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Game Playing Pt. 01

By: Loving50



Please feel free to comment after reading. I welcome constructive criticism. Thank you.

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Amy's flight ended with a difficult landing at an alternative airport. The flight was diverted due to strong winds. The pilot was forced to ask the passengers to brace for a rough end to the flight but thanks to the experience of those in the cockpit, the only injuries were frayed nerves. 

Emergency vehicles met them at the bottom of the inflatable slides and busses soon came to transport the passengers to the terminal. Since all sense of real danger was gone, people mingled, talked and even laughed as they waited their turn to board the busses. 

In the smallish airport the airline official announced that all flights were cancelled for the day but the airline would help to find accommodations for the night. Groans were heard throughout the room but most passengers were just fine with remaining on solid ground after the harrowing landing. Omaha was certainly not on anyone's mind when they boarded in L.A. but most seemed resigned to make the best of things.

Amy squeezed onto a van heading for an airport hotel. She was tired and not looking forward to staying the night. Blonde, blue eyed, pretty and 26, she had been on her way to Detroit where she was to board a plane to Portland, Maine. Portland was her hometown and the past few years it seemed she was regularly traveling there to be a bridesmaid in someone's wedding. Tonight was the bridal shower and although staying overnight in Omaha hardly seemed like fun, she secretly didn't mind missing yet another bride's party. 

A few years before, Amy was the bride to be until just four days before the wedding when she walked in on her fiancé as he enjoyed a blow job from one of her attendants. Shocking and difficult but better to know what a jerk he was before the wedding. Since then Amy had dated some but struggled with trust and so she would force an ending to any relationship that started getting too serious. 

An elderly couple sat next to Amy in the van and as often happens when people share a difficult situation, they struck up an easy conversation. They were traveling from L.A. to Detroit to visit family. Their grandson was flying with them mostly to get them from point A to point B, the woman whispered loudly. She obviously wanted the grandson to hear the comment and seemed a little resentful that his help was needed. 

The grandson smiled tightly and remained quiet. Amy responded that it was very nice of him to help them since airports could be very unfriendly places. The grandparents frowned and looked away. Amy understood their desire for independence and kept quiet the rest of the way to the hotel.

As the passengers waited at the back of the van for their luggage, Amy noticed the couple being led into the hotel by their grandson. The grandpa walked unsteadily even with a cane and the grandma seemed very frail as she tried to help him. It was impressive how the younger man was so patient with them, settling them in the lobby before coming out for the luggage.

Coming to the rear of the van he approached Amy and said, "I'm sorry if they dumped on you. Any change in schedule is really hard for them. You probably guessed that that's why I'm traveling with them. I'm not sure I'll be able to convince them to get back on a airplane tomorrow though." Then he stuck his hand out toward her and continued, "Sorry again. I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Eric, their overprotective grandson, in their opinion anyway. And you are?"

Reaching for his hand Amy said, "I'm Amy. I think it's great how you take care of them. They are very lucky to have you with them, even if they don't see that."

She offered to help with the extra luggage and soon the whole group, Amy, Eric and the couple were on the elevator heading for their respective rooms. Amy got off on the third floor saying, "So nice to meet all of you. I hope you enjoy your evening."

They managed quick goodbyes as the elevator door closed and took them to the fifth floor. 

Amy made her necessary phone calls and then enjoyed a hot shower in her room before heading down to find some dinner. Eating alone in a restaurant wasn't fun but it was unfortunately a regular occurrence for a single woman living in a big city. She had her laptop and phone to keep her company though and although the food wasn't great, it was edible and hot. 

As she finished her meal, Eric and his grandparents came into the restaurant. Before Eric stop her, his grandma made her way over to Amy's table and sat down, her husband following close behind. Eric came over, looking embarrassed, and apologized for the interruption. He noticed, of course, that she was just finishing up her meal but the elderly couple acted as if she had been waiting for them to come and eat with her. Amy thought the whole scene was pretty funny and since she didn't have a plan for the evening, she decided to just enjoy the company. 

Conversation was light and fun. At just 29, Eric was the new owner of a construction company specializing in pool installations. He had bought the business from his parents who then moved to Detroit to live closer to grandchildren. His grandma piped up and said, "Well, if you would settle down with a nice girl and give them some grandchildren, your folks might move back." 

Eric's face reddened at her remark but Amy winked at him and smiled. It was clear that she understood that type of family pressure. Deftly, Amy managed to keep the conversation light so dinner ended up being very pleasant. Again they rode the elevator to the third floor where Amy got off. Al, the grandpa, held the door and asked her, "So which room is yours?"

Without thinking Amy answered, "316," but wondered why he asked as the doors slid closed. Shrugging her shoulders, she walked down the hallway to her room.

A couple of hours later Eric sat in the room with the television blaring, every light burning and his grandparents snoring loudly. It was only 9:30 and the prospect of staying in that room for the rest of the night was not a pleasant one. Unfortunately because of the cancelled flights, room space was at a premium and sharing with the couple was the only option. 

Impulsively Eric reached for the phone and punched in the number 316. Amy answered quickly. "Uh, hi Amy, this is Eric," he began awkwardly, "Sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you would like some company. We could meet at the bar if you want." Even to his own ears Eric sounded lame. He grimaced, expecting rejection.

After a brief hesitation, Amy responded, "You know, I would like some company but I've already changed into pajamas and I don't really want to change again. I'm decent though if you want to just come here." It was Amy's turn to feel foolish then. Inviting him to her room just after telling him that she was dressed for bed? What was she thinking? That was the problem, she wasn't.

Eric chuckled and said, "That sounds great. I'll be down in a few minutes but one question. Should I wear my pajamas too?" His little joke broke the tension and they both laughed. 

In the few minutes it took for Eric to get to her room, Amy wondered and worried a bit. She didn't really know him. Was she making a mistake allowing him to come to her room? She quickly pushed any dangerous scenario ideas from her mind. She had watched him with his grandparents and trusted her instincts concerning him. Also, he was just coming to talk, not for sex.

Soon he was knocking on her door. She opened it and smiled, inviting him in. He held two bottles of soda in one hand and a full bucket of ice in the other. In a rush to get past any awkwardness, they both spoke at once. Then they laughed. He poured soda for them as they sat at the table to talk. Soon they were chatting easily. Amy suggested that they play cards so they began what became a very competitive gin rummy series. 

As they talked and laughed and played together, Amy studied him. About 6 feet with a medium build, green eyes, light brown hair cut very short, he had a high forehead and amazingly deep dimples when he smiled. He wore a t shirt and shorts with sandals. As she studied him, she developed an appreciation for him as a man, not just as a grandson. His warm, open face was handsome and his body was attractive to her as well. She blushed as he caught her staring at him but she didn't really care. 

For his part, Eric was checking her out too. He noticed that although her body was completely covered with her T-shirt and pajama pants, they couldn't hide her obvious curves. Her hair was golden and silky and he thought she was pretty in a girl next door sort of way. Her laugh was music to his ears and he enjoyed watching her face light up when she talked. She was a woman who obviously liked a lot of touching as soon she reached to lightly touch his arm or hand as she talked. He responded in kind and before long they were holding hands on the table as if they had been lovers forever. 

As Eric dealt yet another hand of cards, Amy reached over and stopped him. "Do you really want to keep playing the game?" She asked in a low voice.

Startled, he answered, "Did you have something else in mind? Maybe you want me to go?" He tried to mask the disappointment in that last question but he was unsuccessful. 

Boldly Amy stood and moved closer to him, "No, I don't want you to leave. I was hoping you might want to stay and play a different kind of game with me." 

It was out of character for Amy to be so forward but she reasoned to herself that this was their only time together, most likely, and she really had nothing to lose. Great sex, if it happened, would make up for the awkwardness.

Eric sat before her and hesitantly reached out to touch her waist. "What kind of game do you have in mind?" He asked softly.

Amy reached down to his shorts and lightly ran her hand over the obvious bulge. "Maybe we can start here." She answered as she released his cock from the confines of his shorts and began to stroke it fairly quickly. 

His reached up to her head, pulling her down to kiss her, but she shook his hands off and said, "Not yet. I'm the game master and I get to decide the rules." She moved to her knees between his legs, stoking him hard and fast. Without another word she pumped his cock while watching his face contort. His moans filled the room and then his fingers dug in her hair as he groaned and spurted his cum between their bodies. 

"Mmmmm... Wasn't that a great game?" She asked him as he came down. "Guess what we're going to play now?"

Game Playing Pt. 02



Eric's eyes grew wide as he watched Amy slowly stand in front of him. The evening had taken a detour that he definitely hadn't seen coming. Not that he would complain though! Amy was lovely and so sexy, which he had somehow missed until just minutes ago. He reasoned that he had been concentrating on his grandparents so he was surprised and excited when she took control of the situation. 

Briefly, Eric felt a pang of guilt when his girlfriend came to mind. Although they had been dating for almost a year, she rarely put out and only agreed to oral when he begged. For a while Eric had been considering ending the relationship, feeling that being sexually compatible was too important to ignore. Already he had a feeling that with Amy he may have trouble keeping up.

Unknown to Eric, Amy was a self proclaimed nymphomaniac. Not to the point that it caused problems in her life, nor did she need therapy. No, she just really loved sex and enjoyed it every chance she got. Over the years she had enjoyed approximately 15 different lovers, many of them becoming regulars. One night stands were actually rare for Amy but when the mood hit, she was always ready and willing. She was very particular and loved being in control, especially at the beginning with a new lover. Directing and controlling seemed to work best for her and there were very few complaints from the men.

After giving Eric a very satisfying hand job, Amy stood before him, positioning herself between his legs. Her fingers played with the bottom of her T-shirt, raising it to give him a peek at her flat tummy. 

"So, do you want more?" She asked seductively with an innocent tone to her voice. Eric nodded and reached his hands out to touch her belly. Amy lightly tapped his hands and said, "No, no. I am the game master. I set the rules and the timing but I promise that in the end, we will both be winners." She took Eric's chin in her hand and held his gaze, "Can you live with my rules?"

Not knowing what else to say, and not wanting to leave, Eric answered, "Yes, I can live with that."

Amy smiled as she leaned over to lick Eric's closed lips. He shivered at the light touch of her tongue but kept his lips closed. He was determined to be obedient to the game master and only do what she told him, when she told him. She noticed his restraint and rewarded him by pushing her tongue between his lips. They kissed and tongued for a few minutes before Amy moved back and hummed, "Oh that works! You are delicious!"

Making sure she had his complete attention, Amy reached for the hem on her shirt and slowly raised it up, holding it tightly against her skin so that her breasts caught and then bounced free in a dramatic fashion. His eyes were riveted to her beautiful round tits but he kept his hands to himself, waiting for her instruction. Again Amy smiled broadly. Never before had a new lover caught onto her rules so quickly. 

She reached to cup her boobs and bounced them in her hands. His expression was pure hunger as he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. The large nipples hardened and puckered as she played with them. Finally she decided that she had tortured him long enough so she placed her hand on the back of his neck and brought his head forward so his face rested between the soft mounds. She didn't say anything at that point, so Eric took advantage of his position by starting to kiss and lick up and down her cleavage. 

Sensing her growing pleasure, Eric ran his tongue over, under and all around her soft globes of flesh, first one and then the other. He became more aggressive as she moaned and arched her back in response, her fingers tangled in his hair pulling him closer to him. Eric's arm surrounded her body keeping her closely pressed to him. 

Amy was lost in the passion of the moment and allowed him more freedom than was her usual limit. As long as he concentrated on her boobs, she was happy to let him play and explore freely. She cried out as he moved from one nipple to the other, sucking, licking and lightly biting, her hands on his head, holding him close.

She felt his hands move down to her ass which quickly brought her back to reality. Reaching behind her, she pushed his hands away and moved back from him. Reluctantly he released her nipple from his mouth with a loud pop. She almost felt sorry for him when she read the disappointment on his face but she loved the game and knew that in the end, he would too.

Amy walked backward to the bed, slipping her thumbs into the waistband of her pajama pants as she moved. Stepping up on the mattress, she allowed her bottoms to drop. Standing in the middle of the bed in just her lacy panties, she smiled seductively at him and motioned for him to join her.

Eric hesitated a minute. He definitely wanted to touch her, fuck her even, but felt that the whole game playing part of this was pretty strange. "How many hoops do I have to jump through before she lets me fuck her?" was his thought. He had never met anyone like her. Easily grandparent approved but so sexy and controlling at the same time. He doubted he would ever meet another woman like her and she had an incredibly hot body, so he decided to stay and play whatever game she wanted. The prospect of returning with blue balls to the room he shared with the elderly couple helped him make up his mind.

Eric moved to the foot of the bed and waited for her instruction. God, her body was perfect! Hills and valleys in all the right places. He could smell her mound, barely hidden in her pretty panties. She bounced gently on the bed and said in a low voice, "Take it all off. Please." 

He quickly took off his shirt and boxers, as he was told. Amy bounced one more time and then landed hard on her back. He watched mesmerized as her tits bounced hard and then stilled. Her hand reached out to him, guiding him onto the bed with her. Unsure of what the next rule might be, Eric hesitated to touch her, or even look at her. 

Amy watched as he settled on the bed. His body was perfect. She moved to her side and reached for his thick cock. It had a prominent curve to it that was unusual. Instead of curving into his body when erect, it curved away from him. With him flat on his back, she leaned in to circle it with her fingers and moved so her face was even with the throbbing member. He held his breath as he heard her say, "I told you you would like my game." 

With that she leaned over and kissed the head of his cock fully. A jolt of electricity shot through him and his hips jumped a few inches off the bed. She smiled, knowing the effect she was having on him. Her tongue began a loving assault of his hard cock, licking up and down the shaft as she fingered his balls. Soon she positioned herself between his legs so she could more fully kiss and lick and suck on him. He did his best not to touch her, afraid that the intense blow job would end if he broke her rules, but somehow his hand landed on her head and he pressed her closer to him. She responded with an even greater urgency to bathe him with attention. 

Just as his release was building, he cried out, begging her to stop. For a moment he was sure she would take him over the edge so he begged, "Please stop, Amy, I really want to fuck you. Please let me fuck you."

Amy pulled herself away, sucking on one of his balls, it stretched as it released from her mouth. She smiled sweetly as she moved up his body, straddling his hips. She sat down fully on him, his cock nestled in the folds of her pussy. He groaned loudly at the wet warmth and placed his hands on her hips. Secretly he hoped the game playing was over but he knew that at this point he would go along with any rule just for the opportunity to enter her sweet body.



Game Playing Pt. 03



Amy reached between their bodies and grasped his cock hard. Thick and throbbing, she placed it against her pussy lips and rubbed. The head met her clit and she jumped at the touch. Their eyes met, Amy obviously enjoying her controlling role. For his part, Eric was happy to accept any role, as long as the game didn't end before climax.

His hands moved to her ass and pulled her into him. She silently agreed to the pleading in his eyes and lifted herself up so she could place the head between her wet lips. Using her strong thighs to hover just perfectly over him, she slowly sat down on his hard cock. They both held their breath as he entered her slowly but fully. All game playing was over, even for Amy, as they gave into their mutual passion. His cock filled her, slowly stretching as he watched her facial expressions. 

For her part, Amy was completely filled and turned on by him. He wasn't as long as some lovers but his thick cock pressed the inner walls of her sex perfectly. She could feel him throbbing and hot deep inside of her.

"Can you feel that? You're so deep and hot inside of me. OMG!" She cried out.

In response he dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and buried his face in her breasts. Licking, sucking and kissing while his hands hung on for dear life was the best he could do. Speaking wasn't an option for him at that moment.

Amy used her runner's legs to move her body up and down on his cock. Eric had never had such an athletic lover and was thrilled with her ability to fuck him so fully and for so long. In fact, both of them lost all sense of time and later would be stunned that they fucked for almost an hour in the same position. Her legs just kept pumping her body up and down as Eric held her ass and moved her effortlessly. 

At the moment of climax, Amy moaned against Eric's shoulder, biting him mindlessly. Eric came soon after with his face buried between her lovely tits, his fingers digging into her ass flesh. His cock pumped into her body, hot and throbbing as he came. She clenched her pussy lips together to keep him inside of her as long as possible. 

Amy collapsed against him, finding his lips against hers. They kissed sweetly as their breathing returned to normal and their heartbeats slowed. Eric's cock eventually slid out of Amy, coming to rest against her leg. With shaky legs she stood and moved back but stumbled a bit and Eric quickly caught her by the waist. He stood and leaned over to steady her and kiss her.

After drinking some water, they moved to lay on the bed. Eric wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him, her cheek on his chest. Amy was more used to saying goodbye after climax but Eric obviously wanted to stay so Amy gave in although she was somewhat tense. Eric didn't seem to notice her discomfort as he sensually rubbed her body and kissed her as much as she allowed. 

Soon they both dozed. It had been a long and difficult day, at least in the beginning and their bodies just shut down for a while. A couple of hours later, Amy woke with a start. Sex was one thing, actually relaxing and sleeping together was another. She wiggled away from him, not caring if she woke him, and went into the bathroom.

Eric woke abruptly, feeling her push off of him. He quickly tried to grab her but she was determined to get away and somehow he knew she wouldn't be receptive to his advances at that point. She was an odd woman, but very interesting, he thought. The sex was great but he didn't see any point in staying if she didn't want him anymore. 

He knocked on the bathroom door and asked, "Are you ok, Amy?"

Amy answered, "Yes. You can go now."

Shocked at her dismissal but being a real gentleman, Eric quickly got dressed to leave. Once again he knocked on the door and said, "Well, goodbye. I'm glad we got together tonight."

Feeling strange leaving things like that, Eric knew he had no choice and wouldn't force himself on any woman, especially one that seemed as fragile as Amy.

Taking the steps to the 5th floor, Eric was relieved to find his grandparents still sleeping. He showered and laid down, hoping to get some sleep. His mind wandered to Amy and the game she had played with him. Absentmindedly he stroked his cock as he thought about her body and the sex. Quietly, he came in a towel thinking of her pussy welcoming his cock into her body.

Amy waited until she heard the door shut tightly. In the shower she relived the evening, not regretting the sex but apprehensive about the closeness she had allowed. To Amy, the sex was easy, relating to a sex partner was not. She showered and got ready for bed. After laying for a few minutes in the same bed she had shared with Eric, she switched over to the other one. The smell of him and of the sex was too much and she wanted to put the whole experience behind her. Finally she slept, dreaming of being smothered with affection. For her, that was a nightmare.

The next morning Amy dressed, packed and headed down for a quick cup of coffee before the shuttle left for the airport. As she entered the breakfast area, Eric's grandpa yelled out, "Hey Amy, come and join us!"

No possible way to avoid that invitation, thought Amy, as she plastered on a smile and made her way to their table. Eric greeted her but avoided eye contact. Amy was relieved. If the older couple noticed anything, they didn't let on, but Amy was sure they didn't know a thing.

Soon the shuttle was leaving for the airport so Amy once again helped with the elderly couple's luggage and they all headed out to the van. Settling his grandparents into the van, Eric went to the back of the van and stood next to Amy. 

Quietly he said, "Look, if I did anything to upset you last night it really was not intentional. I really enjoyed the time we spent. I just wanted you to know that."

Amy listened and then answered, "You didn't do anything, I'm just not good with emotional involvement. I don't even remember the last time I actually slept with a man. Had sex with, yes, but actually sleeping with a lover, um no. I guess you could call me an emotional basket case. I'm sorry I was rude. Believe me, it isn't you."

For the first time that morning they actually looked at each other. Both slightly smiled and Eric reached for her hand. It was a brief tender moment though since the driver came around and started loading the bags.

Once at the airport Amy found that her route had been changed. Instead of flying with Eric and the older couple to Detroit, she would be routed through Boston and then on to Portland. Surprising even herself, she found herself disappointed at the need to say a sudden goodbye. She walked with them to their gate and hugged both grandparents goodbye. Then she stood to face Eric, holding out her hand.

He ignored her outstretched hand and wrapped his arms around her. Then he whispered in her ear, "I get to say goodbye according to my rules. Here's my number, call me when you're ready." He leaned over to kiss her lips as he placed a small piece of paper into her hand.

Startled, Amy stood staring at him for a moment. Never before had a man pressed her in that way. Then she smiled at the surprised looks of his grandparents. He would have some explaining to do! Amy glanced at Eric and gave him a genuine smile before she sprinted to her gate, the phone number tightly tucked in her palm.