new but we were more comfortable with one another. We began to move automatically with each other, began to be more familiar with each other's moves. It was very much like newlyweds adapting to each other's needs rather than just racing to their own climax. Actually, in some ways, it was a progression from just having sex to making love. I had gone through this transition with Nick and now I was doing it with another man - and really enjoying it. 

There was another element to this "affair," if it could be called that. I was in bed, having sex with another man in an elite suite on a fabulous cruise ship! I was lying there, naked under him, being fucked while a whole ship load of people were out there. I felt certain that Nick knew and approved what I was doing, but there still was that added element of immorality, of wickedness, that added a fillip of excitement. Adultery is exciting just because it is adultery! So, I was a married woman being taken by another man - and loving it!

I woke up the following morning, no nightgown as usual, with Glenn just getting out of bed. We had gone to bed late - actually, gone to sleep late - and we had slept a bit too long, so there was no time for morning sex. We had arranged to meet Nick for breakfast rather than him to come to the suite. (It eliminated the possibility of him coming early to the suite and catching us in flagrante delicto - i.e. screwing!) We had to hurry so that he and I could join our tour to the beach. I hurried through the bathroom preparations before dressing and, just before I came out, a thought hit me.

As I almost always did in the morning, I had removed my diaphragm, (the required six plus hours or more having passed) washed and powdered it and put it away. Normally, I had little need of it during the day so I left it out until its protection was needed, usually near bedtime. However, recalling Nick's comment about finding a "nice secluded beach," I decided that it might be a good idea to put it in before our tour. It was a very good thing that I did! 

The tour bus took us on a twisty road up and down steep hills on a busy two-lane road with some awesome views. We finally arrived at Megans Bay, bumped our way into a dirt parking lot and, piling out, made our way through a band of rather scruffy trees onto the beach. Frankly, I wasn't too impressed for the sand was only a rather narrow ribbon around the bay, but it was soft. The water was flat, no swells or surf which is what we prefer, but we swam for a while in the warm water. It was a long, curving beach and, after resting, we started walking along the shore toward a less crowded area. I was looking at the water when Nick stopped and said, "Let's go in here."

I saw that a clump of scrub trees and bushes screening a small section of sand. I looked around and didn't see anyone really close, but we were hardly alone. I knew what he intended, of course, but this was not private enough for me! "Good heavens, Nick, we can't do that! There are people all around here!"

"No one's nearby and this place is hidden behind these bushes. Come on."

Reluctantly, I let him pull me down onto the soft sand and, before I knew what he was doing, my bra was off and he was pulling my pants down. "Nick, for God's sake, I can't be naked here! Someone will come along! Let me suck you instead." Me offering to do that on a public beach would normally have been inconceivable but the alternative was worse. The potential public humiliation of being caught was devastating. Still, Nick was adamant and, very shortly, I was lying in the sand, completely nude.

I had the weirdest reaction. I was scared, my mind almost petrified with the fear of being caught, but yet I felt a surprising excitement as I lay there naked on the warm sand. I didn't have a long time to worry, for Nick, his cock out and rigid, came down on me. I instinctively raised and parted my legs and, very quickly, he was in me. Once the act started, my initial hesitation ended and I joined in the fucking. Now the possible danger served as a spur. I said that having sex with Glenn was great in part because it was new. Now, sex with my husband was new; screwing on a public beach with people not far away, sex on an island in the Caribbean, naked with my husband pumping away between by legs - it was wild! I hit orgasm before Nick did, but he followed shortly afterwards.

We both were breathless and sated as we just lay there completely exhausted. Perversely, when Nick finally moved off of me, I enjoyed lying there nude. Lying in that soft sand, naked and exposed, looking up at the swaying branches and clear blue sky - it was blissful! Even when I heard voices as several people passed our barely concealed bower I made no effort to cover myself. Unbelievably, I almost wanted to be seen. Now, it was Nick who was concerned, quickly putting his trunks on and urging me to get up. Rather than crouching there, concealing myself, I stood up and leisurely pulled on my pants. Standing there topless I said, "Well, you wanted to screw me on a secluded beach. It's not really secluded, but you really screwed me! That was one of the best we've ever had! Do you like seeing my tits out bare?"

"Very hot, honey. And that was good. Now, put your bra on over - ok, your tits - and let's get back before our bus leaves!"

That was an amazing experience. I understood for the first time the appeal of public exhibitionism. I don't think that anyone actually saw anything, but when I stood up, I would have welcomed eyes on me. I didn't know then if I actually could go onto a topless beach, but I thought that I just might!

Now, I am not in any way a scheming, conniving person and I have always been completely honest with Nick - if for no reason other than he would know if I weren't. One time we were in a store and a box of bubble bath capsules had broken on the floor and they were all over the place ready to be swept up and thrown away. I wanted to try that brand so I picked up one and put it in my pocket. I walked over to where Nick was standing and he looked at my guilty face and asked, "What did you do?" I'm just too honest, but, on the bus ride back to the ship a devious thought had suddenly popped into my mind.

I was reasonably certain that I was not...well...not "knocked up" by Glenn, but I knew that it could have happened - particularly with a woman who got pregnant twice while on the pill! So, after a wonderful day together, when, as I half expected, we had had sex on the beach, I decided to lie to my husband for, as far as I could remember, the first time on anything of any importance. We had gone to the suite so that I could "freshen up" before going to the buffet to eat. Glenn was doing something else, so we were alone. When I came out of the bathroom I'm sure that I looked nervous, which I was, but nothing was said as we left. We got our food, ate and, finally, Nick asked, "What's wrong, honey. I can tell that something is bothering you." For once, my non-poker face was a virtue.

"It's probably nothing, but we could have a problem. I didn't expect to have wild sex on the beach and, unfortunately I didn't have my diaphragm in. I just never thought of it. I saw it in my bag when we were up in the suite and I realized there could be a problem - to put it mildly. I should be safe, but who knows with me."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it now. Damn, I never thought about that and there certainly was no reason for you to put it in. We'll just have to let nature run its course and, really I don't know that it would be a catastrophe anyway! Maybe we'd get a boy!"

"Oh, sure! I go around for months with morning sickness looking like a blimp! Two girls are enough! Well, what is done is done!"

Then Nick asked something that I didn't expect. "Have you been using the diaphragm regularly?"

I looked at him in consternation because, in effect, any doubt about my relationship with Glenn would be exposed when I answered. I looked down in embarrassment and, I'll admit, guilt, finally, managed to say, softly, "Yes." I knew everything that had gone before, including his specific insistence that he wouldn't mind, but now this was reality and I wasn't absolutely sure of his response."

To my heartfelt relief, he simply said, "Good. Nothing to worry about then. Let's just remember a wonderful day."

I'm sure that the smile on my face lit up the room!

I felt guilty and relieved at the same time. I had done what thousands, probably millions, of women have done in the past when they fear that a lover has made them pregnant - convince their husband that he had impregnated her so that he will accept the baby as his. Actually, this was a very unusual situation, maybe unique. My only real offense was forgetting to use protection, not the intercourse itself. Right or wrong, I did what seemed best at the time and I did not regret it. My guilt, in my mind, was lying to my husband, not the pregnancy - and I strongly doubted that there was one. My greatest feeling at the time was relief, relief that Nick confirmed his acceptance of my relationship with Glenn. His only question, his only concern, was whether I was protecting myself, not if I was sleeping with Glenn. 

It may seem from this writing that Nick was on the outside looking in on this cruise, but that really was not the case. In fact, I was with him all day from around 8:30 in the morning until it was time for bed. We were having a great deal of fun and I wouldn't want to be with anyone else. Needless to say, the inability to have sex with me was a big downer for him - less so for me for me for obvious reasons. That, of course, was not what he wanted, but fate took that out of our hands. It was incredibly generous of him to let me develop my relationship with Glenn since he was getting nothing from it. Some men apparently get pleasure out of their wife's infidelity, but Nick was just standing back and giving me freedom. Of course, it would all have been different if claustrophobia hadn't placed me in Glenn's suite - and his bed!




Delayed Honeymoon Pt. 03



Still, while he definitely was missing a big part of our "delayed honeymoon," he clearly was not jealous and was feeling the comradery when the three of were together. Now, he had made it clearer than ever that my sexual affair was not a problem. As a consequence, bit by bit, we moved away from hiding that affair. No one said anything, be we all knew. For example, the charade with the couch finally ended. One day the mussing up of the sheets and pillow was just too obvious and he looked at it with a grin. The next day we told Louie not to bother with it anymore. That I was sleeping with Glenn was accepted without comment. It wasn't until we were home that we openly acknowledged my adulterous affair rather than simply treating it as an open secret. At first, it was embarrassing to frankly admit and talking about sleeping with Glenn, but once the barrier, was down, discussing the relationship actually was fun since Nick had no reservations or jealousy.

That I was completely comfortable with Nick's acceptance of the situation while on the cruise, really to an embarrassing degree, was shown one time when the three of us came back to the ship after a tour, in Barbados I believe, and we were going to go up to the pool. We were in the suite and Nick and Glenn were talking and I, without thinking, took my shorts and panties off in the bathroom and came out, naked below the waist, to get my bathing suit! I suddenly realized what I was doing and jumped back into the bathroom, blushing like mad. They both just laughed at me, making comical lewd remarks, and, in reaction, I defiantly came right back out, got my bikini pants and put them on in right in front of them. Then, with even greater daring, I took my blouse and bra off and put my suit top on! I looked at them as they stood there staring and said, "Well fellows, I'm going up to the pool. Come on up when you're ready." Where I got the nerve I'll never know, but I didn't worry about what I was wearing, or not wearing, when the three of us were together the rest of the cruise! I would change clothes just as if they both were my husbands - which, I guess, sexually they were!

Actually, the lewd comments I referred to illustrate the bonding that had taken place between the two men. Glenn was literally twice Nick's age, but they had bonded together almost like fraternity brothers and enjoyed teasing me when the three of us were together, further demonstrating the unspoken acceptance of our sleeping arrangements. This bonding was helped by Glenn's much-younger-that-his-age attitude. The three of us were lying on deck chairs facing the pool, people watching and, in my case, reading. A girl was walking around the pool gathering a considerable amount of attention because she had managed to stuff two D-cup breasts into a B-cup bikini top. They seemed be fighting to escape their prison and I think most people, certainly the men, were watching to see if they would succeed. I think that it was Nick who spoke first, observing, "Now, there is a pair of tits!"

"Good God, yes! That bra can't hold them!"

"Man, I'd like to see those without the bra. They must look like cantaloupes."

"Remember the old song, "A-Hugging and A-Chalking? That's a pair of tits that would be nice to measure and feel!"

"You could spend all day feeling around those if you got lost. When I think 'tits,' that is what I mean!"

Now, she was spectacular, but it was quite obvious that the two men were trying to get to me, get a rise out of me. And finally I decided to give them what they wanted and snapped. "Ok, you clowns, if those are the size tits you want to feel, neither of you will feel my tits the rest of this cruise!"

There was an immediate reversal as Nick responded, laughingly, "Actually, those cantaloupes are just too large! They're probably are overripe and would be spongey. I'd much rather feel Judy's tits!"

"Sure, those probably would hang down to her waist without a bra. Now, Judy's size is much better - more resilient. Fits the hand better!"

"Yes, just a very nice hand full!"

"Much better, fellows! My tits appreciate the vote of confidence." Their comments and my reaction to them, showed a real change in me. I had been far too conservative in the past to participate in repartee like that, but I really enjoyed the give and take, plus the clear implication that my tits were available for feeling by both of them. In addition, while I might have referred to them as tits in a private moment with Nick, speaking the word in public, particularly with anyone else, would have been impossible

This kind of byplay was made possible, of course, by Nick's acceptance of the situation in which Glenn and I were having sex, and the two of us were extraordinarily aware of how he actually must feel - his wife sleeping with another man while he, the husband, had no sexual outlet on a cruise that was supposed to be a delayed honeymoon. Something had to be done to ease Nick's deprivation and, starting on our sixth day, Glenn conveniently found things he had to do which would definitely keep him out of the suite, usually in the afternoon, for an hour or so and Nick and I were able to do some of that honeymoon activity. Since Glenn and I continued our most mornings and every evening intimacy, I was a very well fucked woman the rest of the trip! It was an experience that I never conceived of, but having sex with two different men on the same day in the same bed was surprisingly exciting. I obviously have some courtesan blood in me. In any case, this definitely eased the situation even more and contributed to that bonding I discussed above - sharing a woman, i.e. me, certainly creates a bond by itself.

So with tours, fat men jumping in the pool contests, ice sculpture demonstrations, chocolate evenings, taco parties on the pool deck, etc., etc., etc., our days were full.

We had two islands two days in a row after St. Thomas - Philipsburg, St. Maarten and Bridgetown, Barbados - each having its own variations and, when we had a day at sea on day nine, it was good to relax and just swim and laze around the ship. We had one more landing at Nassau in the Bahamas and two more days at sea until ending back at the New York City Cruise Port. The days were full with new sights and sounds, and the nights were full of sex with variations, old and new. It sounds like an awful lot of sex but it was only about a half-hour or so in the morning, when we did it, and probably another half-hour or hour at night. Slip in an hour with Nick on five or six occasions, it still leaves time for a lot of other, more mundane, things.

I became quite comfortable walking around the suite completely naked and, even, standing on the balcony nude in public view in the harbors. I really doubt that anyone saw me clearly enough to matter, but it was exciting, anyway. I came to enjoy lying naked on the chaise on the balcony with Glenn fondling and stroking me, even giving me an orgasm with his fingers once or twice. 

Another variation on the balcony involved me giving rather than receiving. I had used my mouth on Nick's cock many times, but I was hesitant about doing so with Glenn for, to me, it seemed to be more intimate even than screwing. I know that for many people felatio, or cock sucking, is a relatively minor thing, but not so for me. I think that it seems more wanton, less natural, that regular sexual intercourse. It was something one should do only with someone very special, someone they loved. Still, one evening when we were lying there, both nude, I felt an urge to do something myself rather than just having something done to me. 

I had touched Glenn's cock before, but only when putting it into my cunt. Now, I was lying there being fondled and I watched, with fascination, as an erection began to take place. It went from its quiescent state to semi-hardness as I watched. I had seen it soft and hard, but never in the in-between process and I knew that I had been the cause of that change. Almost involuntarily, I reached my hand down and stroked the cock and cupped the soft balls, feeling them really come to life under my hand. The shaft lengthened and hardened as I stroked it and the balls tightened and pulled up as I lightly squeezed them. Glenn began to move against my hand and, without conscious planning, I slid down until my head rested on his stomach just above my working fingers.

I watched it come to full erection just a few inches form my eyes and suddenly decided, "I want to do this!" I slipped off of the chaise onto my knees and, taking the cock in my hand, I began licking and kissing the shaft. Finally, I took the big step and, opening my mouth wide, I took the head in. My left hand continued cupping and squeezing the balls as I slowly moved my lips down the shaft until I neared the base. The head went past my mouth a bit into my throat and then withdrew as I pulled back with a light sucking. I repeated the in-and-out process until I reached the base and I was taking it all in.

I began bobbing my head, taking the full length of the cock in quickly and slowly pulling back with light suction. At the same time, I was squeezing the balls with matching rhythm. As he began moving with me, my sucking went faster until it seemed that my mouth and throat we're being fucked. Glenn's needs took over and, instead of me controlling the in-out motion; I let him set the pace.

I could tell that the climax was approaching, but I never considered pulling back. I was very aroused myself and, instead of avoiding the ejaculation which I knew was coming, I welcomed it. I was still working on the balls, while letting my mouth be used and I was almost as excited as if I were being screwed rather giving pleasure. Finally, of course, the inevitable occurred. Glenn held himself firmly against my face and shot a stream of cum into my mouth. The head of his cock was in my throat as the first blast came in, but, fortunately, I was able to pull back enough to avoid gagging. I was able to swallow as several more streams shot into my mouth.

I swallowed what seemed to be an amazing amount of cum and it certainly was obvious that his age did not preclude a considerable amount of semen. I actually had a thought flash through my mind at that moment, "It's a damn good thing that I'm using my diaphragm. He is certainly virile." My main feeling at that point, however, was satisfaction and a very strong sense of intimacy with someone who by now was much more than a friend. My doing something so personal indicated a very deep affection, far more than a simple "shipboard affair!" As I said before, it was something I would do only with someone very special, someone I loved. Obviously, those requirements applied to Glenn but there was no problem. I realized that I did love Glenn, but I was in love with Nick - a difference of very great importance!

I repeated that experience several times as the cruise went on and, fortunately, Glenn was still sexually capable of having me in my cunt later that evening after a moderate amount of time to recover. It's funny, but I am an independent, self-confident woman, yet, as I said before, I like to feel that I've been "had" or "taken" in sex. Similarly, I, for some reason, like to be on my knees like a slave girl or concubine when sucking. I suppose we all have our physiological quirks, but I don't understand that one.



Delayed Honeymoon Pt. 04: Final



We arrived at Nassau at 7:00 AM (although I didn't see it that early), the last landfall of our cruise. We had all day before departure so there was no urgency to get started. Nick and I took a tour through Nassau, seeing the usual sights, Government House (pink), Parliament Square, Fort Fincastle, etc., but were not overly impressed. After the tour ended, I went shopping for a new dress for the last fancy dress night. Nick refused to rent the tux again, but I wanted something new, anyway. I found a very nice dress that I could use later at home and found some new lingerie of the type that wasn't available in our area until a few years later when Victoria's Secret opened.

We returned to the ship for lunch and then the three of us went on another tour to a private beach. We wanted one last chance to swim in warm water before returning to winter. We went in for a while and then began walking the water's edge, enjoying the sunshine and the warm air. Ahead of use saw a barrier and when we reached it, we saw a sigh reading, "Clothing optional past this point."

"Oops, I guess we turn back here," was my reaction, but both Glenn and Nick saw no need to do so. I insisted, "You two guys just want to see some naked women. Come on, let's go back." Nonetheless, we very shortly afterwards went past the barrier and approached a number of nude and partially nude people sitting and walking around. Frankly, the bodies, by and large, were far from pinup quality for women or male model types for men. We walked some distance and, while there occasionally was an attractive woman or girl, the average was very low.

After assaying the crowd, Nick finally observed, "You know, Judy is far better than any of that crowd."

Glenn promptly agreed, and then proposed something that never crossed my mind. "I think that Judy should undress and show what a good body looks like!"

"You are out of your mind! I have a hard time undressing in front of you two. How the hell would I ever take my clothes off in public? Not one chance in a million!"

We went on further a found an empty area, and Nick suggested, "There's no one here in the area. Wouldn't it feel good to swim nude in that warm water? You'll never likely to be able to that again. Come on, let's go in!"

"Sure, Judy, it would be fun."

I let myself be convinced and, in a few minutes, the three of us, all naked, ran into the water. It did feel wonderful - so free without the drag of clothes. As might be expected, the nudity led to some fondling and grabbing - and semi-hard cocks against me. We played around like that for a while but, finally, as the sex play became a bit more aggressive, I just said, "All right, you two, this is not the place! We can do that back at the ship, not on a public beach! We should be getting back, anyway." 

We left the water and dried off, but, as I started to put on my bikini pants, Nick stopped me. "Don't put your suit back on, Judy. Stay the way you are until we reach the barrier."

Glenn immediately seconded his suggestion, adding, "You're better than any of those people. Leave your suit off. You look lovely just like that!

I refused adamantly, but in my head I knew that I wanted to do it. I have no idea why for it ran directly counter to anything I had ever done before. Displaying or exposing myself was something that would absolutely horrify me. Yet, here I was, secretly wanting to do it. I continued to refuse, but giving way was inevitable - I let them talk me into doing what I wanted to do!

The whole thing was amazing. We walked back to the crowded area, the men wearing their trunks, me completely naked - and to, my total amazement, it wasn't even traumatic. I loved it! I actually slowed down several times and paused, looking out over the water. I spotted a pretty shell and bent over from the hips to pick it up, undoubtedly displaying some very private areas to my public. I certainly was being watched, admired actually, and I was in no hurry to lose my audience. In truth, my only embarrassment came from Nick and Glenn as they laughed afterwards and called me a flasher! Actually, they admitted that, while I was putting on my show, they were part of my admiring audience and that they were proud of me.

We got back to the barrier, and I very reluctantly put on my suit. I think that I could have enjoyed staying naked and walking back onto the ship that way, but reality, and Nick and Glenn, precluded that. As soon as we got back to the suite I stripped again and, turning toward them, I announced that I was going to have a shower and then have a nap. Nick, regretfully I could tell, said he would go down to the cave and shower and that he would see us later. I'm certain that my nap would come after a through fucking by Glenn - which is exactly what happened.

One of the real problems with using a diaphragm for birth control, in addition to its inconvenience when it's suddenly needed and it interrupts the mood, is the need to juggle its timing. Generally, it is inserted just before going to bed, but if there are likely to be multiple sex sessions, it's not as easy. The instructions require keeping it in for six hours or more after intercourse and, if it's used more than once during that time, additional spermicide should be put in the vagina. So, if the sex takes place at midnight, the diaphragm can be removed any time after 6:00 AM and washed and powdered. But if you get up at, say, 8:00 AM and there is to be morning sex, the diaphragm must be freshly prepared and reinserted. Putting a fresh shot of spermicide inside without removing the diaphragm can be done, but is not quite as safe - possibly, at least partly, explaining the failure rate of 5%. 

If additional intercourse is involved, as with an afternoon "date" with your husband, the whole process must be repeated. However, if that "date is say 11:00 AM, you have to balance the six hour timing, probably inserting more spermicide for additional protection and recalibrate the removal time. Then, of course, the diaphragm must be removed, washed and reinserted for the nighttime screwing! The point of all of this is that a woman cannot, on the spur of the moment, lie down and be screwed! The man is hot and ready, and, perhaps she is hot too, but she is forced to think of the possible risk of pregnancy if the rubber barrier is past its protection limit.

I will say that in that cruise I became highly efficient in inserting and removing that damn thing. I had always felt, well a bit squeamish - no, that's not the right word. Maybe just a bit funny placing my foot on the top of the tub, holding the lips open and putting my finger tip into my cunt as I worked the diaphragm into place. Somehow, the whole procedure just seemed wrong and, at first, embarrassing. Even with the pill, a woman must make sure she doesn't miss a pill day and she must carefully count the "off" days! Actually, most men have no idea of what is required to avoid being "knocked up"- and they don't really care! Just take care of it! Condoms (i.e. rubbers) are much easier, but they really disrupt the romantic flow, so we women do the work! In any case, after my experience with the pill, I am extremely careful to follow the rules for diaphragm protection, but I had never dreamed of a situation in which I had to balance the use of my birth control process with the amorous desires of two different men. No, to be honest, the amorous desires of two men and myself.

The point of all this is that I did have a problem when we got back from the beach in Nassau. As said above, I had a nap preceded by a quick sex session with Glenn with the diaphragm properly inserted. The complication came just before dinner when Nick strongly indicated that he had a real urge to have one of those periods when Glenn absented himself from the suite. Obviously, I did not want to deny my husband, who, of course, had had the same stimulation that Glenn had from seeing me walking around naked. Consequently, an hour or so after being screwed by Glenn, I was in the same bed doing the same thing with my husband! I don't know if having sex with Nick shortly after the depraved and immoral act of adulterous intercourse with Glenn fired me up, but I had an incredible orgasm. By the same ticket, I don't know if screwing his wife when he was certain that she had been freshly fucked by another man stimulated Nick, but his climax was equally terrific. That was wonderful, but I now had the problem of determining when the diaphragm could be removed, cleaned and reinserted for the nightly sex that I knew was coming!

In any case, dinner time came and, as we did most nights, ate at the buffet. We liked the company of the people in the dining room, but it was pleasant to sit with just the three of us at a table in the buffet area. As might be expected, the afternoon's actions were a prime topic of conversation - and teasing! Nick, I think, spoke for all of us when he said, "Damn, I wish that we had taken a camera with us! I know that you've always been so conservative in your dress and actions, yet, here you were, completely naked walking in front of...what?...several hundred people! I don't think that we have a single picture of you, other than a bathing suit, that shows anything! That would have been a great 'memory picture' that we could have looked at years from now. It would have been nice to have had at least one sexy picture from the cruise."

Glenn and I looked at each other, recalling the semi-pornographic pictures he had of me, but there was no way that I could show them to Nick. I simply promised, "If you want to take a 'cheesecake' picture in the suite, I guess that I could go that far. Maybe tomorrow night after 

dinner when I'm all dressed up."

"Oh, damn, that's another one of those dressy nights, isn't it? I am not going to rent that tux again, I told you that."

"No, you can just wear a sport coat and I have my new dress. They'll be dressy enough. Then we'll see about a picture or two afterwards."

Glenn spoke up with some enthusiasm, "That sounds like fun! I've used four rolls of film so far, but I'll get a new one for tomorrow! You bring yours and we'll turn her into a model." 

"Ok, I'll be a model - with reservations - tomorrow night. Now, let's go out, watch the sunset and enjoy the party!"

That evening, there was a big party, the one I was referring to, on the swim deck, marking what was the last warm evening of the cruise. We had two days "at sea" before docking in New York, but, as we went north we returned to January weather. We had had practically perfect summer-like weather since leaving Cape Canaveral, but we were back. We sailed from Nassau at 11:00 PM; it was beautiful watching from the deck, leaving us alone on the ocean as the city lights receded into the distance. It was a sort of a bittersweet moment because it was a clear sign that our cruise was nearing its end and yet, going home had a real appeal too. Nick and I were alone as Glenn was somewhere talking to some of the surprisingly large group of admirers who had attended his lectures - the educational aspects of this cruise wasn't quite the empty facade that we had assumed it to be!

We were standing together on the rail, his arm around me, just silently watching the last lights of Nassau fade behind us. Finally, he asked, "What are you thinking? You're very quiet."

"Not very much at all, actually. I've got mixed emotions about leaving Nassau - not Nassau, itself, but, I guess, the end of the cruise. Obviously, it hasn't been exactly what we expected, to put it mildly, but it's been an experience that I never dreamed of - thanks to you! You've been absolutely unbelievable! We really can't talk about all of that now, but I'm sure we will when we get home."

"You've got that right!" 

"You're going to tease me about this forever, aren't you?"

"You've got that right, too! If nothing else, I can think of dozens of 'innocent' comments I can make at a party that only you will understand, and I'll love to see your guilty blush. For example, 'Oh, the bed was very comfortable, wasn't it Judy?' Won't that be fun?'"

My response was to pull away and send a punch into his arm, my standard response to the teasing that was such a major part of our relationship. "Damn it, I'll kill you! You're as bad as Shylock; you want your pound of flesh! Well, I love you anyway!" I paused for thirty seconds or so, and continued, "You know, I feel a bit guilty because I haven't really missed the girls! Oh, I sent cards from each stop, but I just haven't missed them or anything else at home!"

"Well, you've been busy! Oh wait," he broke off as I prepared to punch him again. "Hold on, I'm serious. This has been a very different experience for you! Just think of yesterday, walking naked down a public beach! Good god, you've had an overload of experiences that would crowd anything, even children and," laughing, "husbands out of your mind. You're going to take a month to come down, particularly if you do go back to school.

That last comment was the result of a number of conversations throughout the week - actually the last six or seven days. From the description I've made of my relationship with Glenn, it would appear that all we did when alone was jump into bed and fuck when we weren't doing sexy things on the chaise. Actually, that was pretty accurate through day four or five, but by then, the "newest new" had worn off and we were a bit freer from our hormones. After that, we could lie together on the chaise and talk quietly. Even more significance in terms of real intimacy, we could relax together after intercourse and engage in "pillow talk," something that is rare in lovers who have to hide their adulterous rendezvous. It was in those quiet, even loving, moments when I learned of his catastrophic history with his wife. 

Of more importance relating to Nick's comment, I was able to confess to just how devastated I was by the enforced end of my academic career. Something that I had tried to hide, even from myself, came to light. That was my burning desire to become something more than a mother and housewife. Those things were fulfilling in their own way, but I just felt thwarted in my longtime goal of getting a PhD and becoming a college professor.

When that desire was finally recognized and accepted (by me), Glenn and I began serious conversations about reality. To my surprise, he seemed to see no insurmountable obstacles as far as the graduate school or the department was concerned. He made me feel very good - and gave a real boost to my self-confidence - when he said that he had always considered me one of their best students and prospects. The idea of returning to school moved to discussions around the lunch and dining tables. Happily, Nick was on board immediately now that the girls were older. Consequently, with my lover (I guess that is what he was) and husband concurring, it appeared that my sunken academic career was afloat again.

So, here I was, leaning on the rail of a cruise ship, regretting the end of a very eventful and exciting trip, but looking forward to seeing my daughters and restarting a difficult, but much desired, career. All those things were running through my conflicted mind as I hugged Nick and said, "I guess you're right. I've done things that even now I can hardly believe. Actually, I really wish that we did have some pictures so that I could have visual proof to make it real when, down the road, my mind will say, 'I couldn't have done that! Or, I couldn't have shown that! I couldn't have stood in that room naked in front of you and Glenn!' Of course, I don't know that I would even believe a picture! Well, we'll take a few and see - if I'm not too embarrassed!"

Glenn joined us a few minutes later and we went through the line at the buffet table and really enjoyed an hour under the moon, dining al fresco in January! We wouldn't ever do that again unless we were well south of our normal environs. It really was fun and a nice end to a lovely, and very erotic, day. As might be expected, both men found occasions to bring up my amazing beach performance. I blushed do hard and so often, that the people around us must have thought that we had a red light on the table. It was fun!

The food was gone and the party was breaking up about midnight so we headed home (which I was instinctively calling the suite by then). It had been a long and busy day, and as he was leaving us and I kissed him goodnight, Nick said, "Look, honey, it's late and you've had quite a day. Why don't you stay in bed longer tomorrow morning? I'll go up and have breakfast and you come up when you're ready." He winked and squeezed my arm as he said it.

I couldn't believe it as I heard myself reply, "I'll see, Nick. It'll depend on when we wake up." I put emphasis on the "we." We shared conspiratorial grins as he left. I was getting brazen!

I probably should put in as "aside" here about Nick and his acceptance, even participation, in all of this. If this were to be read by most men, I am sure that I would, at least figuratively, hear their eyeballs rolling as they scorned the idea that any husband would stand idly by as his nude wife prepared to go to bed with another man. Well, I have no doubt that some men would do so in these circumstances because I knew one who did - Nick. It was a unique situation where I literally had nowhere else to sleep - I slept there or we left the ship, which neither of us wanted. The man involved was, we thought, sixty-five to seventy and likely uninterested in sex or impotent, or both. That he turned out to be sixty-one and quite virile was unexpected. Even if he had known that, I doubt that Nick would have changed his mind about the situation.

Probably, since the beginning of history, when caught by his wife (or mate) a philanderer would protest her accusations by insisting, "Why, dear, it was just sex! It has nothing to do with us!" Men seem to differ from women in that they do separate love from sex - but rarely apply that separation when it comes to their own wives. Nick differed from most men that he did, in fact, apply that belief to me, his wife - any sex that I had with Glenn would be "just sex," not an emotional commitment that would threaten him or our marriage. Glenn was no threat to him or us. 

In addition, he really liked Glenn as a person, and they quickly became friends, even bonding together like frat boys, outdoing each other in urging me to do more things - go into the water nude, walk down the beach naked, etc. - and then teasing me when I did it. It actually as if there were the three of us together with no separation from friend, husband and wife. 

However, before I leave this, I should admit that afterwards, back home, Nick did, reluctantly, admit that he wasn't always as cheerful and untroubled as he appeared, particularly when he kissed me good night and knew that I would be in bed with Glenn before he got to the "cave." He was determined to show no negative reaction that would worry me or make me feel guilty. He even confessed that he was a bit hurt a few times when I seemed almost too comfortable with the situation. Still, his suggestion that I "sleep late" showed that he wanted me to enjoy my freedom. We did have those long discussions about my sex with Glenn after we got home, and he never wavered from his approval of what I had done or his happiness that I had such a wonderful experience. I know him too well to call him a saint, but I'll never be able to sufficiently express my gratitude for his sacrifice.

In any case, it had been a long and busy day, but it was far from over. Despite having a short but satisfactory sexual encounter after returning "home" from the beach, both Glenn and I were extraordinarily hot when we were alone after the party. I honestly don't know whether this was the residual arousal left over from my performance in the afternoon or, and I think more likely, was it the result of the sudden realization that something very important was coming to an end. Oh, of course we had known the schedule, but knowing and actually realizing are two different things. From a distant date on the cruise calendar to knowing that are only two more days left was a major mental jump.




Delayed Honeymoon Pt. 04: Final



As soon as we were alone, I went into the bathroom and removed my diaphragm, washed it and put it back in. It's interesting that I did so without even thinking. Here I was, putting my birth control protection in with no other purpose but to have adulterous sex with another man and I not only had no qualms about it - I never even considered it! How I had changed in just a few days! 

I came out of the bathroom naked and ready and found Glenn in the same mood. In a very short time I was on my back with my legs up and spread. There was no real foreplay as he drove his cock into my open, waiting cunt and began thrusting into me. I was hot and ready and met every inward plunge with a surge upward toward him. It was very much like the first time that Glenn fucked me - no real rhythm, just two people so hot that all they had on their minds was building to climax. As I said before, we had gotten past that urgent, un-rhythmic screwing to a more controlled, affectionate sexual intercourse the last few days, but it was back. Of course, we were too far gone to have it last long and we both went off at virtually the same time as he ejaculated vigorously into me.

We both just collapsed, with him slumping down on me as we tried to get our breaths. It unquestionably was one of the most explosive orgasms of my life. At last, Glenn recovered enough to roll off and lay beside me. At that point, the affection that we had developed between us reappeared and we lay there with his arm around me. We began kissing as he caressed me, fondling my breasts and ruffling my pussy hair. It felt wonderful - very intimate, very loving. We talked quietly about a number of things, e.g. how our relationship had become important to both of us, how we couldn't believe that a few days ago we hadn't seen each other in years and here we were in bed together, etc. There, also, were questions that we couldn't answer, most critically, what, if anything, would happen between us when we got home? What, indeed did we want to have happen? It was quiet, peaceful and loving, and it was hard to believe that we had been intimate for only a week. But, there were questions to be answered.

The following morning we were late for breakfast, but it wasn't because we slept late. We did all of the regular bathroom requirements (including the inevitable diaphragm thing), but went back to bed for a longer, less frenetic bout of intercourse. I had a very funny feeling when we finally met Nick and had breakfast. I was all too aware of what we had just done and of the flood of semen that I knew was seeping out of my cunt to be absorbed in my panties. It wasn't guilt as I would have expected in the past, but actually a feeling of having done something wicked - and enjoying it. Why on earth would I think of my panties getting wet and actually feel smug about it as I talked to my husband? I was shocked at myself, but the feeling of sinful depravity was certainly real. It had nothing to do with Nick: it was just the perverse pleasure of doing something really "naughty," something totally dissolute. I was sitting there in the buffet, surrounded by people, almost wishing that I had a large red A on my forehead so I could shock them - amazing! It undoubtedly was the most depraved feeling I ever had had, and I loved it!

When we walked out on the deck later, it was all too evident that we had moved north. It wasn't New England-New York cold yet but it certainly no longer was the Caribbean or the Bahamas any more. We went back inside and stayed there. We listened to a group playing old songs, wasted a little money in the casino, had lunch, sat in a hot tub for a while and then I got my hair done. A quiet day but a fun one, ending with the last fancy dress dinner. Actually, we weren't really fancy: instead of a lovely cocktail dress I had a beautiful (I thought) light summery dress with large, modern design print flowers on a white background. Nick, of course, was not "fancy." This time, I did not lift my skirt to Glenn before we left.

There was a nice turnout of well-dressed people, particularly the women, of course, but I was happy with my little dress. Glenn joined us for a stage show afterwards, followed by a fabulous presentation of fancy deserts. Finally, we left the crowd and headed "home." 

We walked into the suite and, after brushing my hair and redoing my makeup, I turned to the men and said, "Ok, you wanted a model to remind you of some of our cruise activities. Here I am. Get your cameras out."

Very shortly afterwards, both men were ready. Nick had brought his camera up earlier, and both cameras were loaded, Glenn's with slide-type Ektachrome film and Nick's with Kodacolor for prints. They really were ready. The first several pictures of me were in various innocuous poses to show my new dress - these were for me because I felt so good in that dress. We then proceeded to the modeling session they were interested in.

First, I grasped the hem of my dress and slowly pulled it above my hose tops. As the cameras flashed, I pulled it the rest of the way revealing the Victoria's Secret-type panties. Extremely brief with lacy trim, they were virtually transparent. They framed my pussy hair, making every curl a part of an extremely feminine display. The reaction was all I could have desired with both my husband and lover obviously aroused. I followed that teasing performance by removing my dress completely and exposing the whole ensemble. The bra, of course, was matching and it did more to emphasize my breasts - my tits - than if they were bare. Somehow the lace and transparent material focused the eye on my nipples - which, of course, were hard as rocks.

By that time, there were three very excited people in that room. They wanted to see and photograph everything and I was willing to show it! The cameras flashed almost continually as I proceeded with the strip-tease, first my bra and, finally, my panties - and I was naked save for my garter belt and hose. There was absolutely no embarrassment. I walked around the room, bent over and even permitted open-leg shots that left absolutely nothing hidden. I was wildly excited and completely without my normal moral censor. I didn't care who directed me or who touched me to get me into the proper pose. There evidently was a great deal of manual, hands-on direction needed, especially involving my tits. Nothing bothered me then, but, long after, back at home, I certainly was embarrassed. I shuttered when I saw myself with my cunt graphically displayed. There were several very questionable shots of me on the bed. Even worse were two pictures when I was bent over from the hips, legs wide spread and, from the rear, both my cunt and asshole were pornographically exposed in crystal-clear magnificence.

Seeing those pictures by themselves would lead someone to assume that an orgy of sex was inevitable, but that was not the case. The simple truth was that despite the graphic nature of the pictures and the "inadvertent" touching, it was all surprisingly innocent. There was no blatant groping, no lewd or lascivious suggestions or propositions - just a lot of very sexy fun. They even worked together, urging me onward to more and more revealing, even lewd, pictures. They egged each other, and me, on and on, but that he was the husband and I was the wife never came into the equation. Now, that is not to say that there not a lot of sexual heat in the room. The men sported very obvious erection through their pants and, while my arousal was less conspicuous, my cunt was very wet.

Finally, we just ran down because we didn't know what to do next. In a different situation a wild threesome might have developed, but such action simply was not possible for us. We already were far beyond our normal standards and there were lines we never thought of crossing. The real problem was how to break it up. Obviously, Nick and Glenn both wanted sex with me and, ridiculous as it may seem, I wanted sex with each of them - separately. Finally, Glenn broke the stalemate by saying, with a wink to me, that he had to go to the bathroom, thus providing Nick and me time alone. Obviously, we couldn't go to bed, but we settled for me sucking his very aroused cock.

He dropped his pants and shorts in anticipation and I knelt down and took it in my mouth. I began the usual stroking and sucking, but he was too aroused for any gradual buildup. He grasped my head with both hands and began what only could be called a fucking of my face. His cock was extremely hard and, almost immediately it went in the whole way, actually gagging me a bit as it went into my throat. I was able to handle it with no real trouble though and, very shortly, he exploded filling my mouth with cum. I really felt that I was being fucked as he ground his pelvis against my face, trying to get the last degree of pleasure out of his climax. Finally, he pulled out as I lightly sucked his shrinking cock.

I got up and hugged him hard, pressing my head against his shoulder and whispered, "I'm sorry, but there's nothing more we can do. I'll make it up to you, honey, maybe tomorrow." It was an extraordinary situation - I was standing there nude except for my garter belt and hose and was sending my husband away so my lover could have me. He was leaving his wife naked to sleep with a very aroused man who was certainly going to fuck her as soon as they were alone. You talk about your unique situations! 

Still, despite his obvious regrets, he replied, "It's ok, honey. We'll make up for it later. You were beautiful tonight!" Then as he was going out of the door he added with a wistful grin, "Have fun." I never asked him what he was thinking about as he left the suite and went to his cave but I'm sure that he had seriously conflicting emotions. He confessed later that that was one of the times that was most difficult. In any case, I kissed him very hard and said good night, feeling guilty, but looking forward to what was coming next.

As he heard the door shut, Glenn came out of the bathroom and grabbed me, repeating what Nick had just said, "You looked beautiful tonight!" He had already removed his clothes and, with his arm around me, headed for the bed. However, with an impulse I couldn't ignore, I dropped to my knees again and took his rigid cock into my mouth. I had just sucked my husband and now, a few minutes later, I was sucking my lover! Ungodly perverse and wanton, and an act that would have totally repelled me under any other circumstances, it was just something I was driven to do.

However, Glenn wanted his cock in another part of my body and, shortly thereafter, it was buried in my cunt. Actually, I would almost expected the two of us to erupt into the 

frantic and chaotic fucking of last night, particularly with the excitement of the evening, but, instead, we fell into the very measured intercourse that we had moved into for the last few says. It was, in fact, more satisfying as we moved together, working together, enjoying the increasing intensity as our arousal grew. As the mutual climax approached, we continued the joint drive to orgasm. We did go off almost at the same moment, holding ourselves together as his cum jetted into me and I ground my clit against his pubic bone. It was an unbelievable release for both of us as we fell apart, depleted.

There was some quiet pillow talk afterwards, but mostly we just lay together, satisfied. I cleaned up a bit and returned to bed where we slept soundly until morning. A very, very pleasant end to a very nice day.

The following morning I woke up completely naked with an equally naked man beside me and I simply accepted both as normal. That, in a nutshell, is what had changed in me in a little over a week. I don't remember any time in my adult that I had slept nude, and as far as finding a man, who was not my husband, in bed with me, I would have jumped up screaming. Yet, here I was and my only reaction was to cuddle up closer to that man as my stirring around wakened him.

Both Glenn and I made the necessary bathroom trips and returned to bed. For the first time, neither of us was really interested in starting the day with sex. Part of the reason probably that we were both "sexed out" after last night, but I think that the real problem was the realization that this was the last day of the cruise and, as a result, everything was about to change. We lay there, my head on his shoulder, quietly talking as he ran his hand familiarly over my breasts. It was very comfortable relationship, both physically and mentally - and it was about to change dramatically as the cruise ended, but we didn't know how.

We finally got up, dressed and met Nick for breakfast. We were all rather quiet at first, but our moods lightened considerably as we talked. I think that a letdown is inevitable when a happy, eventful event, such as a cruise, is ending, but that sense of loss can be eased if it will be replaced with something else - like going home. So, despite our sadness at the cruise ending, we each had good reason to look forward what would come next. Nick was eager to get back to a couple of cases he was handling, but, most of all, he would have his wife back full time. Glenn was involved in some important research that he wanted to get back to, as well as the opening of a new semester. As for me - well, I was probably the most conflicted. The most shocking and totally unexpected relationship of my life was ending and it was hard to get past that. On the other hand, while I certainly was eager to see my girls, the thing I was most excited about was the restarting of my academic career. 

We began to discuss and concentrate on what was waiting for us, and, as I said, our moods lightened as our gloomy feeling of "it's over" dissipated. So, we determined to make the best of our last day and enjoy ourselves - which we did, culminating in a big bash of a goodbye party that evening. However, there was one duty that took precedent over fun and that was packing the suitcases to go home - which was depressing. Actually, that points up one of the truths about cruise trips - you don't get twelve days in a twelve-day cruise! The first day is check in with, at best, a half day. The eleventh day really is partially a "get ready to disembark" day because the packing is required so the crew can have the suitcases. The twelfth day is one on which you get up early, depart from your cabin at breakfast time and get off the ship in the morning so that the next horde can get on board in the afternoon. Still, the whole thing is a wonderful experience. 

Late that evening, the three of us were sitting in the suite, which no longer was "home." The suitcases were opened on the bed waiting for the very last things to go in. All that was to be left out were the clothes that were going to be worn home, and the closed, locked and identified suitcases were to be left outside the door to be gathered up by the crew overnight. I came out of the bathroom carrying the clothes I had worn that day. For the first time since the second of third day, I was wearing my nightgown - nipples and hair showing through, but I had been naked in front of the men so often that it hardly seemed to matter. Placing the clothes in my suitcase and closing it, I said, "That's it. I'm ready to go home."

Of course, that wasn't quite the end of the day. Nick left to finish his packing leaving me and Glenn alone for the last time. We rolled the suitcases out into the hall and went to bed - without my nightgown! Unlike that morning, we were both ready for sex, but we did not leap into intercourse immediately as we frequently had done. It was almost if we wanted to prolong the last night together. Glenn fondled my breasts while we kissed fervently. He used his tongue on my cunt and his lips and tongue on my clit. He even spent time on licking and fingering my asshole. He built me up until I was on the verge of orgasm - or maybe I did go off. I reciprocated by moving down and playing with both his cock and balls, and sucking the cock before he mounted and penetrated me.

It was, at first, a pleasant, slow fucking as we both savored the sense of being together, not rushing to completion. Of course, the slow, unhurried in-and-out motion gradually speeded up as real passion replaced our quiet enjoyment of the process. Ultimately, he was battering my cunt as his cock plunged in and out, matched by my surging up against him. As the passion grew, he went from the straight thrusting in to a sort of twisting, driving motion as if he were trying to get in deeper than was possible. I was squirming upward with the same desire, to get his cock further into me than it could go. When the end came and he held rigidly against my upheld cunt, I could feel the hot flood of cum spurting from his cock, triggering my own orgasm.

It was almost too much. We both were completely drained and were gasping for breath as Glenn slumped down on me between my splayed legs. Neither of us moved nor even spoke for over a minute as we recovered and really came back into our senses. I've had tremendous orgasms with Nick and certainly had done so with Glenn, but that may have been one without equal. It certainly was a sensational finale for my own unexpected "delayed honeymoon."

On the following morning, our twelfth day, we were awake at 6:30, off to breakfast by 7:00 so that we could, as required, vacate the suite by 8:00. We left with our carry-on stuff and waited in the designated areas until it was our turn to seek our luggage in a gigantic holding room. We were now, ourselves, excess baggage to be removed so that the cleaning crew could do their job. In any case, by 10:30 our bus - "limousine" - was loaded and we were on the way home. Already, the cruise became more unreal, a dream-like memory from the past.

As we drove along, and I thought of my experiences in the last twelve days I was incredulous. While living them, I had never stopped and weighed those experiences as a whole and just how unlikely they all were. I have an excellent memory and each incredible day was recorded in my mind, but I knew that in a short time, everything would blend together into an unbelievable fantasy. I determined to record those memories before that happened and, happily, I did just that, making this account possible. A "delayed honeymoon" that started as the "Cruise from Hell" turned into a fabulous experience with indelible memories and that changed my life completely.

Epilogue

We arrived home to a very happy reunion and delivered a much censored description of our experiences. Two days later I was sitting in the office of the graduate school dean and, with Glenn's enthusiastic support, my reenrollment as a master's degree candidate was accepted. I was absolutely thrilled and was finally back on the road that I had dreamed of. However, one week later, I was in Glenn's office announcing, "I'm pregnant!" There was no doubt, of course, as to who had "knocked me up," and, needless to say, he was shocked and apprehensive about the repercussions. I, a bit embarrassed, confessed my rather devious ruse that convinced Nick that he had impregnated me. There was guilt on both sides, but he accepted, with relief, I'm sure, that it would be best all-around to not "rock the boat."

Nick was thrilled and, when in September, after an easy pregnancy this time, a baby boy was born, he was ecstatic. That birth is really what caused me to write this opus, because next week Nicholas Glenn Aykes will be twenty-one years old. Nick has been a very proud and dedicated father and Glenn was a very devoted godfather. We couldn't have been happier all these years and all due to me carelessly forgetting to use protection, my diaphragm, on one night of the cruise. Ironically, all those permutations I went through, all those insertions, removals and reinsertions of the diaphragm that I described above were wasted - I was already pregnant! The birth control that I worked so hard on was already too late!




Delayed Honeymoon Pt. 04: Final



The obvious question for me is, "Doesn't that lie and all the years since make you feel guilty about deceiving your husband?" The answer is, "Hell, yes." For years my conscience bothered me. That lie weighed heavy on me, if for no other reason than that it was the only time that I have been dishonest in our whole marriage. Many a time I was tempted to remove that weight, confess to my deceitfulness, but I never did. I was forced to face the fact that if I cleared my conscience, I might feel better, but Nick would have been devastated. Maybe I'm rationalizing, but I think that if he loved me enough to give me freedom on the ship to have that wonderful experience, I should give him the happiness with his son by accepting the weight of a guilty conscience. This is why this essay will be kept private until the secret no longer matters.

In other things, with Nick's approval, and a lot of teasing, I continued my affair with Glenn for some years, even if, inevitably, our sexual activities were eventually limited by age. I don't know how, exactly, to describe our relationship - not really a love affair. Probably the best description, in modern parlance, would be to say that he was a very close dear friend with privileges. Unfortunately, he passed away peacefully several years ago so he will not see his godson's twenty-first birthday, but he was a significant part of his formative years. More important, he did see his prize student, me, receive her PhD and, as I stood on the platform with tears of happiness in my eyes, he was the one who put my PhD hood on my shoulders. I loved him to the end as a very, very dear friend, lover and mentor. I still miss him.

So, to end all this, I have to say that "The Cruise from Hell" was really the "delayed honeymoon" of dreams, and could not have turned out better!



Delayed on the Underground



It was a gloriously hot sunny day, the kind of day that makes everyone feel good. She was wearing a skimpy summer dress thin spaghetti straps, long and flowing with buttons all the way down. As she left the office she undid the top and bottom buttons knowing that she would be revealing some of her thigh and breasts didn’t bother her she immediately felt fresher, happier and sexy.

The tube journey to the park was uncomfortable, there were all kinds of delays, people crammed in like sardines. This is such an inhumane way to travel she thought to herself. As she glanced around the carriage, trying not to look anyone in the eye, she noticed a tall guy with short-cropped grey hair. More salt, than salt and pepper. Through the gaps in bodies, she could see he was in good shape. As she was eyeing him up and down she was suddenly aware that he was watching her. She quickly averted her eyes from him. Oh, god, was she blushing? Had he really caught her admiring him? At the next stop, more people got on and the train became even more crowded, she lost sight of him. Her head was stuck under someone’s armpit. Whew. What a whiff of body odour. Being short on the underground was a definite disadvantage. As the train jolted along, she was being pushed from side to side. She could barely reach the handrails and was losing her balance. She fell back; a sturdy hand held her up. Without really turning around fully she muttered a thank you under her breath. 

The train continued it’s slow, laborious journey. Bit by bit, she became aware that the hand that had steadied her, was still lingering on her lower back. Gently touching her. She drew in a lengthy deep breath. Her first instinct was to turn around or move away. Instead she found herself holding still. Then she felt warm breath blowing from the top of her head and down her back. Should she turn around? The thought was stirring her passions. She rolled her head to the side, again, breathing on her neck, her eyes closed. Whoever was doing it, knew he was doing the right thing. The hand moved slightly, smoothly rubbing. She was being turned on. Again, the sensible thought to move away entered her mind. 

“All passengers for Hyde Park should alight here.” 

Damn, this was her stop, she would have to get off now. The doors opened, she reluctantly pushed her way through the crowds. As the train pulled off, she tried to look round to see who it was, hundreds of blank faces were all she could see! 

With a hop, skip and jump in her stride she continued on. Exiting the station, she felt she was being followed, was someone there? Was it the same person? She could see no one. 

Once inside the park, she found a stretch of grass to settle down on. She spread out her blanket and lay down. She unbuttoned more buttons and pulled her straps down. Some girls were topless; she wished she could join them. 

With her skirt hitched up high, enjoying the warm glow from the sun, she people watched for a while. Then stretching back, to reach her book, the top of her dress fell down showing her already slightly tanned boobs. She looked around; those eyes were on her again. She saw nobody in particular. Before lifting her dress back, she lightly brushed her nipple. It was as if she were taunting him, or daring whoever it was to come closer. She pulled her skirt even higher and her dress lower. She lay back and started reading her book. She lifted her knees up and tucked her skirt underneath her. Was she paranoid? Or was someone watching her? She opened her legs slightly, wondering why she was feeling so sexual. She unbuttoned another button and pulled the top of her dress open, her nipples were barely covered. Pretending to read, she was looking around for someone, she didn’t know whom. Then she rolled over onto her front, her dress fell down completely. To anyone coming towards her, they would see her full breasts. There was no one. She put one arm under her and nonchalantly caressed herself. God that felt good.

With the sun beating down she soon drifted off and in a dreamy hazeshe found herself back on the tube.The carriage was deserted. She was the only person. She crossed her legs, noticing that she hadn’t buttoned up properly, as she was about to, there was an announcement. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, apologies for the delay but there is a train broken down on the line at the next station.”

Damn. It was stifling hot. She stood to look down the other carriages. Not a soul in sight, how bizarre. 

The lights suddenly flickered and went dim. Even though she knew it was temporary she felt frightened. She didn’t like the dark at the best of times. As she was convincing herself she would be OK a carriage door opened. In the dim light, she thought it could be the grey haired guy from earlier. She couldn’t be sure. He sauntered towards her. It was him, instantly, she knew he had followed her into the park. He stopped right in front of her.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, but I thought there was no point being in that dark carriage by myself. Mind if I join you?” 

She looked in to his eyes, he had that cheeky glint she had noticed earlier.

“No, it’s fine. I’m scared of the dark”. 

He stepped forward invading her personal space. His crotch was at eye level. She couldn’t avert her eyes. He put his hand on the back of her head 

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here,” at the same time, he drew her in to him. Her head was resting on him. He rubbed her head so gently. It was definitely the same guy. She knew it!! As she leant against his thighs, she felt a rousing in his groin. She responded by stroking and fondling his behind and inner thigh. His erection was getting harder. Through his trousers she felt him. He was so firm. He had both hands on her head and shoulders, nudging her head more and more into his groin. Before she knew what she was doing, or had time to reflect, she had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. He was commando. Good, less to deal with. She held the base of his shaft and licked the top of his penis, circling the head with her tongue she flicked it. 

All the time taking in more and more of him. She knew it was exciting him. He was thrusting himself in to her, deeper and deeper. 

She felt his balls, they were ready to explode. She juggled them in her hand, she was now using her other hand to masturbate him. She wanted the satisfaction of bringing him to cum, but at the same time, she was enjoying giving him such pleasure. 

“I’m gonna cum” She slowed the pace, teasing and taunting him. 

Another announcement. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we should have power back in a minute and be on our way” At the same time the lights came on – he shot his cum into her mouth. The train pulled into the next station and he disappeared. 

When the realisation of what she had just done hit her she couldn’t believe it. It was the type of thing that fantasys are made of, the stuff that you find in books or see in movies. She couldn’t get over how much it had turned her on. She had just given a blow job to a complete and utter stranger, and loved every second of it.

She was still in the carriage alone as it pulled out of the station and her thoughts would not leave what had just happened. She had been totally selfless in her actions taking him to ejaculation and swallowing the warm salty come without a thought for herself. The only sad thing about that was that she felt so horny now that she thought she was going to burst. She suddenly remembered that she was alone. This recognition was all the encouragement she needed to start thinking about doing something about her pent up emotions.

She stood up quickly and walked to the end of the carriage looking through the window without trying to raise suspicion. The carriage next door was empty also.

She then checked the carriage at the opposite end and it appeared only to be occupied by 1 person, all she could see was a pair of jeans sticking into the aisle and a newspaper, no idea if they were male or female but still there was only 1 other person on these 3 carriages. She decided to sit at the end with the empty carriage to carry out her plan. 

Quickly moving back to the other end she sat down facing the empty carriage so she could see anyone getting on. God she was hornier now than she had been for weeks. Whatever had possessed her before? She would never know. As she again re-played in her mind how he had gradually grown harder in her hands and mouth, how he had rhythmically started slowly pumping in and out, involuntarily as she brought him towards his inevitable climax. As she remembered she closed her eyes and allowed her hand to drift casually over her breasts, feeling the rock hard nipples through the smooth cotton of her dress, she lingered and tweaked her left nipple hard, this sent an involuntary shudder through her aroused body and with her other hand she quickly felt for the warm area between her legs, her slit needed some immediate attention and she felt that if she wanted too she could come at her first touch, however she was determined to enjoy this erotic experience, made all the more horny by being in a very public place. 

She rubbed over the outside of the front of her thong gradually working her way to the moistness that lay below, her deft fingers caressing the bits that she knew best, her own erogenous zones that no-one could ever find like she could. Her pants were soaking wet through and if she didn’t know better she could have thought that she had peed herself. She pulled the cotton aside and very slowly rubbed her middle finger up and down the slit, as she approached her clitoris she wanted to grab it between 2 fingers and rub it furiously, but she wouldn’t allow herself that pleasure just yet.

She gradually lifted her legs on to the wall in front and parted her thighs, revealing a very horny pussy to anyone that could see, of course she knew that nobody could but that didn’t matter now, as she parted her thighs she slipped a finger into her pussy and pushed it all the way to the hilt. As soon as she reached the finger end she withdrew it almost completely and then plunged it back in again. The feeling was fantastic her senses were screaming and she was becoming completely oblivious to her surroundings, her body was demanding more from her and everything was centred around that 1 area..She ripped at her nipples through her dress 1 at a time pulling them so hard that she thought she was going to pull them off.

Her pussy was now being invaded by 2 fingers, in and out, again and again.

All of a sudden the tannoy cut in,

“Ladies and Gentlemen, apologies once again but unfortunately we are experiencing e further delays ahead and we will be stopped for just a few moments.”

Oh god she couldn’t believe her ears this was great news for her plan, she knew she was completely alone and couldn’t then be disturbed.

She smiled devilishly and as the train drew to a halt and the lights dimmed she reached for her bag and pulled out the Banana that she had discarded for lunch.

The lights in the carriage were restricted to 1 emergency light per carriage, outside the windows it was pitch black and she could only just make out her hand holding the banana. She enclosed the fruit in her hand and imagined it was the grey haired guys cock. It was about an inch or so longer and about the same thickness but she had no trouble imagining. She quickly stood and removed her thong. Returning to her original position with her legs spread eagled and propped against the wall she slowly 

Moved the false cock towards her eager pussy. As she touched she shuddered, she was so close to cumming that she would have to stop a second.

Her mind was racing and she could imagine the grey haired guy lying between her legs his cock ready to enter her, slowly pushing his weight forward easing himself in

Her pussy was pulsing trying to drag his cock in wanting every inch inside her, slowly she was filled and as he reached his hilt he stopped. God that felt good her muscles clenched gripping the cock tightly, playing with it and pleasuring herself beyond belief. The Banana was buried inside her, another inch and the whole thing would have disappeared, she pulled slowly, the sensations were every bit as good on its way out as on its way in, when it was just about to slip out she stopped , just leaving the tip inside, All the time she imagined that it was the real cock and she gripped the guys hair in her fingers almost pulling it from his head. He held the cock there and then again slowly started pushing forward getting faster and more urgent as his length slid in, 

She whispered in his ear “ Fuck me….come on…Fuck me!”

He pulled back swiftly and then rammed home again and again pushing right to the hilt every time grinding her clitty as he ground into her sending her into an unbelievable sexual frenzy. Her orgasm was fast approaching her feet were kicking and banging on the wall of the carriage as she craved the release. The banana was in, out, in, out and then rammed home as she tugged at her clitty with her other hand and screamed with the intensity and ferocity of the orgasm, Her fingers and thumbs joined the banana playing with her clitty and pussy lips, as the orgasm subsided she realised that she had moved on to the floor and that unbeknown to her the lights were back on .

She quickly looked round and saw someone stood in the other carriage staring through the window, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

It was him, the salt and pepper man, he’d obviously jumped off and got straight back on in the next carriage.

How much had he seen, she didn’t care, after what she had done earlier to him he would have been more than happy.

She picked up her bag straightened her dress and as she was walking towards his carriage, smiling she peeled the Banana and seductively bit off the end.

The noise of a motor shook her back into reality. As she woke she realised that the Park Gardner was staring unashamedly at her naked breasts as he mowed the lawns.

She smiled wickedly as she remembered her dream.

But that’s another story…………..



Delayed Reaction



Picture the scene. Son is at work - 10 until 3pm Daughter is at audition 10 until 4pm 

we have the house to ourselves ... 

We are downstairs, Master is reading the posts on the computer, and I am sitting by his side. After a while he starts to tease me. I am getting really ready for some play. He tells me that he wants me naked - I strip as quickly as possible. He plays a little more. He says that I should go up to bed. 

I walk as calmly as I am able to, quickly put my wrist and ankle cuffs on and wait, play collar in hand, for him to join me. The collar is place round my neck and he allows me to undress him. He draws me to my feet and pulls me to him. He begins to spank me and soon I am whimpering in need. He turns me and pushes me down to the bed so I am bent over ... the spanking continues, getting firmer, harder, and more urgent. I can feel my excitement rising … and when he checks my pussy ... he knows just how ready I am ... He reaches for the flogger and lifts it high ...... 

The phone rings 

He beckons to me to answer it, which I do, trying hard to clear my throat. My daughter’s audition is over much earlier than expected and could we collect her please? 

I could have sobbed.

Master kept me 'topped up' and on edge for the remainder of the afternoon. I do not wear panties in His presence (if truth be told ... I don't like wearing them at all now) and He had me stand next to him so he could play with me at various times all afternoon and evening. 

Ten o'clock was slow in coming round ... when it finally arrived, I asked if I may go to bed ... and it seemed a long wait before He fixed me with his gaze and nodded His consent. 

I went and prepared the room. Then I put my ankle and wrist cuffs on. Then I wrote my journal entry for the day. Then I waited ... and waited ... and grew wetter with each tick of the clock 

I heard him climb the stairs and got into position to greet Him in the correct manner. 

He poked his head around the door and said 'Daughter has just come back, I am running her and her boyfriend back to his house - I will not be long'. 

I attempted to sit calmly. Not to wriggle to relieve my need. A few more minutes would not do me any harm .... 

I tried to sit still when every fibre of my body was like a taut string - ready to be played. 

Finally, He entered the bedroom. I greeted Him and he ran His nails down my back after placing the play collar around my neck. 

All I am able to do is whimper softly. I am so ready for play, for whatever He desires ... 

I am told to lie on the bed, on my back. He doesn't say another word to me as He fetches the leg spreader and attaches my ankle cuffs to it. I am in such an aroused state that I feel my juices running. He went round the bed to my head and sat me up. He placed the bit gag on me and fastened it tight ... then the blindfold. He took one hand and I felt something being attached to my cuff. I soon found it was a rope as my arm was pulled towards the spreader and tied there. The other arm followed. Gently He pulled me backwards ... my legs rose into the air. I was spread wide open, ready for whatever was to follow.

As he moved back to the other side of the bed I felt my pussy lips part - they were so ripe and I was so longing for some release. 

I waited. My need grew. I told myself to breathe - in and out ... deeply. 

I jumped! That first touch was like a bolt of lightening shooting through me - he had run his nails up my thigh. A groan escaped my lips, creeping around the gag.

He stopped and I strained my ears to try and get some sound to give me an idea of what may be coming. 

A hand on a nipple, pulling and pinching ... a clothespin is applied. The pain shoots down and I feel my clit throb once more. *Whimper* The second nipple is readied. I brace myself and jump as a sharp slap is given to my open pussy. I begin to drip ... The second pin is applied and I begin to float. 

I can no longer even sense where He is. 

I feel something pressing against my anal opening ... a plug is inserted, followed quickly by His fingers in my vagina ... I am so, so close to losing it. 

The fingers withdraw and I am whimpering out of control. 

I feel His hand stroking my thighs, pausing now and again to push on the plug. I try not to strain to meet His hand. 

A vibrator is inserted and turned on low speed as His thumb caresses my clit. 

It is getting harder now to breathe ... harder to think ... 

Vibrations increase, pressure increases, clothespins are flicked. I am so close that I cannot even think about what sensations my body is feeling.

I am beyond any sound now .... 

Finally - I have no idea how long passed ... He says a single word "Now"; and with that he turns up the vibe to full power and really pushes on my clit. The orgasm is so powerful that I am lifted off the bed. A sound like an animal escapes me. I lay there feeling the intense heat wash over my body. Every fibre of my being seems to be singing.

He releases my bindings and arranges my limbs to His satisfaction ... I have lost the power to move by myself. He draws my body into his and gently strokes me until I am back down to earth. 



Delayed Reaction



Chapter 1 Introductions

"Crikey, Cam. Have a look at that," Doogie exclaimed.

I followed his eyes to the far side of the lounge and immediately spotted the object of his interest. "That" was a she, and a rather shining example of the female form to be sure. Short ... barely five foot I guessed, but voluptuous in shape. Wearing a tight gray-blue suit jacket with a matching knee-length skirt, also tight around her fulsome hips. The collar of a white blouse peeked out of the jacket but was partially obscured by a cascade of lovely auburn curls. Yes indeed, quite an eyeful.

"Lovely," I said, turning back to my friend.

"Smashing, I'd say," he replied quickly. Douglas "Doogie" Cruickshank always was a one for hyperbole when it came to the ladies. "Just your size, don't you think?"

"Are you implying that I'm short," I grinned, giving him the needle.

"Well, you ain't tall, sport."

"True enough, but I'm trying not to notice."

"Well, she certainly fits your needs nicely."

"My needs right now are for a personal assistant. Mrs. Dalrymple will be gone in three weeks and I haven't seen any candidate that will be an adequate replacement for her."

"Get a young one and train her up, lad. Can't be that hard, can it?"

Doogie was ever the optimist. He had no idea of my needs in my new job. A simple secretary wasn't enough. I needed someone with exceptional organization skills, a thick hide, a flexible schedule and impeccable manners. I might be newest and youngest vice president in Vancouver, but I had some serious responsibilities that required someone to assist me to the point where I could concentrate on my primary functions and leave the rest to my P.A.

Doogie had come out of the British business world and although he was two years my senior, he was now a couple of departments and rank removed from me. We had become friends years ago not long after I started with Emerald Precision Instruments. I was sent to Manchester to "see how the other half lived," as my new boss put it. I quickly discovered that the "other half" worked at half-speed and double the manpower. Not a formula for success. Douglas Cruickshank was one of the few who knew what was wrong and didn't hesitate to say so.

Our two man conspiracy ultimately changed the complexion of the U.K. operations and promptly pushed both of us upward in the organization and off to Vancouver. Now, five years later at the ripe old age of thirty-three, I, Cameron MacDonald was given the VP title, an unheard of salary, the promise of a substantial bonus for achieving my objectives, a company car, a liberal expense account, and a personal assistant.

Regrettably, Mrs. Eunice Dalrymple took an instant dislike to "some young whipper-snapper" coming into her domain and promptly requested an early retirement. Probably just as well. I didn't think we had much in common. But it left me with a rather large hole in my organizational chart. My boss made it clear that I wouldn't survive a month without a personal assistant. I took his word for it.

"Doogie, I have to get back to the office. I've got another two interviews this afternoon. Pray for me, son. I really need to find a nugget among the dross."

"Good luck, Cam. I'll see you later with the girls."

"The girls" were several of the office women and a few of the guys who met up on Friday after work for a drink before heading off to our various homes. I wasn't sure it was kosher for me to be part of it any more after my promotion to the upper echelons, but I decided that I wanted to stay in touch with my former co-workers. I always found the pulse of the operation could be felt when they relaxed and let their hair down. I just hoped that wouldn't change now that I was one of the bosses.

I finished off my tonic water and lime and left a ten dollar bill on the table. It would only just cover my non-alcoholic drink and Doogie's beer along with a tip. Vancouver was getting to be a very expensive place to live. Doogie had wandered off to chat with some friends and possibly with the attractive woman he'd pointed out to me. He was a confident young man.

I walked back to the office, knowing I faced two interviews that afternoon and hoping that I'd find someone to fill the role of P.A. I was getting desperate and I didn't want to settle for someone I knew wouldn't pan out and then have to be the one to let them go. I really didn't care if the person were male or female, but for some reason I had it fixed in my mind that P.A.s were normally women. When I thought about it, I would probably be better off with a man. Much less complicated. Fewer potential problems, I thought.

I walked by the vacant desk outside my office and poured myself a glass of water from the cooler. I had a mountain of paper stacked in front of me with no idea how much of it was urgent and needed my immediate attention. I had spent two hours of my too-short morning interviewing candidates for the open position with no success. In the meantime, it took two hours out of my morning that I could have been using to tackle the unsorted work on my desk. Mrs. Dalrymple had already decided I should be the judge of what was important, since she didn't know my priorities and didn't want to bother getting to know them either. She was marking time until her last day.

Mrs. Dalrymple was a late-fifties to early-sixties woman of severe appearance. Very formal, very stiff, and very opinionated. She was married and I often wondered what her husband must be like. A Casper Milquetoast? That would seem to fit her personality, if you could call it that. I imagined her to be a domineering type in her home and I pitied the poor devil she went home to. She didn't pull that sort of nonsense around the office since I had arrived. My predecessor, however, was also of retirement age and I suspect she might have treated him much like I imagined she treated her husband. Which one was really the vice president?

My one-thirty appointment was ten minutes early and I was almost grateful for it. At least I could get the interview going in the off chance that I might have a winner. Ten minutes later I knew it wasn't to be the case. The middle-aged man who had applied simply didn't have the skills or the personal strength to do what was needed. He took notes by hand, explaining he had little faith in computers. He was also timid, which didn't fit with me at all. I needed someone with some personal horsepower, not some wimp who would give me a basket full of "yes sir, no sir." I was borderline depressed when I concluded the interview and told him the usual. "We'll be in touch."

I had scheduled the second appointment for three that afternoon and since I had over an hour to go, I dug into the pile of paper and quickly got lost in sorting through it. As a result, when Mrs. Dalrymple knocked briefly on my open door to announce the next candidate, I was caught by surprise. I looked at my watch. It was precisely three o'clock.

"Ms. Mulcahy is here for her appointment," the older woman announced with a look of displeasure.

"Send her in, please."

I stood to receive my guest and immediately realized I had seen this woman before. Ms. Mulcahy turned out to be the lovely auburn-haired woman in the restaurant that Doogie had spotted. As she approached, I held out my hand to greet her and she took it firmly. 

"Mr. MacDonald, nice to meet you," she said with a slight smile. 

She didn't appear to be nervous and she was dressed to impress. Other than what nature had bestowed upon her, she was conservative in appearance and dress.

"You'll pardon me if I butcher your first name, so please save me the embarrassment and tell me how it is pronounced."

That brought about another slight smile. "It's Shi-vaun," she said. 

I looked at her résumé and tried to make sense of the spelling. Siobhan didn't look anything like Shi-vaun.

"I'd have never have gotten it right without your help," I said with a grin.

"For a Scotsman, you surprise me that it's not familiar to you. The Irish are neighbours, you know."

"Ah, well, my Scots ancestors are a hundred-and-fifty or so years back in the family history. We've been in this country since 1844. But, at least I recognized that your name was Irish."

"Like you, my family has been here a long time as well. But that's not why I'm here today, is it?" she smiled.

"No. I'm looking for a personal assistant. I've just taken on this job and I need someone to be my right hand. It's a demanding job and I'm looking for someone special. Someone who can cope and organize and think quickly in stressful situations. It's far more than being a secretary ... and of course it pays far more than a secretary."

"I take it Dragon Lady is leaving then?" she said.

I snorted a laugh, clapped my hand over my mouth, then surrendered. I was laughing quietly at her characterization of Mrs. Dalrymple.

"Yes ... she is," I finally managed. "She's taking an early retirement."

"Not a moment too soon," she retorted, still not cracking a smile.

I was laughing again. She was saying out loud all the things that I had been thinking about the woman. She was certainly taking a risk, but I had a feeling that she saw it as a calculated risk. It wasn't meant as a joke, but as a critical comment.

When I got myself under control again, I passed a two page document to her.

"This describes the duties as I see them. It may not be complete because I've never done this job before. I'm going by what I've been told and what I've observed. Why don't you read it over and we can discuss any questions or concerns you may have afterwards."

She nodded, still showing little emotion other than the serious expression she entered the room with. I picked up a memo I had been reading before Ms. Mulcahy had arrived and continued to review it. I had barely finished it when she spoke.

"I have a couple of questions."

"Go ahead," I said.

"Are you married, Mr. MacDonald?"

"Ah ... no ... no I'm not."

"Are you in a serious relationship with anyone?"

"Ms. Mulcahy, why do you need to know?"

"According to your job description, we'll be travelling on occasion. The last thing you or I need is a jealous wife or girlfriend."

"Ah ... yes ... I see. Well, there is no one to be jealous, I can assure you."

She nodded.

"May I ask you a question in return?"

"Yes."

"Are you married or in a relationship?"

I saw the beginning of a smile before she returned to her serious look.

"You're not supposed to ask me that, but ... no. No one to interfere with the job." 

She sat saying nothing, but examining me and concentrating on something. I was about to break the silence when she spoke.

"I have an offer for you."

"You do? What kind of offer?"

"Give me one hour to go through that stack of paper on your desk that you obviously haven't had the time to attack yet. I'll sort out the important stuff, the irrelevant stuff, and the items that we need to discuss or that I need some direction on. At the end of the hour you can evaluate my worth to you."

"Are you serious? You don't know anything about this business. How will you make those kinds of decisions?"

"Business is business, Mr. MacDonald. There's a common thread through it all. I'm good a sorting out the wheat from the chaff. It's a skill I have that you will find quite valuable." I sat for a moment, thinking. What did I have to lose? This was the first candidate I had interviewed that even showed any spark at all.

"All right. Is an hour enough? I'll give you more if you want it."

She smiled again, this time a little more confidently.

"Let's see how I do in one hour. Then we can talk."

"Where do you want to work?"

"Right here. I'll pass you the important stuff and you can look it over. I won't interrupt you."

This was more than unusual. I was fascinated with her confidence and her aggressive nature. But it did bring up a question.

"Before you get started, assuming you do well, do you want this job?"

"Yes. I can't think of a better way to work my way up in a corporation. I'll be side-by-side with a very bright young man with a good future. I'll know what you know. I'll go where you go. Sooner or later, I'll get my chance."

"How do you know I'm upward bound?"

"You're young ... very young for the job you have. That means you're an achiever. You don't strike me as one of those hard-assed men who steps all over people to get where they want to go. So that means you're smart. If I'm going to succeed, I need a mentor. You could be it."

I leaned back in my chair. This was no ordinary woman. For the first time I began to believe that I might have found my new P.A. I would be fascinated to see how she did with my in-basket. I nodded and grinned at her, pushing the pile of paper toward her.

"Go to it. Tell me if you need help. Would you like some water or tea or coffee?"

"Water, please."

I rose and poured two tall glasses of water and returned to my desk. There were already two pieces of paper back on my blotter. I placed a glass in front of her and picked up one of the pieces. It was important all right. It was a problem in the Montreal plant that needed attention right away.

"Would it bother you if I made a phone call?"

She looked up briefly and shook her head, returning to examining the document in front of her.

I called the Montreal office and left a message for the Operations Manager to call me at home after nine o'clock his time. I put the note in my briefcase and picked up the next document. There were now five or six items on my desk and Siobhan had barely looked up. This was quite a demonstration and I was getting more and more convinced that she would be the woman to get this job.

She worked through the complete pile in a little over an hour. When she finished, she leaned back in her chair and took a sip of water. Everything she had passed to me was indeed important and I would want to deal with promptly.

"Tell me about the other two piles, Siobhan."

"These are inconsequential memos that probably don't affect you. Certainly not urgent. The other pile is people wanting you to do their jobs for them," she said with straight face.

"Show me," I said.

She passed four memos from the first pile. I looked at them briefly. She was right, they weren't important. Mostly they were copies of memos from other people in my department. I didn't see anything in them that was urgent or sent up any warning signals.

"How about the other pile?"

Again, she passed me the top five pages. In fact, they were requests for me to do what other management or staff people should and could be doing. 

"This pile is important in a different way," I said to her.

"Yes. You'll need to let these people know that you pay them to do these jobs. If you do them, you don't need them," she said in a direct tone.

"Exactly. This may be a hangover from my predecessor, but I'll soon know."

I leaned back in my chair once more and examined Ms. Siobhan Mulcahy. There was no doubt she was an attractive woman. Neatly dressed and turned out as well. She was smart. Very smart. And, she had a direct, no-nonsense manner about her that I admired. In short, she was perfect for the job.

"When can you start?" I asked.

"Would Monday be too soon?"

"Not at all. Why don't we go down to the H.R. department and get you signed up. I take it the stated salary and benefits are acceptable?"

"Yes, for now," she grinned. It was the first genuine smile I'd seen from her. I took it that she was pleased she had won the job.

"Welcome to Emerald, Siobhan. I think you're going to do very well here."

She turned and this time gave me a much bigger and happier smile.

"I think so too."

I left Siobhan with Patricia Carlson in H.R. to get the paperwork done and formalize her hiring. I had already decided that Mrs. Dalrymple could begin her retirement as soon as she had shown her replacement where everything was located and how things worked. I doubted it would take a week.

"Mrs. Dalrymple, I have hired Ms. Mulcahy to be my personal assistant. She is a very astute and gifted young lady. As a result, if you wish, you may begin your retirement as soon as you feel she has been brought up to speed on your responsibilities. Naturally, I'll leave it to you to decide when would be appropriate."

I saw her face turn red and I was sure I was in for an explosion, but her inbred sense of decorum wouldn't let her lose her temper and she slowly calmed down.

"Very well, Mr. MacDonald. I expect two or three days next week should suffice. If you don't mind, I'd like to say goodbye to some of the staff before I go."

"Of course. Would you please see Patricia in H.R. so that she can handle the retirement documents. Otherwise, the keys to the office, desks and file cabinets can be left with me. Thank you very much for your long and loyal service, Mrs. Dalrymple."

I got a "harrumph" in reply. She was viewing my remarks as a dismissal ... and she was right. Out with the old and in with the new. Life goes on.

I was back at my desk, going through the items that Siobhan had marked as important and as usual, I lost track of time. When a firm knock on my door frame announced her return, I looked at my watch and saw it was a quarter past five.

"Don't forget Montreal will be calling your home at six," she said with a smile.

"You're all signed up and officially an employee of Emerald then?"

"Yes ... and thank you. I really wanted this job. I won't let you down."

"No ... I'm sure you won't. Goodnight, Siobhan, and have a good weekend."

"Goodnight Mr. MacDonald. See you Monday morning."

I took the stack of "important" papers and put them in my briefcase. I was about to add the other two stacks just to make sure there wasn't anything in there that should be attended to -- when I stopped. It was my first test. I couldn't afford the time to check all her work. I had to trust her. So far, I didn't see any reason not to. I closed my briefcase with a smile and locked my desk. It was time to go home. 

Chapter 2 Getting Acquainted

"Are you telling me that you hired that lovely bird from the restaurant?"

"I did indeed, Doogie. She was the answer to my prayers."

"I'm sure she was, but can she do the job?"

"Doogie, get your mind out of the gutter. She is a very bright, very motivated young lady who will be excellent at her job."

"Aye, and she's got a fine set of Bristols and a lovely bum to boot. I have my suspicions of you, Cameron Macdonald."

"You know my rules, Doogie. Never foul your own nest."

"Yeah, well ... just remember your rules when she's around," he warned with a sly grin.

I'd found Doogie Cruickshank to be an invaluable aid when it came to the marketing side of our business. I was a born-and-bred operations guy and needed to learn more about what made successful marketing strategy. It was a matter of matching the needs of the market to our capability. It was no use building wonderful machines that no one was interested in. 

Doogie was in charge of U.K. sales at our Manchester operation when I first met him. He was a bright spark in an otherwise dim group. I had been sent as the "hatchet man" to trim out the fat and either "fix it or forget it." My first instinct was to forget it and dispose of the moribund operation. Doogie convinced me otherwise.

He was an interesting mix of accents. Born and schooled in London, moved to Glasgow, Birmingham and Southampton, so you couldn't really pick out any particular region in his voice. He was bright, optimistic, hard-working and successful at what he did. He was also the saviour of the Manchester operation by showing me what it could be rather than what it was. It took more than a year to radically change the culture there, but when we were done, it was one of our most efficient operations. It also earned both of us a promotion.




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Doogie was my eyes and ears in the marketplace. He was responsible for marketing support. That is, making sure that problems or opportunities that arose in the field were promptly addressed and action taken. It was a "make work" job in its origin: a place to put an underachieving sales manager. Doogie changed all that and made it something very valuable. He was a conduit to management and the other departments and he was very good at his job.

He would give you the impression he was a carefree playboy, but I knew differently. He had a long-standing lady friend whom he had finally convinced to move to Canada and accept his proposal. Sandra Smith-Pelly was pure London, through and through. She'd been to the best schools and was expected to marry into one of the prominent English families. Her parents didn't count on Doogie getting in the way. 

"Sassy," as she was generally known, was a strong-willed woman who was having none of her parents' plans for her future. She was tall, slender, regal in her posture, and attractive but not spectacular. Considering Doogie's penchant for busty, extroverted women, she was a strange choice. Yet, there wasn't any doubt that he loved her and that his comments directed at her opposite type were just talk. She had arrived in Vancouver only a few weeks ago and promptly moved into Doogie's condominium on False Creek. As far as she was concerned, this was heaven and she never planned to leave.

I complained to Doogie, "Wray is expecting me to present the plan for next year at the management meeting in November. I'm not very pleased with what I see. I've inherited a 'do nothing' plan as far as I can tell. Maybe you can give me some ideas, Doogie."

"Most of my worries are how we're going to deal with the Chinese invasion. The buggers are going to show up sooner or later. I hope we're ready for them. You know what they're like. They'll blitz the bloody market first with pricing to knock off the weak links."

I nodded. "I'm getting everyone's attention but the ones that count. I have a feeling we're going to have to do something radical to survive that bombing."

"How radical?"

"Maybe close and consolidate operations?" I suggested.

"That won't exactly fit with the boss-man's ideas for growth, will it?"

"Nope ... but to grow, first you have to survive. We can warn the troops, but if they aren't believers then we're shouting into the wind."

Doogie nodded. "You'll come up with something, Cam. I know you. You'll find something ... somewhere."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I've only been in this job for a few weeks and I'm not sure I'm going to get a receptive audience. No one wants to hear from Chicken Little.

I picked up the last of my ale, briefly considered ordering a second, then decided against it.

"Time to go home, Doogie. Sassy will be waiting for you, no doubt."

"And who's waiting for you, Cam?"

"Not a soul."

"You need to do something about that, my friend. I don't know what I did without Sassy here for the past year or so. What are your plans for the weekend?"

"Nothing, right now. November isn't the best time for golf and it's too damn cold to go sailing with Lew. I swear he'd break ice to get out on that boat of his."

"I don't blame him," Doogie said. "That's a lovely craft. I'd go anytime ... and Sassy would too. She loves to sail."

"Lew knows that," I laughed. "You only hint at it every time you see him."

"Do you think he'd sell a share in it? You know ... sort of a time-share?"

I shrugged. "Ask him. What's the worst he can say?"

Doogie nodded, drained his Scotch and set the glass down.

"Time to go, Cam. I'll see you Monday," he smiled. "Try and have some fun this weekend, will you?"

"Will do, Doogie. Say Hi to Sassy for me. See you Monday."

For a change, Saturday morning dawned clear and bright. Fresh snow on the Lions and Grouse Mountain set off the spectacular view from my apartment. I'd chosen this particular unit because it had a view of both the North Shore mountains and English Bay. It came with a price tag, but my needs were simple. One bedroom with a den that I could use as an office, a compact kitchen (I'm not much of a cook), a full-sized bathroom and a large living room with a window-wall and balcony facing north-west.

We were well into the "rainy season" in Vancouver, but it beat the hell out of the snow and cold winds of the east. It wasn't the most convenient location for a head office, but it was the traditional home for Emerald Precision Instruments and it would remain so for the foreseeable future. I didn't mind at all. A couple of extra hours flying time to the various plants was a small price to pay for the pleasure of living on the West Coast. Or, as we referred to it at this time of year, the "Wet Coast."

My apartment was on the south-west edge of Stanley Park, not far from the beach at English Bay and only three blocks from the park. I could ride my bike or walk or jog my way around the seawall on a moment's notice. I hardly needed my car during the week. The office was less than a mile away, and a brisk walk or a bike ride on most mornings was good exercise for me. My building had an indoor pool and an exercise room which I used regularly to keep fit. What more could I want?

I'd been living here now for almost five years. I'd been promoted to Assistant to the Vice President of Operations when I returned from Manchester and then, three months ago, I was given the title of Vice President of Operations. The former Vice President had retired and my new boss, Senior Vice President Wray Henderson, had picked me out to succeed him. It was quite a surprise, considering I was barely thirty-three years old. But apparently, I'd been noticed and followed and tested enough that they were willing to take the chance with me. I was flattered to be sure.

I had my reservations about working for Wray. He'd been in his job for years and had a reputation for being very conservative in his thinking. My predecessor, George Christiansen, had been the closest to Wray of anyone in the organization. George got the unfortunate tag of being a "brown-noser" somewhere along the line and it had stuck. He was constantly waiting for Wray to tell him what he wanted and then running around trying to deliver it. 

Wray was the buffer between the CEO and the three vice presidents: Operations, Finance and Marketing. There were times when I wondered just how important that role was, but it had been established long before I arrived and everyone seemed to accept it. 

When I sat with Wray to discuss my promotion, he made it plain I was to report to him and no one else. I didn't have any problem with that. It was the way a corporate hierarchy was supposed to work. I was clear with him that I considered close cooperation with sales and marketing to be important and while he wasn't exactly enthusiastic, he at least acknowledged the need to stay in touch with our sales people and our customers.

Wray was also a loner, from what I could see. I had only met his wife, Marion, a couple of times at social functions. She was a lovely lady with a warm personality when it was drawn out or when she wasn't standing in Wray's shadow. She seemed to be such an opposite of Wray, but then I thought the same about Sassy and Doogie as well. In the office, Wray's other contacts were his executive assistant, Donna Witherspoon, and our CEO, John Hoffer. From what I could tell, few of us knew Wray Henderson very well at all.

As I gazed out the window at the splendid vista, my thoughts drifted back to Karen. My one and only love affair. I was taking my MBA at Western Ontario and she was in her third year of Commerce. We'd met at a friend's social and almost instantly hit it off. I got her phone number that night and called her the next day. Within a month, we were inseparable. I wasn't a virgin when I met her and neither was she, but we both had a lot to learn it turned out.

When I finished my MBA, I returned to my former job in Toronto, already working for Emerald. They had generously allowed me time to get my post-graduate degree and while most of it was on my own time, they were anxious to see me complete my studies and made sure they cleared the path for me. I owed a great deal to Emerald and their management and I wanted to repay them in my work.

I was positive I was in love with Karen, but she was in her senior year at Western and I couldn't possibly commute from London to Toronto. I would make the three hour drive every Friday night and return on Sunday night, spending at least two days with her each week. It wasn't ideal, but I was very serious about her and nearing the end of her school year, I proposed.

She turned me down.

"I'm sorry, Cam. I'm not ready to marry. I want to live a little and work on my career for a while. It's been wonderful to be with you, but I'm not the girl for you."

"When will you be ready?" I whined.

"I don't know. I'm certainly not in a rush, as you can tell. You're a good guy and we've had a very nice time together, but it's not going to be permanent. I'm sorry."

"Yeah," I said, defeated. "I am too."

And that was the end of my one and only love affair. It had been one-sided and I hadn't even recognized it. I was a convenience to her, nothing more. I felt like a fool for some time after that, alternating between anger and self-pity. A few weeks later I forced myself back into the dating game and took a much less serious attitude toward women. If they could play, I could play too.

But that got old fairly quickly. When I was sent to Manchester, a combination of a difficult work situation and the ever ebullient Doogie Cruickshank helped bring me out of that phase. I dated off and on, got lucky more than a few times and generally didn't take myself too seriously. I didn't think English women could hold a candle to Canadian women, but then I was biased, wasn't I?

When my time was up in England, I insisted that Doogie be included in our corporate plans and laid out my reasoning with chapter and verse to Wray Henderson and Clarence Woolfolk, the Marketing V.P. Happily, they agreed, and Doogie was offered the job of marketing support. He made that job something important with his actions, not his words. Time and again he saved the company from making fundamental mistakes in the marketplace. I give him credit for steadfastly turning what was an operational environment into a customer-responsive environment. It took a while to show results, but when they came, Doogie got the well-deserved credit as well as a raise and a promotion. I suspected they were grooming him for bigger things, perhaps V.P. of Marketing.

Monday morning dawned dull and rainy. Dark enough that I didn't want to ride my bike for fear of being run down by some unwary commuter. I decided that my umbrella and raincoat would do. If it got too ugly, I could hop a bus for the few blocks I had to go.

As I stepped off the elevator on the ninth floor, I could see lights on in the area of my office. Usually, I was the first one on the floor, but not this morning. As I hung up my wet raincoat in the closet and stowed the umbrella, I wondered who would be here this early. It was barely seven o'clock. I walked down the hall and almost immediately encountered Siobhan Mulcahy.

She looked spectacularly bright and shiny in the gloom of that morning. She was immaculately dressed in another business suit and greeted me with a cup of coffee as I approached her desk.

"Good morning, Mr. MacDonald," she smiled.

"And good morning to you, Ms. Mulcahy. But ... would you mind if I called you Siobhan and you called me Cam or at the most Cameron?"

"Very well, but not when the brass are about, okay?"

"Good thinking, Siobhan. That's how it will be then. So what are you doing here this early in the morning?"

"I'm your personal assistant, Cameron. I'm expected to be here when you are. I only had to ask one person to find out what your hours were. Hopefully, with my help, we can cut them back a little," she grinned.

"A worthy objective, to be sure. I'm not work obsessed, just in case you're wondering. Right now I'm still trying to learn this job and determine where the biggest problems are located."

"That's where I come into the picture," she stated simply. "We will begin to prioritize your concerns immediately."

There didn't seem to be any doubt in her voice. But then, when I had gone over the papers I had taken with me on Friday evening, she had made a faultless judgement that each of them was important. I assumed then that the lesser things could be dealt with when opportunity or time permitted.

"I reviewed the items you segregated on Friday," I said, "and I've put them in priority order. Let's go over them so you'll know my thinking."

She nodded and I began with the first item. For the next two hours we reviewed each of the items in order and she made some brief notes when appropriate. She also asked some penetrating questions for background, and paid close attention as I explained my thinking. I could almost see her storing this information away in her head ... or was I imagining it?

We stopped for an early coffee break and I broke tradition and got the coffee myself for both of us.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" I said as we sat and sipped the coffee.

"That depends on how personal."

"I'm curious. I'm not allowed to ask your age, but I can see you're quite young. How in the world did you get this much experience and professionalism at your age?"

I got a nice smile in reply. 

"Thank you for the compliment. My father was CEO of a mid-sized distribution firm in the electronics industry. He had a heart attack at an early age and was forced to try and run the company from home. In the evening, I would help him do what you and I just did; sort out the priorities. He would fax them off to his office that night and his VP of Operations would see that his instructions were carried out. I learned a lot from him before I went off to college."

"You were very lucky," I noted. "You had the perfect teacher and he taught you well. I'll have to call him some day and compliment him on that."

I saw the look on her face change immediately and knew something was amiss.

"I'm afraid you're too late. He died not long after I left home. He never really recovered from the first heart attack, but he wasn't sick enough to get on the transplant list."

"Oh ... I'm very sorry. You and your mother must miss him a great deal."

She nodded. "Yes ... I really miss him. I'm trying to do all the things that he did ... except for the heart attack," she smiled shyly through some tears.

"If first impressions mean anything, I think he would be very proud of you."

"Thank you. I'll try and live up to that."

The next six months were hectic and full of travel. Siobhan and I had to visit each of the operations and determine how they were doing on a first hand basis and not just from the reports and results we received monthly. We became far too familiar with airport lounges and hotel rooms as a result. We both flew business class and stayed in the better hotels, although not always the five star ones. 

I was surprised and delighted how easily Siobhan slipped into her role and how professional she was among our staff and key customers. Part of my ambition was to visit our key clients and hear directly from them the things we did well and the things we needed to improve on. I got the impression that there had been very little of that from the previous senior management. It had been left to the local management to show the flag. I felt they needed more support and that was my objective.

Siobhan was at my side at all the visits and customer calls. As she became more comfortable and confident in her job, she began to participate and interact with both groups. I was impressed and delighted when she would ask about something I had missed or forgotten. She never lacked for preparation or curiosity. She was as happy on the shop floor with the workers as she was in the boardroom with CEOs. I had found a gem and I knew it.

All along, however, our relationship was strictly business. As much as I was tempted, I kept her at arm's length. I was sure that was what she expected and I wasn't about to mess with success. God knows I was tempted, however. She was quite a woman. Dark brown penetrating eyes, flawless complexion, lightly applied makeup, a variety of perfectly tailored business dresses and suits that never failed to appear as if they were being worn for the first time.

It was early on in our travels that I discovered some other things about her. I was in the habit of using the exercise facilities in the hotels we stayed at. In fact, I asked Siobhan to make sure those facilities were available if we were staying at a new location. I would normally rise early, spend forty-five to sixty minutes exercising, then return to my room for a shower and shave before putting on my business clothes.

On our first trip to Chicago, we were staying at the Marriott Oak Brook as I had in the past and I was down to the gym facilities before six that morning. Five minutes later, a bright-looking Siobhan arrived wearing a track suit and a scarf around her head.

"What are you doing here at this time of day?" I asked with a smile.

"The same as you," she said. "Getting my daily exercise. Keeping myself from getting fat on this hotel food we're going to be eating."

"Yeah ... I know what you mean. Even their healthy choices aren't really that healthy." 

"Is this part of your normal routine?" she asked.

"Absolutely. You already know I either ride my bike or walk to work. There's an exercise room in my apartment building that I can use when I want to. I've also got Stanley Park almost at my doorstep, so I've got no excuses when I'm at home. On the road, this is usually all I can find."

"I think it's a good habit, Cameron. I'll make sure I check up on you each morning," she kidded.

"Thank you. You're my incentive then," I said.

I saw her look at me with a wrinkled forehead and a slight frown for a moment and I wonder what I might have said wrong. I put the ear buds for my MP3 player back in my ears and continued pedalling on the stationary bike.

Whatever I did to cause her to look at me that way seemed to disappear almost immediately and she began her workout on the rowing machine. She had removed the track suit and was wearing a t-shirt and snug-fitting shorts. It was the first time I had really seen what she looked like out of her office uniform. She was even more voluptuous than I realized. I began to fantasize without even thinking about it. When I became aware of it, I tried immediately to purge my thoughts, but it wasn't easy.

When we left to return to our rooms, we agreed to meet at seven-thirty in the restaurant before heading to the office in Lombard. When she appeared exactly at seven-thirty she was immaculately dressed and coiffed and showed no signs of the vigorous workout she had engaged in as little as thirty minutes ago. She was obviously very fit. 

And that became our routine on the road. We would be picked up, usually by the general manager, for a plant tour and a meeting with the staff. Then the remainder of our stay would be taken up dealing with any problems and visiting any nearby customers. In some cases, we would stay an extra day or two in order to visit key clients who were not close to the specific plant or distribution center. Our trips were generally from three to five days and their frequency about once a month.

At the end of six months, I submitted my review on Siobhan, and Wray received it with raised eyebrows.

"Is she really this good or are you being swayed by a very lovely young woman?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow and what I almost took for a smirk.




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"She's really that good," I assured him. "Check with anyone, particularly our G.M.s and key clients. She's that good and more."

I was a bit pissed off with Wray that he would insinuate that I was influenced by her looks and not her talent. I had been extremely careful when I wrote the review to back it up with fact, and proven fact at that. I also knew that a couple of Wray Henderson's colleagues had encountered Siobhan Mulcahy and had come away impressed. When he put her review before the salary committee, I was pretty confident that there wasn't going to be any legitimate dissent.

"I'd like to have a talk with her then, Cam. I'd like to get to know this wonder girl a little better. I'll let you know when, but it'll be before I take this to the salary committee."

The salary committee was comprised of John Hoffer, Wray Henderson, Clarence Woolfolk and Lynda Powell, VP of Finance. I would be expected to join the committee next year.

I nodded. I couldn't very well object, but I didn't like the idea that he didn't trust my evaluation. That was something I was going to have to find a way to deal with. I'd had no such problem when I submitted my reviews of the various operations managers at the branches. Why now with Siobhan?

I called her into the office. I couldn't let her be blindsided by Wrayton Henderson.

"Wray has asked to meet with you," I said as she sat in front of me.

"Why?" She was clearly curious as I expected she would be.

"I suspect it's because of your six month review. I submitted it to him today in advance of the salary committee meeting."

"Is it a poor review?" she asked, now clearly worried.

"Hell no. It's graded Outstanding ... as it should be. I think he's suspicious that I might be overstating your case."

"Are you? I didn't expect to fail, but I wasn't expecting Outstanding, either."

"Why not. You're everything I want and need in a personal assistant. You've learned what's required very rapidly, you work extremely well with our staff, field people and our customers. You're hyper-organized and ... well ... you get the picture. I have no complaints whatsoever about your performance. I couldn't think of a single thing I could recommend that you work on to improve."

She sat quietly, saying nothing as she absorbed my comments.

"Are you sure that's accurate?" she asked at length.

"Can you think of an area that you are deficient? Can you name something I can help you with that will improve what you are doing?"

"Yes, of course. I still have a lot to learn. I'm still learning about our products and who our customers are. I've only just scratched the surface as far as Emerald is concerned."

"Siobhan, you've only been here six months. I didn't expect you to be an expert on this business in that little time. What I'm grading you on is how you've performed in that very short period when everything was new to you. Six months from now I will have different criteria to judge you by."

"I'm grateful for your high opinion of me, but I guess I have to say that it hasn't been hard to get accustomed to working with you. You make it very easy for me. Your orders are direct and straightforward. We've worked closely enough that I can almost anticipate what you want some of the time. I'm learning quickly because I get a lot of feedback from you and the other people I work with."

"That's the way it should be," I said with a smile. "I don't want you to worry about talking to Wray. He's not a bad guy to work for and I think he's just surprised that you've come this far this fast. Maybe he wants to satisfy himself that I'm not pushing you too far too fast. Anyway, don't be worried. I wouldn't change a word of my review and I doubt if I'll be asked to."

"Thank you, Cam. I really appreciate that. I like working here and I want to do a good job. Just promise me you'll tell me if I'm not doing what you expect from me."

I smiled again. "That's a promise."

True to his word, Wray called Siobhan and asked her to come to his office at three that afternoon. It was a nervous young woman who left for a walk down the hallway to his office. I watched her go, hoping that Wray did nothing to discourage or upset her.

When I left the office that afternoon, Siobhan still hadn't returned from her meeting with Wray Henderson. I toyed with the idea of waiting for her, but I had an appointment with my dentist at four-fifteen and I didn't want to be late. I left wondering what would take them so long in that meeting.

Chapter 3 A Difference of Opinion

When I arrived the following morning, Siobhan was no where to be found. That was unusual. She and I were almost like clockwork arriving at seven. There was no note on my desk and nothing on my voice mail. I thought of calling her at home but decided not to. She might be ill or maybe just had slept in for the first time. 

She arrived at the office just before eight, walking in and hanging up her light spring coat before seating herself at her desk. She didn't acknowledge me or say good morning. She just sat, looking at her laptop screen, probably reviewing her schedule. I waited a few minutes before I went out to her desk.

"Good morning," I said, pouring myself a coffee.

"Morning," she mumbled, not looking at me.

Nothing about her behaviour was normal. I didn't like the look of this and I decided I'd better try and get to the bottom of it right away. "When you have a free moment, come in and see me please," I requested, turning back to my desk.

She didn't respond verbally, but a moment later she followed me into the office and sat in her customary chair at the front corner of my desk.

I looked at her carefully, noting an almost vacant look about her that wasn't normal.

"What's wrong?" Might as well get to the point right away I thought.

"Nothing."

"Sorry. That doesn't fly. In the six months that you've been here you've never come to work at this time and you've never been anything but bright and upbeat. So ... what's wrong?"

She shook her head. "Nothing, Sir. I'm just a little tired I guess."

"Sir? Since when did I become Sir?"

She looked up at me and she seemed to be on the verge of tears. I got up and walked to my door, closing it before returning to my desk.

"Talk to me, Siobhan. What happened yesterday afternoon. That's what this is about, isn't it?" I was taking a quick guess but her reaction and the look on her face told me I'd hit the bullseye.

"He ... he ... didn't believe your performance report. He said I hadn't been here long enough to rate Outstanding."

"That's it? That's all?"

"No. He asked a bunch of personal questions."

"What kind of personal questions?"

"Who I was dating? Who was I going out with? He ... he was insinuating that you and I ... that we were ... sleeping together."

"Son of a bitch!" I hollered, slamming my hand down on my desk. "He accused you of sleeping with me to get a good review, is that the gist of it?"

She nodded, her head bowed and looking at the desk and not me.

"God damn him anyway. He has no right to accuse you of that. He is way out of bounds and he's going to hear it from me," I spat.

"No ... please Cam, don't make it worse. I denied everything but I can't prove it. You know the truth, but he's just jumping to conclusions."

"Listen, Siobhan, I can't let him talk to you this way. He's violated a very clearly written and firm policy and I've got to call him on it. It isn't optional. He just can't do this."

"But you'll get fired, or get a bad review. He's your boss. I don't want to lose my job either. Why don't we just leave it and let it go, Cam. It's over with. He's not going to change your review, so it won't hurt me."

"That goes against everything I believe in. If we let him get away with it this time, there'll be a next time. Maybe not the same thing, but he won't worry about my calling him on it. Who knows? When my review comes up, he may try the same thing on me. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have a very firm but polite discussion with Wrayton Henderson about your meeting with him yesterday and he is going to understand in no uncertain terms that he was out of line. Way out of line."

Now Siobhan was in tears. I guessed she hadn't had much sleep last night and for that I was equally angry with Wray. The last thing on my mind was job security. I had enough confidence in myself to find another job, even if it wasn't as good as this one. As far as Siobhan went, I was sure she could get a job in a flash with one of our customers based solely on their contact with her. No, this was not the time to worry about our employment future.

I picked up the phone and called Wray's secretary.

"Donna, I'd like to see Wray as soon as possible, please."

"Sorry, Cam. He's tied up for the day," she replied a little uncomfortably.

"Is he out of the office?"

"No ... he's here."

"Is there someone with him?"

"No ... no one," she answered clearly and distinctly.

"Donna, would you please tell Wray that if I'm unable to see him in the next hour, I'll see John Hoffer instead."

"I'll tell him right away, Cam," she said. I wasn't sure what I was hearing in her voice, but it wasn't worry. Considering I'd just threatened to go over him to the CEO, I thought that might cause some concern. 

She called me back five minutes later.

"He'll see you at nine-thirty, Cam."

"Thank you, Donna. I appreciate your help."

"You're welcome, Cam ... and good luck."

Why did I think Donna knew more than she was revealing? Had she heard what was going on in Wray's office yesterday afternoon?

"Was Donna still there when you left Wray's office yesterday?" 

"Yes, I think so. I wasn't really paying much attention. I was upset."

"I'm sure you were. Well, I'll deal with this when I see Wray in a few minutes."

"Please be careful, Cam. I really need this job."

"You aren't going to lose your job, Siobhan. If anyone's in danger it's Wray. He's opened himself up to a lawsuit just having that conversation with you."

"But it's 'he said, she said," she said, showing a good command of logic.

"Yeah, but these accusations don't come out of thin air. Someone would want to know why you were in that office in the first place. You report to me. And since the performance review was rated outstanding, what motive would you have to lie? You had nothing to gain. Nope ... this one is not going any further unless he does something stupid."

She looked distraught and I could understand it.

"What's on our schedule today?" I asked.

"Mostly updating the costs on the regional shipments for your planning review."

"Okay, that's nice boring work for both of us. Why don't you get started while I'm down the hall with Wray? You know what I'm looking for, so you can go ahead and I'll catch up when I get back."

"All right," she said without enthusiasm.

"Siobhan, this is an order. Cheer up!" I grinned.

She tried. She really did, but I was sure it wasn't going to last until I came back from my meeting with Wray in one piece and still holding a job.

"Come in, Cam. I'm very busy so I can't give you much time. What is it you want?"

"I think you know perfectly well why I'm here. I have a young woman in my office who is extremely upset at the nature of your meeting with her yesterday afternoon. More to the point, you made an accusation that she and I were intimate. 

"You know and I know that is out of line. You didn't have an H.R. person with you and you didn't have a shred of evidence to support your accusation. I won't put up with that, Wray. You were out of line and you owe her an apology ... in writing."

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to, Cam? You may be the golden boy around her, but insubordination is still cause for dismissal."

"Should we take this discussion to John then?"

"Of course not. I may have said something that your girl misconstrued as improper, but in no way did I act improperly."

"Well, I guess that's open to interpretation. Let me tell you that Siobhan's interpretation was that you accused her of sleeping her way to an Outstanding level review. She's not prone to exaggeration and you seldom mince your words. At this point, I'm taking her word for it."

"That girl is wrong. I made no such accusation. We had a private talk and I might have asked her a couple of personal questions, but I did not make any accusations of any kind. Now this issue is closed. I won't do anything to downgrade her review, but as far as this tempest in a tea pot is concerned, I do not want to listen to any more of it."

"Wray, I think you made a mistake with Siobhan. I would hope you recognize it and don't ignore what I said or how I feel about it. I still think you owe her an apology."

He had finally cooled down from his "high horse" posture a few minutes ago. 

"I'll give it some thought," he said sullenly.

I nodded and left without another word. I looked at Donna and she was smiling at me for some reason. She must have heard some of the heated exchange between her boss and me. She got up and walked to the hall with me.

"Well done, Cam. I'm proud of you. That poor girl was in tears when she left his office yesterday. He can be a real asshole sometimes. I'll stop by later and let her know everything's going to be fine."

"Thank you, Donna. She'll be very happy to have you on her side."

I walked the short distance back to our office and saw Siobhan anxiously waiting for me.

"Relax," I smiled reassuringly. "We're both still employed."

She let a sigh out that sounded like she'd been holding her breath for hours. In fact I'd only been gone ten minutes. 

"I asked him to give you an apology and made it clear how unhappy I was with his comments to you. He denied suggesting what you heard, but I had him cornered and when I threatened to take it to John Hoffer, he quickly backed up."

"Did you really say that ... I mean about John?"

"Yes ... and I meant it. You'll also find you have an ally in Donna Witherspoon. She was really happy that I confronted him after what he put you through yesterday. I gather she doesn't have a high opinion of Wray. I have to say, mine has dropped considerably today."

"Thank you, Cam. I hope this hasn't hurt your chances here. After all, he is your boss and he does have a lot of say in the board room."

"Well, in the five minutes I've had to think about it, I'm not worried. The one nice thing about Operations is that it is measurable. When we do something, we can measure the result. And results speak for themselves. Overall, this department is the shining star around here, and you're part of it. 

I could see Siobhan cheer up as I spoke. The crisis was over and done with. We could go back to doing our jobs and not worry about it. Wray wouldn't dare downgrade her review now.

Siobhan's review passed through uncontested and she received a well deserved raise in pay. I could see the satisfaction that it brought her. She was being told that she was doing an outstanding job and the proof was on the paycheck. What she didn't receive was an apology from Wray. I toyed with the idea of going after my boss again, but decided to let it lie. I'd made my point and I was sure Wray hadn't forgotten it.

After our little drama in May, things settled down and I was able to resume at least civil relations with Wray. Neither of us had cause to mention the incident again, but it was in the back of my mind that he would bear watching around the female staff.

Doogie and I would find a way to meet after work on Fridays about twice a month. Usually, we'd have just one beer or in his case, a Scotch. It was a way for me to informally stay in touch with marketing. I had invited Siobhan to join us more than once, but she declined. I suspected she thought it was a men-only environment and wouldn't be comfortable. I know Donna invited her to join the girls after work and on occasion she did stop in with them. Donna told me that my assistant was very well liked by the other women and that was good to hear.

"Getting ready for your plan for next year, Doogie?"

"Yeah. The troops are getting nervous about the Chinese again. They're starting to show some signs of being interested in our slice of the market. We're waiting for the first assault."

"Well, I'm looking at any way we can reduce our costs," I said. "That includes maybe closing some distribution points and consolidating our shipping. It isn't the only solution, but it's on the table again."

"Did I tell you about the bloke I talked to about China a couple of weeks ago?" Doogie said out of the blue.

"Not that I recall."

"I was on my way to Montreal and this geezer sitting next to me had just got off an Air China flight from Beijing and was on his way home. We got to chatting and he starts to tell me about his strategy to compete with the Chinese. Anyway, he isn't really competing with them. He's just come back from signing a joint venture with them to produce some kind of parts that he will buy and assemble in Quebec. I forgot what they were. Some kind of machine gears or something.

"Anyway, he was about to get a right thrashing from the Chinese if he didn't do something, so he buggered off to Beijing to talk to the government gits about finding someone to make parts for his company. Shit, they opened the bleedin' door for him. Put him in touch with three or four manufacturers and nearly paved the flippin' road for him. They're also negotiating fully assembled components for some of the cheaper items.

"Well, it got me to thinkin' about it. Could we do something like that? You know, maybe get parts made in China and assemble them here? That should help make us more competitive don't you think?"

"Yeah ... it might at that. We'd have to think about how we wanted to do it, but it's a strategy all right. The thing is, we'd have to set the specifications and standards and make sure they could meet them all the time. We'd get killed if they sent us poor or inconsistent quality."

"No doubt about that," he agreed, "but from what I hear, they're gearing up to improve their quality right across the board. They know they've got to be spot on in the technology stuff."

I took a sip of my beer as I thought about his suggestion.

"Doogie, would you be willing to work with me to put a presentation together on the concept. I can't run some of the numbers without costs, but it's the concept I want to explore. We're buying a fair amount of components from outside suppliers now, so we know what those costs are. We might not have enough time to seek out Chinese suppliers and vet them for quality, but we can at least get started. There's a trade commission office in town we can meet with too."

"I'd love to," he said strongly. "Be a damn sight better than the doom and gloom of worrying about what's to come."

"That's my thinking too. It's going to be a joint venture for us too, Doogie. It's got to work for marketing as well as manufacturing."

"I like the way you think, Cameron. Let's do it. What can I do to get started?"

"Can you get me some examples of Chinese equipment already in the market? We need to have a look and see what their strengths and weaknesses are. We should have done this a while ago, but I guess we didn't really take them seriously until lately. Talk to your guys, too. Get their opinions. They may have some ideas as well."

"I'll get on it Monday morning, sharpish."

When I arrived Monday morning, Siobhan was at her desk as usual.

"Good morning. Can I see you in my office when you're free?" I asked.

"I'm never free, but always available," she giggled.

"You're in a good mood this morning. Have a hot date this weekend?"

"No," she said emphatically. "Sassy phoned me and told me about your conversation with Doogie."

"How the hell can we get involved with people who call themselves Sassy and Doogie. They sound like cartoon characters. Anyway, since you two are now BFFs, what did she have to say?"




Delayed Reaction



"She said, and I quote, 'Brilliant!'" Siobhan's laugh was contagious. I was really pleased that she and Doogie's intended were good friends. It was also good to see her spread her net a little further. The combined good humour of the couple was irresistible and that's what I enjoyed the most. 

"So Sassy approves of Doogie's strategy then, does she?"

"Of course. When you endorsed it, Doogie knew he was on the right track."

"Jeez, don't tell me he's taking marketing advice from me?"

"Not as such, but Sassy says his motto is 'no good idea should go unstolen.'"

That brought a laugh from me, even knowing I'd heard it more than once before.

"Well, you're getting me off to a good start this morning, young lady. Let's have a look at our schedule, then we can talk about our special project."

By noon hour we had sketched out a task list for the "Chinese Project" as it was tentatively titled. A quick phone call to Doogie reminded him that this was to be top secret. We didn't want anyone stealing his thunder. He would be making the presentation and I would be backing him up. I was pumped with the idea that we could come up with something positive to present at the planning meeting.

We had less than three months to put a proper presentation together. That was almost no time at all considering everything that had to be done beforehand. I made an appointment with the Chinese Trade Consulate to discuss technical manufacturing opportunities and you would have thought I was offering to let them buy the province. To say they jumped on it would be an understatement. The next day I had an appointment and when I arrived I was treated like a dignitary, not an ordinary vice president.

The meeting consisted of me and four officials of the consulate. The guy who was the spokesman for the group, Chung Yee, spoke flawless English and that was a relief. We didn't have to go through the laborious process of using a translator. They were very formal, offering tea as we sat around an octagonal table. 

"How can we help you, Mr. MacDonald?" Chung Yee asked without preamble.

"My company is examining the possibility of working with another firm to produce precision parts for our equipment. Companies in your country make similar machines but as yet they have had little success in North America. It was our thought that by combining our marketing strengths with your manufacturing we could help one or more of your companies to obtain business through our firm without having to enter the market cold."

He nodded his understanding.

"The only considerations," I continued, "would be the ability of Chinese manufacturers to meet very demanding specifications, deliver product in a timely manner and, of course, be competitively priced."

"Those are not insurmountable objectives, Mr. MacDonald. Our manufacturing sector is constantly renewing itself to meet the new worldwide standards of quality. We have already established our capability to meet volume and timing demands in other areas of the market. Of course, our competitive pricing is also well known."

"I was hoping that you could help us identify appropriate suppliers that we could visit and interview to find their interest."

"Of course. That is exactly why we are here today," he smiled. "First, we will need to know what types of items you wish manufactured and in what volumes. Secondly, we will need to know if there are any proprietary items that you would need protected. The days of piracy have harmed our reputation in the electronics business and we are dedicated to building secure partnerships that are free from that danger."

"That's very good to know and a relief as well. I will confess that is a concern."

Again, he nodded.

"I've brought some drawings and specifications with me," I said, passing a folder and two memory sticks to him. "They are generic and nothing is proprietary, so feel free to distribute them as you see fit. I hope it would help you in finding potential partners."

"You have come well prepared and that is a good sign. With your permission, we will forward these documents to our Beijing office. I would expect some replies within a month, no more. Will that be soon enough?"

I smiled. "It will. Thank you for seeing me today and if you have any questions, I'd be happy to answer them if I can."

"We did some background examination of Emerald Precision Instruments after you called. You have manufacturing in Canada, the United States and England. Will you require parts for all three of these plants?"

"Yes. The specifications will differ for our European customers, but this project is designed to supply all three plants."

"The reputation of your company is quite good. Quality appears to be a significant factor in your success. It will mean we will have to be very selective in choosing potential partners for you."

"I'm glad you recognized that. You're quite right. We charge more for our products in some cases, but our customers have an expectation of quality that we rely on."

For all intents and purposes, the meeting was over. The other three men hadn't uttered a word to me, Mr. Chung, or among themselves. They had sat silently but alertly. I wondered if they'd understood a word we'd said until I noticed a very small earpiece in one of the men's ears. A hidden translator?

I left the consulate with a hopeful feeling. They seemed to understand our needs and were clearly interested in furthering our request. I just hoped they genuinely understood the need for quality and consistency.

"How did it go?" Siobhan asked immediately as I returned to the office late that morning.

"As well as could be expected. Let's you and I get together with Doogie for lunch and I'll go over what was said."

We met Doogie at our usual lounge-restaurant. It was usually quiet and lightly populated on a Tuesday and today was no exception.

"Well, Doogie, we've got the ball rolling. The Chinese are definitely interested and will get back to us within the month with some candidates for us to review."

"Crikey, Cam. You don't muck about do you?" he grinned. "We don't have a lot of time. Just throwing it out as an idea won't work. We've got to have as many facts and figures as we can get to grab their attention."

"Right," he said quickly. I could sense his enthusiasm and a touch of excitement about what he was now considering his project.

"What happens when we get that list?" Siobhan asked. I had a feeling she already knew the answer to that question.

"Then I will have to go to China and decide who among them is best qualified to meet our specs."

"Can you do that on your own?" Doogie asked.

"I can, but I won't. Wray and John need to know the reason. It might cause some upset with Wray, but I'm hoping he can see the wisdom of it. The more I think about it, the more I believe this is the best way to protect ourselves."

"Good luck with that," Doogie said, looking a bit less optimistic.

"I'm counting on John to be my principal sponsor for this project. He's got the most to gain or lose if we just let the status quo remain in place. If I know John, I think he'll let me put this together with you and see what comes out of it. It isn't a hell of a lot of money to spend for something this important. I think he'll see that."

I could see Siobhan nodding her agreement and I caught a more positive look on Doogie's face as well.

"Of course, I'll need you there as well, Doogie. After all, it is your idea and you are the guy that's going to make the presentation."

I almost laughed at the look on his face. Siobhan did in fact snicker briefly. 

Chapter 4 The Chinese Solution

It had taken only three days to wangle a meeting with Wray and John. I had fended off Wray's questioning about what the specifics of the meeting were by promising him it wouldn't embarrass him and it would be integral to our planning process. The last thing I needed was his second-guessing the strategy before it was even presented. He reluctantly agreed and set the meeting up for Friday afternoon at two o'clock. Not the ideal time, I thought, but I'd take what I could get. 

Doogie was visibly nervous as we walked down the hall to John Hoffer's office. We'd both been there before, but not together and not for something as major as this shift in policy we planned to propose. I had thought about including Siobhan, but decided not to on the basis that it was an informal preliminary proposal and the formal part would come later.

There was a tendency to underestimate Doug Cruickshank at Emerald. Perhaps it was his ever-upbeat personality, or his quirky English vocabulary, or something else altogether. A number of my peers didn't understand what he contributed to the operation and dismissed him as a bit of a flake. I knew better. 

He was bright, well educated, and crafty. When I thought about it, I realized I had been set up by him on this project. He had barely returned from his Montreal trip when he dropped his "oh by the way" comment about the conversation with a seatmate on the plane. He'd had some time to think about the concept and probably discussed with others outside our organization to see if there were any flaws in the strategy. The seemingly innocent conversation between Sassy and Siobhan was not accidental either. He wanted an ally and knew my P.A. was the best route to me. No, I'd been set up, but I didn't mind at all.

It wasn't like it was an original idea. I'd thought about going offshore for components, but I was looking in the opposite direction. I had been thinking of The Czech Republic or Latvia as possibilities. I had already discounted Germany, Italy and Spain. Either the economy was too risky or the costs were prohibitive. In the end, that's what stalled the concept for me. The Czechs and Latvians were too costly to make it work.

Japan made no sense for the same reason. Besides, they were already farming out their work all over the world. I had almost decided to investigate the options in Korea when Doogie mentioned China. Korea could be my fallback position. There was no doubt we could find a suitable manufacturer, but Korean costs were rising as well and were beginning to rival Japanese. No, China looked like the best bet for now.

"John, Doug came to me with a concept that I thought was worth investigating. Our concerns about offshore competition, particularly Chinese, are becoming realized. They aren't there yet with their quality or technology, but they are catching up fast. We're really vulnerable to them if we don't do something that will head them off.

"I know we've talked a number of times about cost cutting, but your mandate from the shareholders is to grow the business. We won't do that by shrinking. We need a strategy that will not only protect us from competitors, but will allow us to expand our markets. Doug and I have begun to look at an alternative plan that may bring us what we want. I'd like him to tell you about it."

I saw John and Wray's attention swing immediately to Doogie. If he was nervous, he hid it masterfully. He began by telling them about the conversation he had with the executive on the plane and then the conversations he and I had discussing the possibilities and our options. I could see Wray squirming in his seat, about to pounce I thought. He didn't and I wondered if it was because John was paying rapt attention to Doogie.

When he was finished his preliminary comments, Doogie turned it over to me.

"On my own hook, I've had a meeting with the Chinese Trade Consul to explore the possibilities of a supply or joint-venture option," I said, thinking this might bring about the end of the meeting. 

I saw Wray's eyes grow big again but John was completely absorbed in my remarks. Again, Wray apparently thought better of interrupting, but he was visibly uncomfortable now.

"They have agreed to provide us with a list of potential suppliers based on some generic specifications that I've supplied them with."

"What!" Wray exploded. "Do you mean to tell me you provided them with our specifications? How the hell could you be so stupid?" He was really hot now.

"I gave them only generic items that several of our competitors use. Nothing proprietary was offered. Our name was not on the specs or the drawings, so they have no way to know the source."

"This is crazy. This is playing right into the enemy's hand," Wray shot back, looking daggers at me.

"Cool down, Wray," John said calmly. "If Cam is right, they don't have anything that they can use against us. Why did you give them that, Cam?"

"I needed some cost information to go with the supply details. We need to know that the savings are enough to justify the effort to use an offshore supplier."

John was nodding. "Makes sense," he said, not looking at Wray. "What's next?"

"They've indicated they'll get back to me by the end of the month with their list. At that point, I'd recommend I go to China to look at the various possible suppliers to see what kind of facilities they have. I want to be sure they can do what we need them to do."

"I'm not in favour of this, John," Wray said, still red-faced from his earlier explosion.

"With all due respect, Wray," I said before John could respond, "I see this as the only likely option to head off what could be a disastrous competitive situation in the next two or three years. Doing nothing is not an option. Shrinking the business down by cutting operations will, at best, only hold the line temporarily and it will inhibit growth. If we want this business to not only survive, but thrive, we need to think beyond traditional boundaries."

"You're absolutely right, Cam," John said. "But it also begs the question: how quickly can we make this happen?"

"I don't know that. A year I would guess. Part of my reason to go to China is to find the answers to those questions."

"Have you budgeted for this trip?" Wray asked, knowing full well I hadn't.

"No," I admitted, "but I don't think an investment of a few thousand dollars is too much to find out if this is a solution to our concerns."

John was nodding again. I was sure now he was onside with the proposal. Wray, however, was another matter. He was angry that I had essentially shown him up. It wouldn't make me his favorite employee any more. But then again, he wasn't my favorite boss.

Doogie has sat quietly watching this little drama as it played out. Gone was the perpetual smile and happy-go-lucky demeanour. He was worried, particularly about Wray.

"Bugger me, Cam. Your boss looked like he was about to spit nails there for a bit."

"Yeah. I didn't do myself any favours in there today. On the other hand, I really believe this is our only likely chance to hold off the competition. Wray isn't a risk-taker. Never has been, never will be. How many times have we gone over the 'Consolidation Plan' in the last three years? It's the same story over and over again. It won't work for more than a year or two, then we'll be right back where we are now and nothing to show for it. Your presentation said it all. It's our only clear road to growth, not to mention survival."

We walked into my office and immediately Siobhan was up and following us in.

"Well?" she asked, looking at both of us.

"Approved," I smiled.

She clapped her hands together and let out a small "hooray."

"Cripes, girl, you should have seen your boss. I reckon old Henderson is having six kinds of fits right now. He was all set to shoot Cam down and Cam kept coming back with guns a-blazing. John was siding with Cam, so Wray was right narked that this wasn't going his way." 

Siobhan had her hand over her mouth and a look of horror mixed with surprise about her. 

"Oh, Cam. I hope Wray doesn't punish you for this. You took a terrible chance with him."

"Had to be done. Once I realized I believed in the concept, it had to be done."

"You're a braver man than I am, Gunga Din," Doogie chuckled ruefully.

It wasn't twenty minutes before Wray called me into his office. I was ready for an unpleasant session and steeled myself before I approached Donna.

"He's in a nasty mood, Cam. Be careful in there," she warned.

"Thanks. I'll survive it," I said, hoping in fact I would.

I walked into Wray's office. He looked up at me and motioned me to sit in front of him.

He ignored me for a few moments and I looked at him carefully. He was a fairly tall man, over six feet, a wiry frame with a shock of grey hair and a florid, rugged complexion. I seldom saw him smile and when he did, it seemed forced and never in his eyes. I doubted I would be seeing a smile from him at this meeting.

"I thought we had an understanding you wouldn't embarrass me, Cam," he snapped after looking up at me. "I'm not very pleased with your stunt this morning. What do you have to say for yourself," he snarled, leaning back in his thick leather chair.

"I was there to support an idea of Doug Cruickshank's that I thought had merit. The actions I took cost nothing and may lead to something important to this company."

"I don't call a junket to China nothing. As far as the Chinese go, I don't trust them. They'll steal the gold out of your teeth if you let them. And I'm damned upset that you've given them our specifications and drawings. You had no right to do that without my permission."

"Would you have given it?" I asked without thinking that I was challenging him.

"Hell, no! Let the bastards figure it out for themselves. But it's too late now, isn't it. You've already done it. Let me tell you, MacDonald. You haven't done anything to enhance your reputation today. I'm not going to sit back and let you do whatever you please just because it suits you. From now on, if you want something, you come and see me first. I'm not going to be ambushed by you in Hoffer's office again. Got it?"

"Yes sir," I said, wishing I hadn't.

"Go on, get out. I've seen enough of you today," he growled.

Well, that was fun, I thought as I left. Donna looked up and me and gave me a rueful smile with a shake of her head. She'd probably heard the whole exchange. I didn't mind. She wasn't a gossip and was clearly in my camp. She was exactly the kind of executive secretary anyone would want.

As promised, the Chinese got back to us at the end of the month. I met with Chung Yee briefly to pick up the list, but he had a surprise for me.

"Our Ministry of Industry has supplied a list of possible manufacturers that can meet your needs. I have had them listed in order of most favourable. Our ministry would be pleased to supply you with a translator and transportation to the factories of your choice. You will be guests of the Peoples Republic while you are there."

"Oh ... well ... thank you. I didn't expect that. That's very generous of you. Please thank the ministry for me."

"You are welcome. We are pleased that you will consider our manufacturers as an important supplier to your company. Do you know when you will be able to travel?"

"No, not yet, but I will decide in a day or two and let you know when I can be available. The sooner the better if that isn't inconvenient for you."

He smiled, as he had several times during our discussions.

"Excellent. I look forward to hearing from you. Also, we have a reception for a number of Canadian companies doing business in China. I would like to offer you an invitation to attend."

"I'd like that very much. When is it?"

"Two weeks from Wednesday at five in the afternoon. Would it be possible for your president to attend?"

"Mr. John Hoffer is the Chief Executive Officer of Emerald," I said with a grin. "I would be very pleased if you sent him an invitation. He is very interested in my project."

"Excellent," he smiled broadly. "We will look forward to seeing you then."

"Thank you, Mr. Chung. I'll let you know about the timing of the trip soon."




Delayed Reaction



I bowed the traditional bow and left his office. This time, there was just Chung Yee in attendance. The other men were nowhere to be seen.

As I walked back to our office I thought an invitation to John Hoffer would be a way for the two of us to meet some people already doing business in China. It would give us some contacts that could be exploited to see what pitfalls or problems might arise. It seemed like good insurance. If they sent an invitation to Wray Henderson I was sure it would end up in the "round file." No matter. John was the man who counted.

I already knew I wanted to go to China before mid October at the latest. That would at least give me a month on my return to put the numbers together and see if our project made economic sense. 

"You'll be in charge while I'm away, Siobhan. I'll keep in touch with you and Doogie to let you know how I'm doing. I'll also keep Wray informed by e-mail, but I'll send you a blind copy. Keep them in a separate file, just in case."

"Just in case what?" she asked with a worried frown.

"Not sure. Anyway, the more we have in writing the better I'll feel."

"You don't trust him, do you?"

"I hate to admit it, but ... no, I don't. He's pissed off at me for pulling this off and he doesn't want to do it in the first place. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't try and undermine this project. I don't like being in this position, but now that I've started the ball rolling, I've got to stick with it. It may be a fatal mistake, but at least it will be my mistake."

The look on Siobhan face was one of worry and I hated to see that. She had become very important to me and I was finding myself being very protective of her. I was fighting with myself to deny that it was more than a workplace relationship. I was having more and more difficulty believing it. 

I was really pleased when John accepted the invitation to the Chinese Consul's reception. It was my chance to introduce him to Chung Yee and have him interact with several of his contemporaries who were already doing business in China. He stayed much longer than I expected and was involved in a number of different conversations, as was I. I learned a lot that evening.

The next morning my phone rang not long after I had arrived. It was before the switchboard opened so I was sure it was an internal call.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, Cam. I just wanted to call and let you know how valuable that reception was for me last evening. Thank you for arranging the invitation."

"You're welcome, John. I'm glad you got something out of it."

"Yes, I did. When are you planning to go to China?" he asked.

"The first week of October, if that can be arranged. Chung Yee will let me know in a day or two."

"Good. The sooner the better. I think you've got something important on your plate. The people I talked to last night put to rest some of my concerns about dealing with the Chinese. I'm sure you were hearing the same things as well."

"Yes, I was. I just hope I can find one or two suppliers that we can rely on. I've done the preliminaries on their costs and they look very favourable."

"I thought they would. Oh, and let's just keep this conversation between the two of us for now."

"Yes, of course. I don't think Wray's particularly thrilled with my plan, but as long as you approve I'll go ahead."

"You have that approval. Try not to step on him too hard, Cam. He's been around a long time and change is very difficult for him. That's just his nature."

"Yes, I understand. I'm just glad it isn't your nature, sir."

He laughed. "Good luck in China, Cam."

Siobhan and Doogie met me at the airport arrivals area when I returned from my two weeks in China. It had been a long and tiring flight, but I was elated with what I had seen and had said so to both of them by phone and e-mail. My e-mails to Wray had been positive, not to upset him but to settle him. I had briefly considered sending blind e-mails to John, but thought better of it. No need to give him the impression I didn't respect my boss, even if that was the case.

"How are you, Cam," Siobhan said as she greeted me with an unexpected hug. 

"I'm fine. Tired, of course. Doogie, Siobhan ... I think we've got a winner. Let's go home and get a good night's sleep. We'll meet tomorrow morning and I'll go over everything I've got."

We walked out arm-in-arm. I was on a delayed high with the success of my trip. I had not only found at least two viable suppliers, but I had seen some amazing plants that I didn't expect to see. The image of a backward nation trying to enter the twenty-first century was dispelled almost immediately. The plants I saw were state of the art and fully capable of producing the quality and quantity we needed.

Doogie drove and I sat in the back seat, talking incessantly about what I'd seen and how impressed I was with the new Chinese economy. My enthusiasm was contagious as Siobhan and Doogie both asked many questions about what I saw and where I went. I was operating on adrenalin at that point and could feel that it was about to run out. 

When Doogie arrived at my apartment building, I was grateful that he and Siobhan helped carry my bags up to my apartment. I thanked them very much, pleading fatigue for not offering them a drink. I would see them in the morning, but perhaps not too early. I really needed a good night's sleep to begin to counteract the jet-lag.

Strangely, I was up at my usual time, but decided to forgo the exercise room. My energy level was down and I didn't want to make myself ill from exhaustion. I was going to have to pace myself for a day or two to get back on local time.

I arrived at the office only a few minutes later than my usual time and wasn't surprised to find Siobhan already at her desk looking her usually bright and lovely self. I had become so used to her being there that I took it for granted. I shouldn't have, but I did.

"Cameron MacDonald, what are you doing in this early?" she demanded. "You're at least a half day out of synch."

"I slept on the plane," I fibbed.

"Did you? That would be a first." She'd been on enough flights with me to know that I didn't sleep on planes.

"Well ... I dozed."

She gave me a look of disbelief, then gave up the argument. 

"I know Wray will want to see you this morning. Are you ready for that?"

"I suppose. I kept him informed by e-mail, so there won't be any surprises. Actually, some of his replies seemed to indicate he is softening his approach. Maybe I'm winning him over to our side."

"I sure hope so," she said seriously. "You've put everything on the line for this project. I'd don't think I could handle it if we failed."

"I have no intention of failing. My trip was better than I expected as I told you last night. I've taken some pictures of the plants I was in and I'll use them to make my case with Wray. I'm just wondering if John will want a report too."

"I hope so. He's on your side from what you've told me. I hope your report reassures him."

I looked at her with fondness. She was a spirited young woman who, without doubt, was on my team. Her loyalty was unquestioned and I felt her full abilities were still untapped. I remembered her comments when I first interviewed her. She saw her job as a stepping stone to an executive position at Emerald. In my mind, she had already established her credentials.

Dougie arrived shortly afterwards and we shared a coffee as I filled them in on my trip. I had downloaded my pictures onto my laptop and used the endless hours on the flight from Beijing to label them before I was unable to remember one plant from another. I took the usual sightseeing pictures, of course, but I kept them separate. 

"I wish you guys could have been there," I said as we worked our way through the images. "It would have knocked your socks off to see how modern and sophisticated these plants were. I was told to expect them, but until I saw them with my own eyes I wasn't ready for just how far they'd come."

As I flipped through the pictures on my large desktop monitor, I could see Doogie becoming more and more confident in our strategy. I could almost hear him working on his sales pitch to the troops next month. I was sure he'd have them up for the game. 

True to form, Wray called and asked me to meet with him at ten o'clock to review my trip. I downloaded my pictures into two memory sticks, one for Wray and one for John when I got the opportunity to pass it along.

"So, how's the jet-lag," my boss asked affably. 

"It's there all right. I won't be staying up late tonight, but I should be back to normal in a couple of days."

"Good. Your e-mails said you were pleased with what you saw and that you took some pictures. I'd like to see them."

"Right here," I said, passing the memory stick to him.

He plugged it into his desktop immediately and brought them up. I had labelled them for easy identification and they were in date order from the beginning of the trip. 

He didn't say anything as he began to scroll through them but the look on his face showed surprise. This wasn't what he was expecting to see.

"The two plants I was most impressed with were in Zhengzou and Huainan. They aren't far apart and have good rail and road access. Huainan isn't a big city, but it's growing very rapidly. Zhengzou is much bigger and well established, but it too is growing. I talked to a couple of regular travellers to China and they say that every time they go to Shanghai or any of the other big cities, there are new buildings that weren't there a year ago. The growth is amazing."

Wray was nodding, fascinated with my pictures. I had taken some close-ups of equipment with my guide's permission and I could see he was impressed with the sophistication and complexity of the equipment. All of it was Chinese developed and built.

As he finished going through the pictures he leaned back in his chair. 

"You're convinced these people can do what we need done?" he asked sternly.

"Yes. I've seen enough and talked to enough North American businessmen to convince myself that they have the equipment and skills to give us what we want."

"You realize it's your neck on the line, don't you. I won't be able to save you if you're wrong."

I nodded. I didn't have any illusions about Wray going to the wall for me.

"Well, I'm still not sold, but apparently John is. I assume he's going to want to see these pictures and talk to you, so I'll let him know you're back."

"Thanks. I'll be available," I said, rising and getting ready to leave.

"Is Cruickshank going to be ready to make this presentation at the planning meeting?"

"Yes. We'll be working on it over the next three weeks. I should have some better numbers before we present our plan."

"Very well. I want to see the numbers and the outline before you present it. I don't want any surprises."

"Understood," I agreed and left his office.

Well, I didn't have his ringing endorsement, but at least it wasn't as negative as the last go around.

"How'd it go?" Siobhan asked immediately as I returned.

"Not bad. Better than I expected, in fact."

"Good. You didn't need a battle right now. You look exhausted still. Why don't you lock yourself in the office and take a nap. I'll hold off the dogs until noon," she said softly.

I sighed. It was a good and sensible idea. "Yes, Mother," I agreed. 

I walked in, closed the door and slumped on the leather sofa. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and as the movie title said, I was gone in sixty seconds.

Two hours of sleep did me some good, but I was a bit groggy when Siobhan gently prodded me awake just before one o'clock. She'd put a tray with a sandwich, a carton of milk and a large chocolate chip cookie in front of me on the coffee table. 

"Thank you. What's on our schedule this afternoon?"

"Nothing. When you finish your lunch, go home, go to bed, and don't come back here until tomorrow," she said in a no-nonsense voice.

I looked up at her with affection. "Yes, Mother."

I got a nice smile as she turned to leave. I ate my sandwich, drank the milk, stuck the wrapped cookie in my jacket pocket, grabbed my briefcase and coat and left the building. Mother knows best.

Chapter 5 Expect the Unexpected

I needed another ally in my quest to sell the Chinese Project to our people. I was confident that John was on my side and even Wray had ceased his criticisms for a while. But, like any other corporation, there was an inescapable component that I needed to include. The money man. In this case it was the money lady, one Lynda Powell, CFO.

"I'm quite cross with you, Cameron," she said sternly after I'd sketched out the strategy and where we were at. "You've given me very little time to do what's necessary for the planning meeting."

I was concerned for a moment, but then could see that while her words were sharp, the look in her eyes was anything but.

"However, it's nice to see someone come to me with a plan that will push this company forward instead of retreating into a shell."

I nodded and smiled. We were on the same page almost immediately.

"I've got some more numbers coming this week on landed costs of specific items," I said, "so we could slot them into our existing cost models and see what they give us."

"Yes, as long as there aren't any unknown costs to be considered."

"Such as?"

"Shipment delays, shortages, dock strikes," she said, shrugging.

"They're giving us pretty strong assurances that they won't have any problem meeting our needs within our schedules. In talking to some of their customers, they are telling us it isn't a problem. As far as a dock strike goes, they'd just divert to Seattle and truck the containers up here."

"Good, you've at least thought about problems like that. Now, what do you want from me besides updated costs?"

"I was thinking maybe a side-by-side comparison of finished cost to show what it would mean to the sales people. They're the ones who have to sell our products. They'll tell us quickly enough if we're on the right track."

"Yes, that's easy enough to do," she said, thinking about something else I suspected. "What about growth? What would be possible if you had a market advantage for say ... a year or two?"

"I'm not sure. That's a question for Doo ... I mean Doug Cruickshank. I'm just an operations guy," I shrugged.

"You're a little more than that, Cam. Tell Doogie ... that's his nickname isn't it? Tell him I want to talk to him about that and ask him to come prepared. I want to give him some tools to do a real selling job on this project."

"Thank you, Lynda. I really appreciate your jumping on board."

"Next time, come and see me sooner. I hate to get all my development information from John," she smirked.

I was surprised, but I shouldn't have been. "How long have you known?"

"The day you met with John and Wray. John was sure you'd need some hard numbers to work with. I've been waiting for you."

"Mark it up to a stupid rookie mistake, Lynda. I should have included you from the very beginning and I won't make that mistake again."

"You're forgiven ... provided you get those numbers this week," she smiled.

I felt relieved and yet chastened by this woman. She was in her fifties, married almost thirty years to a successful artist, Darren Powell. Like her, he was brilliant at his chosen craft, extremely well read, possessed of a lively sense of humour and he loved his spouse passionately. They seemed on the surface to be opposites, but they were anything but. I kicked myself once more for not including her right from the start. Thankfully, John had covered for me.

"So how did your meeting with Lynda go?" I asked Doogie as he plunked himself down in front of my desk.

"It was a bomb," he grinned. "Clary nearly shit himself when Lynda gave him the projected earnings from sales growth."

I'd been around Doogie long enough to know that "a bomb" was good. Clary, was Clarence Woolfolk, our Marketing VP.

"Clary's been nattering at me for weeks to give him the skinny on this plan. I've held him off until now, but you can put him in the "sold" column as far as I'm concerned."

"Well done, Doogie. I think that puts us well on the road to being ready. How are you coming with your presentation?"

"Bloody good until Lynda threw that projected profits spanner in the works. I've got some more work to do now ... not that I mind," he grinned.

"This is going to be a very different planning meeting from the ones I've been at in the past few years," I observed. "I just hope our people get as excited about it as we are."

"Too right," he nodded.

"Well young lady, are you ready for this?" I asked as we walked down the hotel corridor to our meeting room. 

Siobhan smiled at me and nodded. "I'm really looking forward to this, Cam. All the work you and Doogie have done to spring this on the people has to be worth it."

"Well, you were right there with me every step of the way. You know everything that I know, so if I stumble or lose the plot, I'll look to you to rescue me."

"Okay. I'll try and be prepared," she promised.

The morning session of the meeting ground through the numbers for the year-to-date and the year-end projections. I was only barely paying attention except for our numbers from operations. I had asked Siobhan to present the distribution numbers while I looked after the manufacturing numbers. I wanted to get her better known among the troops and I also wanted to see how she handled herself in front of an audience. I had no need to worry.

"Well done," I whispered as she returned to her seat. She nodded her thank you and looked pleased. She had got through it without a hiccup and had handled a number of questions from the audience with ease. I was proud of her.

The lunch break signalled the end of the current year review. After lunch we would begin the plan for the next year. In talking to Wray, Clary and John, who chaired the meeting, we thought it best to present the Chinese Project after the afternoon break. I was pretty sure that would wake the audience up and get their full attention.

Only a handful of people knew about our strategy, but after lunch a couple of those people, Lynda, Clary, and John, couldn't resist hinting that we had something in the wings that would change their thinking. I could hear some of the murmurings as these little tidbits were dropped, but I didn't think anyone had guessed what we planned.

It was just 3:15 that afternoon when Doogie stood in front of the assembly and turned on his lap-top projector. The first slide read "The Chinese Solution" in Chinese style typeface and had the background of an illustration of a traditionally dressed Chinese man bowing toward the audience. Doogie just couldn't resist, but he had everyone's attention.

Doogie stood up there for the next hour and just blew the audience away. When he was done, there was dead silence for a few moments until the sales manager from Chicago stood up and began to applaud. Within seconds that was followed by several other sales managers and people joining the applause until by the time it took to stand, the entire audience was applauding.

Doogie stood there transfixed. He had no idea how to react. Oh, he was happy all right, but he stood frozen in place while all the applause was going on. It took a while for it to die down. I thought he would walk off at that point but he didn't.

"I'm sure you lot think this is all my doing," he said, with a serious gaze out over the group. "Well, it ain't. I might have mentioned it to someone and then that someone mentioned it to someone else and the next thing you know, here I am.

"Cameron MacDonald is the reason this has happened. He, and his boss Wray, and John, and Lynda, and Siobhan Mulcahy, and Clary have all made it work. But it was Cam who grabbed the idea and took off with it. I was just lucky enough to be the bloke that gave you the good news," he smiled. "I'm glad you liked what you heard. That's plenty good enough for me. Thanks," he finished and walked away from the podium.




Delayed Reactions



Christmas time around our house was always spent near the tv, and it was the one time of year my parents called a halt to their usual daily arguments long enough to celebrate. This year though things had changed slightly. This year dad had gotten snowed in while on a business trip and he wouldn’t be able to catch a flight home until the day after Christmas. 

My mother and sister were both very down about having a Christmas without dad, I couldn’t say I was thrilled about it but it would mean that I was the man of the house this year and the one to play Santa the on Christmas Eve. We had this usual tradition that dad would sit in his chair all dressed up in his Santa outfit and then he would have us all sit on his lap and tell him just one present we had really had our eye on that year. It never failed the next morning our present would be there. So even though we all knew Santa wasn’t existent anymore it still left a little magic to this holiday for us. The funny thing was dad had never gotten that one gift he had his eye on and we knew it, he would get the traditional items like ties, gloves slippers and something for his tool collection that he rarely if ever had used. 

This was my chance to fulfill quite a few longtime dreams and fantasies I had if I played my cards right. I called dad at his hotel and talked to him for a little while to work out a few details and then managed to get a hold of a few of my own business contacts I had made working for the old man to ensure my own gift to the family. 

“James come down here honey, it’s time for the eggnog and movie,” mom called up the stairs to me. 

“Be right down mom,” I hurriedly replied as I finished putting on the Santa costume after digging it out from dad’s hiding place.

Slowly I walked down the steps to take the place in his chair, my mother and sister both laughed and giggled as I approached them obviously having already started on the eggnog my mother had made. She always went a bit heavy on the rum, but since the time my sister and I had become adults we had never complained. 

“Oh so we have a new Santa in the house,” Amy, my 20 year old sister teased.

“No young lady, you just have a well rested Santa at your disposal this year. Come on girls before the movie starts come sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what your little heart’s desire.”

Mom was the first to approach and as she leaned in she whispered that her desire to me, “I would really love to have my husband home, and also that little diamond bracelet I had my eye on all summer at Tiffany’s,” she said as she sat upon my lap.

I don’t know why but it was then I noticed that my mother’s robe had fallen open just a bit and I could see in and down the swell of her breasts to the succulent nipples that were hardening under the silky fabric. I quickly tried to regain my composure and told her Santa would do his best and ushered her off my lap before she had a chance to notice my cock hardening beneath her.

That was a mistake I soon realized as my sister immediately took up her place on my lap. She wrapped her little arms around my neck and whispered in my ear how she wanted nothing more than that vibrator from the catalog she had shown her mother, and a pearl necklace. As she whispered the words pearl necklace her hand reached down to grasp my hard cock and I felt her stroke up and down for a minute or so before releasing me and lying down on the floor. 

I had been given a glimpse of my sister drunk before and she was definitely on her way now. But I still wasn’t sure if she was just being a bit naughty with her words or if she had meant to convey truly erotic images into her brother’s head. 

“Oh, and Santa,” my mom said as she looked at me from her seat on the couch, “the real Santa always comes to tuck me in at bedtime on Christmas eve, this year should be no different.”

Now, I will admit the thoughts that rushed through my mind were all of the lecherous sort. I had images of my mother nude and thrashing beneath me, her legs splayed wide, her full breasts with there erect nipples pressed against my chest. I knew my cock was rising and the girls if they had glanced would have been able to see it adjusted my Santa pants enough to try and hide the sight.

Prior to watching the movie I gave dad a call and asked him where he had hidden this year’s special gifts. He told me that where they were and that I could find mine later that night if I was really good and thought about it. I hung up and went to secure the gifts and hide them in my room before changing clothes and heading downstairs. Once down we started the movie and drank a little more eggnog. I watched as the movie was about halfway through both my sister and mom were laying on the floor in there silky pajamas now and I could see their tight ass’. My mind went back to the lewd ideas I had been having and I knew that it was going to be a long movie if they didn’t move soon.

It was then that I saw my mother lean over and whisper something to Amy, I couldn’t hear but they both turned around and giggled as they looked at me sitting there on the couch in my sweatpants and t-shirt. That was when mom announced she was a bit tired and that she was going up to bed, she kissed Amy and I on the forehead and then gave me a wink and said she would be waiting for Santa to come tuck her in.

I took that as my cue and told Amy to pause the movie or go ahead and finish it either way I would be back in about half an hour, I lied telling her I had a quick phone call to one of my friends to make about a report that was due when we got back to school after Christmas. 

“Alright James, just hurry up I don’t want to miss Santa coming,” I noticed the emphasis she put on coming as she spoke, “and not delivering me my presents.”



As I walked into the bedroom there sat my mother, what was strange to me was she was in just a thin wispy pair of panties and a matching bra. I had managed to quickly slip into the santa suit and, figuring mom would be impatient for me to come into her room I had nothing on beneath. I had decided that I didn’t want to be changing back and forth with sweats on the whole time. 

I slowly walked up to her sitting on the bed and asked her, “Have you been a good girl this year young lady?”

“Well, Santa,” she said with a naughty smile, “I have been a good girl but I think that I have more than likely ended up on the naughty list. You see I enjoy naughty things so much better than being a nice girl.” 

I could barely contain the smile beneath my faux beard and knew that my cheeks did indeed right now have that rosy tint that Santa was always said to have. I went to stepped a little closer to my mother and told her that it was time to tuck her in. As I slipped the sheet up her body she flung it away from her and in that instant I saw a flash of naked nipples and a hairless pussy that I had long fantasized about. 

My mother never said a word only grabbed my beard and pulled me down reaching down beneath my red pants and grabbing the rigid shaft beneath. I don’t know what overcame her or what was coming over me but I wasn’t about to let this chance slide right by me. 

I quickly slid my hands down her body as I came face to face with her and kissed her deeply. My fingers slid between her widespread legs and I felt the warmth radiating from her pussy as I pushed between those swollen lips below. 

“Yes, Santa son, take your father’s place tonight,” she begged and ordered at the same time while stroking me. 

As I moved down her body, pulling away from her kiss, I felt swollen nipple brush past my lips and I caught it and started to bite down hard bringing a moan from my mother that was extremely erotic to my ears. As I pulled away to disrobe I felt a pair of hands behind me tugging down my pants. My ears and mind didn’t play tricks on me as I had feared when I turned enough to see my naked sister there on her knees helping me out of my Santa pants.

She never needed to say a word as she wrapped her little hand around my prick and stroked it as I fingered our mother not two feet away. Slowly Amy pulled away and swung between my open legs and looking up at me started to pull my cock down towards her open mouth as she licked my balls and reached up to rub my stomach. Mother was meanwhile going crazy as I fingered her. She was panting and begging me to fuck her and when she sat up just enough to see what was going on she smiled and said she understood the delay, that it was the same for the last two years. My sister had been getting into Santa’s pants too, damn where had I been all this time. 

Amy pulled away from the brief cocksucking she was doing and flashed mom a smile. “Oh, mommy, you know that I love Santa’s cock just as much as you do and considering that this is James first year I wanted to help him out a little bit and give him an idea what he is up for during the rest of the night.”

With that she pulled away and slid up between our mother’s outstretched legs and put her tongue right up into her very core. “MMM,” they both panted as I watched my sister eat her mother’s pussy for the first time. She didn’t seem to hesitate at all so I’m guessing that this was a regular occurrence. Just as it had begun my mother decided Amy would be the recipient of my cock first tonight. “James, fuck your sister as you watch her eat mommy’s pussy.”

Who was I to complain, I slid behind my sister and grabbed her hips and without hesitation pushed the head of my cock inside her tight hole. At once I was surrounded by the wet and warmth of her horny little snatch and she was soon moaning as she sucked on our mother’s clit and pushed her hips back against me. I wasn’t going to last long and before I could even complete that thought my cock was spewing its warm contents inside my sisters womb. 

“Oh god yes, James, I love being cum in,” she cooed.

She slid down from our mother as I pulled out my cock and I immediately felt two sets of hands below my waist. Mom and Amy both were stroking me and keeping me erect...What more would happen? 

I guess you’ll have to wait for installment 2.



Delayed Trip



Aaron grabbed Rosa by the arm and spun her around the room when she thought she was going to walk out of that door and leave him trapped inside of her house again. Her Louis Vuitton hand bag and carry on case fell helplessly to the bedroom floor. He threw her down on the bed and pounced on top of her before she even had a chance to breath. Rosa was five-foot-seven and barely hundred and thirty pounds. Aaron was a tall and thick black man with hard arms and a chocolate face. He grabbed her slim wrist with his thick fingers and pinned her down on the mattress. 

"I don't have time for these little games boy. I have work to do. Now be a good little boy and mommy will bring you something back from her trip." "There are no boys here, Rosa, only one horny man that you have been dominating long enough. Did you think I was going to stand by again and watch you go out of that door and into the arms of another man with out taking what's mine?"

Rosa tried to rise up but his heavy weight and newly developed strength forced her back down on her back. Aaron pulled her arms up over her head and held them together with one hand and took his other hand and ripped every bottom of her expensive satin blouse. 

"Oh my god," Rosa screamed. "This is a five hundred dollar satin blouse. Are you crazy?"

Yes he was. Aaron was crazy and insanely jealous. He knew there was some one in San Diego that occupied here time and that he was just her Chicago project that she tortured and bossed around for her amusement. "Don't you do it, Aaron." Rosa warned. "I swear to god I will cut your dick off if you rip this bra."

Aaron did it any way. He raked his big hand down her breasts and tore her lacy pink bra off of her body. He'll never forget that look of bewilderment on Rosa's sweet Latin face. He lowered his chocolate face and buried it between her honey brown breasts. She wanted to resist but his mouth warm and wet tongue got the best of her. "Umm... Aaron, stop it. Please, or I will miss my flight." Aaron didn't care. He took her bra he still had in his big black hands and wrapped them around her wrist. She couldn't believe he had the balls to bond her wrist together. She was at his mercy. He pressed her breasts together and licked her erect nipples until she moaned out my name. 

Seconds later, he freed his thick erection from his jeans. Rosa had a look of utter surprise on her beautiful honey brown face. "If you suck my dick until I come. I will let you go and you can still make your flight on time." Rosa was beside herself. She wasn't use to me barking demands. That was her job but Aaron had the upper hand and her long, spirally hair rolled up in his fist. He took advantage and pressed his swollen black cock against her luscious pair of lips. "Open you mouth." Aaron demanded in a strong voice. "I want you to suck my dick hard and fast and I better not feel one tooth mark or I will hog tie you down." Rosa looked up at him with fire in her eyes. His sexy little Latin, French diva had finally achieved what she set out for. She released the beast in Aaron Moore. He felt like an animal and wanted to ravish her. Rosa groaned as he stood over the bed and rocked his hips at a frantic pace. He held her bonded wrist and jerked on her hair and Rosa was forced to accept his thick cock jolting deeper and deeper down her throat with each thrust of his hips. He wanted her to gag and felt a since of accomplishment when streams of saliva dripped down her chin. Rosa sucked and slurped, stroked his penis with her tongue in an attempt to make him come faster but he was full of passion and ready to release his fury upon her.

"What are you doing? You said that you would let me go if I made you come."

"I lied." Aaron said proudly. "Did you think I would send you into the arms of another man with out filling your pussy up with my come first? No, I will send you to San Diego sore and well satisfied." "Okay, that's it." Rosa screamed. "I'm tired of this shit. Let me go now!" Rosa tried to sit up on the bed but he tackled her down to the mattress. He moved to the end of the bed where Rosa tried desperately to kick him in the face but he grabbed her ankles and threw them over my shoulder. He reached for her pants and snatched apart her button. "Aaron stop," Rosa begged as she tried to plead with him. "You knew what you were getting into. I told you worked out in San Diego. I told you that I was seeing some one else when we met." Her words only added fuel to the already white hot fire that burnt inside of him. Aaron jerked her slacks down passed her hips and snatched them over her buttock and threw them on the floor.

"I don't care what you told me before. My body has promised you forever. Isn't that what you are always telling me after I come inside of you? Well, I'm about take that promise again and again until my body can't mustard another one." Aaron jerked aside her lacy thong and pressed the tip of penis at her pink borders. He felt her wetness. Aaron knew all along that all of his rough play turned her on. Rosa was a freak like that. Her blood ran hot with the passion of Latin and French desires. "Oh shit..." Rosa groaned as the tip of my penis brushed up against her moist lips but didn't break skin. "What are you waiting for? Stick that big dick in me baby."

Rosa wanted it but he didn't grant her the pleasure. Over and over again Aaron rocked his hips and pushed his swollen head into her lips with out penetrating them. He felt Rosa's will weaken to his desires. He heard her groans. He listened to her pleas for dick but he wouldn't until he was ready. 

It was his turn to be teaser. He grabbed his thick cock at the base and made her feel the weight of my hard erections as he slammed it down on her soft lips. That was the first time he made her body jerk. Her long curved legs moved around on his big shoulders. Rosa demanded that Aaron fuck her now but he was in control. He teased her and slapped his penis down on her lips again and Rosa released a deep belly moan. "Take me Aaron. Take me please papi." He granted her wish and slowly pushed his big eleven inch cock inside of her. He gave her a chance to adjust to the girth of his erection before he plunged his thick penis as deep as it could go and tore through her walls in an explosion of stiff strokes. 

It felt so damn erotic to stare down on Rosa's half clothed body and see what he had done to her. Her blouse torn open and her wrist tied together by her own bra. Aaron leaned closer to her and placed his thick fingers around her slender neck and jerked so hard between her well defined thighs that Rosa started speaking Spanish. Maybe she thought it would make me explode faster but he was focus. Aaron's thoughts concentrated on each and every foul thing she had ever said to me. It strengthened his resolve and thickens his erection. "Oh god, Oh god, Oh god... "Rosa groaned as she bit down on her lips.

Her pretty honey brown face broke out into a river of sweat as he took pleasure in the fact that he ruined her make up and hair. It didn't matter. She wasn't going anywhere. Not that day. Aaron made sure of that. He lowers his body down even closer to her and used both hands to grab the edge of the mattress.

"Who's a fat cow now? " Aaron asked as his curled fist pressed down into the mattress. 

He was a thick body guerilla and his chocolate covered banana jack hammered through her with the force of a stampede. "Aaron, Aaron, Aaron..." Rosa cried out with her legs stretch high in the air. "You are crushing me. Oh shit... You are an animal, papi." Aaron was. He was a two hundred and thirty pound ape with big arms and a huge eleven inch dick. He humped her like a dog in heat. They fucked so hard and fast that the top mattress started to pull away from the box spring. "Fuck me like a wild animal." Rosa screamed. "Take me from the back." Rosa buried her face in the pillow and waved her pretty honey brown cheeks high in the air. She wanted him to go in deep. He grabbed her wet hair and pulled her head back so that he could kiss her lips and taste her remaining lipstick. He let go of her long wavy hair and got down on one knee and bent at the other.

"Ooooooo...." Aaron groaned when he pushed his thick cock deep inside of Rosa.

He pulled out his thick black cock and slapped its weight down on her firm, well defined cheeks before he aimed it at her tight little brown button. He made her take every thick inch as he squatted above her on both feet and pushed his thick chocolate body violently into her bun hole.

"Oh my god," Rosa cried loud. "You are beast fucking me." Rosa breathed hard. Aaron grabbed her tamper waist and slammed my big body into her tight vagina with the force of thunder and lighting. 

"Ugh, Ugh, Ugh...." Aaron groaned, grunted and sweated. On his mind were all her abusive words and antagonisms. He jerked her long slender arms and folded them behind her back. Aaron had untied her wrist so that she could comfortable get into the doggy-style position. He held her foreheads together and made her groan for mercy. "Do you like beast fucking me?" Rosa asked and groaned. "Does this ass feel good on your dick?"

Aaron found his sexual swagger that day. Rosa and Aaron fucked for hours. They engaged in a steamy, animalistic lust feast for two days straight. That was the beginning of the shift in their relationship. Rosa hand fed him fruit in bed and rubbed his back and shoulders after sex. When they slept, Rosa wanted to be held in my arms. He drove her to airport a couple of days later and she gave him a slow wet kiss before handing me one of her credit cards.

"I love hard Aaron. I know you think of me as a cold hearted bitch but I want the security of having a strong man by my side like any other woman. I want you to have fun while I am gone and when I return things between us will be different. "

Rosa got out of the car and called for a sky cap. Aaron drove off in a full body dark blue BMW 750i with the pin number to Rosa's credit card and all of Chicago at my feet. He didn't want her to go but he knew she had to attend to her modeling agency out in San Diego. Aaron pulled off from the O'Hare Airport and took a long drive through the city of Chicago. Chicago was such a big, cold city but this Saint Louis man was learning her secrets by the day.