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I Saw Her

By: Taylor Brown



I turned the corner at the end of the bread aisle and there she was, the woman of my dreams. I’d seen her several times before and the possibility of seeing her made trips to the market a seething pot of anticipation for me. Today, her cart loaded with assorted food and paper products, so I knew she had completed her shopping and was headed to the checkout stand. I was filled with disappointment. 

If only I’d left the house earlier and not waited for the load of wash to finish spinning so I could put it in the dryer. If only I’d finished my shopping so I could stand in line behind her and watch her like I did the last time I saw her. I looked down at the loaf of bread in my cart and knew that it would be outlandish for me to get in line with one item and wait behind a woman with a full shopping cart. “What am I going to do?” I fretted. 

A brief glimpse wasn’t enough now that I’d seen her! “I know!” I told myself, “I’ll wait and see which line she gets in and browse in the corresponding aisle.” With that plan in mind I followed her and as she turned into a checkout line, I turned left, up the canned fruit aisle. I went quickly and turned my cart around at the halfway point and looked for the woman. I let out a sigh of relief and pleasure. There she was, I could see her clearly. She is petite with a slim athletic figure. 

Her hair is short and dark and she’s always brushing it away from her face and tucking it behind her ear. Hmmm, how I’d love to suck on her earlobe! It’s hard to tell much about her breasts because I’ve only seen her wear a running type bra, so she’s sort of flattened. God what a butt, through! On time she was wearing jodhpurs and the firm rounded mounds of her butt made me wet just thinking about squeezing her muscular ass as I pulled her against me. The lust was overwhelming and I had to look away. I picked up a can of peaches and pretend to read the label. She was wearing a long flowing shirt today, so it was fairly easy to calm down my images of her backside. 

When I looked at her again, she was unloading her cart. I loved watching her hands. The way she moved her fingers and the way she touched things was sensual and so erotic. I marveled over the way that my seeing her handle a bottle of dish soap could make me faint with lust. Oh, to have her fingers move over my skin the way they moved on that bottle! To distract myself, I studied her face. Her skin was tan and when she smiled her teeth were a stark white gleam of contrast. She smiled easily and her dark eyes would shine with a genuine open friendliness. 

The time I stood in line with her, I’d been the recipient of one of her smiles. For the rest of the day I felt like I was walking on air. As she waited for the items to be tallied, she smiled and chatted with the cashier. A wave of envy filled me. I’d heard her speak and she had such a beautiful soft-spoken tone that I could have listened to her for hours. I would have given anything to be close enough to hear her now. All to quickly she’d written her check and gotten her receipt and was pushing her cart out the door. 

I stood there for several moments longer and then went on to finish my shopping in a euphoric haze. I got home somehow and put the groceries away. Her image was vivid and kept me company as I did household chores. I wondered what she was doing. As I put the super in the oven I thought about what she was making for dinner. I heard your car pull into the garage and when you came in the door I called out, “In the kitchen...” 

“Be right there,” you replied. I knew I couldn’t wait any longer! I had to have her! I hurried to the bedroom, knowing that you would be undressing. I was breathless by the time I reached you and I grabbed your hand and dragged you to the bed. 

“Now?” you asked. I nodded and pushed you onto your back. I was undressing and kissing you at the same time and you laughed at my futile efforts to keep kissing you and pull my T-shirt over my head. Somehow we got undressed and I felt your bare skin, cool against my heat. I closed my eyes and ran my fingers along her body. I grabbed your hair and felt her hair between my fingers. 

I kissed your ears and sucked on her earlobes. I plunged my tongue into your mouth and scraped it against her perfect white teeth. I moved on top of you, but your erection was distracting so I got onto my knees in between you legs. I kissed and sucked each nipple and cupped her breasts in my hands. I slid my hands underneath you to feel the beautiful muscles of her ass. I couldn’t wait any longer so I climbed on top of you and in my mind I reversed the sensation of being penetrated to one of driving myself in to her. 

She moaned and bucked against me, driving me deeper into her cunt. I could feel the tip of my penis touching her cervix, her muscles clenching around me. Ah, the wonder of sliding in and out of her vagina, the pleasure of being surrounded by the slick heat of her cunt, was more than I could bear and I started coming. I was screaming as the waves of ecstasy pulsed through me and my cum exploded into her. As the sensations ebbed I became aware of you watching me pant above you. Your dick twitched inside me as you contracted your muscles. I bit my lip in embarrassment and you laughed. 

“You saw her again, didn’t you?” you asked. 

I nodded.

I Saw Her at the Party



I realized that I hadn't seen my girlfriend in quite sometime. The intimate club was crowded, closed off for the graduation party that she had put together and thrown for me. The music wasn't quite as loud as usual, and all the people there were our friends and family. Well mostly her friends. I had been cornered by some guy who worked with Sarah for the last twenty minutes and I realized as I glanced around, that Sarah was no where to be found. I entangled myself from the guy's constant droning patter, by pretending to need another drink and went on a search fro her. A few of her close friends feigned ignorance, having not seen her recently as I went through the entire club. Tonight was a special night. Not only had I graduated with my graduate degree, securing my partnership at the firm, but it was coming close to Sarah's and my one year anniversary, and in front of everyone gathered here tonight, all our friends and family, I was going to ask her to marry me.

I fondled the blue Tiffany ring case in my jacket pocket. I was getting worried as the night was coming to an end soon and I wanted to pop the question to her before anyone started to head home. But where was she?

I checked the bathrooms last. At first I heard her voice. I had reluctantly peeked into the women's bathroom as a final attempt to place her. Her voice was resonant and distinct, so I walked in to try and see if she was alright. Her next words hit me like a sledgehammer.

"Oh, yeah baby! Give me that big hard cock!" she squealed. The voice came from behind a closed toilet stall. I looked under and saw a pair of legs kneeling on the floor and another pair of men's legs in there with her. The girl was wearing the same heels and tights as Sarah had seductively dressed in this evening when we readied to go to the party.

"You like this big cock, don't you?" the gruff male voice said.

"Oh, yeah! I love it, it's so much bigger than any other!" she moaned.

"Bigger than his, isn't it bitch!" he proclaimed. His being mine.

"So much bigger! I can't give this cock up! It's so wonderful!" she said.

My girlfriend, slurped and sucked on that big cock she couldn't give up. I saw red.

I squatted down and reached under the stall door, grabbed her ankle and with a bewildered yelp from her, I dragged her ass our from under the door into the open. A line of drool, tracked back from under the stall. She screamed! There was movement from inside the stall as the man fumbled with his pants and tried to come out.

As he unlocked the latch, I kicked the door in with all my strength, slamming the door into his face. He was stunned momentarily, as I dragged him out. He grabbed my wrist to remove me from him. That was the wrong thing to do. I'm not a bulky guy, wiry and spry are better descriptions for me. Because I've always been tall, over six foot, I never really had a problem with bullies but a few years ago, I realized that it wouldn't hurt to have some self defense training. I slipped his hold reversed my weight and flipped him into a shoulder lock. He was face down on the floor, his arm contorted behind him and upward, between my legs as I slowly lowered my weight down on it. The pain was severe as he screamed in pain. If I kept lowering my weight, his arm would dislocate. If I continued after that, his shoulder would be broken beyond repair.

Sarah was screaming now, begging me to stop. It was now that I was cruelly in control of the situation, that I glanced around and saw a few of her lady friends watching with open mouths. Had they been in here during the entire time? I had no idea.

Pulling myself together, my anger now just simmering, I slowly released the man. I had never seen him before. I warned him that he should make sure to never see me again, otherwise he would not be so lucky. He nodded, pulled himself up and out of the club.

Sarah was crying now. Her legs didn't support her as she sat sprawled on the bathroom floor. I looked at her, waiting for an explanation.

"Oh, god Jason! I'm so sorry." She started.

"Why?" I asked. "How could you?"

She cried some more.

"I..."she blubbered. "I just wasn't thinking..."

"It didn't mean anything!" she cried.

"Didn't mean anything? What was all that talk about loving his cock?" I yelled. The girls decided that it would be a good time to leave the bathroom.

"I-I-I" she stuttered. "You heard that?"

A tear trickled down my cheek, I couldn't speak as I nodded.

"Oh god!" she wailed.

I composed myself. "Sarah, I was looking for you," I started. "I looked all over for you. I...I wanted to find you because..." I pulled the blue Tiffany's box out of my pocket. She saw it for the first time and her breathing stopped.

Tears ran down my eyes. "I was going to propose to you, in front of everyone tonight." I pocket the box again and shook my head. Sarah sobbed again.

"But what I saw tonight, Sarah, the year we've been through, the words I heard you say to that man, who you seem to have know before tonight... well... I guess I should be thankful to have found out before I made a fool of myself. Thanks Sarah." I fought back the tears as she stared quietly at me in shock. "Thanks for making tonight the most memorable night of my life." I turned and left the bathroom. I left the club. I went home. I went to the apartment, I had shared with Sarah. Sarah was left at the club explaining why the guest of honor had left the party.

I packed a suitcase of some of my belongings. I decided that I needed some space and time to think. Luckily I have a nice boat docked downtown which I had laughingly mentioned on a few occasions as a time out pad for situations like this. This would be the first time that I would be using it for this reason.

Just as I was ready to leave, Sarah came home. She saw the suitcase, saw the resolve on my face and crumbled again to the floor sobbing.

"I'm taking some time off, Sarah." I said as I finished gathering my things. "We'll have to figure out how to split things up."

"Oh, god," she moaned. "You're leaving me!"

I looked at her blankly. "Well, duh!" I said. "Apparently, setting aside the fact that you cheated on me during my party you set up and arranged in my..."I emphasized; "HONOR... you also seem to prefer that assholes cock to mine."

She wailed when I mentioned that.

"I don't think there's really any future for us, seeing as you don't like my equipment, and you have so little respect for me as to cheat on me and at my own party to top that!"

"It...it...didn't mean anything..." she muttered through gasps. "I just wasn't thinking..."

I stopped her. "You see, this is why it's over, dear Sarah. For you it meant nothing. For me, it meant everything." With that, I left her still collapsed on the floor.

I guess this is the part of the story where I tell you about my supposed great relationship with Sarah, how we met, how it was love at first sight, etc. Well, truth be told, it wasn't love at first sight. We had known each other for a time before we started dating as friends. We had things in common and just drifted towards each other. One night we wound up sleeping with each other and after that we couldn't leave each other alone. Six months later she moved into my apartment and we started making house together. We had our ups and downs, and upon reflection there were times when she was away from me, that I can't be certain that she was faithful to me, but I was to her. As graduation time approached, I started putting my life into perspective. I wanted to settle down. My future was now planned out and I sure wanted to have someone share my future with me. I thought Sarah could be the one.

It was those intentions that found me purchasing a Tiffany's ring for her a week before my party that she had insisted that we have. This was a momentous occasion, and Sarah was always one for a big party. Her sister was in attendance, and my family was ass well. I had prepared her sister and my family that I had a big question for Sarah and wanted them to be there for the occasion. They all were sure that I was going to propose, and that Sarah would happily accept. Then I found her sucking off Mr. Better-cock-than-mine in the bathroom.

Once settled on the boat, I changed into some sleep wear and turned my cell phone. Ten messages! I ignored them and called my dad. He was happy to hear from my, concerned about the change of events, and then sad when I told him how I caught Sarah. He promised to pass on my message to everyone else, as I didn't feel like retelling the story to everyone in the family. Hanging up, I shut off my cell and got a restless nights sleep.

The next morning, I focused on putting my life together. I tried to look at the bright side of things. No legal entanglements, no divorce, no lawyers, no splitting of assets, no child support. I really was lucky to find out about the slut before things could have gotten complicated.

The first thing I did was go to Tiffany's and return the ring. I now was $16,000 richer! The apartment was on a month to month lease, so I could move out anytime I liked. I settled in for breakfast at a diner and turned my cell back on. Anne called immediately. That was Sarah's sister. I hesitated and then decided to get things over with and answered.

"Hi Anne," I said.

"Jason! What's going on? Sarah won't tell me anything? Where did you disappear to last night? I thought you were going to propose?"

I calmed her down from frantic to anxious. Then I answered her questions.

"Anne, Sarah and I are through. Last night at my party I caught her sucking off some asshole."

"Oh my god!" she said. I swear I think they must be related.

"I don't know how long she's been cheating on me, and with how many other people, but I can't forgive her for that."

She understood. For what it was worth, she had no idea that there was any cheating going on between us. Sarah must have not confided in her. I believed her. She asked me what I was going to do. I told her I had already sold back the ring and was now planning on looking for a new apartment to rent.

"But that apartment was yours to begin with," she said. "If anyone should move it would be Sarah."

"Look Anne," I said frankly. "I haven't discussed this yet with Sarah, so my plans aren't fleshed out. I'll know more once I am calm enough to face her. Know this, though, we are through."

I hung up. I knew that Anne's next call would be to Sarah and sure enough five minutes later Sarah called me.

I told her I was at breakfast and that I would see her later. It was important that we get closure on this. That's what all the shrinks say, right? I hurt inside. I had feelings for her. But she certainly didn't feel for me the way I felt for her. It just wasn't meant to be, I kept telling myself.

That evening I entered my apartment. Sarah was cleaned up but with no makeup on and the crying she had done, she looked pretty pale and crappy.

"So talk," I told her as I plopped down on the chair opposite her.

She sighed and swallowed.

"Look Jason, I know that I can't take back what happened in that bathroom last night. I wish I could, but I can't. All I can say is that I am truly sorry for it happening and for you to catch me. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wasn't thinking. I had a little too much to drink and this guy just wouldn't leave me alone."

I listened quietly. The anger was still there, but I allowed her to continue.

"He practically dragged me into the bathroom and then started kissing me. I was tipsy and a little horny. My emotions were all over the place and one thing led to another and the next thing I knew you dragged me out of the stall and kicked his ass."

"When I realized you knew, I just crumbled inside. I had hurt you, ruined Your Night, your celebration, and I honestly can't remember a good reason why. Then you showed me the ring. I realized then just what I had lost..." she started crying.

"Please...Jason...please...forgive me. It will never happen again..."

I cut in.

"Just how many times have you cheated on me?"

"I..." she stammered. "I've flirted with a few guys before, kissed a few, but never went as far as I did with that guy last night."

Wow, so this wasn't the first time.

"And I'm supposed to believe that?" I asked.

It was like a slap to her face. All of a sudden, she realized that her entire history with me meant nothing now. All of it was circumspect, up for scrutiny. A year's worth of togetherness and trust had been demolished by just one event. Her word was no longer good to him. She stammered. There was nothing she could say now to defend her actions.

"What I keep wondering now, Sarah," I said. "is all those times when you were away from me, out of town, running late, staying late into the night at work, I wonder, if those statements were true, or if you were seeing someone else. How can I be sure that you have proven to me your faithlessness to me, your complete lack of respect for me?"

Her shoulders slumped. "I...can't," she said.

"So, from my perspective, I should just trust in you that this won't happen again, even though you yourself can't quite understand how you ended up with some assholes dick in you mouth during a party you yourself organized and threw for your boyfriend?"

She sobbed.

I continued.

"Not to mention the fact that you yourself admitted to making out with other men while we were together, and I distinctly remembered agreeing to go steady and be exclusive to one another, which to me means no making out with other people. And then there's the fact that news of what happened has spread. My family and your family knows what you did. So Sarah, how am I supposed to forgive you and for us to move on together?"

She was a pile of mush now. The loss of the past year, was now starting to sink in. Her friends and family know knew that she cheated, wrecked her life and his life. This was it. This was the end. She had ruined it. Taken a good situation, a good relationship and thrown it all away.

Jason shook his head.

"Sarah, I will forgive you," he said and Sarah was shocked from those words, but he continued.

"I will Sarah, because I will not live with the pain that you caused me. I release the pain and your guilt, but, we are done Sarah. There is no reconciliation. Now we just have to figure out how to move on and away."

Sarah buried her face into the pillow. The weight on his chest lessened as he truly forgave her. To be honest, Jason felt nothing towards her now. She had hurt him, but he found that he could release his feelings of her. The wet mass of flesh blubbering on the sofa before him, was something her could pity a little, but other than that he felt nothing.

Sarah moved out of the apartment at the end of the week. She moved in with her sister Anne. Jason moved back in from the boat and got on with his life.



I Saw Her Standing There



I had been scheduled for a morning meeting at my company's main office in Harrisburg. Fate had other plans. Jack Winston's teenage son had gotten involved in a traffic accident while driving to school. That removed Jack from the meeting, which in turn, removed any need for a meeting. I was headed north on I-81 before nine.

I pulled into my driveway just after noon while my wife, Brooke, wasn't expecting me home before dark. I was grinning to myself about how surprised she would be as I opened the front door.

I noticed several things immediately. First, the aroma of Brooke's special recipe cake frosting filled my nostrils. Then I saw the door to the laundry room, which was to the left of the kitchen, was wide open. Inside that room were what appeared to be two small spacecraft, but which were far more likely to simply be space age technology in the form of a washer and dryer. 

The thing that really caught my eye was my loving wife of 21 years standing totally naked in the entrance to the kitchen. Brooke always had been an attractive woman, but to me, she just seemed to blossom when she hit forty a couple years ago.

Her curves were fuller. Her confidence was greater. Her smile even seemed brighter. I had spent more than a little time of late wondering if women really did just hit their stride in their forties, or if men that age were just beginning to realize the true pleasures of the 'weaker sex'. Whatever it was, Brooke looked fantastic as she turned in surprise at my unexpected entrance.

"Steve!" she gasped. "I didn't expect you home for hours!"

"That's obvious," I replied smoothly. "Just who were you expecting, if not I?"

Brooke's face quickly reddened as she fought to conceal her emotions. I could almost see the wheels turning as she struggled for a response.

"Is that why you're home early? Checking up on me, Steve? Afraid I'd get bored with you gone to who knows where all the time? Worried that I'd find someone that appreciated me and could be persuaded to stay close, rather than wandering all over the place, neglecting their husbandly duties?"

Now I was caught by surprise. Brooke was complaining about my business trip? She had never mentioned any problems with it before.

"You know very well where I go and why," I shot back. "You don't seem to mind that my work enables you to get new appliances every other week. It looks like you have R2-D2 in the fucking laundry room."

"Didn't I keep asking you to fix the old washing machine? Didn't you keep telling me that you weren't "The Fucking Maytag Repairman"? Maybe you don't mind living without clean underwear, but I refuse to live like your parents and siblings!" retorted Brooke.

"I just saw Hartz's Appliance delivery truck as I came up the street. Is that where you got that washer and dryer? If it is, just how long have those two delivery guys been gone?" I asked with more than a little suspicion. 

"Well, they had a little trouble getting everything through the door to the laundry room, so it took them awhile. It's a good thing they were both very strong young men. They lifted those machines like they were plastic," smiled Brooke. "It was nice to have a couple hard young male bodies around the house for a change."

"What were you wearing while those young studs were making the delivery," I asked, almost dreading the answer.

"I had on a tank top and shorts when they arrived, Mr. Nosey!" Brooke responded. "Those two guys were so cute. When they were finished, I asked if I could get them anything in appreciation for such good service. I guess they could smell something good in the kitchen. The bigger fellow told me they would like either a piece of freshly baked cake, or a really good blow job."

"I see, " I responded nervously. "The guy could smell the cake, but that was still taking an awful chance when he suggested that you give him cake, or a blow job. What if you were offended and called the police? By the way, what kind of cake did you give them?" 

"Do I look like 'Fucking Betty Crocker"? laughed Brooke. "I was making that cake for dessert for dinner tonight and I knew you'd be disappointed if someone else ate it. I just couldn't spare any cake."

"Exactly what are you telling me, Brooke?" I asked as I moved closer to her. "I don't want to seem obtuse, but you'll have to spell it out for me."

"You can figure it out for yourself, Steve," chided Brooke. "They gave me a choice. I didn't choose the cake."

"Brooke! For God's sake! Those two guys are.."

"Hung like horses? Hornier than a two peckered billy goat? Men that make a woman feel desirable? Absolute studs? Is that what you were going to say?" demanded Brooke.

"No. I was going to say that they were both in your history class a few years ago! They were your students! They can't be much over twenty years old. The one kid is Mrs. Hunt's son. She's on the school board! You could have this all blow up in your face." 

"Were you peeking?" asked Brooke. "That's exactly what happened!"

"I guess it did!" I snapped. "Look at all that goo on your cheek. There's even more running down your tits! I never knew you to behave like this, Brooke. How long has this been going on?"

"I'm not really sure, Steve. I think probably it all started the night I lost my virginity," admitted Brooke.

"But I thought I was your first lover!" I moaned.

"Well, you did look familiar when we started dating. It could have been you," replied Brooke with little conviction.

"Are any of the kids even mine, Brooke? Can you tell me that much, at least?"

"Well, they could be yours, Steve, if you weren't on one of your trips during their conception, that is. I think Tim looks a little like you," responded Brooke in a soothing tone.

This was more than I could stand. I grabbed Brooke by both arms and pulled her hard against me. She seemed surprised at the intensity of my movement.

"I have a good mind to turn you over my knee and tan that ass of yours good," I snarled.

"It feels like you have a gun in your pocket, Steve. Maybe you're one of those guys that likes to hear about his wife's extracurricular activities. That's what's bothering you, isn't it? This all turns you on. Now you're horny as hell!" teased Brooke as she slowly moved her hand up to wipe the white goo off her cheek and ever so slowly slide her fingers into her mouth.

I watched in horror as Brooked repeatedly wiped the stuff from her face and then licked her fingers clean. Then my eyes slowly traveled down her torso to her wonderful chest, where more clung to her breasts.

"Be a good boy and clean them up for me, Lover," she urged as she watched my eyes take in her beauty. "Do that for me and I'll tell you everything. I'll answer every question you have. Just lick me clean, Sweetheart!"

This was my chance to make a statement; to let Brooke know that she couldn't manipulate me. I somehow knew that if I refused her request, I'd win. 

I took her left nipple into my mouth and sucked it clean. Then I did the same with the right one. Then I licked her chest thoroughly, being certain to get all traces from her body. Then I quickly stepped out of my pants, bent Brooke over the couch, and entered her fully in one stroke. She came on the second stroke.

"Now I expect those answers you promised!" I growled as I continued to plunder my wife's pussy. "Did you make a mess out of the kitchen again?"

"Yesss!" hissed Brooke.

"Did you forget to lock the top on the blender again? Is there shit all over the cabinets and the ceiling?" I demanded as I felt myself getting close.

"There is, Darling," responded Brooke between thrusts. 

"Did you get new the appliances from Home Depot or Lowes?" I managed as I continued my assault.

"Home Depot delivered them yesterday," admitted Brooke breathlessly.

"Why were you in the kitchen naked?" I wondered out loud.

"I spilled some cherry juice all over my clothes and thought I'd just toss them into our new washing machine," gasped Brooke.

"Did you forget to add the vanilla again?" I groaned as I filled my wife with my personal topping. "It tasted flat."

"That's what I forgot!" she moaned as I released my grip on her hips and allowed her to collapse on the couch.

"What the Hell am I going to do with you, Brooke?" I asked rhetorically.

"Do me on the new washing machine, Steve. It really vibrates a lot!"



I Saw Him Standing There



Author's note: I was hoping to add a bit of humor into this story, and it turned out rather long because of it. It isn't just a sex story in my opinion. Hopefully all who chose to stick through reading it feels that it wasn't a totally wasted effort. Feel free to vote and/or leave feedback. Thanks in advance to those that do :).

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I saw him standing there. Simple as that. I saw him and knew that nothing would be simple. First off, I knew I wanted him and didn't even know his name. That was shocking for me. I'm not the type of girl that chases after men but I couldn't deny the breathless moment I had when I looked toward him. 

Even more shocking was the fact that he also wasn't some drop dead gorgeous guy that women usually associate with the wet panties. I instantly pegged him as tall, dark and handsome, though anyone else would probably feel different.

He glanced my way also, though I'm not entirely sure that he really noticed me. I am certain that seeing me didn't have the same effect on him that he had on me. I am not one who draws attention of the men around me. Hell, most of my friends are men and they don't seem to want to go out with me. I am fine with that. Doesn't bother me at all. I would rather talk openly to them about their sex life than find out how truly horrible my sex life is in comparison to other women my age. 

I mean hell, I'm 30 years old, single, not quite what someone would call attractive though my male friends assure me that they could find me attractive if circumstances were right. I am on the shorter side, perhaps a little chunky by some standards, mostly my own...so I've been told. But I am content with myself and feel that I am not gross by any means. In the right light, I even see myself as having a pretty face...and given the right clothes, I can feel damn sexy. 

Today wasn't one of those overly sexy days, but there, there was the first man in many months that made me wish he were more than friendly. That perhaps he was single and would see me and fall head over heels in lust with me. Not love...that's over-rated. I want pure lust filled fantasy type stuff now. Last time I felt LOVE for someone it ended pretty badly. I haven't gotten laid since then. 

"God, had it really been that long ago?" I wonder. "A year? Sheesh, no wonder I am looking at him like he is some kind of feast." I can't help but smile when I then thank the good man upstairs for letting someone invent vibrators. 

"Damn, he is leaving." I see him turning to go to the register and pay for whatever book he is holding. I wonder if I should distract him or let him go. I don't want to let him go, but I'm not sure how to go about stopping him either. "Grab a book and go stand in line behind him?" I think to myself and run to grab a book, slipping between some other woman who was about to take my place behind him.

I turn and make what I hope is a "sorry" face to her. Then turn around and stand behind THE man. I catch a whiff of his cologne and wonder what it's called. I notice there is one person in front of us, well in front of him and I'm glad for the extra minute to try to figure out what I could say to him to not look like an idiot.

Times up...other person done and leaving. Tall dark and handsome man is stepping forward. His book I see now is possibly a naughty book or something; black plastic covers it so I can't see in. "What book did I grab?" I wonder looking down to see some book that I would never be caught dead reading. It was some kind of Suzy homemaker try new recipes and decorate your house books. "Damn. Nothing seductive or even suggestive of what I want."

I was still trying to figure out how to get myself out of that when the woman behind me for some unknown reasons pushes her buggy into me and I drop my book. Now the man in front of me is looking at me. I turn to glare at the woman behind me and turn back around just in time to see said man bent over at the waist picking up my dropped book. 

He stands up and smiles. He hands it back to me as the cashier is handing him his change. He says to no one in particular, "Have a good day", and turns to walk away. 

"Shit! Here I go again. Missed opportunity." I think. I turn to the other woman and shoot her a "what the hell was that look" and on impulse I run to go thank said man for his assistance. 

I decide to follow him out toward his car, less he have a girlfriend inside it or something. He walks up to a minivan. "Crap, maybe a married man? That sucks." I think followed by, "Well you still need to thank him and of course check for wedding band."

He is pushing the little button to open the car and I yell a bit louder than planed..."Excuse me".

"Yes?" he questions.

"Hi. I wanted to say thanks." mentally slaps self in forehead thinking, "I wanted to say take me home and fuck me hard."

"Oh, it's no problem at all."

"I know but I didn't have the chance to say thanks inside."

"Well, did you get your book all taken care of without her running into you again?"

"Umm...no actually. I remembered I didn't need that book after all. I had grabbed the wrong one." I replied without thinking. Then another mental head slap, "Great! Now you sound like an idiot. Just what you need."

He laughs. Not your typical, who the heck is this crazy person and get them away from me type laugh but one of those head thrown back maybe I'm enjoying it kind of laughs. It's a great laugh. It's one of those contagious laughs that makes even the idiot laugh right along. "How cool is this?" I wonder silently, even as I'm thinking about how it wasn't that funny.

"Sorry," he is talking again, "I just got the mental image of your face when you turned around to see me bent over picking it up. "You went from looking like you were ready to punch someone to what the hell is he doing instantly."

I laughed again wishing I had gotten rid of the "Punch someone" face before turning around.

I am trying desperately to figure out what the hell to say next caught between wishing I could just tell him what I wanted from him and wishing I wasn't just horny enough to wish he would bend me over the hood of his mini-van. I am almost laughing again at that mental image and he says simply, "By the way, I'm Dave."

I remind myself that I don't know enough to yet be picturing myself bent over anything, much less a mini-van which could very likely be a family car and respond with, "I'm Julie. Nice to meet you." I follow that thought up with "wow...how original is that? Dammit."

He isn't running to his car and jumping inside it to hide from me. Instead, we end up standing in a somewhat uncomfortable silence. I am trying to figure out what to say now that the polite introductions and thank yous have been said and I have no clue what so ever, as to what is keeping him standing there. I almost wish he would leave to end my torturous thoughts and let me go home and grab my faithful little plastic buddy who has served so well the last year.

Instead, he says, "I saw you by the books. Were you following me?"

"Wow. So he likes direct questions. Hmm...What can I do with that?" I consider it a moment. I chicken out on all the good comments that sprang to mind and say simply, "I was wondering what you were buying. You seemed to grab and run."

I almost fell down laughing when the man blushed before my eyes. I never knew men blushed so easily. I make a mental note to remember this occasion. 

"I uh...was going to grab it and pay then return to the store and say hi to you."

Not sure I totally believe his response but okay...I'll play along. Sort of. "What were you picking up?"

Another blush as he replied,"Just a book. I was getting it for a friend. He likes reading those type books."

"Yeah right!" I want so much to laugh at his innocent schoolboy thing. Though all I say is, "I saw the black bag over it. It must be some book. What's it called?"

"Uh...girls next door or something like that." He seems relieved that I'm buying his innocent routine.

"Does your wife know you buy those for your friend?" I question...curiosity killing me...is he married or not?

"Oh, well...I don't have a wife, or girlfriend."

"Oh." I state simply.

Damn silence again...I can tell he is ready to leave this time around. I know I don't want that to happen. "Should I ask him out?" I wonder..."Why the heck not. What's the worst that can happen?" I say, "I know we just met, but how about lunch? I want to thank you properly."

He seems surprised but says, "Sure."

"Okay great. Let's go to Shadows, right up the road." 

"Okay."

We go to our respective cars, little further walk for me since he is standing at his mini and I wonder if he will really be there when I get there.

He was! I couldn't help thinking OH MY GOD! I still couldn't figure out what it was I was really after. Well of course beyond the fact that I was horny as hell and he was to blame for it. I was just not sure at all how I was going to let him know that I was totally in heat. I thought only dogs were in heat but I couldn't come up with any other way to describe the way I felt.

Okay, I see him and now he sees me. He waved, as if we are some kind of lifelong friends. God his smile could melt ice cubes. Men should not be allowed to look that good when they smile innocently. Sexy seductive smiles like his should be reserved for in the bedroom after he delivers a mind-blowing leave you panting type orgasm. My body announcing its need to feel just that has me telling myself to resist the urge to think about those mind blowing orgasms.

I walk up to him. "Hi again."

"Hello. Shall we go in? I haven't been here in months."

"Why not? It's my favorite place to go for a quick lunch."

"Yeah, mine too. But I just got back into town."

"Oh. I guess that is a good reason to stay away. Where were you, if you don't mind my asking?"

"I don't mind. My girlfriend lived in Georgia and I lived here. It sucked, so I moved out to be with her."

"Oh." Damn. No wife but he does have a girlfriend. I should have known better. Is it too late to back out on lunch?" I question myself.

"Don't look so disappointed." He teased.

"Oh shit. Did I look disappointed?" I thought, but refrained from asking. Saying instead, "Uh..." and sounding even dumber.

He laughed. Out loud. People were looking in our direction. So embarrassing. I could feel the blush covering my cheeks and probably, if truth be told, the rest of my body as well. I can't remember the last time someone had me blushing so much.

What did he say once he finally stopped laughing? Nothing much, simply "Don't worry. Moving in with her was a huge mistake. We split up."

I am not sure whether I should be happy or ticked off because he made me wonder about his single status. I didn't have time to wonder too much cause at that moment the waitress came over to take our order.

On a first date, I always eat lightly, and this was no exception, well except for the fact that it wasn't really a "Date". Call me insane, I did. Shadows' is well known for its feasts. You order a simple cheeseburger and end up with like a half pound of hamburger patty with all the toppings any true southerner would put on their burgers. I wasn't sure I wanted tall dark to see me stuffing one of those in my mouth. I settled for a salad and a good old-fashioned glass of sweet tea. 

Tall dark wasn't as worried about appearances, he got the cheeseburger and fries and I was jealous.

Once the waitress is out of earshot, and we have our teas, I sit trying to figure out what besides the fact that I haven't had a real orgasm in a year makes me want to fuck the man across from me. He has dark hair, which I've always been a fan of. He is somewhat trim. Not fat but not necessarily skinny either. His face is hard angled, manly perhaps. Great teeth and dark brown eyes. It isn't shocking that I would find him appealing. I can see it. I am just not sure why I went weak kneed before saying hi. I usually take a LOT longer to warm up.

"You're staring." He states simply and I feel the blush from my toes to my ears.

"Uh. Yeah I guess I was. Sorry." What else do you say? I've never been caught staring before. Not and confronted about it.

"No need for Sorry. What were you thinking while staring?"

"That I want to fuck you silly?" I think blushing even more and praying he didn't notice. I wanted to say it, but didn't have that kind of balls just yet. "Put that ball in his court and see what happens." I think, more calmly than any thought I've had since seeing him.

"Well, I was thinking that you were too good looking to be buying magazines that have a black plastic cover over them for a friend." I say followed by another mental head slapping and thoughts of, "Damn. Okay so not quite such a witty thing to say.

He damn near falls out of his chair laughing as I'm sitting there trying desperately to assure myself that although not a bright thing to say it wasn't that funny. People are staring at us again. I want to crawl under the table and hide.

Dave, still laughing at me, says, "I am going to assume that was a compliment. Please, tell me if I'm wrong."

Now I really am thinking the floor looks good. I know I am about as red as a person can be, but somehow I find the ability to speak. I say simply, "You're not."

Still trying to cover his laughter he says, "Thanks." 

We are back to the somewhat uncomfortable silence and I'm ready for the food to arrive so I can eat and not make a fool of myself. He is the first one to talk again.

"So, tell me about you. I assume you're not married. You wouldn't have asked me out if you were. Boyfriend perhaps? I can't see any reason why you would be getting a Lovely Home, unless you were attached in some way."

"Oh, well, I'm not married. Nor do I have a boyfriend. I just picked it up." I say, hoping he will let it go so I don't have to explain why I had it.

"Really? You seemed to know the book you were going for. I mean you weren't standing there when I was looking."

"Shit, here we go..." I think. Closing my eyes, I decide to jump with both feet. After all, he said he had been in a hurry to check out so that he could return and say hi, right? "I grabbed it so I could buy another minute to try and say hi to you."

I see the evil little twinkle in his eye. He enjoys making me confess. I mentally call him a brat. I'm not able to think of anything more befitting. 

"Really?" he asks, as if in deep thought. "Why would you want to do that?"

I try to think of things to say to get him off this line of questioning. I come up blank and I'm not sure how to get myself out of the hole he has dug for me. I'm not so sure that I want to tell him, "Because, I saw you and wanted to fuck your brains out." I stumble through it saying, "You're good looking and I wanted to see if you were single."

He nods his head, as if he knew it all along, and says only "hmmm."

"Brat" I again think.

Thank god, the waitress decided at that moment to show up with our plates.

We eat in silence. My salad is great, but I can't help envying him in the fact that guys are so "guyish" and can eat a friggen cheeseburger on a first date, without concern. If only us girls could care less if we looked like a pig in front of a new guy, but once upon time many ages ago someone, probably a man, decided that girls should strive to not have the pig out appeal. Damn our bad luck!

Anyway, amid small talk of nothing very important to anyone, we finish our meal. I'm still trying desperately to come up with some kind of clue as to how to turn the situation into something a little more rewarding that wouldn't include solo pleasure with my little plastic buddy. I want to turn the conversation to something more personal but honestly have no clue how to do it and yes, I do know that is idiotic. If I were a guy, I would jump in with both feet if I were interested in the person sitting across from me but that goes back to that once upon a time stuff. Maybe one day the girls will catch up with the guys. I'm trying, but I'm obviously still a work in progress.

I know the "first date" is ending now that the food is gone and the waitress has already cleared the table. I'm getting the idea that Dave is growing a little bored sitting there because he is starting to look around. Looking for a quick escape perhaps? I can't help but think that maybe I should let him off the hook, leave and visit my old faithful plastic buddy who I don't have to worry about seducing into it. I decide that it would be easier than trying to turn the topic to sex, and how much I want some, in a public place, or lowering myself to asking for an invite to his house. 

Dave, being the kind soul he is, takes the ball out of my hands and tosses it into the air like a true gentleman would by saying, "You look like you're getting bored but I'm not ready to stop talking to you. I can't invite you to my place because I'm sharing a house with a couple friends. Can you think of a place for us to go for a while? Or do you have something else you need to do today?"

I have to stop and think about my house. Is it clean enough today? Dirty panties laying on the floor or anything gross lying about. I can't think of anything right off hand, so I take the ball out of the air and firmly put it in his hands. "I don't have anything going today. I'm off from work until tomorrow at 9am. If you want we can go hang out at my house for a while."

"Sounds great. I'll follow you then."

"Yippee!" I think but somehow refrain from saying. Aloud, I say, "Okay. Sounds good to me." I reach into my purse to bring out some cash to cover my lunch. I don't want him to feel that he has to pay for me.

"Keep it. I'll get this. You ate like a bird anyway."

"He says I ate like a bird?" I silently fume. "I should have gotten the cheese burger!" To him I only smile and say thanks.

I head out to my car while he is paying and when he comes out I hand him a note giving rough directions to my house and my cell phone number in case we somehow get separated on the drive over. 

He heads to his minivan and I start pulling out of the lot making sure he has had enough time to get out also.

I spent the 10-minute drive to my house watching the rear view to make sure he isn't lost yet and thinking about how to turn the conversation more intimate. There has to be something, that won't seem like I'm begging him to fuck me. I consider the book that he bought. Maybe that is the key. I could ask him to let me see it. It's for a friend of his but surely; his friend wouldn't mind him previewing it. I like the idea, and decide to go with that. Look at some pictures of naked girls. He will get turned on, as most guys do from the visual. I could seek out his comments to keep him interested in it and when we turn to the stories, I could start reading them. Maybe read them to him. Now that the ideas are flowing through my head, I am very anxious for us to get to my house so that I can see if Dave is willing to follow along with me.

My house isn't much, it's actually just a small apartment, basic layout, decorated by me with hand me downs from parents and friends. I like it though. It gives me privacy when I want it the most and it's a place to have friends over when I can get together with them. My X and I got the apartment and lived in it for 8 months. When he left, I wouldn't give it up. If not for my little apartment I would probably still be living with my parents, and though they are great, that would never work.

I opened the door for Dave, peeking inside to make sure that the gross things, last night's dinner or something, wasn't there for all to see, and I invited him in. 

"Nice place." Dave said when he walked into the living room and glanced around while sitting down on the chair near the door.

"Thanks."




I Saw Him Standing There



The silence was back. As if neither of us could think of something to say and perhaps he was wondering if this was a mistake and was ready to bolt out the door. "Was that why he sat next to the door?" I wondered.

In all my brainstorming about the possibilities behind the book, I didn't come up with when exactly it would be a good time to bring it up. I decide to go into my room to change my shirt, eliminating bra, so that I will be more "comphy" and come up with a better idea.

We both start talking at the same time, though granted not very bright conversation, by saying "Uh" and "Um". Followed quickly by raised eyebrows and asking the other "Huh?"Then both of us laughing.

Dave was the first to get himself back on the right track saying, "I was going to ask if you would mind if I turned on the radio."

I laugh again and say "Sure. I was going to say that if you didn't mind I would go put on a tee shirt. This sweater is kind of warm."

"I don't mind at all."

"Great. Be right back. Feel free to change the radio station or put in a CD. Whatever you like."

"Thanks."

I go into my bedroom, and close the door to "get comphy" and reassess my idea on when to ask him to see the book and get it moving in that direction. Deciding that if conversation doesn't start flowing then I'll ask to see it real quick. That should open up conversation as well as lead in to things that are more intimate. If conversation begins flowing though, I won't interrupt it by jumping on the book too quickly.

I reach into my drawer and pull out a tee shirt, solid baby blue tee shirt. I strip off my sweater and bra and pull the tee shirt on. I glance in the mirror and study myself a moment. The shirt is a little baggy, and with the way it hangs over my breasts, it will be obvious I am not wearing a bra, if he is interested in looking. I like the way it looks with my jeans, but decide to go for broke and change them as well. Reaching into another drawer, I pull out a pair of black shorts. They are made out of the same material as sweat pants and too short to be publicly worn since they cover to only about an inch below the ass cheeks. However, considering that I hope to seduce someone, it works nicely. I also decide to go commando, and ditch the panties. I check quickly with my hand to make sure that my legs don't feel like a porcupine or anything and am glad to find that they don't feel that way.

I look into my mirror again and think that I look like someone begging to be fucked. Not the way I was going for, but I'm not disappointed by it either. I'm just glad that today isn't one of those "feeling fat" days or close enough to a period that I look all bloated and stuff. 

Deciding that this is as good as it gets and Dave will take me up on it or not, I let out a big huff of air and reach for the doorknob.

I had always thought that "eyes popping out of your head" was just a goofy statement, but when I opened the door and Dave saw me, his eyes did just that. I mean not in a gory kind of way, just his eyes got huge and I had to wonder how it didn't turn gory. Must give him credit though, he recovered quickly. He even glanced away from me to say, "You've got good taste in music. I liked all your CDs. It was hard to pick just one."

"Thanks. I listen to the stereo more than watch TV. I like to have my choices and will listen to all kinds of music."

"I listen to a lot myself. Do you feel better now that you've changed clothes?"

"I do actually. It got warmer today than I had expected. I got hot when I went outside of Shadows."

"Yeah it is warm today. For March anyway."

I chuckle and say, "Yeah. In July we will be wishing it was this cool."

Dave joins my laughter admitting that "Yes we will."

Another silence and he goes back to scoping out my apartment. "Is now the right time?" I wonder and answer myself, "YES. Just go for it. See what happens. Worst case, he will go home."

"Uh," I begin, "would you like a glass of tea?" Call me chicken, I won't mind.

"No thanks. I had plenty at Shadows."

"Okay. Also, I was wondering something."

"Okay, shoot." Dave says.

"The book you bought for your friend. May I see it? A friend of mine was telling me about this article in her husband's magazine that I should read. I just don't have it yet. Since you do, I was wondering if I could glance at it and see if I want to buy the book for it. See if it's the right one anyway."

"Uh. It probably isn't the right one." He says.

I can't help but notice the blush. His whole face turns red and I have to wonder what is provoking that blush. I can't stop myself from digging deeper.

"Why not? She said that he just got it last week. I can't imagine they have new ones out already."

"Uh..." he says, turning a deeper shade of red. "It isn't in the book I have because I didn't really tell you which book I got. I didn't want to give you the wrong impression, so I gave you a not so factual answer."

"Oh really..." I think, "Could be interesting." Aloud I say, "Okay. How would I get the wrong idea?"

If possible, he turns another shade of red as he replies, "Because it has naked men in it."

I can't help it, I start laughing and can't stop and before long, Dave is laughing right along with me. I am laughing because of the image that I would have developed had he told me it was naked men instead of women and because it shot the whole seduction thing, I was hoping for right out of the window. I can't seduce a man with pictures of naked men. It just doesn't happen.

He continues with his sentence once the laughter slows a little. "My friend is a woman. Her boyfriend likes looking at naked women in magazines. It drives her nuts so I told her to start getting her own books of naked men and maybe he would stop. She didn't want to buy them and asked if I would get her one. Today was the first book for her."

I start laughing again, remembering that I thought it was odd that he was blushing when I questioned him about the book. It was all making sense now. I had so firmly believed that the blushing was him trying to play sweet and innocent. Now that I knew the whole story behind it, it was just hilarious. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, and try to stop laughing.

When I step out of the bathroom, I am in control of myself, for the most part and Dave is sitting on the couch, near where I was sitting before. He is holding the magazine in question.

I look at him questioningly.

"I wanted to prove that I was telling the truth." He states.

"Oh, you don't have to. I can't imagine you lying about that."

"I know, but here." He says holding it out to me.

"I haven't looked inside a naked man magazine in years." I say honestly. "They changed the ones I use to buy, so I stopped. I use to like the stories in them and they got rid of those. Now we have the net and pure story magazines. Who needs pictures?" I take the book from him anyway. He has already opened it, but left the black bag over it.

I sit down on the couch beside him. He had sat in the middle so there were only a few inches separating us. I pull the book out and look at the cover.

The cover shows a man wrapped in a towel. He like some blond haired God, by most women's standards, all muscles and baby oiled so that he looks like he just climbed out of a steamy hot shower and is now sweating like no tomorrow. Things on the cover stated Man of the year and Damien would rock your world and other stuff.

I opened the book and the first several pages were advertisements, then there was some black hair guy on a beach. He was fully dressed at first but each picture showed him taking off a little more. At the end of the shoot, he was laying on the beach holding his somewhat impressive half-hard package. I didn't find it very impressive though. I never much cared to see a guy holding himself, much less holding it at half-mast so I turned the page.

"Didn't like that one?" Dave asked.

"Not really."

"Why not? Not good looking?"

My turn to blush. "Well, he just isn't my type." I keep it simple.

"Most women would like him, I think."

"Maybe."

Dave takes the magazine from me and turns back to the page. "Tell me what you don't like."

I find it hilarious that my idea to use the book on him has backfired and now is being used on me, but I decide to play along. I'll be honest and blunt and try to keep my blushes to the minimum. "Well, he is good looking, I guess, but he is too muscled. A pretty boy. He is holding himself, trying to make it look bigger than it is because it's only half-ready. I don't want to see that. I want to see the real deal."

"Okay. That makes sense to me, I guess." Dave says, "on to the next one." He turns the pages and finds the next male on display. "What about this one?"

The one in question was a set of pictures of the blond on the cover. Each picture of him taking the hot shower had a caption underneath it stating how Eric liked his showers hot and that he was wishing you were there with him to make him enjoy his shower more. 

Dave asked, "This one?"

"He has a good body, not too muscular, but still not really my type. He is blond. I've never really been attracted to blonds. I dated one once and he was an ass. Turned me off them. He isn't holding his own package so that gets him brownie points."

"Okay." Dave says and turns a few more pages.

We continue going through the book, each male is discussed and dissected. I've never known a man who would look through a book of naked men and want to know opinions but admit that it was kind of fun to do so with a man. Since I didn't know the man sitting next to me that well I wasn't afraid to say what I really thought of the men in the book. If I liked what he showed, I said it. If I didn't, I said that also.

Near the end of the magazine, we found stories. Well, rather...it was more captions, describing what Damien would do if he could get his hands on you. Dave and I both started reading silently. "Damien" discussed how he would kiss "your" lips and work his way down over your neck. He would suckle on your breasts making sure to dodge your nipples until you were begging him to suck them. At which time he would hold them still with his teeth while flicking his tongue over them. 

When it got to where he was doing the same thing to "your" clit I couldn't help but shift in my seat a little bit. I give the author credit, they knew what they were doing and what a woman wants to think about, or maybe it has just been so long since I've felt it that it sounded unbelievably good to me. I'm not sure. I began to wonder if Dave was still reading, and if the "story" was having any effect on him at all. I needed a second to cool down a little anyway so I stood up and said, "I need that tea now. You want some yet?" 

His face was turned to the book, obviously still reading when I stood up. "Uh, yeah. That would be great." He said. 

Dave set the book aside and I couldn't help but glance down and I was almost certain that I could see a bulge through his jeans. 

I turned to go to the kitchen and pulled glasses from the cabinet. As I was putting ice into the cup, I heard Dave, "I would make sure you came on my tongue and I would then kiss my way back up your body.

"OH my god. He is reading it to me." I thought silently, kissing my chance to "cool off" good-bye.

Dave continued reading, "I would kiss your mouth and bury myself inside your wetness. Pausing to make sure you were comfortable with my invasion before I slowly start sliding myself in and out. I want to feel your body respond. I want to feel you cum while I am inside you so I'm taking my time, rubbing against you when I am inside you the deepest."

I walk back into the living room and sit down on the couch, handing Dave his tea. He takes a quick drink and I look down at the book, figuring we would read in silence again. Dave continues reading before I can find where he left off. 

"I feel you trying to urge me deeper. I feel your body tightening around mine and I know that you are close. I speed up, anxious to take you there and when your body starts shaking I stop pulling myself out and simply rub against you, urging you on until finally your passion takes you over that peak again and I speed up to my movements in an effort to meet you there." 

With the ending of the story, Dave puts the book aside and reaches for his tea, which he had at some point put onto the table. 

I'm not sure what to say or how to respond. Hearing him reading it had been more of a turn on than reading it myself. I feel as though my seduction of him had somehow turned around and was now him seducing me. Should I let him continue to lead or should I take matters into my own hands? I wasn't sure. 

"What did you think of the story?" Dave asked.

"It was good. Not sure it was a story, but it was enjoyable."

"I thought so too."

Dave was looking at me, as if wanting me to do something and I didn't know what to do. I just looked back at him. I took a deep breath and let it out. It sounded shaky to my own ears. I felt like some kind of innocent virgin. Sex shouldn't be so hard. I start chewing my lower lip as I often do when nervous. I watched Dave's eyes lower to my mouth. In another show of nerves, I lick my lip, without thinking.

Apparently, that was the clue he was waiting on because at that moment Dave half moaned and moved toward me, putting his lips on mine. I was a little shocked by the suddenness but I wasn't going to pretend to not want it. I put my arms around him and pulled him closer to me.

I opened my mouth to freely invite him to come in and visit. He did and by the time he stopped to come up for air I was darn near panting and aching to be touched from head to toe.

"I guess the story kind of got to me." Dave said when his breathing calmed a little.

Breathing deeply in a continued effort to calm myself a little, I say, "That's okay. I don't mind."

"Yeah, but I don't have anything to, um, put on during that."

I laugh and say, "I don't know what the shelf life on them is, but I think I have one in the bedroom. Do they go bad?"

Dave laughed and said, "I'm not sure. How long has it been there?"

"Probably close to a year."

"It should be okay. But I won't push any further unless you're comfortable with that."

"I'll be okay. I'm also on the pill."

Dave said, "Good" though it was muffled by the fact that he came in for another kiss, which I welcomed completely.

Our tongues battled together for a while in that duel that been around forever. Both of us were once again breathing hard when we broke for air. This time though, he didn't pull away to catch his breath. Instead, he kissed my nose, forehead, and cheek and began working his way over to my ear and down to my neck. 

He nibbled and suckled on my neck for what seemed an eternity while his left hand squeezed and massaged my right breast through my shirt. Then he worked his way down over my tee shirt with his mouth. 

There was something unbelievably erotic about his warm damp mouth closing over my tee shirt covered nipples as he sucked each one into his mouth. 

He slid his hands up under my shirt and the shock of his hand on bare skin while his mouth was still on the outside was both a pleasure and torture. I wasn't sure how much of it I could handle. Already I was aching to be filled by him.

I was both relieved and disappointed when he finally pulled away from me, taking my hand to help me sit up when I hadn't even realized I was laying down. He continued pulling my hand until I was standing.

When I was all the way vertical, he looked into my eyes and began slowly lifting my shirt up and over my head. Then he kissed me again so that I could feel his shirt, his body heat against the bare skin of my chest and stomach. 

I wrapped my arms around him, in part because I wanted him closer and to keep myself standing upright. 

Dave put his arms around me also, though eventually slid them down and inside my shorts. I heard his muffled groan of approval upon finding out that no panties were inside the shorts, though for the life of me I couldn't tell you what it was he said.

When he broke the kiss, he bent down and pulled my nipple back into his mouth. If I had thought through the tee shirt was great, then this was pure heaven. If his arms hadn't been around me, I'm not so sure that I could have remained standing.

When he broke off from my nipples, he pulled his hand from inside my shorts and dropped to the floor on his knees. He put his face to my pussy through my shorts so that I was able to feel the heat from his mouth that way and my knees almost buckled. Then he put his hands on me and began moving my shorts down my legs.

Before my shorts hit my ankles, he had pushed me slightly so that I was sitting on the couch. He pulled my shorts off my feet glancing at my neatly trimmed bush. 

When they were off Dave came in close to kiss me again, though apparently his impatience was getting to him because it didn't last as long as previous ones and he was working his way back down my neck and chest, kissing my belly and moving lower still, forcing me to lay back and let him go. 

I wasn't going to complain. I was ready for it myself. I wanted that and more.

I knew what was coming but the shock of his tongue on my more than ready pussy almost sent me over the edge. I managed to hold back, somehow, wanting to enjoy it before I gave in to it. 

He licked slowly, up and down and around, testing my responses. When Dave found the spot that made me shudder, he stayed there. Slowly teasing it. I again found myself feeling a wonderful pleasure/torture mixture. Both wanting him to do more and less all at once.

He teased me like that for a while, softly hitting my good spot varying the pressure he put there, until I was sure I would go insane. Then suddenly he got on it consistently.

His tongue moved back and forth rapidly over my spot. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I could feel it coming. When he slid his finger inside me and began moving it in and out, I was lost. My body tightened around his finger one time before pleasure hit and I was lost in pleasure-filled clench and release, followed closely by shudders, moans and smiles.

Dave slowed down his tongue's caresses, but didn't stop until I had totally finished my peak, and I felt almost certain that if he kept going in that way I would be back there again in a very short time.

When all the shuddering finally left me, he stopped, kissing his way back up my body, before standing up in front of me.

I was still lying back on the couch, same position I had been in while he was there and the thought occurred to me that I was the only naked one. I hadn't even considered it until that moment but now that I had, it was definitely time to remedy that, and I told him so as I sat up to start working toward that goal. 

Dave didn't seem to mind my suggestion and instantly began pulling his shirt over his head and as every inch of his stomach and chest was revealed, I couldn't help but watch. 

His stomach was nearly flat, though not six pack abs or anything. His chest had a little hair on it, but it was only in a small patch. Fine by me, hairy chests aren't something I'm seeking. I know from experience that it tickles your nose. His nipples were soft, almost puffy looking, and I wondered if he liked them sucked on or if he liked fingernails scratching over them lightly.

I didn't have the desire to stand up and suckle them so instead, while he pulled the shirt over his head I reached up as high as I could and lightly ran my fingernails down over his chest. He didn't seem to mind that either and even inhaled a soft gasp when my fingers traveled over his nipples. They hardened instantly, as mine might have with the same treatment.




I Saw Him Standing There



I continued running my fingers down and over his stomach until they couldn't go any further due to his belt and jeans. I studied the belt a second trying to figure out what my success rate would be if I tried to undo it. It looked easy enough, but while looking there I could see the bulge through his jeans and that distracted me. I let my hands go lower and cupped him through his jeans causing him to gasp again.

I smiled at him knowingly and decided to try my luck with the belt. I did manage to get it undone, though it wasn't a pretty sight. I guess I was out of practice. Dave was very patient with me on it though. 

When I attempted to unbuckle his jeans though, he wasn't so patient. He took care of that on his own and unzipped for me as well. 

Then we both worked to get his jeans and boxers down, though when we got them about half way I lost interest in them and focused on his cock, standing proudly, begging to be touched.

Who am I to deny it what it wants? I had to reach out and touch him, even though he was still struggling with his jeans. 

I touched him lightly at first. I didn't want him to stop taking his jeans off and considering that, he had to move around to get them off I chose not to risk injury to him or any of his parts.

As soon as the pants were gone though, I dove right in. Using my hand to jack him a little, watching his face as I stroked him. I used one hand to stroke and the other lightly scratching over his chest and stomach. Trying to gauge his reactions, find out what he wanted.

When I grew bored with that, and realizing that a dry hand is never a good thing, I looked toward his cock and leaned toward it more until I could stick out my tongue and taste the head of him. 

Another slight gasp from him was all the encouragement I needed. I leaned in further and took the head of his cock inside my mouth using my tongue to tease the head.

I pulled back after a few seconds and looked up to see his head thrown back slightly obviously enjoying my attentions, so I scooted closer to the edge of the couch and went back to work, this time taking more of him into my mouth. 

His body's response, tensing legs and heavy breathing along with occasional sighs when I hit the good spots or did something he obviously enjoyed, encouraged me. It told me to keep going, and perhaps to go further. I didn't mind giving him that so I used my mouth to suck him gently. One hand stroking all the places that my mouth couldn't hold and the other hand cupping and massaging his balls. Occasionally I would take one hand and reach around him to cup his rear and pull him closer to me. Like I didn't want him to try to escape or anything.

He wasn't going anywhere and he wasn't complaining at all. Or so I thought.

I could tell by his body's response that he was probably nearing his peak and even as much as I wanted to feel him inside me, I was excited by the fact that he was going to cum in my mouth. It was another of those strange situations where we find ourselves wanting one thing and another, though we know we can't have both, at least, not currently.

Then he pulled away. I could almost hear the pop when he pulled himself from my mouth and I just kind of stared at his cock a moment as if to demand it tell me where it was going. Knowing that it wouldn't tell me a whole of a lot, I looked up to his face. He was smiling, and said, "You keep that up and I won't be able to hold off much longer."

My first thought was, "is that really a bad thing?" and I said as much.

He chuckled and said, "Yeah it would be. There is another place I would much rather go at the moment."

I know my eyes got huge. I felt them. Hearing him say that somehow made what we were doing so much more erotic and I felt myself opening to him. Like my pussy was now just waiting for his invasion and for the life of me I couldn't come up with anything that felt right to say except, "okay."

"Where is the condom you have?"

I had to stop and really think about that. "Uh, bedroom. In the night stand."

"Okay. Mind if I go get it?"

"Uh, no. It's on the right side of the bed."

"Okay. You stay right there. I'll be right back."

As if I actually wanted to do anything other than stay right here and wait, knowing that he was going to come back and give me what I've wanted since I laid eyes on him.

I heard him rummage around in my stand for a minute and then it was quiet. I was beginning to wonder if something in there had changed his mind, glad that I had my little plastic buddy in the other drawer. Didn't I? Oh, my god what if he found it? That would be embarrassing. Better, go see what is going on. Maybe he can't find it.

I was about to get up to go check when he returned. He came back with the rubber already in place and I was put at ease. All was well and I couldn't take my eyes off his cock coming toward me like a plane heading for base. All I could think of was how it would soon be inside me. Right where we both wanted it to be.

He came to me, and kissed me passionately while pushing me back onto the couch. As he did so, he came between my legs and I felt his maleness bump against my waiting pussy.

I was done with the idea of fooling around, I wanted him inside me now and was about to take that matter into my own hands when he pushed forward slightly and found what he was looking for.

His cock entered me, stretching me slightly. It wasn't a slow penetration but one of eagerness on both parts to have him fully inside. Feeling him there was almost enough to bring me off, but not quite. 

Firmly inside me, still kissing me, I was lost. We fit together in a way that felt like we had been designed to fit that way and when he began moving inside me, I thought nothing had ever felt so great.

Now that the need to be inside had been satisfied, Dave took his time, slowing rocking himself in and out, teaching me how to move against him. Letting me learn how to gain the most pleasure from him, and finding his own pleasure within me. But I wanted more. I wanted faster and I began trying to encourage him to give it to me by wrapping my legs tight around him to pull him deeper. When that wasn't enough, I reached with both hands to grab his ass and pull him in that way.

I rocked myself against him, moving even if he paused and gradually he increased his speed. His thrusts were brining me so near that I felt I would fall over my peak any moment but I just couldn't quite get there. He seemed to know that I was close and just couldn't get it.

I almost cried when he pulled out, until I realized it was only to urge me onto my stomach while he kneeled on the floor. My knees also on the floor so my only choice was to take all he had to give, as if I wanted anything less. He was going to fuck me from behind. I wouldn't complain. Maybe I could push against the couch and bring myself off there. Or one of us could use our fingers to do the job. I was so ready for it.

Dave entered me from behind and picked up the pace that he had left off with. I am always more vocal in this position and made sure he knew it. I ended up moaning on every one of his forward thrusts and once again quickly found myself hanging right on the edge.

I was about to reach down with my fingers and do the job myself when I heard a steady buzzing sound. For a moment, I couldn't figure out what it was. I didn't fully understand until he put it on my clit and then I turned beet red. He had found my buddy.

He seemed to know exactly where to put it to make me forget that I should be embarrassed. Within seconds, I was coming harder than ever before. My body pulsing around his cock, trying to bring more of him inside.

Then the toy dropped to the floor, still turned on and vibrating against my knee while he went back to work on reaching his own peak. 

I knew the moment he came inside me, even with the condom separating us. I felt in the way his body trembled against my butt. The way he was almost slamming into me and then paused. The way I could feel his cock jerking deep inside me, though his body remained still.

Then he leaned forward over my back, spooning me and kissed me on the back of the neck.

We stayed like that for a while, until nature began to run its course and the trembling of both our bodies worked against him staying inside me any longer. I turned off the vibe when he pulled away.

Dave left to get the used rubber off and to clean himself up in the bathroom and then I did the same. We each got dressed, kind of. I pulled on my tee shirt and he pulled on his boxers. Then we sat down on the couch and cuddled for a while. We didn't talk much during that time. I don't think either of us really knew what to say...

"I'm starving." Dave said, out of the blue and I lifted my head up off his chest and just started at him wondering what the hell had brought that up and also trying to figure out how the hell he could want food after the cheeseburger he had ate. Then I was even more shocked when he laughed at me for looking at him funny.

"What are you hungry for?" I asked.

"Well, besides wanting more of what we just had, I want popcorn or ice cream or something equally as good." 

"I'm not sure what I have. You can go look if you want. Or I can."

"I'll go. You stay right there."

"Okay. Popcorn, if I have it, is in the pantry and I can tell you already I'm out of ice cream. I need to go shopping."

It was somewhat strange knowing that he was searching through my kitchen, but I figured after what we had just done, it would be okay. After all he had just went through my nightstand and found a vibe. 

Dave came back in the room after a few minutes empty handed, saying "you gotta get some snacks in here."

I laughed, "Yeah I know. Want me to go get something?"

"No, I'll go. First though, do you mind if I borrow your shower?" He questioned.

"No, I don't mind. Feel free."

"Great. Want to join me?"

I smile, wondering if he was ready to go again already. "Sure." 

Dave sets the water temperature and then asks if it is okay with me. It was. Then he lifted my shirt over my head and followed that by quickly removing his boxers. 

He let me step in first and I managed to get the side of the shower that the water was on.

He reached for my soap, put it onto my bath sponge and proceeded to wash me. He had me turn around and face the wall and began washing my back with the sponge. Then he lathered up my tits and shoulders, discarding the sponge before he was half way done with them. I liked the feel of his soapy hands sliding over my bare breasts and could feel myself becoming aroused all over again. Even more so when his soapy hands moved lower to wash my pussy.

His soapy hands felt so good sliding over my pussy, "Washing me" and when he slid his slick fingers into me I had to hold on to the walls of the shower to remain standing upright. 

I let him have his way, do whatever he wanted for a little bit, but figured that if he could tease me then I should do the same to him. I moved away from him, as far as the shower would let me anyway, and told him to turn around. I told him I was sorry I only had girly soap and hoped he didn't mind, which he didn't.

I enjoyed washing his back, watching the soap bubbles run down the smooth area of his back and onto his butt. I dropped the sponge earlier than he had done, choosing instead to just feel my hands on his slick skin. When I had him to turn around, his cock was pointing at me proudly again. It took all my will power to not go straight for that part of him.

Instead, I got more soap onto my hands and began washing his chest, again watching as the soap traveled lower and watching his nipples harden because I was toying with them. 

When I worked my way down to his more than ready cock, his hips came forward, thrusting into my hands. I washed his thoroughly, enjoying the way his body responded to my hands stroking him. I was sure that he was about to cum. I wanted him to cum. Instead, he pulled away, saying, "I need to go to the store."

"Huh?" How the hell could he think of food? Now?

"I only found one rubber in your drawer. I need to get more."

"Oh." I say, kicking myself in the ass for not keeping more around, just in case.

Not wanting him to go, I remind him that I'm on the pill, but he says he would feel better. I grudgingly say okay and we step out of the shower and dry each other off.

Before he leaves he questions, "you sure you don't mind if I come back?"

"I don't mind. " I reply, thinking, "You better hurry."

The shower turned me on more than anyone would ever have thought, and the time that it took him to go to the store seemed like forever though in reality he was only gone about twenty minutes. 

Dave walked in and showed me that he had bought a whole box of condoms and told me that he was going to leave them in my nightstand "IF we had any left after tonight." He had also gotten several snack items, cookies and popcorn, ice cream, and a few other goodies, which he sat down on the table but we didn't eat any of them at the time. 

I took the box of condoms and told him that I was naked if he was interested, and headed toward the bedroom.

Throughout the night, we had sex several times and I slept so little that I called in sick to work. We ended up snacking a lot and did eventually get around to the snack foods he had gotten, and I found soap that wasn't as girly as mine, and another magazine with a black bag over it which he said was the one made for men and promised we would look at the next day.

Before the end of the next day, we were making plans to buy both male and female books next month.

I am not sure who ended up seducing whom, but either way it worked out great. I am glad that I saw him standing there at the magazine rack and was in the right mood to go after what I wanted. Otherwise, we may have missed something great.