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Downtown

By: thewinesnot



Day I

I step into the elevator and press "down," checking my tie in the mirror. It's a little crooked so I tighten it up and give myself a little smirk. Lunchtime! And no clients I have to entertain. Today I get to choose my own restaurant! Where to go? Chipotle is always fun, but crowded. Jimmy John's is tasty, too, though a long walk. The women who work in the US Bank building are always cute so the walk should be worth it.

Crystal Court is beautiful with the sunshine, littered with beggars and billionaires. The woman who panhandles in a bikini is over on a bench. Her take has to be better in the summer. Outside is so nice that I decided to risk the construction while I head down seventh. A few blocks, an escalator ride and I'm standing in line. Looking ahead I see this beautiful woman looking at her watch. Tight sexy body, flowing silk blouse and a tight thigh length skirt. She fits downtown, what one coworker calls "Downtown Motivation." I let my eyes wander. The whole get up is sexy professional, right down to the three inch heels.

She checks her text messages. I try to look over her shoulder, pretending to look at the menu but really trying to see what she's typing. Looks like something to her boyfriend. Angry. "I dressed special because you were coming to lunch." But her eyes flicker and I quickly look at the menu as she looks at me. Does she suspect?

I fiddle with my Blackberry, trying to be self absorbed and diminish any suspicion. Completely ignoring her eyes I type a text to a buddy of mine asking if he's going to be at our Satellite office later. Her eyes are burning, I can tell she's still looking at me, maybe my phone. So I continue the text and tell my friend that this incredibly hot woman is standing ahead of me in line. She turns back toward Jimmy Johns and I see her hip slide to the side, creating a sexy suggestive pose.

My Blackberry gets returned to my pocket and I look around and slide closer to her. Nervously excited I sidle closer to her, rotate and slide a few extended fingers across her smooth, skirted ass. Her mouth twitches into a smile. Emboldened I cup her ass cheek in my hand, squeezing. I feel her lean back into my squeeze. I lean forward and kiss her earlobe then whisper, "Good afternoon, Beautiful." Our eyes and her eyes twinkle. She is very attractive and smiles back, "Good afternoon."

My hand encircles her waist as we look at each other. I jerk my head to the left and she nods in assent. We slip out of line and she takes my hand. We wander down the skyway, Right in the middle, I turn, my hand reaches out and caresses your cheek, and over the street I press my lips to yours in moist kisses.

I lead you to Rand Tower, and from there across Marquette in the skyway. There at the abandoned shoe shine spot, I spin around and we press into each other. Lips, arms, hands, curves. I sit you up on a chair and my hand slides up your stockinged leg and I feel you shiver but your kisses get more intense. My fingers find the soft material of your panties and the slight dampness is the final betrayal. I feel through your underwear and press your panties into your pussy. You moan as someone walks by and you clam your legs together around my hand. It's obvious what I'm doing, but the large blonde woman just smiles and winks as she passes.

The hall clear, I pull your thong down and stuff it into my suit pocket. My fingers abuse your wet slit unabated, curling inside you. My thumb brushes your clit as my tongue rapes your mouth. I can feel your body begin to spasm and your pussy clenches around my fingers in a powerful orgasm. Your kisses become broken as you strive for breath, you squirm on the chair. A minute, two pass as you come down from your intense experience. I feel you smile as you begin straightening your skirt. I withdraw my hand and suck on my finger, tasting your sweetness. You stand. "Thank you, sir."

I look, hopeful, "What's your name? And lunch tomorrow?"

"Sure. See you at noon. Here. Hope you like a box lunch. Maybe I'll tell you tomorrow."

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Day II

I'm leaving my seminar at the Radisson, walking through the skyway across to City Center when I recognize the hair and tush in front of me. Can it be the woman from the shoe shine yesterday? I get closer and confirm that yes, it is you. Remembering how things went at Jimmy Johns, I brush my fingers across the side of your ass as I pass beside you, muttering, 'Good morning, beautiful.'

Your face lights up in an enormous smile. Good! You are happy to see me. I certainly am delighted to see you again, you woman of mystery. I meet your eyes and reach out and take your hand. Turning around, I lead you back to the radisson, into an elevator and press three. The instant the doors close our mouths hungrily consume each other. Your lips delicious upon mine. The elevator stops, and we walk out, you adjusting your skirt, I adjust my pants which have now become too tight in the crotch.

Exiting, my hand rests comfortably upon your ass, squeezing and caressing it. A coat closet is on the left and we duck in. The kisses recommence and I slip my hands up your skirt. You kick the door closed - partially - and I pull your panties down. 'Another for your collection?' You say, and stick them in my suit pocket.

You reach down and unzip my pants, freeing my throbbing cock. 'Hmm, so that's what you keep in there. I want him.'

'You drive a hard bargain, lady. But I might be able to accomplish that!' I grin back, caressing your breasts through your blouse.

My fingers find your moist slit, a digit caresses your clit while another curls inside you. I nibble on your neck, biting gently, and I feel you grow excited. You pull my hand out and lick my fingers. 'I like your fingers, but I need something bigger.' I lift you up and slide my cock up inside you, filling you and feeling you compress around me. We both exhale, releasing our joy and sexual frustration, desire compelling us and fear heightening the pleasure. The excitement builds, the tension mounts and we both explode in sweaty happiness.

I offer your panties back to you and we furtively look around, grinning like children. Adjusting ourselves and our attire, I ask you to lunch and you accept.

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Day III

Standing in City Center , looking over the railing, I nibble on the Mystery Woman's neck while securing the blindfold on her. "I hope you find this fun. I know I'll be enjoying myself."

"Whatever you're planning, the blindfold better be worth it, Stranger Boy."

"Perhaps!" The blindfold is secured, the small red knot in the back of her hair looks silly, but would anyone notice the knot? The distraction of a blindfolded woman being led through downtown skyways should be enough, I would think. Irresistibly, I lean forward and gently kiss her lips. "Let's begin!"

I take her by the hand and head across sixth street through the skyway and press down in the Plymouth Building elevator. My hand plays patiently with her hair, a finger tracing across her forehead, lifting and then touching her nose. "Beep," I laugh.

"Someone's having too much fun. Are you sure you know what you're doing?" She is nervous but her nipples resist her blouse. I hope her sense of adventure rules out.

"I'm quite sure I know what we're about to do! And you do not, which raises the heightened sense of excitement. Or so I hope."

The elevator ride is swift, and soon we are entering the restaurant. I pull her by the hand, insistently but without urgency. The Matre'd recognizes and bids me follow him. The back room is set and the two guests are already mingling around the edges. Monique smiles as she sees the attractive woman with me and I know I have chosen well. Her companion is attired in a long coat and refuses to look me in the eye, instead appears to fix her look at the buttons on my dark blue suit. The door closes and things can begin.

"Where are we?" The nervousness has relaxed, but the sense of play is still strong.

Whispering with my lips grazing hers with every syllable, "All in due time, darling. You will know all in a short time, but for now, you must be patient." My fingers begin undressing her. I don't want her knowing that others are there yet. I drape her blouse over a near by chair, then turn to unclasp her bra. The temperature had been raised per my request, but the goose bumps are still noticeable as skin adjusted to the new exposure. I remove her skirt and kiss my way down her neck to the firm breasts rising up and down gently as she maintained composure. I curl my thumb and fingers inside her thong and pull it down. She has already kicked off her shoes and now she stands naked before the three of us. I pick her up and lift her on the table.

The tablecloth is actually a blanket for warmth, but I doubt she realizes that. I lay her down flat on the table and secure her feet in bondage clamps that Monique's girlfriend Nicki hands me. I step away from the table and Monique secures her hands above her head. She is now firmly secured as the table decoration. I trace my hand up the inside of her thigh, avoiding anywhere too sensitive but firm enough to warm her skin. Nicki removes her jacket revealing a collar with a hook for a leash, a black apron and white french cut panties.

"Indeed. Well, my dear, it is time for secrets to be revealed."

Monique and I sit opposite each other, each positioned at the naked, curved waist of the tabled woman. Nicki stands at the head of the table and removes the blindfold. She looks our captive in the eye and says, "Good evening. My name is Nicki and I am your waitress this afternoon. You are the table. And Rich and Monique are your dining companions."

A Gewurztraminer is poured, light and grapefruity. Monique and I make small talk, drinking in her curves and folds. Nicki brings out the sushi and begins to lay it out with style. Sushi rolls aggregate in between both breasts. Sashimi is draped around the nipples, but the nipple itself remains seen, just one more pink piece of flesh on her body. A small clump of wasabi rests high on her stomach. Draped between her thighs are delicious rolls and directly above her pussy itself is one long piece of sashimi.

Dinner commences. Nicki kneels next to the table waiting for our wine glass to be filled or for anything her mistress commands. Monique reaches out, intentionally I am sure, and attempts to lift her nipple with the chopsticks. I see the flesh stretch painlessly and and see my mystery woman's mouth contract as she bites her lip in pleasure.

"I think she liked that," I point out.

Monique's swift chopsticks reach for the piece of sashimi, she pinched it, but instead of lifting it, she begins grinding it into her slit. The tension is strong, I see Nicki's fingers are pinching her nipples even as I'm adjusting my cock in my pants. Monique lifts the piece of sashimi to her mouth and bites half of it. "I wonder if she's hungry at all?" she says as she lifts the piece of fish to our captive's mouth. She opens and eats it eagerly. Monique turns to Nicki and commands, "Clean the fish oil from between her legs."

Nicki stands and walks to the end of the table, sits in the chair between the legs of our squirming woman and begins kissing and licking the inside of her thighs. I dip some sushi in soy and wasabi and eat it silently. Monique sips her wine and smiles as she plays with the bare nipples in front of us. Our captive writhes under Nicki's talented tongue, being licked, eaten. I see Nicki's mouth wet with juice and I drizzle a little wine where her tongue meets the skin. At that moment our captive woman explodes in orgasm. I stroke her head, running my fingers through her hair as I bend over and kiss her lips.

"Thank you for dinner, my darling."

"You're welcome, sir."

Downtown at the Sewer



Mmmm.. Vodka and Mountain Dew. A "pregaming" favorite for me. Sipping out of a Wendys cup as I light one of my Swisher Sweets on the walk downtown, I wonder what the night has in store. The sewer has always been a favorite bar even though most my friends think its a dive, Maybe that's why I like it... Its real.

Its slow tonight.

That's ok really, I just want to drink and be out of my house. I wonder if it counts as drinking alone when you are surrounded by other people also drinking alone....

"You're fucking cute!"

My thoughts are interrupted by an obviously drunk older woman sitting a table away from me.

" Its good you are over there." 

She continues..

"Who knows what I might do if you were over here.."

I've never been the type to go into a bar to pick up on women. Its not my thing, I figure if a girl is interested she will strike up a conversation.

I guess this counts as striking up a conversation so I decided to get up and sit at her table. 

"I'm sorry, what was that you said?"

I barely finished my sentence when she practically attacked me shoving her tongue into my mouth. I like aggressive girls, and being buzzed and lonely this was great. 

After she unattached herself from my face she leaned back into her chair with a little smile and a giggle. She had short blonde hair kinda messy in a planned out sort of way.. overall a petite woman in sexy little dark dress showing some nice cleavage up top and her slender smooth legs down below. She had her legs crossed in her chair and idly swung her foot as she appeared to be sizing me up much as I was with her.

"Sorry about that hon..." she said sounding very unconvincing in her tone.

We chatted about random bullshit between buying more drinks and small bouts of frenzied making out. At first look on any other day I would have thought of her as a "hot mom" and probably continue on with other thoughts. But the more we drank and I would watch the little things about her, the more and more I wanted this woman. The sexy, shy smile that seemed innocent, but also hinted at something so far from innocence.. Those lips I wanted wrapped around my cock, her intense eyes that kept practically screaming "FUCK ME!" Her beautiful petite feet so nicely manicured adorned with a toe ring encased in sexy open toe shoes.

"Last call! close out your tabs and get your cards people!" 

Holy shit! the entire night had slipped away chatting and flirting with this woman. After closing out both our tabs we walked out to the street. Leaning in for a final goodbye kiss for the night before I started my drunken walk home she whispered in my ear " I'm parked over across the street.. would you mind walking me to my car?" I gladly agreed and we crossed over and went into the dark parking lot in back of the buildings. Her minivan was the only car in the parking lot and just the fact it was a minivan made me chuckle a little to myself about the "hot mom" thought I had earlier in the night. Suddenly she was attached to my face again pushing me into the side of her van aggressively kissing me and breathing heavy in a real sexy way. Her hands ran slowly down my sides and finally ended groping me through my jeans, rapidly making me hard. She obviously noticed this as she undid my belt and dropped down taking a good half or so of my rapidly growing cock into her hot, wet mouth. God damn could she suck dick...

Sucking and slurping bobbing her head up and down my throbbing cock right in the middle of the parking lot. Almost as if she heard my thoughts, she took my dick out of her mouth and while slowly jerking it,looked up at me and softly whispered, "Maybe we should take this inside...." I just nodded stupidly while she lightly flicked her tongue on the underside of the tip of my cock a little smirk present on the edges of her mouth.

Climbing inside the car and sitting in the passenger seat I leaned back, my cock throbbing, aching for more all while still glistening with her spit. She walked around the car and got in the drivers side throwing her clumped up panties in the back seat. "They were totally soaked anyway!" She exclaimed when I looked at them and smiled. Leaning across the seat she brought her face real close to aching cock. So close I could feel her warm breath on it. She was obviously teasing me, but I didn't really mind. She tickled my balls a bit and licked up and down my cock making me want her mouth around it even more. Watching her with her back arched, ass up, head in my lap I ran my left hand up her inner thigh to her soaking wet pussy lips. As soon as I brushed my finger along them she moaned and went slightly limp making my cock brush across her cheek. 

She wasn't lying! She was totally soaked and my finger was getting quite wet running up and down her pussy teasing her. Finally with a moan she shoved most my cock into her mouth and started sucking hard and fast. Feeling my nuts tap her chin and her moaning muffled by my cock filling her mouth was really turning me on. I responded by effortlessly slipping 1 then 2 fingers up inside her while circling her clit with my thumb. Not much longer after that I felt her pussy spasm on my fingers and her stop the pistoning action on my cock.

Balls deep in a attractive strangers mouth while she cums on my fingers... I could feel I was close too. She could obviously tell as well, since she backed off leaving only my tip in her mouth as she swirled her hot tongue in circles all the while rapidly beating me off.

I shot a thick spurt far into her mouth and she didn't even slow her tongue action or her pumping on my cock.

The 2nd and 3rd spurts were much smaller but the tell tale glisten of cum was present on her lips and hand that was jacking my dick at a slowing pace. Finally when I stopped cumming she sucked on me a little longer, looking up at me with that little smirk growing on the edges of her mouth again.

Girls who gladly eat cum is a huge turn on, and the way she carefully licked my cock clean and then licked her fingers and lips of any cum residue had me semihard debating another go at it.

Noticing this she giggled and made some comment about needing to hookup with young guys more often.. They stay hard and taste better.

With that she kissed me, the taste of my own cum still faintly on her tongue. She offered me a ride home, but I declined preferring to walk after a long night drinking. We kissed goodbye and I haven't seen her around since.

Even though I don't even know her name and she was older than I usually go for, she still gave some of the best head I have ever gotten.



Downtown Fun



It was late and we both have been working way too much... so we needed some relief. My wife's group at work was having an after hours get together to celebrate the completion of a large project and were heading to a downtown bar. I had called her to tell her I was tired and heading home and she said that she would miss me, so I told her to have fun without me as I normally attended those functions.

Well after getting out to my car and driving home, I took a shower and felt a little better. I thought I would surprise her tonight! Little did I know it would be me that would be surprised. It was about 2 hours after we had talked and I am was sure she had already had a few drinks and wow was she fun with alcohol in her body. I was looking forward to the night at home and the fun we would have.

I parked in the lot next to the 8-story building and walked in the lobby as the bar had big windows that lined the wall and doors in to the bar. The lobby had huge plants and trees and since I was trying to surprise her, I sat behind one of them and peered through the branches to see what view I had of her group. I did not see a large group but smaller ones and a few couples through out the bar. Then I spotted her. She was sitting next to Bill from her group and she had mentioned him several times as one of "the guys" that seemed to hang around and linger at her desk when she wore one of her shorter business suits with a skirt. Tonight she was wearing my favorite red suit... then I remembered seeing her in it that morning and tried to run my hands up her silky legs as she brushed her hair at the mirror but we just ran out of time.

Back to that night downtown. She was smiling and they were talking and she had that look in her eyes... the one I get hard just thinking about and it was happening now as I saw her legs close to his and then his hand seemed to stray down her lap to the edge of her skirt as she closed her eyes and grinned in his direction. There was a wall next to them that conveniently blocked the view from the rest of the bar and they were taking advantage of that. I was shocked when I saw the line of her skirt edge slowly move up her thigh and his hand seemed to move with it. She was obviously enjoying the way he was making her feel. Then he put his hand on her chin, pulled her face close and slowly and softly kissed her. It was obviously a good one because it seemed to last several minutes and I know what a kiss like that does to her.

We have had our fantasies about sex with other people but something tells me she was about to take the next step. I was having a hard time trying to be casual as I watched from the lobby and it was not easy as my cock was getting former and warmer by the minute and was feeling very good. I was nervous but so turned on by watching my wife make out with a different man.

Things really heated up quick as they got ready to leave. When they walked towards the front of the bar I made a dash to the car and sat to watch them leave. Her car was back at the parking garage where she worked so they got in his car, which was across from mine, and again they could not see me due to the poor lighting of the lot but there was a streetlight behind them, which gave me an excellent silhouette of their activities. The got in his Lexus and to my shock, the kissed heavily again and then she went straight down to his lap and was obviously providing him with a great blow job and just thinking about her sucking someone else's cock made mine jump again so I took it out and began to stroke it. She has a way of making a blowjob feel like it was her pussy with all of the wetness and warmth of that great part of her body. Stroking and watching her head bob up occasionally and him with his laid back on the headrest and then her motions seemed to speed up and become regular movements as her lips must have been wrapped around his cock. I was thinking about how turned on she gets just talking about doing this with another man and I was trying to imagine how wet her pussy was right now. Then I saw him quickly move his head a few times and she went down for the last moves to force him to shoot his hot load down her throat as she has done for me on occasion. She likes to bury the cock in her throat so it shoots the hot cum deep and does not gag her, and then swallow what remains in her mouth. Then I was overwhelmed by what I had just observed, my dick could not hold it anymore and I felt my cock throb and the hot cum flow. What a mess I made with no one to lick and suck my cum off of me. I cleaned up as best that I could with an old shirt from the back seat. Wow, did I just witness that?

They were kissing one last time and I was sure he could taste his own cum through the kiss. They straightened themselves up and drove away to her car at work. I had a few minutes of a head start to beat her home and get cozy before she got home. Would she be honest with me, as we had always talked about? We always have said that if anything happened we would tell the other one and hopefully be excited to hear about the fun that was had. Guess we will see. Stay tuned for the next chapter.



Downtown Library



I suddenly realized she was smiling at me.

I had the habit of hanging around at the downtown library a night or two a week after work - I realized that all the dark wood and marble in the main lobby agreed with me, as did the quiet. Like a good cigar bar, but without the smoke or the cover charge. Some of my fellow citizens had also figured this out - there were several I'd seen time and time again, and she was one I'd genuinely noticed more than once.

She was standing a floor above me, actually - the lobby where I usually sat to read was open through the three stories of the place, with the stacks of books almost up to the marble railings on each floor. She was leaning on the railing, holding a book open in front of her - thigh length denim skirt, black t-shirt, smiling over the book down at the lobby. From a quick glance around, it seemed like I was the only one in line of sight.

I realized she was holding the book upside down, and couldn't help but crack a smile back.

Her smile widened. She staged a little yawn-and-stretch routine that put some serious strain on the t-shirt, and turned slowly to walk back into the stacks, with maybe a little extra wriggle thrown in.

I really needed to get up and stretch all the sudden. A walk to the second floor seemed like a great idea.

I passed a couple of other patrons as I walked up there - one a lady whose eyes flicked downward as I passed. She doubtless wondered what had gotten me so motivated. Walked to the spot where my new friend had stood, and looked in the direction she'd walked. There she was, at the end of the stacks, still wearing the smile. She'd reshelved the book, apparently, because her hands were empty as she rubbed them down the sides of her breasts, then down her abdomen. Of course I took a step toward her, and of course she ducked into the stairwell door beside her.

I was willing to get mugged over this at this point, and moved quickly (and quietly!) to the door. I heard her giggle from above as I stepped in to the stairwell, and the third floor door opened before I could get up the stairs enough to see her again. Took a deep breath after running up - then through that door.

One eye and half a smile peeking around a stack. And then gone, off to my right.

Still trying to be quiet, not seeing anyone at all on this floor, again I went and looked. And damn near tripped - still the smile, but the t-shirt off and in her hand now. Framed in the sunset of the west window behind her. This time she inclined her head in invitation before she took off towards a corner of the place.

A little more walking would do me good, I thought.

She'd stopped near an alcove designed for reading - or maybe the architect knew just what we'd be doing. (You gotta figure that guys who design libraries always put in at least one good spot to get laid.) Large window from ten feet high to waist height letting in the reddening light, which poured across her standing in the corridor. Standing tall, panting slightly, just a trace of perspiration on her breasts. A wordless challenge and a promise of more.

I held her eyes with mine as I took long slow strides toward her - this was no time to spook anybody. Stopped a step from her, and was just overwhelmed by the picture she made.

She had a nice library whisper. "God, this is so crazy. But I've been thinking about this for a while, and it's so perfect right now. Play with me, please?"

I drew her to me and kissed her, feeling her nipples firm against my chest. Her tongue was sweet on mine, and her hand felt magnificent as it explored between my legs, rubbing down the length of my cock. 

She ducked back into the alcove, apparently unconscious that she was standing topless in front of the city at sunset. As I followed, her hands went to my belt, then zipper, as she guided me toward an elderly overstuffed vinyl chair, provided in this place for the solitary reader.

I helped her slide my pants to the ground, and her hands ran up my torso, easing my still-buttoned shirt up out of the way, and guiding my bare ass to the edge of the chair. Her fingernails traced down the fur on my belly to get to my throbbing cock, and she knelt in front of me, shouldering my knees apart to show me to the world. Well, not the world - the window was shoulder high on me in the chair - but I took a disbelieving second to glance down at the traffic in the street below us, passing by as always.

I looked back down to see her looking up at my face, grinning hugely at the shock and excitement written there. Grasping the base of my penis firmly, she dipped her mouth down over its head - the heat and the wet of her mouth was astounding. She simply stayed there with half my length in her mouth for a few seconds, tongue swirling to soak up what I was leaking for her.

Silently (of course), she rose up off me and leaned in. She traced her tits down my front as her grip on me guided my cock between her breasts. Her saliva and sweat combined to slip me along her sternum nicely, as her hands shifted to cup her tits tightly against me, her thumb and forefingers tweaking her nipples. She just rested there for a moment - I sat extremely tense and still, gripping the arms of the chair. She was staring into my eyes again, and whenever they'd get a little less crazy, she'd shift her weight back and forth just enough to drive me wild again. Her still smiling, and me smiling back.

She felt me starting to shift and grind into her, and drew back, moving her grip to the base of my cock again. Library whisper from her again: "Oh, this is going to be good..." And again she wrapped her mouth around my dick, starting a slow pumping with her hand.

My eyes must have closed for a few seconds, feeling her mouth on me. When I opened them again, I twitched back sharply in the chair - another man was in the alcove with us! He didn't stop to acknowledge my presence at all - he was hastily peeling his sweatpants to the floor, eyes fastened on my new friend's upturned ass. As I jumped, she giggled and pulled back for a moment, eyes again locked on mine. She raised one finger to her lips to shush me, licked those lips into a wicked smile, and went right back to work sucking my dick, spreading her legs and arching her back a bit as she did.

I was still realizing how planned this was as the man flipped her skirt up on her back, and reached between her legs to rub her exposed pussy. (Panties were not in the plan.) She opened her mouth wide and took my cock deep as he touched her, and I felt a tremor go through her as she sucked air past my recovering hardness. And still she didn't make a sound. 

He knelt as well, positioned himself behind her, grasped her buttocks tightly with both hands. He drove forward, tipping her towards me, forcing my cock into the back of her throat. He moved at the pace of a man who'd been waiting too long, and I watched, stunned, as he fucked her hard. His eyes went to the window as mine had done, and quickly began to glaze over.

It wasn't as if she'd forgotten me, exactly... but clearly she was getting as much as she could handle. Our panting and the slapping of his balls against her cunt were starting to get a little bit loud for the location. She tightened her grip on my again-raging cock, and her tongue caressed the underside of my shaft as his thrusts rocked her back and forth. Her free hand tightened on my thigh, and her breath came faster around my dick. I just took in the whole picture, and shifted my hips to get the best (and safest!) position in her I could.

Suddenly her head snapped up, her eyes rolling back, and she ground back into him. A shudder went through her, and her nails clamped onto my leg (ouch). He made a muffled grunt - a library grunt - and his eyes closed as he came hard. I'd have done the same, but she was hanging onto my cock so hard it was impossible... I did get to spend a timeless moment watching her face as the waves rolled through her body, and saw her eyes pop open in surprise as the man behind her gave her one loud smack on the ass that echoed through the stacks.

She came back to herself, and loosened her grip on my poor dick. Bobbing her head on it frantically now, with her hand shifting to cup my balls. I was more than ready - gripping the arms of the chair, bucking my hips a little in time with her rhythm.

I came like a freight train, deep in her throat - I doubt that she tasted a drop.

And that's when the flash popped as well. I didn't care - I was seeing spots anyway. 

I collapsed back in the chair, trying to catch my breath, noting with some confusion that the other man was nowhere to be seen. More confusion as she suddenly stood up, the skin of her chest flushed with her exertions. Reached down to grab something - a digital camera - and fumbled in her skirt pocket for something - a note, on quality paper. She dropped the note on the floor as I struggled to sit upright, with my ankles tangled in my pants. Then she blew me a kiss and was gone, scooping her t-shirt from the floor as she passed. I realized she could be halfway to the street by the time I could follow. Not that my legs were working particularly well anyway. 

So I just stayed there for a few seconds, pulling up my pants, zipping, buckling. Grabbed the note from the floor as I left - somebody had heard that smack, and I sure didn't want to hang around to explain it.

I unfolded and read, walking away, by the light of the nearly-set sun.

"If you're reading this, I thought you were great. You should come back two weeks from tonight.

Meet me back here, and I'll show you how to work the camera, and how glad I am that we played. 

And then I'll go make a new friend, and I want you behind me when I do." 



Downtown to Home Fun



Downtown Fun Becomes Home Fun

Luckily traffic was rather light at 11pm and I breezed home in plenty of time to get in the house, put on some boxers and a t-shirt, relax on the couch with an ice-cold beer. Oddly and something that obviously made me curious was that it was at least an hour later and she was not home yet. Did she have an accident? Or was there more to this little adventure that I had thought?

Then I heard the car pulling into the garage. My heart was racing as I waited for her to climb the stairs and come around the corner in that hot red skirt. This was new territory for us and I was anxious and nervous but my trust in her would shortly be paid back. She said her hello and we met with a warm and intense kiss and I could tell the drinks were still in her system and she was in a very good frame of mind. I took up where I had left off this morning and reached down to feel her silky smooth legs and her black stockings. My hand reached around and under her skirt to grab her panty covered ass and pulled her hips into mine. We kissed like we have not kissed in a long time and I could just tell... that we were going to have some intense fun that evening.

I asked her how the party was she replied with "It was fun... perhaps a bit too much fun" as she looked at me with a sexy smile. This was it. She was going to tell me! She started to tell me the story of their party but I stopped her, fixed her a drink and let her continue. She said that her and Bill had left the party after what she thought was a meaningless kiss but when they got up to go to the car, she caught a glimpse of his slacks and the large bulge that was showing. Something stirred deep inside her and by the time she got to the car and they had kissed again she just could not stop herself and she reached down to place her hand on the cloth keeping his cock inside and ran her hand across the solid shaft of a hard dick and by that time she knew she had to see it... and maybe even touch it.

She said he had not forced her to do any of this and she even paused for a moment before she continued to remind herself of our agreement that if either of us has an affair, to discuss it with the other. By this time my hands were rubbing her blouse on the couch and her nipples were hard and firm through the soft shirt and bra. I asked her to continue and she then told me about how her touching him quickly developed into what she felt from his response must have been one of the best blowjobs she had ever given, or maybe his wife just doesn't do that for him. Anyway, she said that what seemed like 30 seconds later he was straining, holding back and then exploded into her mouth as she buried her face in his lap. His cum was very, very warm and tasted a bit different than mine but she seemed to be proud of herself for swallowing all but a couple of drops. 

Bill then thanked her and asked her if she would like to go somewhere to continue the party and no doubt was hoping for some more but she insisted that she had to get home because I was waiting for her and besides, by now her pussy was so wet and ready to be fucked she could hardly stand it. As she tells it, they then drove to the office garage and swiped the badge to open the gates. Driving in Bill must have been thinking about the quiet empty garage and after making it to her car on the level 3, parked the car next to hers and she said he reached over and kissed her very softly (her favorite way). Once again she felt something inside of her stir and she wondered if he had noticed the scent of her aroused pussy because he then reached down and gently up her skirt to caress her warm and moist lips through her panties. She was in heaven and parted her legs and shifted a bit to where she said her back was against the car door and she was facing him. She must have had her eyes closed and moaning as I have seen and heard her do many times. 

This was a bonus story that I had not expected and. While we sat on the couch and I listened to her talk, my hand had made its way down to my cock and was stroking it slowly, as it got harder and harder as the story progressed. He had by then managed to glide his finger around the edge of her underwear and was flipping the tip of his finger around her clit and she said she was going nuts trying to sit still. Then he proposed the next step and that was to let him return the favor she had given him earlier that night. She paused and hoped that by taking this next step I would still understand but she knew I would, as long as we talked about it. He didn't miss the chance and moved down to begin kissing her legs that she said she had removed her shoes and placed one on the seat and one on the console. The garage was secured and they could easily see if there were another car coming and she kept looking, at least when her eyes were open. 

He started kissing her legs at the top of her stockings on her thigh and moved slowly to the inside and she felt him kissing directly towards her wet and throbbing pussy. She said that when his fingers moved her panties out of the way and his tongue touched her clit, she was so aroused that she came instantly and whimpered with pleasure as he licked and sucked her lips and began to slide his tongue around the edge of her pussy. Moments later when his tongue made it's deepest entry in to her cunt... she smiled at me as she told me this but she screamed with pleasure as her orgasm seemed to last for 2 minutes as she gently squeezed his head with her legs to keep his mouth on her clit and she thinks that she even grabbed his head and pressed it into her and held him there as her cumming had gradually slowed and she was there against the door panting as he crept his face up to hers and they kissed. She could feel and taste the moisture from her body on his lips as their mouths touched. I knew she loved tasting herself like that and I also knew that to this point in the evening she had not had her pussy filled with a nice hard cock and I had just the thing for her.

When she finished her drink, she had finished her story and in a way I was relieved because I had feared that she had already had fun without me. Now I knew our trust was strong and now I was so ready to fill her cunt with my aching dick and I knew that this would be a night to remember, both at home and away. 



Downtown Train



The steam rose from the street girders in lazy, smoky waves. They were mysteriously lit in different sections by the intermittent street lights surrounding the portal to the underground train. I didn't like the gassy, oily smell of the streets as it was; the steam only served to bring that stench up from the blackened streets to the eyes, nose and mouth of anyone within perception range. 

I got a brief whiff of the steam and shook my head a bit, then snorted and wiped my nose with the back of my leather glove covered hand. I didn't have time to care about the ole factory assault of the streets as the train would soon come quickly rumbling through the tunnel with screeching brakes and thundering force. I had to move fast now, or else I would miss her tonight. 

Down the many steps of the portal I quickly descended into the depths of the subway tunnel waiting area. My leather boots clattered on the filthy tiles of the platform and I could feel a bit of sweat running down my back under my white t-shirt, despite the slight chill in the night air. Probably due to my leather vest being so close to my olive skin, separated only by the thin fabric of my cotton top. 

I moved to the end of the platform, at the precipice of the drop off to the tracks, much like all the others who had been expecting the train, and when I leaned slightly over to see the lights of the train growing larger and larger as they approached the platform, I felt my breasts swing forward, my nipples pushing against the t-shirt and the vest sides. 

I smiled to myself, remembering how I had gone bra-less tonight, leaving my usual black sports bra for riding my Harley, at home on the dresser. It was a cheap, amateurish move, I knew that. But, I was getting a bit desperate, in my heart, having to spend night after night for almost a month, watching her ride home with her school friends, and then having to go home alone.

Ever since that first night, when I'd seen her, she'd captured something inside of me I hadn't expected. With her creamy, alabaster skin and dark, loosely wavy hair that ran like a wonderful shiny waterfall down her back and sometimes across her shoulders, I was instantly smitten. Not an easy thing for me to admit, being all leather and motorcycle boots and skull and crossbones necklace. 

We were hardly the two types to come together as a couple...... despite us both being female. I had never been drawn by a girl before, and at first it gave me a start. But her innocence and lace, and the school girl uniform with the men's tie, the pleated skirt and white bobbi socks.... they never left my mind.

As the train intruded its way quickly around the tunnel corner, pushing the rush of air into our faces, I felt my choppy, shoulder length black hair flutter about my face like a shampoo model in some TV commercial. The wind rushed up my leather skirt and cooled me slightly across my upper thighs. While the train made its way toward us, I felt a knot in my stomach as I thought about all the nights I had pretended to just be a passenger and not a creepy stalker on the nightly downtown train.

I had seen all the school boys, and some college boys, make their way over to her in the crowded subway cabin, flirt and chat, and sometimes touch her, and my heart would sink. How easily this delicate beauty could simply wave her hand, or give a quick reply of "Okay, bye." and stop them in their tracks. I secretly told her in my thoughts, That-a-girl! Turn them away, they have nothing that will ever capture your heart. They're just thorns without the rose. Be careful of them in the dark.

Tonight, win lose or draw, would be different. Surely, I thought, she had seen me in the crowd enough times to think of me as just some biker chick who, like herself, rode the downtown train. I hadn't stared at her, or made any strange false moves in her direction. I knew just how to watch her when she wasn't looking my way, and how to casually turn away at the right time without meeting her eyes, as she turned her own head. I wasn't her stalker. I was just another girl on the train. 

I wouldn't mention how many times I had tailed her to her home in the neighboring burbs. To the blue and white brick and wood home she shared with a daddy, who obviously made a good bit of change, and a mommy who seemed like a young church lady type. White picket fences around the yard and a chocolate lab who ran up to meet her as she arrived at home from her parochial high school, finished out the "Rockwell" picture. 

She would be graduating from that school soon, as summer arrived, and I might lose her forever - to sororities and football quarterbacks in another state far away, in the fall. Considering how her ample sized melon breasts stretched the fabric of her crisply starched shirt and pulled the buttons tight, such a future was indeed a possibility. 

In order for those breasts to stretch a shirt for me and not the football team, I had to move fast, confidently, even though girl to girl was perhaps something brand new for each one of us. I never saw myself as a lesbian, or her as one either, all I knew was that my heart ached to love her and my sex burned to be intimate with her. And only her. 

As the train pulled bruskly in front of all the people waiting at the terminal, I went into my physical "I don't care" mode. I tucked the tops of my fingers into the pockets of my "almost too short" leather skirt, slumped my shoulders and lowered my eyelids to half mast over my large, brown eyes. 

The doors swung open and passengers began to disembark in hurried, confused fashion. I let them go by me with an unimpressed look on my face and then, when they were almost done, I pushed past the last few with an ingenuine impatience. 

I grabbed the first post I saw, not wanting to commit to a seat just yet, and swung into a standing position against the doors on the other side of the train. Other people followed me into the cab, and I pretended to be studying them as they entered. Each entering passenger would pull my eyes in one of the two directions of the train and when they did I would capture a glimpse of who was on the train and already seated.

I smiled inwardly as I spotted my obsession toward the front of the cab, already seated with her school girl friends, chatting away, giggling at something funny that they had shared. She flashed that cherry ice cream smile of hers. 

She was here! My breath caught in my throat. My pulse quickened in my neck. Watching her with my peripheral vision, I avoided any direct eye contact, much to my frustration, for I had longed to look into those eyes and see them lock onto my own. I felt my nipples harden at the thought.

Even though there were about twenty feet of other passengers on the train between us, I saw only her in my side vision. She took her hand and pushed the entirety of her long, wavy hair from her back and around her shoulder as she chatted girl talk, and it exposed her smooth, creamy neck. I openly gasped under my breath, and shook my head to myself as I did. How had this happened to a motorcycle-pool hall chick like me? How could I be so drawn to little miss conservative America? I didn't know. It was just the way it was.

After a few minutes of crowded riding, I pretended to have had enough of the public smell of another passenger and threw my hands up in disgust. "God Damn!" I spat. And I gave a complete stranger a nasty look. 

I moved to the front of the train like I was running away from a skunk, brandishing an annoyed look on my face and slammed my back against the door at the front of the cab, rubbing my nose with one hand and looking off into the crowd of people whom I had left by the entrance door. 

She was now seated to my right with her friends, and I avoided looking her way, so as not to give away any pretense. I had to hope she had become aware of me as I had suddenly moved about, and looking her way, meeting her eyes might have given me away in some small fashion. 

Being a woman, I know women, and I know how we have a sixth sense when it comes to subtle clues that someone likes us. We know long before guys usually think we know. Almost immediately. So I had to be careful to keep our meeting natural and in context.

I felt the loose dollar in my pocket with the tips of my fingers and continued to act annoyed, looking off in the distance toward the crowd. Not coincidentally, a small female voice addressed me from the seat of girls next to me. It wasn't her, for she was next to the window, not the isle, but it was one of her friends - which was more than ideal.

"What happened?" She asked. "Did someone fart?" She then continued with a school girl laugh.

Keeping my semi-detached position, I calmly looked over and down at the strawberry blonde in the seat next to me where I was standing, making sure I didn't look up at my muse and meet her eyes..... even though I was fully aware that at this point she was getting a full eye view of me. 

I took a deep breath, pushing my bra-less breasts past the sides of my vest, and out into view and responded. "Some people just don't know what soap is!" 

They giggled at this, and I gave the blonde a smile, then I responded to the rest of the giggling girls by scanning the group. First, the girl next to her, then the girl across from her and then casually I landed on my beauty's lovely face. For a brief, time stopping moment, she and I actually locked eyes. Her golden brown, almost tea colored eyes, gave me a start and my lips parted unintentionally. My breasts subtly rose in the moment. 

Without looking away, I returned to my uninvolved attitude and remarked to them all, "You're a happy bunch. I don't get too much happy. It's nice." 

The blonde asked me, "You're like some kind of biker girl, right?"

I turned to answer her, but slowly. I turned my head sideways keeping my eyes locked for another moment on my object of desire and then reluctantly pulled my eyes away as I said, "I've got a bike. I've been in a few clubs. Not gangs, just biker clubs."

"I hear they are like so misogynist... is that true?" 

I nodded. "They can be. Why, you want to hook up with a biker?" I said with a smirk.

They all giggled again. It was annoyingly innocent and school-girlish and I worked hard not to laugh at them. 

She put her hands to her face and seemed to blush, "Oh, God! My father would kill me!" She gasped.

I moved forward to face the group, trapping them in the seats where they sat, a subtle power move that I knew would not go unnoticed by any of them. 

I said, "Where are you girls from? Some kind of religious school?" 

I moved my eyes among the innocent, slightly made up faces before me. Lastly, I locked again with those golden brown eyes I longed to possess and gave her a slightly lifted eyebrow along with an extra beat of paused moment before returning to the blonde. 

I could smell the mix of shampoo and Chanell number 5 wafting up from their nubile, perfumed bodies. I wasn't crazy about women's perfume, but I had to remind myself that this would probably be the scent I would learn to live with... if things went well.

"We're from Cabrini." My obsession offered up before anyone else could get a word in. I turned to lock eyes with her again, my heart was beginning to leap in my chest.

"What do they teach you there? To be sloppy?" I said to her while eyeballing her up and down. I looked at her precious, pink lipstick covered mouth and then from one golden eye to the other golden eye. The triangle was unmistakable.

She blushed slightly and insisted, "No! Why would you say that?"

She answered with a playful look and curious smile which showed me dimples in her cheeks. I secretly decided to discover if there were also dimples on her lower back, just above each sweetly rounded school girl butt cheek. You know why those dimples are there? That's where one places their thumbs for a better grip. 

I leaned over the group of them, crouching slightly, and with deft hand work removed the dollar bill from my skirt pocket. I reached down with my right hand and touched the ground between lovely's Oxford shoe covered feet. 

I brought my hand quickly back up, brushing lightly on her creamy calf and lifted the dollar bill up to her curious face. I could smell her hair, her baby powder scent and I suddenly was aware of a dirty-sweet sexiness I had not perceived from far away. 

Eyes locked on hers, refusing to give ground and look away, I told her. "Look what you lost on the ground..... that's kinda sloppy."

She focused on the dollar and gasped, "Oh! I can't believe I did that! HA! Silly me!"

She then meekly took the dollar bill from my hand and murmured. "Thanks, I hate losing money."

I stood back up and said, "It does get expensive, Chelsea."

She pursed her lips. "How do you know my name?"

"It's on your little gold necklace." I told her while pointing to my own throat. I then gave her a pleased, closed lip smile.

She touched it with her fingers as though she had forgotten she was wearing it. "Oh, yeah... well.. right..... " She fumbled out.

"So I suppose your name is skull?" She said with a twinkle in her eye while referring to my own necklace made of coral shell which had a small skull and crossbones at the center of it.

"No, I'm Terra. Like terra forma." I said with amusement, as though I enjoyed the unusual jokes that might come with the name.

The blonde then said to me. "You're not going to beat us up, are you?"

I smirked at her, but in a friendly way and replied, "Now, why would I do that?"

The brunette across from her piped up, " 'Cause we're geeks!" Then they all giggled a little bit at the statement. 

"I look tough because I've had to be. I didn't go to a nice comfy high school, or come from a traditional family. I wasn't taken care of. That doesn't make me violent, though." I told them with an even, studied attitude.

Chelsea responded almost immediately with a comforting, almost motherly tone and said, "No, she didn't mean anything personal, you have to believe that.... we just don't usually run into girls like you .... and you seem very different... that's all. No offense."

"Yeah, no offense." They all repeated. 

I kept looking in those golden eyes and said, "You're a real sweetheart, Chelsea. And I'm not offended. I don't usually have chat sessions with 17 year old school girls either."

"Oh, we're all seniors!" The blonde offered. "We're graduating next month."

I looked at the blonde. "So, we're all seniors means....." I started, and then I looked over to Chelsea, ".... that we're all legal?" I could have said "eighteen", but legal seemed a bit more sexy and subtly suggestive.

They all giggled and blushed. "Yeah." The blonde responded, though I didn't look her way. "We're BARELY legal." Then she gave a muffled laugh as though trying to avoid giving away a secret.

I was suddenly aware of my physicality toward them like never before. I stood over them, before them, my thighs bare and my vest hanging to the sides of my breasts which poked nipples toward them from under a thin white t-shirt. With my hands on my hips, scanning them individually and lingering on Chelsea over and over, I felt I owned them. Princess phones and all. I took in a silent moment to let the feeling sink into them, if they had been so perceptive.

At that moment, the train slowed and began to pull into another terminal along the route. Having done this a number of times now, I knew it was Chelsea's stop. I decided I'd not over-do the introduction, and pull back my advance as though I didn't care about her attentions.

"This your stop?" I asked the group.

The train did stop and the crowd stood from their seats to leave before the rush of incoming riders would enter. The girls all grabbed book bags and purses.

"Yeah. We have to go. Nice to meet ya, Terra." Said the blonde as she stood to leave. The brunette repeated her friend's social nice-ity. Chelsea didn't say anything as she stood up and grabbed her things. But, I was acutely aware of her every move as I turned away to let them exit the subway seats and I backed against the door again.

"Yeah, you ladies pass those final exams, now." I reminded them. 

They all went to exit ahead of Chelsea and as she was the last, I gently grabbed the end of her elbow and she turned to look at me with those amazing golden eyes.

I said, "Chelsea, do you like lions?"

She actually turned to face me when she responded. Pointing her breasts right at me. I took a deep breath and held it. She hadn't just smiled or laughed and kept moving toward the door with her friends. She had turned towards me. 

She said, "You mean like the cats?"

I moved slightly toward her, closing the gap between us a bit, but not too much as to give her a reason to fear. 

I said, "Exactly like the cats."

With the crowd and her friends disappearing out of the doors behind us, she replied, "I love lions! Especially the lioness.... she does it all. Has the babies and brings home the bacon."

I inhaled her heavenly breath, sweet and strawberry scented. Her lovely pink tongue danced before my lusting eyes behind straight white teeth and bee stung lips. I wanted to grab her there and now. Kiss her hard. Make her swoon like she never had considered in her whole teen age life. Swoon for me. Swoon for a tough biker chick in her mid-twenties who wanted to feel those hot, fresh thighs wrapped around my waist as she blossomed to a woman beneath me.

"You have eyes like a lion, Chelsea." I told her without breaking my gaze from her amazing eyes.

I knew the game: guy to guy, close, locked eye contact was a threat. But, for a female, intense focus was an arousal trigger. It was important that I not give in to doubt. I mustn't suddenly become nice and considerate of her position. I had to stay locked and aggressive on her no matter how she responded. My heart stopped beating in my chest in anticipation of her next move.

She lowered her eyes from my gaze and with a polite voice told me, "Look.... I'm not a lesbian...." and then she looked up at me sideways as though afraid to offend me.

"I'm not either." I told her without budging. "I still find you amazing."

I stood there waiting for her to run, my stopped heart hoping she wouldn't. The passengers had filled in the subway cab and we were moments away from the doors closing and Chelsea missing her stop. 

She was a few inches shorter and stood almost a hands breath away from me now, but she didn't move away. Instead she just stood there frozen, studying my face with subtle curiosity. 

The passengers forced us to move a bit backward against the front door and we were suddenly even closer. The doors closed and the subway began to pull away. I could hear her friends calling to her as the train accelerated. Neither one of us looked away from the other as the train took off again.

Surrounded by the passenger filled cab, almost face to face, I noticed Chelsea seemed transfixed upon me. I gently reached out and grabbed her chin with my thumb and forefinger and pulled her forward as I pressed my mouth to hers. She was warm and sweet. Her lips voluntarily parting for my tongue to intrude into her hot, young mouth.

At first she seemed to lift her hands to my shoulders as though to push me away, but they never did push. They simply held, and my heart sang as her body rose to meet me and she tongue kissed me back in return. 

When we parted the kiss, we faced each other almost too closely to really make eye contact. I could see her lips were wet with my saliva. She breathed heavily as our beasts pressed together. She blushed and gushed.

"What....?" I said in a close whisper.

"I never do this.... kiss a complete stranger...."

"I'm sure." I told her with understanding. "Much less another girl, eh?"




Downtown Train



"True... but..." She said sheepishly.

"But what, sexy girl?" I asked.

She put her hands on my upper chest and smiled up at me. "But I've seen you on the train before."

"You have?" I asked, knowing full well I had made a point of that happening.

"Yeah... and you're so strong .... independent..... you don't seem to need anyone...."

"And you find that interesting?" I asked while beginning to encircle her waist with my arms, making her escape from my grasp almost impossible. 

Her inhaling of my own breath was unavoidable. The crowd around us seemed oblivious to our actions as the car had filled with people and those around us were facing away from our embrace.

She shrugged. "You're like a lioness. I like lions."

I nodded my understanding and pulled her soft, yielding body toward me once again. I pressed my mouth on hers and felt her melt in my arms. Her jaw went slack as I pushed her mouth open to receive more of my probing, stabbing tongue. It was everything I could have hoped for.

With a wet suck I pulled back from her mouth to see her heavy lidded, half-sleepy half-lusty expression. 

I said softly, "I made you miss your stop. Mine is coming up. I have my bike there in the lot. Come with me?"

"You can take me home?" She wondered innocently.

"I can. But I'll take you somewhere else first, if you'll let me." I told her and then I lightly pecked her mouth with my own.

Breathy, and obviously aroused she replied, "Okay..... I ..... find YOU.... pretty amazing, too."

Hidden by the crowd, at the front of the cab by the doors that didn't open for passengers, we continued to hold each other like lovers, chatting and kissing at the same time. I felt warm and wet between my thighs at the amazing success I had had in capturing her attention and I was increasingly sure that I had aroused something in Chelsea that she had not experienced before as well. 

When we exited the cab at the next stop, we held hands like a couple of kids who were on their first date. I then remembered parts of her confessed attraction and decided to re-instate a sense of aggression.

When we were clear of the street level portal and appeared into the early dusk above the station I stopped, crouched, and threw her bodily over my shoulder. She gasped and chuckled, but I knew it was the right move, because she hardly complained at being fireman carried with her skirt fluttering in the cool breeze, exposing her daisy patterned, pantied behind to the world. 

I trounced with hard boots over to my bike where it was parked, all the while imagining her lovely dark and wavy hair flowing in the breeze behind my back. I took several looks to my right where her exposed derriere right next to my cheek made me even more sexually aggressive and wanton. With one hand I let go of those firm, youthful female legs and pulled those panties down and away from her covered loins and down her legs. 

I then pulled up the moistened undies to my nose and inhaled her sexy aroma. I rolled my eyes with delight. I then shoved them into one of the tight little pockets in my leather skirt. 

I could hear her behind me laughing in embarrassment and begging me not to undress her in public the entire time, but I ignored her protests, and I knew I should. The move was just one more power play to put her under me in my bed on a regular basis. 

I plopped her naked, yet skirt covered ass down on the back of my suped up Harley and she looked up at me with an expression of mixed embarrassment and withheld retaliation. 

She asked, "What are you going to do with those panties?"

I reached down and held that slightly rounded, little girl chin of hers and then ran my hand along the smooth, aquiline curve of her face. She didn't move, but allowed my silent caress. The light, cool breeze made her hair float slightly in the night air.

"They're mine now. My trophy." I told her with an assured smirk.

I then grabbed my helmet from the place I had locked it on the bike and pulled it over my head. I began to buckle it under my chin as I watched her lovely young ass sitting on the back of my bike simply waiting for me to take her somewhere..... maybe somewhere exciting. 

I pulled the helmet off again aggressively and leaned in to kiss her once again. She seemed to enjoy my forcefully pushing her jaw down with my mouth and she hummed in response. Her mouth was wet and sweet. She placed her hands in my hair and kissed me in return. I then pulled away again and threw my leg over the bike.

I cranked it up and the engine roared to life. "Hold on tight!" I ordered. She hugged me around the waist. 

"Don't I get a helmet?" She shouted over the engine noise.

"Sweetie." I replied. "Tonight, nothing is gonna be done right." I then twisted the throttle and the bike took off like a wild animal. I could hear her scream in delight behind me. She hugged me close and placed her head against my back. Her skirt was forced by the wind back and around her waist. This left her lovely young sex to mash against my leather seat and directly feel the merciless vibrations of the machine between her legs. This would be fun!

Racing through the city streets, I weaved back and forth, jumping from the tarmac when small hills allowed me to. We bounced and swerved like a roller coaster and Chelsea squealed and laughed throughout the whole ride. 

If I had stopped to think and consider how incredibly well things had gone so far, I might have fumbled the whole episode. So I didn't. I didn't think at all, I just moved forward, living in the moment.

Instead, I thought about that firm, round buttocks of hers and how close it had been to my line of sight. I wanted to take a big delicious bite of that behind and just keep eating. Eating. Eating. Eating. 

If I kept my approach naughty but not so aggressive that it triggered her fight or flight mechanism, I would be home free. The key was to keep her aroused, and curious, and in the moment as well. If done right, I would indeed dine at the buffet of sexy, young Chelsea.

I dismounted the bike a few blocks from our destination in a nearby parking lot, and turned to see her lovely, fresh face all flushed with excitement. Her hair was wild and spirally around her head. 

I picked her up by the waist with both hands and lifted her up and off of the half seat which was behind my own seat on the bike. She grabbed my shoulders to steady herself, and laughed and squealed as I set her back down on her feet.

I pulled her toward me and crushed her breasts to mine, while kissing her hard again. When I pulled away, she was out of breath and clearly disheveled. I looked her over and then just happened to casually look over at my bike. The half seat she had been sitting on was soaked like I had left it out in a rain storm.

"What the hell did you do?" I asked her with an edge in my voice.

She seemed wobbly on her feet, and lifted her hands to her face to cover her mouth.

"I'm so sorry.... I couldn't...."

"What? Did you....."

"No! No! That's not peepee!"

I put my fists on my hips. "Well, then what.....ooooooohhhhhhhh......." I responded as if realizing that she had cum all over the seat, which had been immediately obvious to me.

"I'm sorry...." She said while holding her pretty cheeks with each hand. "I couldn't help it."

I looked down at her thighs and chuckled. "You're sweetly slick and shiny, love."

"I don't know how to clean it." She insisted.

I shook my head. "It will dry on its own. Leather seat."

I took another moment to regard her and insisted, "Give me your hair brush, or a comb."

"Oh, do I look awful?" She replied. She seemed genuinely concerned that she did indeed now look awful.

"More like, wild and untamed." I told her with a devilish smile.

She pulled her book bag from its place on her back and dug around inside for a moment. She then produced a long spine comb which would work just perfectly for bringing her back to her coifed sanity. She wobbled the entire time. Her knees seemed ready to buckle.

I took the comb from her and remarked, "Are you going to fall down on me? Why can't you stay still?"

"I have to sit down." She said all embarrassed and confused and she made her way over to the bike again. "I'm still vibrating." She then pulled up her skirt and plopped her nude behind back down on the larger seat I had been on. 

I walked over to her and began to smooth out the wired mess of hair that the ride had made of her wavy locks and I said, "That must have been some orgasm."

Her hair was severely tangled and I would need to be careful not to pull on knots and hurt her while combing her out. 

She blushed and said in reply, "I think I counted more than one."

"Dirty girl." I said with a smirk. 

I then pushed aside her mess of hair, which revealed her shell like ear, the smooth curve of her jaw and the vulnerable nape of her pretty neck. She cocked her head to the side allowing me to begin to comb through her hair and I could see the small tuft of side burn near her ear, the hair line of her brow and down her neck from behind her head. The skin was flawless and milky white. The hair somewhat "baby-fine" but with a bit more body that what that definition ordinarily implies.

I leaned over and pressed my lips to her throat. I took a small bite and began to suck on her soft flesh, all the while considering just how much hickey I wanted to give her at this point in our relationship. Blindly, I reached down and fondled one of her melon breasts. She made little throaty sounds as I sucked on her and she seemed totally resigned to my actions. 

I quickly stopped my hickey quest and stood up. I then continued to work on smoothing out her hair. She sat there allowing me to groom her. Despite the half lidded, sleepy expression on her face, she sat there squirming slightly beneath me, rubbing her thighs together with small, almost imperceptible movements. She also moved her jaw slightly back and forth as though she may be silently grinding her teeth.

After about ten minutes, I finished my job of re-smoothing her hair and grabbed her face beneath me. I kissed her hard and fast once again and this time, her tongue danced outside of her mouth with mine in an ugly display of inhuman kissing. Our tongues lapped and licked, saliva dripped from our open mouths in a disgusting display. When it was over, we both had shiny cheeks and dripping wet chins and necks.

I looked her dead in the eyes. I had an attitude of lust and hunger, one which was not all that in-genuine. I took a deep breath and snorted like a pit bull. She responded with a silent, yet pleased smile. She seemed very self satisfied that she had obviously inspired such animal lust within me.

I looked about the parking lot, it was half full with cars, and there seemed to be no one in the cars. Out on the street there was very little sidewalk traffic. I looked up and scanned the windows of the nearby buildings. 

Then, without a word, I knelt before my little school girl with the burning loins and threw her parted legs over my shoulders. The leg lifting pushed the skirt up and back, revealing her lovely pink slash of a vagina, all shiny and more dark pink that I would have imagined. Chelsea, being so sexually aroused, I wasn't all that surprised.

"WAIT! What are you...." She began to protest as I bowed my head forward and got a full sense of the smell and heat of her young, horny sex. I pressed my mouth to her vaginal lips and shoved my tongue deep inside of her. 

I almost drowned.

She groaned like a bitch in heat and flailed about above me as I licked and sucked on sweet strawberry flavored juices of Chelsea's aroused sex. My hands at her hips held her in place on the bike seat. 

"MMMMMmmmmm!!!! OOOHhhnnnnn!!!!! WWWWOOOOOOW!" She groaned gutturally.

Her hands gripped and ran though my own hair as I subjected her to my lustful cunnilingus attack on her hot, gushing sex. Chelsea quickly became very rigid, and grabbed hold of my head with both hands. She wrapped her legs around my head and in a completely surprising move, orgasmed and flood squirted me full in the face and mouth. 

Never having done this before, I felt myself engulfed by the rushing flood waters forcefully "fire-hosing" out of her body. I closed my eyes and let the torrent wash over me. I held my breath as best I could and suddenly realized it was me who was at her mercy, and not the other way around.

Stunned, I fell backwards onto my ass on the tarmac of the parking lot as Chelsea released my head with her powerful young legs. My face was soaked. Liquid washed over my eyes. The front of my t-shirt was clinging wetly to my breasts. I tried to look up at her through watery eyes but could only see her tottering silhouette on the bike seat above me. 

Her in-discriminant figure then seemed to fall forward from the bike, and in the lowered darkness of the parking lot, with all its gravel and tar, she was suddenly on top of me. She was crying, so I surmised, as I could see nothing but darkness and watery shadows all around me.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" She groaned out to me, her tears lightly raining on my moist skin. 

I touched her face and grabbed her shoulder as I lay halfway on my back in the dirt. 

"Don't be sorry." I said in blind darkness. "You're just a squirter. Didn't you know that?"

"A... a what???" She moaned with grief.

"That wasn't urine, baby. That's orgasm juice. Some women can squirt all the way across a room. It's natural." I assured her as I looked up into a darkened face with no features surrounded by waves of hair.

My loss of control in the situation had become glaringly obvious to me. What would this look like to some patron of the parking lot who had just arrived to retrieve their car? How would I explain all of this to a police officer? 

I didn't smell any bacon nearby, but I had to recover quickly and get us off of the street anyhow. If bacon did show up, we'd just throw eggs at it. Bacon and eggs go well together.

Chelsea held my hand as I dragged her down the cement sidewalk, she skipped and stutter stepped behind me the whole way to our destination. There was an alley way, dimly lit by nearby lights which led to a small door with only one lamp in the corner to illuminate its façade. The dark brick building was behind all the rows of brilliant lights from retail establishments that lined the boulevard. One had to know about this location or it could not be found.

We were both a bit out of breath from our hurried rush to escape the parking lot and Chelsea pushed her back against the wall next to the door. In the single dramatic light she was both dangerous and innocent. I grabbed her face with both of my hands and pushed my tongue into her mouth once again. She hummed her pleasure. All I needed now was a bed, I thought to myself.

I pulled away and knocked on the wooden door without looking away from her. 

She asked, "Where are we?"

"A club. You'll like it."

"I'm eighteen!"

"You won't be drinking." I told her.

There was a small rectangular window embedded in the door at about eye level and it slid back revealing a pair of large, darting eyes. A deep male voice said, "Terra? that you?"

"Yeah, Ocean. Let me in." I replied, still out of breath and wet with girl juice.

The rectangle slid closed and the door opened to reveal the six foot figure of the door man, Ocean. He was a mix of some three or four races which I had never asked about, but he had smooth, friendly features and close cropped dark hair which had been shaved close on both sides of his head. He wore a black suit with black shirt and black tie. He was very smooth and sharp looking.

"C'mon in, Terra.... oh, wait! What is this?" He started as he almost let me enter the club but then stopped short as he spotted Chelsea. 

"Hi!" Chelsea greeted.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her close. "She's my date."

He blinked, looked at her and then back at me and spat, "Date?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, ......date."

He gave me a curious look and said, "Well, this is new."

"C'mon, Ocean." I pleaded. "Let us in."

"She can't drink."

"She won't drink. Maybe just some weed." I offered.

"Garrison might be showing up later...."

"I'm not worried about Garrison tonight! I'm with Chelsea. Now either let us in or don't..... you're killing my game!" 

He nodded and waved us inside. "C'mon, c'mon. Just make sure you take care of business, Miss Terra." He admonished.

I patted him on the chest as we walked by him, "Don't worry."

Chelsea and I moved through the crowded upper part of the club where the catwalk ran all the way around the top and stairs at various points ran downward into the basement-like dance club. It was somewhat crowded but not enough that she couldn't see the club for all its benefits for the first time. 

There were multiple colored beams of light swaying back and forth to the loud, pulsating music and the dance floor in the center of the room had squares that were flashing multi colored lights from under the floor.

We stopped and held onto the railing bar and watched the crowd for a brief moment. 

I told her, "This place is called Prohibition." 

"It's not 6pm yet, how can it be so crowded?" She asked.

"Not everyone works nine to five, sweetie! This party goes on all day and all night. But, you have to know it's here. That only happens through connections."

"It's really BOSS! Were you serious about the weed?"

"Can't you smell it?"

She nodded impishly and crinkled her nose. "I can....."

"Well, let's get you some." I answered and grabbed her lovely hand. I led her toward the stairs and down into the crowd of the club. 

We were curiously surrounded by a pride of both freaks and normals who seemed to be simply having a great time being there even if the guy next to them was dressed in something akin to a Mardi Gras "spider" costume or some such loony-ness. 

There was orange clown hair and bat wings attached to backs. There was a guy with huge eye glasses dressed in a neon blue suit that had little flashing light bulbs of magenta along the seems. There was also a vampire woman with a skinny, half naked man on the end of a chain. The usual creepy freaks.

I pulled Chelsea toward the bar on the bottom deck by the huge checkered dance floor and found a small opening between bizarros standing there having cocktails and I called to Biggie, the guy behind the bar. 

"Hey, Biggie!!!" I called out over the blaring base beats pummeling everyone's ear drums. He looked up and saw me while filling a glass for someone with one of the soda fountain hoses. I made a weed smoking gesture and he nodded toward me.

Biggie was a young, skinny white guy with short blonde hair and no chin. In my circles, he was a "pansy", but he was still nice to me and the other motor club members when we came into the club. He wore an all black, long sleeve shirt, with black slacks and a black tie. He pulled a cigar box from under the counter and came toward my place at the bar.

I turned to Chelsea to get her attention so that we could choose our blunts, but she was otherwise preoccupied. She stood next to me watching the crazies on the dance floor with her hands over her mouth in embarrassed amazement. 

"Chelsea...." I shouted. "This is Biggie, he has a blunt for you."

She turned to me. "Oh, my God!!! Do you see that guy???"

She was referring to a freakish looking dude on the dance floor who had something like a pair of softballs in a rubber bag which was hanging between his legs and swinging back and forth as he danced with a chick who was still dressing like "aerobics class" Pat Benetar in the 70's.

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, half laughing myself. "People come here to be weird." 

She laughed hard and gasped while trying to hide her face with her hands. 




Downtown Train



"Grab a blunt!" I shouted while pointing to the box.

With a look of surprise on her face she reached over the bar and took a doobie from the carton. I took one as well.

"This is Biggie." I told her while pointing to the bar tender.

I turned to Biggie. "This is Chelsea.... first time here..." I shouted.

They both waved at each other and nodded, the distance between them and the raucous noise level of the club rendering social convention to a limited scope. Biggie took the carton away and returned to his work. He gave me a little wink and a smile as he moved away.

I pulled a small lighter out of my boot and gestured to Chelsea to let me light her fire. She popped the rolled marijuana cigarette between her teeth and said, "You didn't pay him..."

I lit her blunt and said, "I have an account...."

"I can help... I have money..." She managed through clenched teeth. 

"Don't bother!" I returned with a shake of my head.

She squinted and took a draw. She nodded her approval as she smoothly handled the breathing and smoking without a cough.

I looked at her sideways. "You've done this before."

She nodded with a big grin. "Oh, yeah!"

I took a long, slow puff myself and regarded her, eye to eye. I raised my hand to the side of her face and stroked her creamy cheek with the back of my hand. 

"Let's dance with the freaks." I shouted. 

She nodded while holding the smoke in between her lips. I took her hand and we inserted ourselves into the maddened crowd. There wasn't much room, so we stood almost breast to breast and began to move to the rhythms. Smoke flowed between us and encircled out heads.

I took note of her high school uniform and couldn't help but think about how many people here must have thought we were only part of the costume crowd. Two totally legal chicks playing a role game as the biker chick and the school girl. 

I reached out and took Chelsea's smoke from her mouth, holding it with my left hand. I took a deep drag on my own cigarette and then pressed my mouth to hers, deeply kissing her as we shared the cloying smoke which must have drained from our noses and ears.

When I pulled slightly away, Chelsea had a sleepy, almost seductive look on her face. The girl enjoyed her weed, and it would seem she was not all that sexually conservative as well. I smiled inwardly at this fact.

As we danced and ground our bodies against each other, and those around us, I found myself rising up off the ground in a strange, almost spiritual way. The music was in us, around us and on us. It thumped and pumped and staggered us on several levels. The lights spun and flashed around us in confusing kaleidoscope colors. The weed worked its magic and set our inhibitions free.

I pulled Chelsea close to me and grabbed both of her butt cheeks with my hands. She laughed face to face as I ground my sex against her. Those lion eyes of hers flashed with mischief at me and she seemed to physically go submissive and perhaps a little shy as I kissed her gently and then tilted her sideways and bit into her soft, lovely neck. 

She gave out with a bit of a yelp, though I knew she wasn't harmed.

A bit of an actress, she feigned a worried look and said, "We shouldn't do this! We're girls! It's not right!" And she frantically looked around us for some sign of disapproval in the crowd.

I chuckled and grabbed the waist band of her skirt just below her belly button and pulled her in close. With a mock sneer I said, "Not everything has to be right.... now does it?"

She placed her hands on the sides of her face and gave a shocked "home alone" look in response. She dropped the face, then took a drag of her Mary Jane cig, which she held in between her fingers, closed her eyes, drew the smoke in and then blew it out. She then returned to the shocked face.

We both laughed. I leaned in and shouted in her ear, "Are you in the drama club?"

"Can you tell???" She asked with a feigned concerned look.

I smiled and pulled her to me, my hands on her waist at first. I then moved them around to her back to get her as close as possible. My chin was over her shoulder, her chin was over mine as we hugged.

I leaned into her ear and said, "I want you." I then stood there not moving and watching the freaks dance behind us.

After a long moment, she rubbed my arm with her hand and replied, "I know.... I know...."

She then folded her arms around my neck and cradled her head on my shoulder. We began to slowly dance, even though the music of the club was frantic trance rhythms. 

We danced alone in a crowd, just us two for what seemed like a long, long time. A heavenly long time. 

It was 9pm. I was certain Chelsea's parents had already called the police when she hadn't come home for dinner. But she wouldn't be gone from their lives for more than a few more hours. She promised me that she would be able to handle them and their worry-wort parenting. I believed her.

My second floor bedroom in the complex located just off the city's east side, near all the industrial and trucking terminals, was dimly lit and filled with the cool, soft breeze of the evening. I stood leaning with my back to the wall on the far end of the room. 

A nearby vertical rectangle of a window dimly lit my figure. I was dressed only in my T-shirt and a pair of brief, dark panties. My naked toes dug into the plush carpet on the floor and I felt indulged.

The sheer, chiffon drapes hanging from the window rustled and waved gently in the night time. I had one hand flat against the wall behind my back and the other holding my blunt in two fingers as I dragged and smoked on my third blunt. Chelsea had out done me on the smoking. It was a startling surprise.

The smoke rose and twisted in the darkened room and little shards of light illuminated it at different points in an ongoing, circus of colors. The light beams emanated from a high in the sky yellow moon which punched a hole in the night time. I felt still. Introspective. I watched the scene across the room from me with quiet analysis as I smoked.

The thinly latticed picture window on the other side of the room cast elongated rectangles of soft light across the room and onto the reclining, nude form of Miss Chelsea McAdams. It softly rolled across her gently rising and lowering breasts, her delightfully flat tummy and even gave a glint to the soft, dark bush which barely covered her lovely sex and pointed my way to pleasure.

With each puff of her blunt, she gently illuminated her soft features which were obscured and diffused in the dim lighting. Nude, and on my bed, which was covered with a plastic zip bag for preserving the mattress, she seemed to me the epitome of unspoiled perfection. 

With her dark hair fanned out on the pillow which was under her head, she resembled artwork, or at least photo journalist art. I though about this, the unspoiled part, and if indeed this had been the thing I had picked up on when I first saw her on the downtown train.

Did I consider myself spoiled? Ruined? Did I want to return to that little girl I knew who used to run in the daisy fields after fireflies near the Duggan farm? Taking a bite out of Chelsea's behind or her sweetly soft neck might have been analogous to ingesting some of that un-spoiled girl I saw laying before me, who might just remind me of the Terra I had lost growing up in foster care.

Suddenly I became aware that she had been watching me watching her in the moonlight. Though her eyes were obscured and dark, I could feel them cutting right through me across the flickering, smoke filled room. 

"Chelsea...." I said with a puff of smoke. "Do you trust me? Do you trust me not to hurt you?"

"That's silly." She whispered. "You could have done that already.... if you wanted."

"I could've just been waiting to get you alone."

"Nono. I felt your kiss down to my core. I know better."

I nodded. I knew what she meant. I had had a cat when I was a little girl whom I used to kiss on the head all the time. She trusted me implicitly. I slowly moved over to Chelsea and sat down beside her naked butt on my bed. I looked down at her, she was all high on mary jane and feeling no pain. 

"Kisses can do that: Transmit trust." I told her.

"I'm not a virgin." 

"No?"

"When I was fifteen, boy next door..... he was all thumbs... " She laughed. "It was fast and awful." 

"First times often are.... but not always."

"He had this nasty ammonia flavor...." She said with a grimace.

"Why tell me this? I didn't ask."

"I trust you."

I nodded. "I see."

I passed my hand over her nude tummy and enjoyed the youthful ambience of her body. 

"You'll have children one day. They'll be smart and beautiful." I told her.

"I'm not so sure.... I kinda have a thing for black men..." She joked with a giggle.

I gasped and lightly slapped her thigh. "That's AWFUL!"

"I know! I know!" She chuckled. "It's just a stupid joke."

"My gyno is black!" I insisted, implying professionalism can be obtained by all.

She sweetly smiled at me and bent her arm at the elbow, offering her opened hand.

I placed my hand in hers and gripped her firmly.

She said, "We must see with the heart. The heart is eternal."

I lowered my eyelids and went thoughtful for a moment. 

"You amaze me, Miss McAdams. More than I could have imagined."

"Your apartment is nice. Expensive. What do you do for a living?" She wondered.

"I used to work on bikes... about 5 years ago.... I went penny stocks.... learned to pump and dump. I never looked back."

"Ohhhh... that's why all the computers in the big room."

"Member of the Oxford Club, too."

"My dad knows them."

"Oh, Daddy has money?" I asked, knowing full well that he of course did.

"Why does a biker girl with money need the subway?" She asked rather pointedly.

I took a deep breath. I looked her in the lioness eyes and said, "To find Chelsea."

I then stood up and went over to two oscillating fans by the far wall which were about six feet apart from each other. I turned them both on. They began to gently push air around the room.

"That's cold!" She gasped. "You're making ME cold." And she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm not here to ruin you, Chelsea." I told her. "I'm here to perhaps show you something you have never seen before. Something you'll always remember me for." 

I walked out of the room and into the bathroom down the hall. Chelsea remained on the bed, holding herself. I returned two minutes later with a silver metal bucket of ice and water.

She sat up when I entered the room. "What is that? I'm already all goose-pimply....."

"Lie back down." I told her. "You have to trust."

"But.... that...that's ice water!!!!" She said clutching her shoulders and already shivering.

"Hang on." I told her while raising the bucket above her. 

She closed her eyes hard and folded up her body. "OHHHHH!!! That's why the bed is covered in plastic!!!!!!" 

"That's right." I said, lifting the bucket above her. The water and ice cubes poured down and onto her chest and belly with a rushing sound and quickly turned the bed into a slushy mess.

"AAAAUUGGGHHH!!!!" She screamed. "That's freezing COLD!!!!!!"

"Lie back." I told her and I assisted her in reclining. Her skin was indeed freezing and wet.

"C-C-Cold! N-n-n-n-not suh-sexy!!!!! N-n-n-not a n-n-ice th-ing!!!!" She spat with a terse, almost betrayed attitude.

I held up a fist. "See this fist?"

"HHHMMMM-HMMM-" She said all frozen and a little bit angry.

"Like a flower at night time. When the sun warms it in the morning, it opens naturally. Joyfully."

I then opened my palm like a flower.

She shuddered and shook on the bed trying to understand what this all could be leading to. Laying in the pool of icy water that was under her back and feeling the fans blowing the cool night air on her nude form, she groaned and grunted. "MMMnnngggg!!!! NNNNgggg!!!!" Her eyes were wide and questioning, the heights of her ability to trust were being tested at their limits.

I crawled over the top of her and placed my knees on the bed on each side of her. Straddling her hips I took several of the ice cubes and began running them over her body. I took special interest in her breasts and those now hard and pointy pink nipples. 

I drew little wet lines of icy water over her pimply flesh. In each hand I held an ice cube and I ran the frozen pieces around and around the stiff and swollen "eraser head" type nipples. She groaned deeply with pleasure.

"OOOhhhhggggnnnn!!!!"

I nodded. "See? You're entering that sweet spot between pleasure and pain."

"St-st-still freezing!" She chattered out.

I hopped up quickly and shut off the fans, not wanting to lose her begrudging co-operation. Then I re-mounted her. I leaned down and began to kiss her swollen breasts. I opened my teeth just a little and began to bite lightly at each hardened little breast bud. I ran my tongue around and around the bright pink areolas. 

"OOOHHhhhhhh....." She groaned in wonderment. Her body arched upward. Her face etched in a kind of realization of the unknown. Her smooth body was shiny and slick from the ice water and reflected in the moonlight.

I then full mouth sucked each fully swollen titty, back and forth, over and over. She closed her eyes and groaned, her body undulating beneath me. I then ran my tongue up and down the center of her chest, caressing her with my hands wherever I was able. She couldn't help but shiver. 

Her eyes were getting sleepy but she still eeked out, "Cold! cold!" She begged.

"Okay, my little flower." I told her, feeling that perhaps it was time for mercy. I then brushed away the ice cubes onto the floor. Much of the puddling water I also pushed away onto the floor. It was an indoor-outdoor rug, so I wasn't concerned. 

I then got up and went to the dresser which was between the two windows. Chelsea remained laying down, enduring her agony. 

I returned with a battery operated hair dryer in my right hand, a quickly slipped on "strap on penis" around my hips and I forced her legs apart as I pushed up on top of her. 

I held up the dryer and said, "Here comes the warmth!" 

I then turned it on and aimed it directly at her lower belly, just above her dark triangle. The sudden shift in temperature on her loins made her eyes go wide and she groaned in such a way that the sound she made actually seemed to surprise her doubly at that very instant. 

"OOOHHHHHH GGGGOOOOOODDDDDD!!!!!!" She intoned with deep, guttural pleasure.

She reached up with her hands to grab hold of my own breasts and I pulled off my top and threw it aside. I leaned in and let her fondle me. 

I nodded. "Uh, huh! Feel that? See what's happening?" I said with a smirk and a nod.

She bit her lip and squeezed my titties. "MMMMnnnn!" Was all she could say in response. But that response was indeed positive, and I smiled with gleeful pleasure.

I passed the warm air dryer up and down her center, letting it rest just briefly enough to make her body go from cold fish to warm, reddish colored budding beauty. I then turned her over and warmed her back, up and down. Up and down. My strap on penis nestled gently between her firm, rounded buttock cheeks when I did this. Over and over I turned her back and front, back and front until the plastic mattress bag itself was now a bit uncomfortably warm and dry.

I put the dryer down on one of the night tables next to the bed and sat back on my haunches to regard her now. She was wild eyed and flushed and she wrapped her healthy, well formed legs around my waist. It was a move women do when they want a man to impregnate them. I doubt that Chelsea fully understood what she had just signaled to me. 

I lay on top of her and we kissed. We hugged. I inserted my strap on penis into her waiting sex and she arched her back and moaned in response. But she didn't break our clutch.

"UUunggggAAAAhhh!" She groaned in little girl tones of subjected helplessness and slightly fearful pleasurable ambivalence.

The lovely, female animal tones were directly in my ear from her widely gaping sweet lips. Her hair mixing with my own, made my chin resting on her shoulder a bit more comfortable than most times when men have been with me in a similar position. 

My hands ran over and across her smooth, yet sinewy back. They clutched and pulled and petted as she writhed and undulated beneath me. She was so soft, so helplessly yielding and warm, and also so sweetly divine in her youthful sexual awakening, that I felt like I might just melt right into her amorous body and become a part of her living soul.

Her legs tightened their grip about my waist as I began to slowly, yet a bit forcefully, drive the rubber strap on penis into her velvety, lubricating sex.

"UGH!" I grunted over her shoulder. I knew all the notes to hit in this situation, even if the sensation of entering her cleaving sugar pot were lost to me. I wanted Chelsea to know the full experience, and with my own experience I would fill in all the gaps which didn't automatically come naturally.

Her nails dug deeply into my back and she groaned in deep, gasping tones. "GGGGGOOOOUUUdddddd!!!!"

I gritted my teeth and then began to pump her with a regular rhythm. "GRRRR!" I intoned.

"Ohhhh!!!!OOOHHH!!!" She gasped and choked out. Her chest was mashing against my own and I could feel her body jack-knifing over and over beneath me. She became more and more animated as I upped my thrusting pulse and before we knew it, we were riding a high road to the kind of uncontrolled sexual heaven most could only dream of.

In and out of her vagina I pumped. Again and again and again. What I felt Chelsea really needed was a good, vigorous fucking. I was more than willing to oblige her.

She pulled back her lips in an ugly grimace and threw her head back . She arched her spine a little more and opened her honey pot for even more access to my pummeling rubber member.

"EEEERRRRGGGGhhhhGGGGEEERRRGGGGHHHggghh!!!!!" She groaned. 

She did this so loudly that I worried my neighbors might call the police for fear of someone being killed. Truth be told, I WAS killing her. I wanted her best and biggest orgasms as a woman to have come from ME. 

Before I knew it, my wishes were granted.

Chelsea grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me upward into a sitting position. She then took her legs, still wrapped around my midsection and flattened me down against the bed. The move was so sudden and forceful that I hardly had time to respond before SHE was on top of ME!

With another one of those torrential waterfall squirts, she bathed me in girl juice that splashed and splattered all over the room. She let out with a tiger growl worthy of Sheena of the Jungle herself.

"RRROOOwwwwOOOwwwwllllooooOOOoooo!"

I had to close my eyes and raise my hands to my face so as not to drown again, but it did little good. Her hot mouth was suddenly on mine, her tongue in my throat and her hands were pulling at my hair. Her loins had found the rubber penis and re-inserted it. Her hips were now in full swing, around and around making the bed rock back and forth as she pleasured herself.

She sat upward and grabbed hold of my breasts with her finger nail, claw-like hands and closed her eyes. She bit her lip, enjoying some internal ecstasy. 

My face soaked and my hair wet and matted on the plastic covered mattress, I could only lie there beneath her and ride the back and forth thrusting motion of the entire bed as her full weight ground into my own sex. 

The bed creaked and squawked, and I imagined it was complaining about the rather animalistic treatment we were both receiving. I thought to myself as though referring to the bed's distress: I know how you feel, buddy. We may never get another good nights sleep ever again. 

While grinding her sex, Chelsea looked down at me with gritted teeth and a nasty, angry face. She then slapped one of my breasts with a medium hit which made it bounce and jiggle. I felt the pain, but it was quite minor.




Downtown Train



I gasped. "YOU DID NOT!!!!!!

"I DID!!!" She said almost defiantly. She then slapped the other breast.

A bit incensed, but not out of control of my emotions, I threw her back on the bed and rolled on top of her again. She had a look of wild expectation in her eyes.

"You're going to pay for that, missy!!!" I told her with pointed finger.

I grabbed her hips and forced her over on her tummy with one brusk move. I then slapped her behind and grabbed the soaked pillow from the head of the bed. With one push I shoved it under her tummy and hips, raising her butt high in the air.

"Face down and ass up, that's your place in life little school girl!" I admonished her.

I then thrust the penis deep into her gaping sex and, noticing that she did indeed have little dimples on each side of her back above her butt cheeks, I placed my thumbs there and gripped her sides with my own nail induced bear claw grab.

"OOOOWWWWWW!!!!" She howled as her flesh felt me dig into her from two distinct points.

My thighs slapped and clapped against her upper thighs and sweetly rounded buttocks like a clapper board they use in an orchestra to make those "crack of the whip" sounds in Christmas sleigh ride instrumentals.

Her body waved helplessly beneath me, her head bobbing up and down as she held herself up on her hands and knees while I rode her doggie style.

"You're my bitch!" I told her. "You slap a breast.... I fuck you raw!" 

"UUuhhh....hhuuhhh....." She responded while her head hung down to the bed and she gyrated and wobbled under my fierce rutting of her sensuous body.

Deep in her chest I could hear a subtle rising sound. It was like the sound the downtown train first makes when it becomes perceptible to those waiting on the loading platform. It started low and gentle and then began to build. I smiled wryly as I kept up my pounding of her sex.

"MMMmmmmmNNNNNnnnnnn....." She moaned.

"NNNn-nungNNNn-nungNNNn-nungNNNn-nung...." She muttered deep in her breath with each thrust.

The sound steadily rose, and I could feel her body tensing for one killer orgasm.

"NNNuuuuhhhUUuhhhUuuuhhhhhUuuuuhhhhhuUUUhhhhhh!!!!" She began to emit with strikingly powerful fidelity. It was almost a noise one could never suspect of a human being.

As the sound rose, my thighs became wetter and wetter. Almost instantly there was a river around my knees. Each thrust into her gaping, wanton sex came with a splash of girl juice on my chest and even a little found its way to my own grimacing face.

In one move she reached up and grabbed the headboard. She looked over her shoulder with one eye and went rigid over her whole body. A growling scream left her lips from deep in her lungs and the orgasm came.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" She screamed while shaking the whole bed.

I was caught in an earthquake, a violent shaking of the entire room. Chelsea thrust her hips backward and fired a literal cannon of forceful girl juice stream so powerful that it unplugged the dildo from her sex and I rocketed backwards and off of the bed as a result. 

I fell swimming and flailing and blinded by another unbelievable shot of female cum which I could never have imagined for any fictional story I might have written. I mean, who would believe it?

For a brief moment I lay sprawled on the floor, trying to regain my senses. What had I done wrong in life to have not been blessed with such a talent? I didn't know. Chelsea had truly answered my aggressive call. She had done so with an unexpected tool of battle which I had not been ready for. 

Lying on the floor, wondering how she was at the moment, above me on the bed but hidden from my immediate sight, I hoped she was okay. I got up quickly to find out, removing the strap on penis as I rose. Surely she had shocked herself as well as myself by the unexpected fierceness of her sexual squirting ability.

As I got up, the sweat and juice I was covered with ran down my body like a light spring shower. My hair was now back and slicked down, my breath tried to re-assert itself by making me breathe heavier. I crawled onto the bed. 

Chelsea was lying on her stomach, her face glancing away from me, toward the nearby window and pointing toward the bed headboard. As far as I could tell, she was okay. Her back rose and fell in gentle breaths. Her naked skin was shiny in the moonlight.

I grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head and lifted her face up. She lightly groaned. I placed the soaked pillow behind my lower back and against the bed board. I then lifted my knees around Chelsea's head so that her face was between my own now sloppy sex and I gently pushed her mouth down to my vaginal sheath.

"MMmnnn-nnn" She murmured. 

She then grasped my thighs with each hand and began to lick and suck lovingly at my mons ventris. I looked down and saw her cute little nose nestled lovingly in my own pubic triangle and smiled to my self. Girl juice ran in rivulets down my body in small, cooling waves as the heat in my sex began to grow and warm me internally from my most sensitive female organ.

Chelsea's tongue was sloppy and indirect, but with a small area to work within, she managed to accidentally accomplish her mission on more than one occasion. I could feel her lovely pink tongue stroke and caress my clitoris over and over again. 

The electric sensations grew and grew within me with each stroke. The first began deep in my womanhood and then began to branch out. With one stroke they reached further out. With the next stroke they reach further again. I put my head back against the board as the sensations could soon be felt inside my toes and my ear lobes all at once. 

"OOOhhhhhh...." I groaned as waves of delicious, incusant sexual energy and pleasurable sensations began to flow back and forth within my body. 

I couldn't help but wiggle my hips a little to grind Chelsea's young mouth over and over into my dripping, sopping sex. 

She placed her hands on either side of my ass and then began to lap at me like a puppy with an ice cream cone. I groaned loudly.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

She giggled. "Now I have YOU!" She said softly between licks.

I grabbed her head by the hair on top and buried her mouth in my sex in response. I wouldn't tell her so, but she was indeed correct. Little miss school girl had the strong biker chick just where she wanted her. But then, I wanted it as well.

My sweat and cum covered breasts heaved with the deep breathing which I was familiar with just before my own arriving orgasm and I pulled her in more tightly and threw my head back and ground my own teeth. My eyes were tightly shut. My attention was on the rising tide of sexual aggression building deep in my belly due to the hot pink tongue of Chelsea McAdams.

"UUUGGGNNNNN!!!! UUUGGGNNNN!!!!!!" I groaned with each hip grind and tongue thrust.

And then it hit me and my eyes went wide with surprise. It rose like a great white wave of orgasmic energy that I could hardly believe. I saw nothing before me except a field of white and my loins seemed to catch a torrent of fire as hot waves firecracker exploded all the way from my spasming clitty to the top of my head.

My ears rang with a thunderous noise. My mouth went wide in shock. My body went rigid against the head board. Somewhere, some crazy woman was screaming and there was a jackhammer bobbling me back and forth and up and down and back and forth and up and down from underneath my ass.

And then there was nothing.

The milky, thick darkness was curiously interesting. I felt as though I were in two places at once. I was here with my eyes closed, feeling my back on the slick, plastic mattress bag, but also I was somewhere else. I was somewhere where the lion lays down with the lamb. 

I ran in a field of daisies chasing butterflies. There was the innocent laughter of children far off in the distance. I could hear their joy. It made my eyes water a bit, for it was a fond memory of which I was no longer a part. But, here and now, I had touched briefly on the timeless wonder of that innocence which had been removed from me so long ago. I felt a choke in my throat. A tear ran unseen down my cheek and pooled under my ear on the mattress.

Chelsea. Where was Chelsea?

I remembered an old story from a Buddhist I had once known. It was called: The Snake and The Sparrow. In it a small child asks a parent why a sparrow, who can fly away and escape from a preying snake, remains just out of reach as the snake approaches. The parent tells the child, it is because the sparrow enjoys peering into the face of death.

With that bit of melodramatic information shaking me back to reality, I threw open my eyes and tried to re-focus on the present. I thought to myself: Where are you my little sparrow? 

There was solo piano music playing on my stereo. It was my George Winston album, the one called December, I believe. Its gentle, single notation was relaxing and calming for one just awaking from orgasmic bliss. I could feel the breeze of one of the fans listing over my skin, finding little nooks and crannies to unperceptively dry me from my amorous shower.

I shifted my attention over to my right, as I felt a presence next to me. Not simply next to me, but so close that it enveloped me.

I opened my eyes and Chelsea was holding me, her arms wrapped around me and her legs holding mine as much as a lying position will allow. Her face was next to mine and our eyes met. She was rapturously beautiful.

Her face was etched with concern and she asked gently, "Why are you crying?"

I cleared my throat and whispered, "I wasn't....."

She gently snapped back, "You WERE."

Realizing she wasn't going to let me off easy, and not wanting to insult her intelligence, I said reluctantly, "I went somewhere..."

"Where?" She asked expectantly, though it was difficult in this moment of sheer soul bearing not to have expected it. In response I knew that only the truth would suffice. Only the truth would satisfy that connection which we both seemed to quietly require at this time.

I looked over her tasseled hair which crowned her face, then over both of her heavy lidded eyes, down the cute, turned up nose and then to those delicious, pouting lips and I tried to speak. 

I tried to tell her the honesty of my heart and found it difficult. I swallowed hard, hoping she would see my discomfort and release me from this soul bearing moment of honesty. But, she only quietly awaited my response with a steady, loving gaze.

Feeling like a confessing witness on the stand in front of the world, I eeked out, " I went somewhere .... where I was once... Chelsea...."

She seemed to peer off into some inner world at this and was lost in thought for a moment. She then looked back at me with a devilish grin. I was thankful, for she was sensing my vulnerability and about to let me up off of the mat, so to speak.

She said, "So I win?"

I pursed my lips in amusement. I replied while nodding, "Yeah... you win."

We then snuggled and kissed for what must have been an hour or so. I lost track of time, because there was a flock of doves singing in my breast.

Summer came and went all too quickly. The fall arrived and the heat abated and the green of the surrounding foliage turned a miasma of yellow, orange and brown. There was a cooling bite in the air and talk of football on everyone's lips. 

I road my bike down the central avenue back to my home after a nice 400 mile drive to say goodbye to Chelsea. The multicolored landscape seemed happy despite its impending winter doom. In fact the air was sweeter, the sun warming on my face and even the road seemed to want to take it easier on me with a smoother ride.

As I pulled up to my apartment complex, Garrison was there at my door waiting for me. He looked like he needed a shower, of course, and perhaps a shave, but mostly I noticed the hound dog expression of his which pulled on his face.

"Where ya been?" He asked with almost an apology in his voice.

I got up on my toes and pecked him on the cheek. I said, "Vanderbilt. The college."

"College? What the hell you doing in college?"

"I was scoping it out....." I replied.

He shook his head and said, "Aw, hell! If you go to college you're gonna start saying things like: "Here-to-fore and there-in-with"!

I laughed. "No, silly.... look!" I directed him and I showed him a brand new tattoo I had gotten while in the Vanderbilt area. It was a stylized drawing of a lioness, just over my left breast.

He nodded his approval. "Nice!"

"I got it at a bargain. Two for one price, a lioness and a skull and crossbones." I told him.

"Oh yeah?" He queried with raised eyebrows. "Where's the skull and crossbones?

I winked at him and replied, "It's a secret."