2 comments/ 17622 views/ 0 favorites Impatience By: Nick_Scipio It was the week after Thanksgiving and the countdown to Gabriel's Christmas party had begun. It was always on the first Saturday in December, and it was a big event among our circle of friends. It's a slow time for our business, which is why he spent almost all his time decorating his house. At last count, he put up something like 24 fully decorated Christmas trees, ranging from a few five-foot trees to a trio of monsters in the living room that topped twelve feet. So I was surprised when Gabriel asked if I wanted to have a drink with him at the Jazz Club. It was Tuesday, and I'd planned to stop by after work, but I thought I'd be alone. With Gabriel along, I knew I'd end up listening to the party menu, again. He was my friend, however, as well as my business partner, so I was more than happy to have his company. We arrived shortly after they opened, and the bartender was pouring our whiskey before we had even rounded the railing at the top of the stairs. Gabriel headed for the couch and I relaxed into the comfort of my favorite easy chair. The weather had turned cold and stormy, and I was still chilled from the short walk into the restaurant. There was a fire burning in the fireplace next to my chair, and I was happy for the warmth. The Macallan would go a long way towards warming me as well, and I took a sip, letting the sherried liquid roll over my tongue. Warm on the outside, warm on the inside, I thought to myself. I began the comfortable ritual of packing my pipe as Gabriel launched into his favorite topic of conversation. "I just got the Shari's Berries I ordered," he said. "Shari's Berries?" "You know. I told you about them last week." I shook my head and used the pipe to gesture for him to explain. "The strawberries dipped in gourmet chocolate?" I shook my head again. "The ones that look like little tuxedos?" "Oh, right. I remember now." Gabriel seemed satisfied, and I lit my pipe, puffing contentedly as he talked about the chocolate-dipped fruit. I settled into the padded luxury of the chair and savored the flavor of the Cavendish. Gabriel began chatting merrily about the Northwest Smoked Salmon from Harry and David, and I nodded at the appropriate times. As Gabriel talked, I gazed out the window; the weather had turned decidedly ugly by the time I was halfway through my first glass of Scotch. Dark, wind-whipped clouds had moved in, and the forecast called for scattered snow showers before midnight. So I wasn't surprised that the bar was filled with only a smattering of patrons. I was surprised to see the leggy brunette and her friend coming up the stairs. The week before, they had both been at the bar, enjoying an after-work drink. I'd imagined that it was simply a one-time-only girls' night out, since I'd never seen either of them before. After the brunette had purposefully given me a glimpse of her well-trimmed pussy, I hadn't expected to see them again, either. But there they were, and the two seats at the end of the bar were free, just like the week before. They sat down, neither of them sparing a glance my direction, and I turned my attention back to my pipe. As Gabriel talked about the Fat Witch brownies he'd ordered from Chelsea Market, I once again studied the brunette. She was wearing an elegant suit of dark pinstripe fabric, a white dress shirt, and a patterned red tie. The skirt was cut to mid-thigh, and showed off her tanned, elegant legs. The form-fitting jacket hugged her trim stomach and accentuated her breasts, and I found myself mesmerized by her figure. Truth be told, I was hoping for a repeat of the previous week's teasing, but she never looked my way. So I quietly resigned myself to enjoying the memory. She chatted with her friend, crossed and uncrossed her long legs, and occasionally brushed her hair back. I simply watched her, with only half my attention on Gabriel and the Scharffen Berger chocolate he was talking about. I was most of the way through my second drink when I felt the need to use the restroom. I set my pipe down, took the last sip of my Macallan, and excused myself. I knew that when I returned, another Scotch would be waiting on me and smiled to myself at the thought. I walked past the brunette and her friend and headed downstairs without a backward glance. There were two women waiting in line to use the women's restroom, but the men's was unoccupied. I stepped inside and turned to shut the door. Just before it latched, I felt resistance, and when I stopped pushing, it swung towards me. I stepped back, prepared to politely tell the man at the door that the room was occupied, and then froze mid-step. The brunette stepped into the restroom and her eyes met mine. "I didn't feel like waiting in line," she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Her voice was a higher than I'd imagined, but rich and smooth. "Sure," I said. "Be my guest." I stepped towards the door, preparing to leave, but she leaned against it, her hands on the knob behind her. The door latched, and then with a start, I heard the click as she pressed the lock. Her lips quirked into a teasing smile as her eyes smoldered, and I wondered what she had in mind. My penis began to stiffen, but the uncertainty of the moment kept it from doing more. Her eyes flicked to the toilet and then back to my face, and she arched an eyebrow at me. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked. "No." I looked her in the eye and measured her reaction. She didn't flinch. "Then don't let me stop you." I'd gone to the bathroom in front of women before, but all of them had been long-term girlfriends, not women I'd just met. I hadn't even really met this woman, I thought to myself with a rueful chuckle. I arched my eyebrows at her, as if to say, "Are you sure?" She merely looked at me, an unreadable expression on her face. I took a step towards the toilet and lifted the seat. As I straightened, she moved towards me. She pressed herself against my right arm and I felt the swell of her breasts through the fabric of her jacket. "Here," she said, steadying herself with a hand on the small of my back. "Let me help." She deftly lowered my zipper and reached inside my chinos. With only a slight pause to undo the button on my boxers, she extracted my tumescent member. Once she had me out, she held me firmly and gazed at me expectantly. I felt the stream of urine surging up my shaft, and she expertly directed the flow into the water. When I was done, she shook me gently and then bent to tear off a short length of toilet paper. She delicately wiped the tip of my penis, removing the last vestiges of urine, and dropped the crumpled paper into the bowl. When she didn't immediately tuck my penis back into my boxers, I looked at her. Her hand still on my manhood, she grinned and began to stroke me slowly. "Mmmmm. Thick," she said. "I like thick." I continued to expand under the ministrations of her insistent fingers, and she absentmindedly moistened her lips. I cocked my head at her, wondering how far she was going to take things. "We'd better put him away," she said with a slight pout, "before he gets too big for his britches." She grinned wryly at her own joke and ran her hand along the top of my shaft. She nimbly tucked my length back in my boxers and refastened the button. Then she cupped the lump in my shorts fondly and withdrew her hand. "There," she said brightly, as she zipped me up. "Back where he started." She gently pushed me back and then lowered the toilet seat. Without preamble, she pulled her skirt up and sat down, not bothering to flush first. I caught the barest glimpse of her trimmed pubic hair as she sat, and then I heard the hiss as she began to urinate. She closed her eyes and smiled at me. When she was through, she wiped herself and stood. She smoothed down her skirt and turned to flush the toilet. She stepped towards the sink, and I marveled at the surreal chain of events that had led to this moment. I joined her at the sink and we companionably washed our hands, neither of us saying a word. She handed me a small stack of paper towels and I dried my hands. When we were done, she turned toward me and her eyes smoldered again. I stepped forward suddenly and pressed her body against the door jamb with my own. In heels, she was nearly as tall as I was, and I had to bend only slightly as I moved my lips towards hers. When they met, she melted into my arms. I pulled her close and her mouth opened, allowing my tongue to explore, darting against hers. When I pulled back, we were both breathless. "I knew you'd be a good kisser," she said dreamily, her façade of control momentarily banished. Her pink tongue darted over her lips and she drew a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, they glittered mischievously. I was just bending to kiss her again when I heard the lock click as she turned the doorknob. With a coquettish arch of her eyebrows, she stepped forward, pushing me back, and opened the door. As it opened, we looked up to see the scandalized expressions of an older couple who were waiting for the restrooms. The brunette didn't pause as she headed for the stairs. I blushed as I passed the shocked couple, but resolutely followed her. When we reached the bar, she turned to me and smiled. "Thank you very much," she said, her eyes twinkling. "You're welcome. Any time." "I'd better get back to my friend." I opened my mouth to speak. She looked at me expectantly, but I didn't know what to say. She smiled wryly and stepped close, nearly touching me. "Thank you again," she said. "It was my pleasure." "Have a nice night." "You too." With that, she turned and walked back to the bar. I watched the gentle sway of her hips as she moved, and smiled to myself. "What was that all about?" Gabriel asked, when I sat down. "Hmmm?" With a toss of his head, he indicated the brunette. "Oh. There was a line for the restroom, so she wanted to use the men's room. I let her." "She got impatient, huh?" I looked at him blankly, and then nodded. "Humph," he snorted. I know it should be a criminal offense to do what I did next, but I simply had to do it. I picked up the fresh glass of Macallan and downed it in one gulp. I set my glass down and caught the waitress' eye. The bartender began to pour my fourth drink as I picked up my pipe and relit it. "So I was thinking about Walkers Shortbread Fingers for the...," Gabriel began, picking up where he'd left off before I'd gone to the restroom. I wasn't paying a bit of attention to him or his Shortbread. My eyes were on the brunette at the bar. She turned once and our eyes met. We shared a smile and then she turned back to her friend. Impatience. I sipped the Scotch the waitress had set in front of me and puffed on my pipe. I closed my eyes and savored the tastes, the aromas, the sensations. Impatience. It was better than any drug. ----- Copyright © 2002-2003 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved. Impatience The bar is dark and crowded, the music loud and pulsing. In a secluded corner, they are aware of none of that. He is seated on a plush sofa, and she straddles his thighs. Her skirt is pushed high on her hips, but still conceals her naked sex. They are locked in a deeply passionate kiss, consuming each other. She rocks her pelvis onto the fingers he has thrust deep within her, driving her clit against his insistent thumb. She feels firm but gentle hands on her shoulders. They break their kiss and she turns her head. The other is tall, slim and handsome. His hips move rhythmically to the music, moving closer and closer to her back until his firm crotch makes gentle contact. Although he expertly massages her bare shoulders, it's his gaze he meets. She glances from one man to the other, feeling rising excitement in the pit of her stomach. She smiles. She knows that look. Groaning at the thought of pleasures still to come, and that already coursing through her body, she tilts her head back in abandonment. With her eyes closed, there is nothing but two sets of hands on her body, a driving beat and endless possibilities. The other's hands massaged their way down from her shoulders, his fingertips making small, languid circles on her chest. Occasionally, his fingers would slip beneath the band of her top, on each occasion, slipping lower and lower. Taking her soft moans and shortness of breath as permission, he eventually found her hardened nipples between his fingers. Her hands worked deftly on the clothing of the man beneath her. While he continued to work her clit, she unfastened buttons of his shirt and jeans. Parting the fabric of both, she revealed the narrow, shaved strip of pubic hair that spanned his abdomen and pooled in the small circle at the base of his penis. The other's gaze was drawn less to this and more towards the hardened erection prominent against the man's thigh, visible to him over her shoulder and beneath the hem of her skirt. As if staking her claim, she held the base of his cock in her firm grasp. She turned her head to the other, and witnessed with delight the ravenous hunger in his watchful eyes. She smiled, and breathlessly murmured, "Me first." The hands on her breasts went to her hips, supporting her as she lifted to impale herself on his cock. His eyes were lock on hers as she took him deep within, and he watched the passion flare as the other's hands continued to guide her very willing body up and down. No one notices the threesome in the corner, but none of them were concerned if they were. She feels the hands behind her pull her top beneath her full, generous breasts. She is aware of the other undoing and loosening clothing behind her, then his hitching her skirt well above her hips. She was now fully uncovered to anyone who cared to glance across, but the thought of exposure only fuels the fire of her excitement. She feels the heat of another member against her back. The other's hips move up and down to the pound of the music, synchronized with her own thrusts. With each beat, he goes lower and lower, the heat and friction of his cock making its way into the cleft below the small of her back, then nestling between her taut buttocks. Slowly and deliberately, the other eased his hardness into her ass, pausing to let her adjust to the exquisite fullness of having two men inside her. The two men held each other's intense gaze as they moved within her. In rapture, she presses her breasts against the fabric of his shirt, breathing hard against his neck. He ceases all but the shallowest of movements, while the other continues to thrust hard and deep. Soon both men feel the powerful contractions of her orgasm. She could only imagine how it must have felt for the two men, her body in spasm around their hard cocks, separated from each other by only a thin membrane of muscle. She trusted that soon they would be much closer. "I know a place where we can continue this," the other whispers. Both men had remained hard inside her after her orgasm had subsided. Now each slowly withdraws. The trio makes minor adjustments to their clothing, and then the other leads the way towards a private VIP suite - a small chamber, ringed by curved couches. "Sit back and relax," the other directs her. "We're going to give you a show." The two men deftly release each other's fly. Trousers slip beneath buttocks and hands grasp for rigid cocks. Each stares intently into the others' while they gently massage penises up and down. She looks on, her excitement rising, her tongue darting out to moisten lips. She squirms in her seat and slowly parts her legs. The other remains standing while the first man drops to his knees. A tongue flicks over the head of the other's cock before engulfing its entirety in his mouth. He savours the other man's flavour mingled with hers. He removes his shirt while his lips remain locked around the other man's penis. He then releases him only to enclose his sac, which he gently suckles while his hand returns to the other's shaft. Her breathing becomes shallow. Her legs, now parted, her skirt riding high on her hips. She's wet once more, her juices providing lubrication for the fingers making small circles on her clit. The first releases the other and stands. Kicking away trousers and shoes, he's naked. He steps back towards a couch and reclines on his back. Bringing his knees up to his chest, his rigid cock sits flat against his stomach. He is exposed - the vulnerable position spreads his asshole wide. The other steps forward, placing the head of his cock in the cleft of the first man's anus, then expertly works it inside the opening. The first intakes breath sharply, spends a moment to adjust, then takes his own member in hand. Slowly, the other slides inside him and begins a gentle rhythm, his hips rocking back and forward. The pressure inside him is too pleasurable to bear and the first brings himself to orgasm with gentle groans, his semen spraying his chest. The other shortly follows. With soft grunts and final gentle thrusts, he releases his heat deep within the first's asshole. And she follows soon after, the sight of the two men's climax more than enough to bring her to her own. Impatience Has Its Virtues I have recently gotten into writing erotica in my spare time and really am enjoying it. I was never the best writer (grammatically speaking), so any feedback (good or bad) I'd love to hear. Without further ado.... Once home I turn to lock the door, as I turn around I see the dress you were wearing a moment earlier in a humbled heap on the floor around you feet. You're standing in nothing but your black lace panties and matching push up bra. I can't help but bite my lip as I see your crotch is still wet from our earlier adventure. My eyes are drawn to your hips as they sway back and forth. Before I realize it you're right in front of me, your hand slowly massaging my cock through my pants. You feel it growing in your hand. It seems as if round two has started already. You start to take off my jacket, struggling as you attempt to do it without breaking rhythm on my now hardening cock. Realizing you'll need two hands you slowly, as if you dreaded having it, let go of my clock. Within seconds my jacket is on the floor; right next to your dress. You untuck my shirt and begin undoing the buttons; one by one by one. Kissing my chest each time you undo another button. As you get lower you take a moment to gently bite my nipple - causing a deep moan to escape through my clenched jaw. With my shirt finally unbuttoned, looking past the fact that you took your sweet time kissing every inch of my flat stomach. As you come back up, kissing up my abs as if they were moguls on a mountain. Your hands trailing up my sides inside my shirt. Once up you relieve me of my shirt - tossing it to the ever growing pile of clothes at that in my foyer. You give me that sly smile that I've grown to love over the past few days; saying to me "now we must do something about those pants....." "Take them off" you tell me as you sit down at the bottom of the staircase. Confused I begin to undo my belt, and then my zipper. My pants fall to the ground. The sound of my Cocky belt buckle hitting the ground startles me. Looking over to you I see you touching yourself. Your French manicured nails had pushed your panties to the side as you thrust two fingers deep into your already hot cunt. You lean against the banister and bite your tongue to keep from crying out - pushing yourself higher and higher... As your blood begins to pulse, you can feel your cunt tightening around your fingers - your rhythm increases as your moaning quiets. You're close, you can feel your orgasm building inside you - quickly you're brought back down as my hand tightly wraps around your wrist. Without a word I pull you to your feet. You try to protest, but my hand closes around your throat before the first sound escapes your lips. Pushing you against the wall, the hand that was on your throat has now moved to what remains of your lace thong. Looking down you see all? Inches of my perfectly sculpted cock at attention, still covered in your sex from earlier this evening. The head of my shaft teases against the opening of your slit. Your arms dig into your back as I press against you. A part if you wishes that I could hold both your wrists with one hand, but another part - the part that desperately wants me to do nothing but fuck your brains out, loves it. "I'm not going to be gentle" I growl. Whatever response you were about to say was overpowered by "Fuuuck!" As I impaled you with all? inches of my hard, thick, cock at once. "Oh God" you scream as you feel the tight walls of your sex stretch. I push my tongue into your mouth as my hot rod abuses your tight cunt. You gasp as my cock brushes against your g-spot with each forceful thrust. Oblivious of the stucco wall digging deeper into your back you mumble "fuck me John, fucking fuck my cunt." With a swift motion I've picked you up and pinned you against the wall, your legs wrap around my hips as my shaft sinks deeper into your tight-hot cunt. Your teeth sink into my shoulder, the taste of my sweat fills your mouth, as my hard cock rapes your pussy. I can hear your muffled moaning as your teeth sink deeper into my flesh. Adjusting my hips, your clit becomes pressed against the devil horns of my hip. With each thrust a wave of list travels through your clit. You scream in ecstasy as my head of my cock pushes against the back of your cunt. I groan as the muscles of your sex tighten around my shaft. You push back as the stucco bites into your back. With each thrust my cock buries itself deeper inside of you. As I grab a fistful of your hair, yanking it back - our eyes lock. My rhythm slows momentarily, I pull almost all of my cock out of you - leaving just the tip. "you're mine" I say as I plow my thick shaft deep into your cunt. In that moment your body tightens, your fists clench turning your knuckles white. Every joint of your body stiffens as I thrust once more into your cunt. Your head falls back, your back arches, the muscles of your pussy tighten along the entire length of my shaft as your climax tears through your body. As your eyes close in ecstasy you see the burning orange sunset that is your orgasm. It races through your body. Your moans echo throughout my house as wave after wave of hear courses through your body. With one final thrust of my cock I bury myself deep inside of you, emptying my hot cum inside of you. Feeling my cock cumming inside of you brings on another orgasm - as the combination of our fluids drip out of your not spent cunt you collapse in my arms. Physically and sexually spent.....