0 comments/ 10973 views/ 2 favorites Harley Rain By: harleyrain The deserted highway stretched out for miles in front of them. Fields and fields of rapeseed growing bright yellow flanked the road and a dark threatening sky loomed over them. Even the speed of the black Harley did nothing to dispel the humidity which was almost overwhelming in her leather and jeans, making everything stick to her skin. She longed to have the cool breeze touch her. The rumble of the bike beneath her created a heat of its own between her legs and her arms locked around his hips in a show of appreciation. Her hand at rest high on his inner thigh was a promise of future pleasures. Thunder boomed as the first fat raindrops began to fall. Lightening slashed the sky in a brilliant blaze of color and the rain started to fall in earnest. The rumble of the bike slowed and they approached a small gravel side road. The road stopped as it entered the rapeseed field 10 feet from the highway. A huge looming willow tree the only witness to their arrival. As his feet planted on the ground he silenced the bike and slid off so he could look at her. For miles he had been waiting for her hand to touch him, grab his hard cock through his leathers while he enjoyed her ample tits being pressed against his back. The destination had been the cabin, but the weather was intent on making him wait just a bit longer. He removed his helmet and placed it under the tree and then reached to adjust his erection, taking care to make sure she noticed. She watched him slide off the bike and turn towards her. He looked every bit the bad boy she wanted him to be and the need to have him was a slow, insistent burn inside her. She moved into the drivers seat and spun herself around so she could face him. She couldn't have missed his cock, but enjoyed the view more as his hand grazed it, proving that he was intent on fucking her. The rain was unrelenting, the thunder breaking the silence. She removed her helmet and dropped it to the ground as she shook out her hair. She would be soaked in minutes but that was the idea. He watched as she undid her leather jacket and stripped it off of her, revealing a white t-shirt. The rain ran in rivulets off her face and neck and splashed on her shirt. The wetter the shirt got the more he could see of her. The water caused the fabric to cling to her revealing the outline of her breasts. She was braless and her dark, hard nipples were prominent under the thin white fabric. She placed her hands behind her and arched her back and chest forward, daring him to do more then look at her. His cock ached as he watched her, she couldn't imagine how sexy she looked as she teased him. Her hand started to caress her front, moving from her belly to her tits. Gentle grabbing one tit and then the other, offering her nipples a tweak each time, and she let out a sigh. Slowly, achingly slowly, she lifted the sopping t-shirt to reveal more of her flesh, stopping as she freed one of her breasts. She bent her head lower and licked her own nipple, hoping soon his mouth would replace hers. Heat flashed through his entire body and he was near blind with lust. This girl, this woman, right now, she was everything he desired. The need to be inside her was like a scream inside his head. He watched her play with her nipple as she sucked the water off and made circles with her fingers. He watched as her free hand teased and she lowered it to her core and rubbed herself through her soaked jeans. She lifted the shirt off of her and tossed it into the waiting field, exposing herself to him. The rain running off her body. She stared at him, eyes full of lust and angled her head back. "Touch me" she purred as she crooked one finger in his direction. He pounced, his hand sliding up her neck to her chin and his lips found her collar bone. His breathe was hot on her skin and her hand surrounded his neck tangling in his wet hair. His mouth worked her nipples, flicking each with his tongue and sucking pulling pleasure from her with each motion. Her pussy flooded with lust and was hot and begging to be touched. She arched her hips towards him again and again. He swung his leg over the bike so they were facing each other and drew his hand over her tits. He teased and caressed her nipples, flicking his tongue over and over again. His touch was warm on her skin and she ached for his fingers inside her. Her lust threatened to overcome her. She pulled him into a kiss, a long passionate kiss, her tongue probing his mouth. His hunger was evident in his kiss as he penetrated her mouth deeply, but it wasn't the only place he longed to enter her. His cock was hard and straining to have her stroke him, taste him. She sat up and reached for his zipper. With practiced hands she freed his raging cock. She could feel him twitch in pleasure as her hand closed around him. With slow strokes she fucked him with her hand and watched his face. His lips were slack as hot breath escaped them with each moan he released and his eyes held the more than a hint of guilty pleasure at watching her touch him. She bent forward and took him into her waiting mouth and moaned. He could feel the vibration of it across his cock and it sent shivers of pleasure through him. His dick plunged deeper into her mouth and threatened to explode. She wasn't ready for him to cum yet so she reached for her zipper and struggled with the wet denim. Finally she shimmied out of her jeans and lay back on the gas tank of the bike. The only thing between him and her pussy was a thin piece of black lace. One hand started to stroke his own cock, the rain providing ample lubrication. The other hand slid up her inner thigh and pushed aside the lace. Her shaved pussy made him groan in pleasure; he loved the smooth feel of it against his fingers. He teased her, touching the folds of her sex but not penetrating her. Her hips lifted in response but still he didn't enter her. "Touch me please" she begged "I want you, I need you" she tried again The ache in her cunt was almost painful, her need to cum paramount, and still he teased. Her hand was beside his ready to do the job herself but he trapped it is his; their fingers locked, and held her away. She groaned, almost in agony. He shifted away from her, and with the suddenness of a thunderclap his mouth was on her. His tongue probing her pussy. His lips expertly sucking at her hard clit. She screamed his name. He added his fingers, two pushed deep into her throbbing hole, twisting, pushing, and reaching. His lips and tongue still swallowing her sweet honey. "Cum on my face" he said "cum hard on my face" He forced his fingers harder into her, his tongue still working her. In a moment of pure pleasure she felt him slip one finger into her ass. In and out they moved with a rhythm that was going to overwhelm her. The orgasm was building in her and she could no longer control the thrust of her hips against him. He buried his face deeper into her eager pussy and savored the taste of her, the liquid heat of her pleasure was flowing into this mouth and he struggle to keep control of his cock. With a final plunge he felt her shudder, and her cry out. The sound lost to the wind and rain. His fingers could feel her muscles contracting around them, gripping them and releasing them in time with her panting. The orgasm racked her body her back arched at an impossible angle her head almost hitting the gas tank. She bucked her hips again and he felt the bike unbalance. He steadied it with his feet and swung and arm beneath her, lifting her off the machine and angling her towards the ground. There was no stopping this now, he would fuck her, take her right here, 10 feet from the highway in the pouring rain. His eyes glinted in the rain, water falling off every inch of him, he looked beautiful. She lay on the ground her legs spread wide waiting. He removed the remains of his soaked clothing and stood naked above her. He dropped to his knees between her waiting thighs and gripped the black lace she still wore. With a fierce tug he tore them from her body and flung them into the night. His cock ached with lust and he plunged it deep inside her. He raised himself on his arms and forced himself into her moist sex. He pounded her, over and over, his balls slapping against her ass. He locked her hands above her head as he trapped her wrists with his and pounded harder still. She could feel every inch of his cock inside her, straining to reach deeper still. She groaned again and he looked at her face. Her mouth was open in pleasure as he fucked her. He bent to kiss her, his tongue working against hers, trying to still his coming orgasm. She loved the feel of his hard cock inside her. As he pushed himself in and out of her she used her own hand to play with her nipples, twisting and flicking, causing little bursts of pleasure that made her pussy throb. He was getting close to cumming and she wanted him to fill her with it, but not like this. She pushed against his shoulder and she rolled onto her knees facing away from him. "Fuck me" She taunted "fuck me really hard" He enjoyed the view of her ass, the line of her neck and back as he adjusted to her request. He grabbed his cock and placed it next to her glistening hole. He entered her from behind and grabbed her hips as he slammed her back onto his cock. His penetration was deep, perfect. He rocked his hips against her, over and over. A free hand tangled in her hair pulling her head back towards him. "Oh God" he growled as he pumped her again. His thrusts were getting harder more urgent, promising pleasure for both of them. She willed herself to hang in there with him, to come on his dick as he exploded into her pussy. He slapped her ass as he drove into her and she came. Harder and faster then she expected her pussy exploded around his cock. She screamed his name only to have it lost on the wind again. He felt her convulse and with a final hard thrust he cock emptied itself deep inside her. Again and again he pumped into her, his balls slapping against her ass. His orgasm seemed to go on and on, the waves of pleasure forcing him to shut his eyes. He shuddered as the spasms finally slowed and he exhaled a breath that he was holding. He could feel the rain falling on his back, cooling his scorching skin and easing his aching muscles. Water fell from his hair and he shook his head, spraying her back with it. His arm reached around her middle as he rolled onto the wet ground and she was obliged to follow. She lay with his arm underneath her and her head on his shoulder as the rain continued to fall. The silence their own brand of pillow talk that spoke of two secret lovers, sated, if only for a moment. Harley Rain - The Boathouse Despite the darkness, she found the address he had given her, and parked beside his truck. He had picked a secluded site, lots of trees and no visible neighbours. Perfect for what he had in mind. The cabin was dark. He was waiting for her, sitting on the picnic table, bathed in the glow from the campfire. He wondered if she'd worn underwear under the knee length skirt. Knowing her, probably not. "I didn't think you'd come..." The tone, half challenge, half smug, caused a flash of irritation, quickly suppressed, but she must have seen it in his eyes, because her lips curved into a smirk. He itched to show her a better way to use her lips. Plenty of time for that, though. "Really" His voice was soft, low, the word drawn out, and she could feel herself tighten in anticipation. She knew that tone, and could hear the promise that one word carried with it. His cock felt tight against the zipper of his jeans, as he imagined the ways she was going to submit to him before the night was over. He strolled across the yard, making mental notes -- the bundle of tarp straps and rope on the camper hitch, the hammock strung between two trees. Stopping in front of her, he reached out a hand, brushing the tips of his fingers across her soft cheek, stroked his fingers into her hair. Grabbing a firm handful, hard enough to make her gasp, he yanked her head back, forcing her back until she could brace her hands behind her on the table and exposing her white throat and the swell of her creamy breasts visible in the V of her shirt. Moving, slowly, deliberately, heightening the anticipation, he lowered his head to the shadowy cleft. Not quite touching her, he held still, his hot damp breath on her skin. He heard her breath catch, and shifted his grip on her hair, loosening his hold slightly, tugging her head further back rather than forcing, and feeling her give in as her back arched and her head dropped. His lips brushed her skin, and he nibbled his way to her neck before closing his teeth on her tender flesh, making her gasp at the sudden unexpected pain. His voice was barely audible, the tone expressing so much more than his words. "I'm going to fuck you until you don't even know your own name. But not just yet." She could feel his breath hot against her earlobe, and his words caused a new flood of wetness between her legs. With deceptive gentleness, he guided her backwards until she was laying on the table, then stroked his hand down her neck, down her chest to the first button on her shirt, where he paused. She reached her hands up to the front of her shirt, but he batted her fingers away. Grabbing both sides of her shirt, he ripped it open in one swift jerk, exposing her black D cup lace bra to the night air. Her startled protest was choked off by his hand on her throat, squeezing enough to get his point across. "I want you to turn around." he instructed, in a tone that suggested she do as he say, and she followed the guidance of his hands, moving so that she was laying lengthwise on the table, with him standing near her head. His hands stroked over her shoulders, down her chest, sliding in the cups of her bra. He could feel the firm points of her nipples pressing into his palms as he closed his fingers around her soft mounds. Her body jerked as he stroked his callused thumbs over the tips. As he reached for the clasp of her bra, she reached for his fly, the position of her arms stretched over her head thrusting her now-bare tits up to meet his grasping hands. She could feel the twitch of his cock against her hand as her fingers closed over him . "Oh yeah".. he sighed, as she moved closer to the edge of the table, allowing her to drop her head over the edge and slide the head of his cock between her red lips.. "Suck me like the dirty little whore I know you are". She felt his fingers explore her tits, stroking in ever smaller circles, causing heat to pool low inside her. Arching her back, she slid his 9 inch cock deeper into her throat, stroking her tongue over the shaft and cupping his balls in one hand. Finally, finally, his fingers closed over her small pink nipples, squeezing just enough to mingle pleasure and pain. He could feel the vibration of her moan pulse through his cock, and looked down,. Watching the motion of her throat around his cock, combine with the sensation itself, he knew he'd have to stop her before he lost control. With a little regret, he took a step back and savoured the visual of her lips sliding off his cock. "You're way too good at that, but I have other plans for you" He stepped to the side of the table, hooking his hands around her knees to turn her to face him. She pushed herself up on her elbows and met his gaze with an arched eyebrow. Sitting like that, face flushed, hair mussed, shirt open, nipples erect, he wanted nothing more than to shove her flat on the table and bury his cock balls deep in her wet pussy. But not yet. Watching him, seeing the look in his eyes, she slowly smiled and, planting her feet on the edge of the table, she parted her knees and let her skirt fall to her hips. She was definitely not wearing underwear, and he could see drops of moisture glisten on the folds of her sex. She reached down between her thighs and slowly stroked her one finger up and down her slit, giving her hard little clit a flick at the top of each stroke. Dropping her eyes to his cock, she watched as he slowly wrapped a hand around the shaft and matched his stroking to hers. He could have reached out and touched her himself, but the torture of teasing her, of having her teasing him, was definitely part of the fun. When she raised her wet fingers to her mouth and sucked her own juice off them, he knew he needed more than his hand around his dick. Stepping over the bench, he grasped her hips and yanked her to the edge of the table. His lips closed over hers and he could taste her salty sweet flavour on her tongue. Dropping his head, he scraped his tongue over one aching nipple while his fingers closed on the other. She arched into him, clutching the back of his head. Her pussy spasmed with desire, and she could feel the wetness on her thighs. "Oh yeah, suck my tits." His cock twitched against her thigh, and he shifted his grip on her, cupping one breast in each hand and pressing them together, allowing him to run his tongue over first one nipple, then the other. She reached between them for his cock, expecting him to plunge his thick shaft into her and give them both the good hard fucking they had been aching for, but instead he pushed her back on the table and sat on the bench before her. "You gave me a taste but I want to go straight to the source." His breath was hot on her thigh, and he pushed her legs further apart, spreading her almost painfully. He stopped to admire the view of her cunt displayed so vulnerably in front of him before leaning forward and stroking his tongue lightly over her clit. Under his hands her thighs tensed. "Tell me what you want!" he invited, looking up at her. Her eyes were tightly closed, lower lip caught between her teeth. He lightly traced her pussy lips with his index finger, exploring and gently probing, intending to torture and succeeding amazingly well. Sliding the tip of one finger into her, he watched, fascinated, as her lips clenched around the invading digit. He slid his finger deeper into her, then stroked her clit with the pad of his thumb, once, twice. "Tell. Me. What. You.. Want." He flicked her clit with each word, and each flick of that tender little bud made her pulse around his finger. He barely heard her. "Lick me." "Where? Say it!" He probed at her, lowering his head to her inner thigh so she would feel his breath. "My pussy...Lick my pussy." "Say please." "Damn you." Each breath against her flesh was killing her, and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction. She tried to pull away, then gasped as the finger inside her curled up, hooking her and effectively keeping her in place. The slow drag of his thumb against her clit was excruciating, and she gave in, as he knew she would. "Please... lick my pussy.OH MY GOD!!" The reward for obedience was swift as he leaned forward and clamped his lips over her clit. His tongue stroked her briefly, causing her hips to buck against him. He continued to flick her clit with his tongue and forced two fingers deeper into her swelling hole. Her hands wrapped in his hair as she held him between her thighs. She could feel the orgasm coming, the sweet release only seconds away. He was so talented with his mouth. A moan escaped her lips as she angled her hips further towards him and he returned the sound, after all, he loved to make her cum. "You have the greatest pussy." he said, his voice full of desire. His fingers plunged deeper and faster and his tongue flashed against her clit again and again. Stars exploded in front of her eyes as her pussy juice flowed into his waiting mouth and her fingers dug into his neck. "Look. At. Me!" he demanded. She forced her eyes open and stared directly into his as waves of pleasure crashed over her body. His cock ached to push passed her waiting folds and plunge deep inside her, but he waited until her breathing slowed and the world around her began to return. The smell of nature and sex filled the air and a sly smile crossed her face. Without a word she freed herself from his hold and swung her legs away from the table. She glided across the grass towards the lake, looking back only long enough to make sure he would follow her. He stroked his cock, in a vain attempt to relieve some of the pressure and watched her. She left a path of clothing in her wake and soon he could see the silhouette of her naked body in the moonlight. She heard her step onto the peer and a soft splash as she entered the frigid water. He followed, leaving his remaining clothes in a heap next to the table. The water glistened in the moonlight, looking temping and inviting, but it was cold and he knew it. His thoughts raced as he thought of how hard her nipples would be and longed to flick them with his mouth or squeeze them in between his finger and thumb. She was in the water somewhere waiting, it was her game now. He jumped into the water and when his head broke the surface he searched for her. She stood ten feet away, a sexy shadow, waiting, watching. The cold was the perfect contrast to the heat that was coming from his loins sending his nerves tingling and begging to be touched. She moved closer and swung her arm to send a spray of frigid water flying at him. He reached out to grab the offending arm and held her wrist. He pulled her closer. She kissed him hard on the lips, and probed his mouth with her tongue. He broke the kissed and ran his tongue along her neck. She tasted of desire and clean water. She moaned as he nipped her ears, her neck and back to her waiting mouth. As their bodies entwined his hard dick rubbed against her thighs. She reached down and started to stroke it, the other gently grasping his balls. His hands reached for her tits and he found her hard nipples, flicking and stroking them to match her rhythm on his cock. Her nipples swelled under his touch, her breasts filling his waiting hands. "I want you inside me." she said, he voice husky in his ear. Deftly he reached down and slid a finger into her waiting warmth. Her heat was like a drug, enveloping him and he kissed her again. The kiss was hard, needy and full of lust. The combination of the kiss and his fingers in her almost sent her spiraling into bliss again but she knew what she wanted. With a small hop she stretched and wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He caught her weightless form and encircled her, his hands kneading her ass. Her hand reached between them and grabbed his throbbing rod. She slid onto his cock and the pleasure was immediate. He fit perfectly in her. He was so warm, and so hard. She gyrated her hips on his dick and he groaned with pleasure. His eyes closed as he enjoyed her tight hole and gave into to her timing. Thrusting his hips into her, pushing himself deeper and deeper into her warm depths. The water churned around them and her moans of pleasure cut the silent air like a knife. His cock throbbed inside her, pushing deep and then almost pulling out only to thrust in again. Her eyes locked on his, both unwilling to break the contact. With each thrust, cold water would hit his hot cock and splash against the moist heat of her pussy, to be replaced with each other's heat and the sensation was no other either had felt. "I am going to cum!" She panted. "Don't stop, your cock feels so good in me!" Lost for words he slide a hand up to grip her wet hair and forced her down onto him harder, faster. He was ready to explode. "Cum on my cock!" He answered "and tell me about it!" A final thrust and she screamed his name with abandon. "It feels too good!" At the feel of her pussy pulsing around his cock he gripped her tighter and let out the pent up groan he had been holding. The pleasure was absolute, a complete release. His cum mingled with hers deep inside her as his orgasm racked his entire body. He shook as his cock pulsed over and over. "Look at me!" she demanded. His eyes never left hers. His body shook with pleasure as her pussy continued to pulse around his cock. It may well have been the best sex they had ever shared. He spun them slowly in the water, taking in the silence. She unwrapped her legs from his body and slowly stood. Her legs were like jello, her loins throbbing and she reached for him again. With a gentle grip on his cock she let him know without words that the night had just started. The water lapped in small waves against the beach and they emerged onto the grass. The boat house loomed large and empty to the left and in the distance a lone light marked the warmth of the cabin and a table she wanted to be bent over.... A squeaky hinge told her he had entered the boat house and the snap of a light switch told her to follow. She wondered whose game it was now? The boat house was full of summer fun, seadoo's, wake boards and a large powerboat. Crates full of life jackets, motor oil and gas filled the corners. The smell of the open air mixed with the old wood and fuel and she could feel the goose bumps rise on her skin. He stretched around a crate and reached for two clean towels, passing one to her. She fluffed her wet hair, into a disheveled but funky curl, which he loved. As she bent over to towel off her legs, he enjoyed the view of her ass, ready for the taking. She could feel his gaze on her and a tingle spiked through her loins again. He was hard to resist. She wanted him again, to feel him deep inside her. Her mind wandered to darker places and she wanted him to take her. He tore his gaze away from her and used his towel to dry himself. The fabric felt rough and cold compared to her skin but as it rubbed across his cock his mind wandered to darker, rougher places. He wanted to take her, fill every inch of her, to fuck her until she couldn't remember her name. The thoughts sparked the beginning of a hard-on and he lowered his hand to the shaft to encourage it. She watched him. She laid the towel across the hood of the boat, and laid on her back, tits pointed to the roof with her legs spread toward him. She licked her fingers and slid her hand around her pussy. She knew how to pleasure herself and she knew he liked to watch. Raised on one elbow she touched herself slowly, massaging her clit and teasing her slit with experienced fingers. His cock was fully erect now, straining against his hand as he stroked himself. When a soft moan escaped her lips his cock twitched in answer. She plunged two fingers deep into herself and used her thumb to grind her clit, teasing herself, teasing him. Her eyes roving back and forth between his hand on his cock and his eyes. He wanted so badly to touch her, but he stayed where he was and she was out of reach. Her eyes closed as the first signs of fresh fluid flowed out of her and glazed her fingers. "Come here and fuck me" she willed him, but she didn't call out. She thought of his cock in her, pounding her, his hands rough on her body, tangled in her hair. She wanted him to violate her, push himself into all her holes and cum hard. He could see the look on her face change, it was animalistic, carnal, predatory and he wanted to wipe it off her face. He was stroking himself harder, faster and his balls were clenched in anticipation. He moved fast, and grabbed her leg, slamming her body into his at the edge of the boat. Her eyes flashed, but it was pleasure not fear. His cock raged and he wanted to fuck her. Roughly he turned her around and bent her at the waist, her ass ripe and ready to be fucked and her hole glistening wet. He pushed his fingers deep into her, twisting, searching, pleasuring. She was so hot, so ready. He was so hard, so ready. He grabbed her shoulders with both hands and thrust himself into her pussy. "Fuck yeah!" she called out. "Harder!" It almost broke him, he pulled out to focus, wanted to split her in two. His cock was covered in her, wet and ready. He parted her ass cheeks and slowly circled his finger around her hole. She groaned with pleasure. "Yes!" she thought "Please..." She would beg if she had to. He inserted a finger deep into her ass, slowly pulling in and out. She squirmed in pleasure. His cock felt like it might burst. With a quick movement he replaced his finger with his cock, pushing deep into her ass. It was tight, and strong. It felt so good. In and out slowly, pulling out so far that only his tip touched and then plunging back in burying every inch of his shaft. "Oh my God!!!" she screamed. Over and over he fucked her hole. He was going to cum. She was going to cum. He was ravishing her body, pounding her, taking all of her, using her and she loved it. She could feel his cock straining in her ass as her orgasm began to build. Heat rose across her body has he grabbed her hips so he could thrust harder. "I am going to cum in your ass" he growled She panted and forced her hips into his thrust. She was undone. The waves of pleasure rolled through her body shaking her to her core. She came, as he thrust into her ass. She reached back to grab his ass. He was undone, his cock exploded in her ass, filling her, flooding her with his cum. The warm liquid flowed back over his cock and he bent over her, panting, reeling in the explosions taking place in his body. Fucking her was amazing. They were still for a few minutes until he released her from his weight. She turned to look at him. "You are the perfect dirty little whore." He said. She smiled and answered "yes, but I still know my name. She wrapped herself in the towel and walked out on to the wet grass. Her eyes following the line of clothing she had left in her haste. She slowly collected her items as she headed for the cabin. She could her faint noises from the neighbors and she smiled knowing whatever they were doing wasn't anywhere near as much fun as her night. She reached the table and looked at her shirt. He had destroyed it earlier and it was useless to her now. She balled it up and tossed it in to the fire. All the evidence burned away. He stepped up silently behind her and opened the door. She shivered with a slight chill. He noticed and lit the fireplace and headed for the bathroom. She heard the shower running. "Coming?" he asked. She dropped the pile of clothes in her hands and followed him. Steam was already starting to rise in the bathroom and the heat felt good. She stepped into the hot shower and sighed with a different kind of pleasure while she waited for him to join her. He closed the door behind him and climbed into the shower with her. He watched as she shed all the sex and lake water from her body and admired all the things that her body could make him feel. He had teased her, submitted her to his wishes, watched her play with herself, enjoyed her weightless freedom in the lake, and her willful abandon on the boat. He had enjoyed it all. Although he didn't think it was possible his thoughts were again stirring his loins, threatening to make him hard all over again. Harley Rain - The Boathouse As the water washed over her she slipped into her thoughts. She had given up some of her control, she had gone skinny dipping and had mind blowing sex in the water, she teased him, sucked him and stroked him, she'd given in to her inner whore and been ravaged on the boat. She had enjoyed it all. She noticed that the water wasn't the only thing that was warm and wet in the bathroom. Her nipples grazed his chest as he moved towards the water and they immediately responded, hardened and stood erect. They matched his cock perfectly. He languished in the steamy water, unsure of his next move. He wanted her, and he knew she would respond but... his eyes closed as his head hit the water stream. Looking at his slick body she moved towards him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled into his erection, hard against her middle. She kissed him. A long lazy kiss, full of passion. His hands reached around her to hold her in place and he returned the kiss. The soapy water ran between their bodies, threatening in vain, to separate them. Time seemed to stand still. He hands moved slowly over her body, sliding easily over every curve. He broke the kiss and bowed his head low so he could suck on her nipples. She leaned her head back and enjoyed the sensations of his hot mouth and the warm water. Slowly he circled her nipples with his tongue and then his fingers and her longing swelled inside. His lips kissed her chest, her neck and her face, always followed by a gentle touch of his hands and she sighed. She ran her hands across his chest, the water creating a slick barrier between her flesh and his. Her weakness was his kiss and she wanted more of it. She reached her hand to the side of his face and directed her mouth onto his. Her hand slowly circled his cock and she was pleased to feel him rock hard in her grasp. She stroked slowly, varying the pressure with each upward motion. "God!" he whispered. She broke the kiss and slowly slithered down his body so she could take him into her mouth. Squatting below him she gave him a perfect view of her swallowing his cock, again and again. Her other hand grab his ass cheek and he groaned. Her liquid mouth engulfed him, her tongue massaging his shaft and she moaned. He lifted her head and pulled her from her position and he shut off the water. "I want you!" Maybe neither of them said it, maybe both of them did. It didn't matter. Leaving wet footprints on the floor they headed for a bedroom. He reached for a single bedside lamp and turned it on. The soft glow hit her face and shadowed the rest of her. He pulled her onto the bed with him and he lay on top of her, kissing her. His cock hard, her pussy wet. She spread her legs and bent her knees ready for him. He raised himself onto his arms and slowly entered her. He melted into her sex, filling her. His hips dipped back and forth with a lazy intensity, content to prolong the moment. She raised her arms over her head "I love the feel of you inside me." she purred. In answer, he mounted her further, driving deeper into her. She was so wet, so willing. She raised her legs to rest on his shoulders allowing him to enter her deeper still. He didn't change the slow pace, choosing instead to enjoy each thrust. Over and over he penetrated her bringing her to the brink of climax and then stopping just short. He was good, very good. Her fingers reached his back, pulling him closer to her and digging her nails in ever so slightly. He moaned. She wanted to straddle him, ride his cock and come with inside her. She nudged his shoulder, he understood. They rolled and she ended on top of him, straddling him. She ground her hips and raised herself up, plunging his shaft deep into her and out again. They locked eyes. She leaned back so she was upright on him, his hands reached for her tits. The fiction on his shaft was bringing him closer to climax and he tweaked her nipples. Again and again she raised herself and ground herself down. Her pace quickened as she neared her climax. "Cum with me" she whispered "I will!" he answered. She closed her eyes and gave into the rhythm of their sex. He felt so good in her. His hands reached her hips and he guided her lower on his shaft. "Fuck!" he said, your pussy feels good. She braced her hands on the bed behind her changing the angle slightly and groaned with pleasure. She was so close. She felt him grow harder still and she knew it was time. She let go, gave in and with a final plunge she came, hard. She exploded on his cock, her pussy gripping it after wave after wave of shock coursed through her. The spasms were enough to drive him over the edge. She felt him empty his cock deep inside her. His pleasure was evident on his face. As their bodies began to relax he leaned forward and kissed him again. Slowly, lingering on his bottom lip, his warm breathe mingled with hers. There was no need for words, there was nothing to say. Slowly her pussy released him and he slid from her. She rolled off him and lay stunned for a moment. It seemed like hours before anyone took a breath. When she moved again it was to get up and collect her clothes. Finding herself without a shirt she walked to the master bedroom and removed a crisp white business shirt from a hanger. As she put it on, she breathed in his sent. She pulled on her jeans and grabbed a drink from the fridge before returned to him in the other room. "What's your name now?" he asked slyly "Mistress" she said. She grabbed her keys, kissed him one more time and strode out the door. Harley Rain - The Lounge The lounge was crowded, but it always was on nights like this. She glanced around until she located the table where her friends sat and then continued to scan the crowd looking for him. He wasn't in the lounge yet, which sent a twinge of anticipation through her body. She wasn't a patient girl and she was juiced up and ready to go. She was dressed in a simple sundress, offering up just the right amount of leg and just a little too much cleavage. A tiffany's key dangled between her breasts, drawing the eyes where she wanted him to notice. Under the dress she wore some sexy boy shorts and a black bra. The underwear was a deviation from her norm when she was meeting him, but since she was anticipating it to get very moist between her thighs long before he could touch her she decided they were best. As she sat with her friends and poured some wine they lapsed into a comfortable conversation. Her mind drifted to the small vibrating egg that was placed against her clit, waiting for him and she scanned the crowd again. She saw him enter the room, with several other men. He glanced around and their eyes caught each other. A small smile graced his lips but there was no other sign of recognition from either of them. The group sat several tables away and to the left. They had the perfect view of each other and that was the point. Her friends were talking to her again. Sliding out of the fantasy that was building in her she realized that they were talking about the group of men that just walked in. Sexy in a business casual way, a couple nice bodies' and a set of blue eyes that could make your pussy swell. She knew those eyes, she'd seem them up close and personal many times, but she said nothing and added a non-committal shrug as her answer. The heat that radiated from her sex told another story though, God how she wanted him! As if in answer to her silent story she was jolted with a vibration against her clit, a short burst of pure pleasure. She struggled to maintain a straight face. As quick as it came it stopped and she relaxed. His finger fiddled with his keys. An unassuming white square dangled from them, looking like any regular car starter, but this button juiced a much more sexual engine. As long as the line of sight wasn't interrupted he could push the button and cause the vibrator against her clit to start. He could make her orgasm right at that table, in front of her friends, in front of him. He was really getting off on that power trip. He shifted in his seat to better hide his growing erection. He pushed the button again, like a pulse, a steady on and off of stimulius, but never enough to allow her to catch her breath. Her hand clenched into a fist and dropped from the table; the only sign that she was feeling anything at all. She crossed and re-crossed her legs, searching for the relief that would remain elusive. A warm flood flowed from her pussy, reminding her how good he could make her feel. Constantly reminding her that he was fucking her right now, even though he wasn't touching her. He stopped as he watched her trace her finger down the line of her necklace and linger on her cleavage. He couldn't wait to suck her tits. He held his finger on the button, unwilling to stop. Her eyes closed, only for a moment, and his cock twitched, tight against his jeans. The ding of a text message arrived on her phone. She glanced at it. "Are you wet?" it said. "Getting there..." she responded. She knew he wouldn't like that response, she knew he would push that button again. This time the vibe exploded with a fast tapping, like his tongue was flicking her clit over and over again. The vibe slid against her easily now, gliding on her moist folds and making her want to cum right there at the table. She swallowed a large gulp of wine and steadied herself against the onslaught. Again and again the vibe massaged her throbbing clit, teasing her, bringing her so close. Trying to still her facial expressions was difficult and she risked a glance at him. He could hardly sit still as he watched. He was looking for a sign that she was close and when she looked at him he knew she was. His cock throbbed against him and he wanted to release it from his pants, to stroke it himself and cum with her. He was so hard that it hurt. His phone beeped. "More!" was all the text said His hand hammered the button and the other reached into his pocket to ease the strain. A gentle squeeze of his own cock and he almost came. He was resolved to watch her. The vibe was in the perfect place, her senses in overload. She wanted to leave her table and spread her legs over him and plunge his cock deep into her. The pleasure of the dirty little secret was so intense she almost screamed. She was so close... Her face flushed and she tilted her head back to laugh. But it wasn't laughter.... Her eyes closed and her mouth opened to let go of a silent moan. He was watching ecstasy. He had to know, had he made her cum right there? Her world faded as she tried desperately not to cry out. Knowing he was 10 feet away watching, tormenting was driving waves of pleasure through her. The orgasm raged through her body right to her core. Her pussy was begging to be filled with him. She wanted to wrap her lips around his cock and feel his hot cum slide into her throat, wanted to put her hands all over him. She wanted to fuck him. He needed to touch her, slide his fingers deep inside her and feel how hot and wet she was. He wanted to bury his cock in her warmth and have his balls slap against her as he pounded her. He didn't know how much longer he could sit and watch. She slid from her chair and walked towards the bathrooms, as she disappeared around the corner he pushed the button again. The quick flick of her clit was so pleasurable it almost hurt and she wondered if she could cum that hard again. He rounded the corner and came face to face with her. Without thinking he pushed her against the wall pinning her there with his weight. His erection strained against her middle and he kissed her hard. He wanted to devour her. His hands were rough in her hair and as he pushed her dress aside and grabbed her tits. He wanted to fill his mouth with her hard nipples and use his teeth to balance pleasure with pain. He wanted to rip off her clothes and shove his cock into her right there against the wall. Her hands slide to his ass and she squeezed him. She kissed him hard. Her hand snaked around his front and she grabbed his rock hard cock through his jeans. He groaned in sheer pleasure. She wanted to fuck him right there. His hand explored up the side of her leg and he pushed harder against her. She hadn't even touched him yet and he was ready to cum all over her. He couldn't, not here, but she could. Somehow his fingers found the button again and her clit exploded. "Cum right here, right now, for me!" he growled into her ear She nipped his neck before her mouth found his again. Her clit was being ravaged by the vibe. Her pussy ached and she wanted to rip her clothes off and have his face between her legs. She was panting, moaning softly into his ear. His mouth found her neck, his fingers a nipple and he flicked the button again. Her hands gripped his shoulders and her back arched into him. "Fuck yeah!" she groaned. Her sex was liquid fire as she came, pulsing and throbbing onto the vibe. She could only see sparks and her vision blurred. Her body shook in his arms and she pressed into his rock hard dick. Her eyes slammed shut and her mouth opened. His fingers found the side of her mouth and stilled her. It all felt so good, so exciting, and so raw that he almost couldn't take it. If they stayed there someone would surly see them but he was going to cum with her right now regardless. In a quick motion he spun her towards the bathroom door and pushed himself through. It was empty. Their eyes locked and she pushed him into a stall with such force the door crashed against the wall. Spinning with a swift movement she locked the stall. Her hand reached for his belt and zipper. She freed his hard-on from the jeans and roughly pushed them around his ankles. His boxers followed as she hurried to look at his cock. It was standing at full attention pointing directly at her. She squatted in front of him, and slid the top half of her dress off. She unhooked her bra and let her tits fall naked and beautiful in front of him. He loved to look at her tits. She gripped his shaft with her hand and swallowed his head deep into her throat. He groaned, loudly. She slid his cock in and out of her mouth slowly, flicking the tip of him with her tongue. She grazed her teeth lightly against him and sucked harder. Her free hand moved until his balls filled it and she squeezed lightly. His eyes glazed over and he wrapped his hand into her hair. He forced her head back and force along his shaft. His rod was so hard that is threatened to burst with every stroke. Her tits bounced in front of him and he thought about blowing his load all over them. God she was good at this. He was so close, so hard and so ready. She shifted her mouth to take in his balls and she sucked them and she stroked his shaft. He moaned her name... "Harder, faster!" he pleaded. She swallowed his shaft again and squeezed his balls. Her mouth was hot around him, moist and wet. She stroked and sucked again and his body tensed. His cock utterly ridged. He pumped again and again with his hips fucking her face and she moaned. He came, hard and fast in her mouth. His cock pulsed over and over flooding her mouth with his cum and she took it all. As the spasms slowed he released his grip on her hair and had to use the door to hold his weight. She licked the remaining cum off his cock with a satisfied smile. It was a good start but she was looking to get fucked and since that hadn't happened yet...