3 comments/ 27764 views/ 1 favorites Impromptu By: Ashson It was one of those chance groupings you get every so often. We were all holidaying at the lake, each family having their own rentals up there. We, the younger generation, that is, all sort of knew each other, enough to nod and say hi, but that was about all. The four sets of parent all knew each other a bit better, and that's how it all came about. There was some sort of boring thing going on in town that my parents wanted to go to. As far as I was concerned, you'd have to bring on the wild horses. Apparently the others of my age had much the same opinion, and then my mother had one of her brilliant ideas. "Why don't we all have dinner at our place, and then we can all go to town leaving the four younger ones here? We've got a decent games room here and there's the TV and a few good DVD's." The parents all thought this was a great idea, and the rest of us went along with it. We might as well hang out and be bored together in preference to each of us staying home bored and alone. So that afternoon the other three families rocked up to our place. The oldies accumulated outside while we of the younger set headed for the games room and our own choice of music. It occurs to me that you're probably wondering who we are. First and foremost, there's me, Trevor. Then, in order of arrival, Michael, Susan and Fiona. We were all around the same age, nineteen, give or take a few months. So we were stuffing around in the games room, shooting a little pool, tried some darts, getting bored with computer games and not wanting to watch parent approved DVD's. Typical behaviour, you're thinking. Among the board games in the room were two sets of Othello. Why two sets, I have no idea, especially as I don't think anyone in my family has ever bothered to play it. However, all those counters they use gave me an idea. I produced a pack of cards, suggesting that we play poker for a while, using the counters as chips. We settled down and play started. It was fairly even at first, and then I got a run of luck, and the chips started to slowly accumulate on my side of the table. Fiona was the first to lose all her chips and she was a bit grouchy about it. I didn't mind her being grouchy, but she should have stopped at that. The three of us had continued to play while Fiona watched, and then she stuck her foot in it. "I think you're cheating," she suddenly announced, looking right at me. I found that remarkably offensive. How could she just come out and accuse me like that, just because I was winning. They were only Othello counters, for Christ's sake. "I seriously resent that remark," I told her coldly. "You're going to have to either back it up or apologise." "Come on, Trevor," said Mike, trying to soothe things over. "She's just irritated because she lost all her chips." "I don't care," I said. "She's casting aspersions upon my honour, and I find that I really resent it. Now she can either back it up or apologise." Fiona flushed. She wouldn't look directly at me, but she did concede defeat. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I guess I was just annoyed." I was still on my high horse. Fiona was sitting next to me and in easy reach, so I pushed my chair back from the table, reached over and took her arm. Before any of them caught on to what was going on I had Fiona bent across my knee. "I think a small penalty is called for before I accept your apology," I announced. Fiona was starting to wriggle but Mike and Susan were laughing. Before Fiona could stop me I'd flicked up her skirt and pulled her panties down, baring her bottom. I delivered a quick spank to said bottom, getting a yip of surprise out of her. "Now are you really sorry?" I asked her. "Yes," she squealed. "Let me up." For some reason I had forgotten to remove my hand after it had landed on her bottom, and it was wandering around, getting acquainted. "Should I accept her apology?" I asked the others. "Do you think she really means it?" "I'm fairly sure she does," giggled Susan, "but maybe another spank to make sure." I nodded and delivered another spank. Releasing Fiona she scrambled to her feet, hastily trying to pull up her panties. "I didn't mean to really insult you, you know?" she said. "I was just sounding off." "Well, I was insulted. There's no way you could have spotted my cheating, and you shouldn't accuse if you can't prove." Now I got a really indignant look. "Do you mean to sit there and tell me you were cheating?" demanded Fiona. "And you got upset because I called you on it? And you spanked me for it?" "On your bare bottom," I murmured. "You forgot the bare bottom bit. It's a very nice bottom by the way. I'll have to check it out again later. And the answer to all your questions is yes." Fiona just stared at me, mouth hanging open, while I dealt out the next hand. Michael looked at his hand and then looked suspiciously at me. "If I play this for what it's worth, I'll lose everything, won't I?" he observed. "You've got a full house of aces and kings," I pointed out. "It's practically unbeatable." "Practically. What are you holding?" "A royal flush in diamonds, ace high," I admitted. Mike laughed and shoved all his chips over to my pile. Fiona, however, wanted to get back on her hobby horse. "Hold on," she said. "If you were really cheating, why get offended when I said you were, and why did you have to spank me." "You were impugning my honour," I said in a dignified voice. "You had no proof and made what I considered an insulting suggestion. I had no choice but to defend myself against your wild accusations and demand atonement. Also, I wanted to check out that pretty little derriere of yours." Susan giggled. "I suspect, Fiona, that the last thing he said was the real reason. The rest was the excuse." I sighed. "How can you accuse me of such base behaviour, Susan," I mourned. "I am terribly disappointed in you. Do you real think I'd pull down Fiona's panties and beat her for a whim?" Susan looked at me consideringly, then nodded. "Yes, I do," I grinned. "You're right." "And my feelings didn't enter in to it?" demanded Fiona. "What about my embarrassment and pain?" "Pain?" I asked, disbelieving. I shook my head. "Excuse me, but I need to check your claim," I told her, and once more Fiona found herself being pulled over my knee. I'll give her this, she managed to wriggle a bit more this time, not that it helped as she was face down bottom up and bared in nothing flat. "Really, Fiona," I said, while my fingers roamed lightly across her bottom. "There's not a mark to be seen. Where are the bruises from the brutal beating?" "All right, so there's no marks," gabbled Fiona. "Now let me up." "In a moment," I told her. "There's no hurry. Mike, Susan, can you have a look and see that there are no marks." "I can do that," Mike said, quite happy to stroll around the table and bear witness to the whiteness of Fiona's bottom. "I don't see any marks," observed Susan. "What about the colour here," said Mike, and his finger neatly slid through the gap at the top of Fiona's legs and pressed against her pussy." There was a squeal from Fiona, a laugh from Susan and a reprimand from me. "Really, Mike, that's not part of her bottom. I'd have assumed that you knew your anatomy better than that." I gave Fiona's bottom a friendly pat and set her back on her feet, where the hasty restoring of panties was performed again. "Smile, Fiona," said Susan. "It was just a joke." "Well you wouldn't be smiling if it had been you," grouched Susan. "You just have to take these things in your stride," said Susan, still laughing. "It wouldn't have bothered me at all." In my opinion, people who make remarks like that should do so from a position of safety. Susan didn't. She was standing right next to me. Or she was until my arm went around her waist and pulled her forward. To add to Susan's bad luck, she was wearing shorts with a button at the side. It was the work of a moment to flick open that button and pull both shorts and panties down. Now Fiona was laughing. "Um, Susan, are you still laughing?" she asked. From the word that Susan used, I'd have to say she wasn't. I was shocked. "Really, Susan, your language," I gasped, giving her bottom a firm slap. She used the word again, so I gave another quick spank. This time she just growled, so I let her rise. That's when Susan found out the disadvantages of shorts to skirt. When Fiona stood up, her skirt naturally fell around her, covering her vital statistics. When Susan stood up, her shorts stayed where they were, revealing her vital statistics to my interested gaze. "I do like the look of a freshly shaven pussy," I murmured. "I didn't actually get to see yours, Fiona. Would you care to show it to us now?" Fiona was now giggling, Susan's embarrassment having cheered her no end. "Oh, I don't think so," she said. "If you missed seeing it before, that's your hard luck." It was perhaps fortunate that things were interrupted at that stage by a call to dinner. We all traipsed out to where the table had been set up outside, the girls nudging each other and giggling, while Mike and I were probably grinning like loons. It looked like it could be an interesting evening once the older folk had departed. The girls seemed to spend dinner giggling and talking to each other, casting occasional look in the direction of Mike and myself, usually followed by some more giggling. After dinner we all chipped in to help tidy up, and then the parents shuffled off to their town entertainment. The four of us drifted back to the games room and I switched on the TV. Susan suddenly spoke up. "You sort of caught us by surprise before dinner, Trevor. Fiona and I would like to make it very clear that we have no intention of having sex with either of you. If we can't get some sort of agreement on that, then Fiona and I will wander over to my place and spend the evening there." "Fair enough," I replied. "We're not allowed to seduce you or ravish you. That's acceptable to me. Under protest, I might add, because you are both quite lovely to look at and it would be fun to seduce you, but if you're saying no, then no it is. Um, you do realise that this only applies to tonight? If I can seduce you later, I fully intend to. What say you, Mike?" "I'll go with what Trevor says. No seducing tonight. After that, you take your chances." The girls glanced at each other, and simultaneously nodded. "OK. That's settled. We'll take our chances after tomorrow. We both know how to run when we have to." Now that the main point had been settled, there were a few minor queries that required answers. "Ah, Trevor," said Fiona. "When you said you'll want to seduce us another time, which one are you talking about? Just so that we know when it's time to start running." "Both of you, of course," I said, smiling. "You're both very attractive girls and I want to see a lot more of you." My eyes flicked over them as I spoke, making my meaning plain when I said I wanted to see more of them. "OK," said Susan. "I'll add to my little black book, 'Trevor, greedy and not likely to be faithful. Avoid.'" "Good idea," said Fiona. "I think I'll do the same." I laughed. 'My turn for questions. While seducing you is not allowed, what is?" "What do you mean," asked Fiona. "As long as we don't have any intentions of seducing you, how far can we go with a bit of play? For instance, is baring your bottom for a friendly spank out, or will that be permitted? Things like that are what I mean." Susan giggled. "Basically, what he's asking for is are we willing to do a little bit of exhibitionism, and give a bit of a peep show at times?" Fiona blushed, but also giggled in response. The girls looked at each other and then Susan shrugged. "Won't hurt as long as we keep rule number one in mind," she said. "It'll let them see what they're missing out on." Fiona nodded. "We'll play that as it comes," said Susan. "But just remember, turn about is fair play." That didn't worry me, and a glance at Mike showed it didn't worry him. "We're schoolkids again," I observed. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours. We'll see what happens. Anyone for a game of pool? We'll pair up." "To make it fair, I think it should be one girl and one man on each side," said Susan. "I'll pair off with Trevor for the first round." "Right," said Mike. "Come on, Fiona. Let's kick butt. To add an incentive to the game, why don't we nominate a penalty shot, one per person for the game. Each of us can nominate a specific shot as a penalty shot for the person of the opposite sex on the other team. If they miss on their penalty shot, they have to remove one item of clothing. Socks and shoes don't count." There was a bit of giggling from the girls, and then the game got under way. Everything went fine with no penalty shots nominated until I found myself with a shocking lie. I saw Mike, the bastard, nudge Fiona, nodding toward the cue ball. She looked puzzled for a moment and then grinned. "Penalty shot" she called. I missed it. How close, you're wondering? I miscued and the ball when fucking nowhere. But my shirt did. A short time later Mike called a penalty on Susan, and we were all taken aback when she pulled off what looked like an impossible shot. That includes Susan, because I saw the look of shock on her face when the cue ball curved, hit the cushion and rebounded to collect the ball she wanted. Mike lost his shirt to an impossible situation which left us square and I was waiting for the right shot to call Fiona on. I finally called her on a long shot. On the face of it, it looked simple. Straight down the table to clip her target and pocket it. Fiona looked at the shot, looked at me when I said it was her penalty shot and took another look at her long shot. She must have thought I was being kind and letting her have a freeby, but I was counting on her being over careful. She was. She took her time and then gently tapped the cue ball. Too gently. I'd noticed that she had a habit of not hitting quite hard enough. She still connected well and accurately, but just a little too soft. This time the cue ball ground to a halt about one centimetre short of her target, leaving her staring at it in horror. I kept my face straight and sympathetic, although I was rolling around laughing inside. Fiona didn't take her eyes off me while she took of her blouse, glaring little daggers at me the whole time. Tossing her blouse to the side she snapped at me. "Stop laughing. You deliberately jinxed that shot and you know it." I spread my hands, all injured innocence, but I couldn't hold it. Geez I laughed. Trapping Fiona that way was probably a bad move on my part. She played before I did, so I was always at the table waiting while she took her shot. Oh, man, that was some cleavage that she was showing now that her blouse was gone. I was lucky to even see the damn balls, let alone hit them, with that distraction there. And don't think she didn't know it. Whenever I lined up for a shot Fiona would be hovering across the table from me, so I was looking down my cue, across the cue ball, down the table, past my target ball, into that cleavage. My game deteriorated somewhat. Susan and I won the first game, but only just. We switched partners for the second game, which Susan and Mike won, but it cost Susan her blouse and Mike his trousers. It cost me a monumental distraction as Susan emulated Fiona's tactics, using her cleavage to sabotage my game, and it cost Fiona her skirt. I made my penalty shot. The third game, men versus women. The men won, despite really unfair tactics used by the women. Oddly enough we all made our penalty shots except Susan, who was now playing without shorts. Watching those girls bend over to take a shot was ruinous to our concentration. Either we were staring down a cleavage or looking at a pussy covered by a scanty bit of nothing while the girls twitched their bottoms with every step they took. I don't know about Mike, but I sure had an erection, hopefully concealed by my trousers. If Mike didn't have one, then he was either gay or an eunuch. If we played again and either of the girls lost a penalty shot they'd be effectively nude. Not wanting to pressure them unduly, I suggested that maybe we should change to some other game, or maybe watch a movie. Susan and Fiona would have none of it. They wanted a final round, double or nothing. If they missed their penalties they'd take off their underwear, on the understanding they could get dressed again as soon as the game was over. If they scored their penalty shot they could get dressed at once. Same applied to us. If we missed, we'd have to strip and finish the game starkers. So we started the last game, with Susan acting as my partner and Mike's distraction. I was lucky. Fiona misread the table and gave me a penalty on what I considered a sure thing, and I so demonstrated. Susan didn't misread the table. She trapped Mike with an impossible lie and laughed as he stripped. Quite a nice blush he had too. I had my shot and called the set up a penalty for Fiona. She took one look at the table, threw a baleful look my way and tried to work out an angle that wouldn't leave her stripped. Her concentration was not helped by Susan warning her that Mike was standing next to her, so she might want to check which pole she grabbed. Scarlet faced, she blew her shot, and reluctantly ditched her panties and bra. A very nice figure, and she didn't shave cleanly. There was a nice little streak of fur, pointing downwards. Susan really was a good player, and when Mike called her penalty, she managed to get out of it. Very smugly she grabbed her shorts and shirt and put them on. Susan and I won again, but as soon as the game was over Fiona dived for her clothes, dressing in zero seconds flat. Mike also dressed, but took a little longer. With us all dressed, I suddenly remembered a game I'd spotted in my parents room one day. My father had hastily shoved it into a drawer, but I saw enough to know what it was. Telling the others to hold on, I raced upstairs to my parent's room. Sure enough, there it was, still in the same drawer. I grabbed it and returned to the games room. I held up my prize. "Anyone game for a round of Sexual Pursuit?" I asked. The others gathered around to check out the game. "Oh, god, look at these penalties," gasped Fiona. "Would we really have to do these?" "They're the rules. Are we a goer or shall we find something else? The girls spent some time checking the various penalties. For girls there were items requesting they remove an article of clothing. Some named, some non-specific. There were also a range of other little sexual peccadillos that they might have to do, but nothing that mentioned full intercourse. The men's penalties were somewhat similar, but slanted towards the male. The girls giggled their way through these, but again didn't notice anything about full intercourse. Fiona looked at Susan who looked back. "I'm game if you are," Fiona muttered. "That's what I was thinking," agreed Susan. "Let's do it." I shuffled the penalty cards and placed them on the board. It was blatantly obvious that the girls hadn't learned anything from the poker lesson I'd given them earlier. Mike had. I saw him watching my hands carefully, but I still don't think he saw me slip the missing penalties back into the deck. "Not wanting to pressure either of you into doing something you don't want to, might I suggest a get out penalty?" I suggested. "If you come to a penalty you really don't want to do, you can opt out and get a spanking from your opposite number." Impromptu One of the most memorable erotic experiences I've had ...of which I have had many... was discovering and observing my girlfriend during the act of masturbating. In my many years of exploring the sexual realms I have found that the hottest experiences are those impromptu ones. The 'out of the blue' occurrences one happens upon or stumbles into tend to be those that are indelibly burned into one's memory. Her name was Regina. A young twenty something woman I'd met while working for a company in an eastern city. She worked out of an adjacent division and would visit my section from time to time delivering files or paperwork. I took notice of her from afar..an attractive mixed race woman of black and white parentage with long dark hair and golden brown skin. She had a perky way about her. A pleasant smile and up beat personality with an excellent eye stylishly dress. We would chat in passing, brief banter and keeping it light but and in spite of finding her intimidatingly attractive...I built up the nerve to ask her out. In all honesty, sex with her was not on my mind but just the opportunity to simply spend time with such a lovely creature even for a single date. So when the day came, I caught up with her on one of her departmental visits and asked her to a movie. I braced myself for a tactful decline but was surprised and pleased when she accepted. The following weekend I picked her up at her apartment which she shared with two roommates. The evening began uneventful and pleasant. The movie was mediocre but it was the company we both sought on a chill winter night and the evening moved along quite agreeably. We had intended to stop for a bite in a cozy restaurant I knew of near one of the city's many colleges but the subway ride there was interrupted by a power outage and we were forced to the street with scores of other riders. Once reaching the street I had to improvise and suggested a taxi to my place to which she agreed. I hailed a passing cab and we made our escape for the ten minute ride to my apartment in a quiet enclave on the edge of town. Taking her to my place had not been in the evenings plans. The cab pulled up in front of my building, I paid the driver and soon were entering my apartment. So began a low key evening of conversation, jazz on the stereo and take out Chinese food we had delivered. It was easy. It was relaxed and we were good company. We talked of work...our lives..our families...our friends as the hours passed. Before long the conversation died down as the clock on the wall was closing in on two thirty in the morning. I offered to call her a taxi back to her place and two attempts to do so resulted in the dispatcher informing me of long waits due to the subway problem earlier. I looked at her..this beautiful woman sitting in my apartment on my couch. I could tell she was tired as was I. I hesitated and then suggested she was welcomed to spend the night... on my couch. Nothing more... I promised. She looked at me..smiled thoughtfully..then agreed. I found an extra blanket and pillow and gave it to her. Thanked her for a great evening and then went to my bedroom and closed the door. In the morning when I entered the living room she was already up and later in our relationship admitted she hadn't sleep very well thinking surely I was going to approach her in the night but was moved that I really had kept my word of nothing more but allowing her to spend the night. I suppose that was the first bridge of trust that opened between us. A month later, after almost nightly phone conversations and meetings at work we dated again only this time instead of going out we returned to my place for another quiet evening of good company and food and it was on that night we first embraced. It felt good... it felt right...for it had been a long time for both of us. With few words we decided it was maybe time to take our friendship further. She excused herself to the bathroom and I to the bedroom. As I dimmed the lights and drew down the sheets. I heard her behind me and turned to see her form in the doorway in the dim light of my bedroom wearing only my dress shirt she'd found hanging on my bathroom. It was to be our first time...the first night of many. I took my time with her...massaged her shoulders... her back..reveled in the softness of her skin and the perfumed dark fall of her hair. I marveled at the warmth and closeness of this beautiful woman I had never intended or even had hoped to sleep with... but here she lay next to me, in my bed and in my arms. I moved atop her, nuzzling her neck, kissing her ears, her neck, her throat, my lips beginning the journey down her body. The shirt she wore was already off as I had unbuttoned it button by button until amble breasts quivered free to the attentions of my lips, planting loving kisses on each..suckling both brown nipples tenderly. She coo'd. We deep kissed again, tongues dancing and then I returned to my intended journey down her belly, kissing, licking... my mouth making its way to her navel and beyond... to that intended place. I felt the cotton of her panties under my lips. I felt the swell of her pubic mound under them... inhaling her arousing woman scent through the cotton, planting loving kisses upon it. She lay with closed eyes..letting out a soft gasped..her hips doing a little heave as I pressed my mouth there. I kissed her inner thighs...teasing her..drawing it out. On her own volition her fingers came down, hooked inside the waist band and pushed the underpants down. I helped her. Skinning them over her thighs and down those long golden legs I and other men had admired at work. They came off in a simple motion. I tossed them aside and she lay back, drawing her knees back inviting the return of my mouth. Her pussy, though not bare, was neatly trimmed, the pubic hairs covering her lips defined the labia as if she recently trimmed them with scissors rather than a razor. I moved down laying flat on my stomach between her parted thighs and pressed my mouth soflty into the heat and womanly wetness. She gasped, her hips rose to meet my mouth, she whispered my name. I eased my tongue deep inside that wonderfully slick oven and her hips urged upward. I went after the easily found nub of her clit...swirling my tongue round and round...lightly..lightly..fluttering....gently suckling like a nursing babe. Holding her thighs back, feasting on her for slow, timeless minutes until her body went tense..shivering...her hands gripping the sheets as she let out high moan of pleasure..her open thighs rocking. Her first orgasm with me. She lay sighing and smiled at me as I drew my body over top of hers again. We shared a soft laugh. "My...my..my!", she exclaimed.. I held her for a time as we both lay enjoying her after glow. "Now what about you?" she said. I rolled off her and gazed at her as we lay side by side...she looked peaceful..satisfied. I told her I was happy just like this..to be with her..to lie with her. I kissed her and we both drifted off to sleep. The morning came early...the sun had not risen but we were awake. We lay in the spoon position..my hips up against the swell of her buttocks. She pushed back against me and my cock came to life. She felt it pressing against her cheeks..rigid..an arching morning erection swollen and rigid... for her. She turned to me...we kissed. "I want to please you" she whispered. She lay on her back and I moved between her parted thighs. She gazed up at me, reaching down, gripping my cock, softly stroking it, guiding me..pressing the big mushroom head against the already moistening opening of her pussy. She was hot wet..she was ready... and then she cautioned: "We have to be careful...I'm not on the pill." I kissed her and promised I would.... and then with an easy motion I eased forth..penetrating...expanding and filling her for the first time. " Ohh God..Ohhh God..ohhh yesss..yesss...!"she whispered. We made love in that early dawn . We slow fucked.. in rhythmic sweetness...the sound of our breathing...the muted creaking of the bed...the moist sounds of hard cock filling her welcoming womanhood the only sounds in the room. The tempo built....quick firm strokes...thrusting .thrusting.. her calves locked my hips drawing me full into her..her arms about my shoulders. She calling my name and hearing her call it drove me to the edge. I wanted to unload deep inside this beautiful creature..I wanted to fill her up completely...but I kept my promise and withdrew at the last moment. She lifted her head, craned her neck gazing down her belly between her open legs...her eyes focused on my cock, slick with her honey as if she really wanted to see the moment of ejaculation . "Cum for me! Ohh baby cum for me!! she demanded. And I answered her demand..gripping my meat..raising up on my knees.... fist jacking, pumping out an eruption of hot manna saved up since the night before. My balls emptied in creamy jets across her belly, one, two, three for spurts upwards between her heaving breasts. It was wonder. It was completeness. It was one of those deep down jolting orgasms that leaves one shivering and sated...emptied...the hunger fulfilled. I collapsed next to her, laughing..gasping..breathing. We lay there..side by side...naked..damp with sweat...no longer just friends..but now lovers. So it began and later we stepped out into a day of sunshine and newness holding hands as we walked .The first day of a new relationship. Our first stop, a pharmacy near her apartment where she renewed her birth control prescription. She said she had not needed it for a long time... and was looking forward to making use of it again..with me. Within a month she was spending more and more time at my place and eventually all but moved in, glad to be away from the noisy, crowded apartment she shared with two other women. She would happily prepare dinner when we arrived home from work...still keeping our relationship on the low from co-workers. We'd spend quiet nights watching tv or going out to a jazz club or dinner on weekends but unfailingly we both knew almost every night or morning or lazy Sunday afternoon...would be one of love making in all its variety. In the living room...the bedroom..the kitchen...the shower..the floor. She liked it missionary...she liked straddling my cock and sinking down its length and riding me. She loved it doggy style pushing full back..drawing forward so that my cock head was almost out..and then plunge back down along the full length so she was filling herself again and again. There were those unplanned moments...once meeting her at the door as she brought groceries home. Dropping to my knees before her...opening her jeans and pulling them down to her ankles in one motion as she stood leaning against the door..her hips arched outward offering me her pussy right then and there. Her beautiful face gazing down watching as I buried my face and tongue in her bush. I made her cum as she stood there ...her knees buckling and going weak...slumping down to the floor..naked from the waist down her jeans and panties in a awkward clump around her ankles. I leaned in to kiss her and she pulled my mouth to hers our tongues dancing, she tasting the flavor and scent of her own sex on my mouth. It was a turn on in itself and off came the jeans and we partook of deep urgent fucking right there on the hardwood floor. The neighbors be damned who may have heard it all just outside the apartment door. Of all the sex we had the most memorable erotic moment with her was one in which I was not supposed to have been there at all. It was on an evening I had to work later than usual. She had gone back to the apartment ahead of me. Upon reaching home and entering the apartment I was met by the smell of something delicious baking in the oven. Dinner was soon to be had I thought. Closing the door behind me I called out to her but there was no answer. Then I heard the sound coming from the bathroom of the shower water running. I walked down the hall to the bathroom, the door was closed. I was about to knock but for some reason decided not to...and gripped the door knob and gently turned it...it was not locked. I eased the door open and peered inside expecting to see her form through the opaqueness of the shower curtain but I could not. The noise of the over head fan combined with the running water masked my entry. I stepped inside and moved over to the bath tub and eased the curtain aside and was met by a startling sight. In the steam and heat of the bath tub Regina lay on her back in blissful repose...her eyes closed...her mouth open forming an O ...her left hand seemed to be squeezing her right breast while the right arm was extended, running down the length of her torso...the hand between her legs....the fingers of the hand spreading the lips of her pussy so that her clit was receiving the full benefit of the gushing stream of water from the bath tub faucet, as it fell in a steady stream between her wide apart thighs. I was amazed. I was shocked. I was aroused. My cock immediately rising in my pants. By accident I happened upon on a very private moment...a moment I've come close to... but never repeated again in all my life: discovering a woman in the act of oblivious self pleasuring and she being totally unaware I was observing her. I stood watching for no more than a minute and I suppose she felt my presence and opened her eyes. She was startled...let out a shreek.. drawing her legs together almost pulling herself into a ball. Her expression was mix of embarrassment and no doubt anger. I assured it was alright and apologized for intruding explaining my intent was to playfully surprise her. Her solo session was abruptly over but we made up for it later that night. As we lay in the dark enjoying a post orgasmic moment she explained it was her special way of getting off. She never used her fingers..never a vibrator but the running water did the trick big time for her. She discovered it as a teenager, soaping herself down there and choosing to rinse off by positioning her pussy under the bath faucet. She was surprised the feeling was electrifying and experienced her very first orgasm that way. She admitted she could cum multiple times that way and even did it in college if she had the dorm shower room to herself...sitting on the floor of a stall..legs apart but rarely was it as satisfying as the force of a direct stream. She even admitted doing it while living with her roommates, locking self in the bathroom until they came pounding on the door wondering why she spent so much time in there. She permitted me the honor of watching as she masturbated in the tub from time to time...something she never shared with anyone. The idea of being watched seemed to turn her on even more and I would help by sucking her nipples as the faucet water did its work making her cry out as an orgasm convulsed through her. Our relationship lasted for another year when the company transferred her. She moved way and eventually made her way to the west coast where she became involved with another man. Over the years I've repeated that scene many times in my memory and even now..so many sexual encounters and adventures later I still find it to be one of the most erotic and impromptu experiences of my life. Impromptu Attraction Special thanks to CWatson for all the advice. * She opened her eyes slowly, her vision getting clearer with each blink. The early morning light streaming in through the windows made her head throb, and she immediately regretted however much she'd had to drink the night before. Gradually her head stopped spinning enough for her to realize this wasn't her bed, and she had absolutely no idea where she was. "Great, just what I needed." She sighed. Yesterday she had been so optimistic, but it seemed that everything had gone as wrong as it possibly could. She thought back to all the events that had led to that moment. The morning before, Julia had woken up in her small apartment as usual. She had followed her regular Saturday morning routine of cooking breakfast before drawing a hot bath. As the water had flowed over her skin she had thought about the night ahead, and the possibilities it held. For the past three months, Julia had been working at a small but popular political magazine. Her marketing degree was finally being put to use, and she proudly called herself the Assistant Director of Advertising. A fairly impressive title for a twenty-four year old, but it was less remarkable considering the advertising department consisted of her and one other person. Julia was in charge of finding new clients and convincing them to buy ad space, while her partner Marilynn schmoozed existing clients into staying on and buying more. The job meant she spent a lot of time on the phone quoting prices and making exaggerated claims, but it held her interest. And even if it didn't, there was plenty more around the office to keep her occupied. Though it had a staff of just under twenty people, the magazine had more than its fair share of attractive men. Being only one of two women in the office certainly had its advantages, as Marilynn was sure to point out during the orientation session. "Welcome! Your desk is here, the break room is there, and the bathrooms are just around there. Now that we have all that out of the way, let me introduce you to the guys." Julia had gotten the feeling she was going to like Marilynn: she was in her early fifties with bleach blonde hair and a passion for leopard print clothes, and the two had hit it off immediately. Before Julia had had a chance to sit down, Marilynn had introduced her to nearly every man in the office, paying particular attention to the single ones. But even with all the choices Julia only had eyes for one man, and he just happened to be the boss. The editor of any widespread publication is bound to have a certain appeal, but those who happen to be tall, dark and handsome are nearly irresistible. For months Julia had been trying to get up the nerve to talk to Mark on a more personal level, but every time she chickened out at the last minute. So instead she had watched him from her desk, savoring any small contact she had with him and replaying trivial conversations over and over in her head. Their talk had always been about business, and she had never had the nerve to ask him anything about his personal life. But tonight was going to be different. It had to be. A few weeks earlier Mark had made the startling announcement that he was standing down as editor in chief. His replacement had already been named, so all that was left was to wrap up some loose ends and say goodbye to the magazine. A farewell party was being combined with the annual Christmas party, and tonight Mark would leave the offices for the last time. The announcement had come as a shock to Julia, but it also gave her the courage she needed to finally make a move. She liked to tell herself that it would have been weird to date her boss, so really it was better for everyone that she waited until now. In reality she was relieved that if she made a complete fool of herself in front of Mark then at least she wouldn't have to face him every day. As she sat in the bath thinking about the possibility of having Mark all to herself, she started to get more and more excited. She laid her head back and sighed as she dipped a hand beneath the warm water, slowly stroking between her legs. She rubbed a finger against her clitoris, massaging in slow circles as she let her mind wander. She pictured herself going into Mark's office and shutting the door, then straddling him in his chair and pulling her top down. She thought of pressing his mouth to her breasts, his tongue flicking against her nipples as she moaned. The fantasy was one she often thought about, and never failed to turn her on. She kept rubbing her clit as she caressed her breasts with her other hand, gently pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers. She leaned down and ran her tongue against her nipples one at a time, sucking and gently biting each of them. She moved her hand lower, sliding a finger into her warm pussy. She worked her finger in and out, slowly rubbing her clit with the palm of her hand as her fantasy developed. She imagined sitting on Mark's desk with her skirt pulled up and her legs spread apart, his hard cock slamming in and out of her. She slipped a second finger inside of her, moving them in and out in rhythm to her fantasy. Her breath came in short gasps as she moved her other hand between her legs, one furiously rubbing her clit while the other pounded in and out of her pussy. She pictured bending over Mark's desk, gripping it for support as he took her from behind. She imagined him muffling a moan into her neck as his hands moved all over her body. She picked up the pace as her mind continued through the fantasy, her fingers moving to the rhythm of Mark's thrusting. She felt her orgasm building, and bit her lip to stifle her moans. Her body went rigid as she came, her eyes squeezed shut as she let the orgasm wash over her and gradually slowed her hands to a stop. She climbed out of the bath and threw on some sweats, then started planning her outfit for the evening. Despite the cold weather she opted for a relatively short blue dress, but pulled out a pair of thick black tights as a compromise. With nothing else to do Julia sat down at her computer to work on a presentation for Monday, and despite constantly checking the clock the time passed by. When she finished her work it was time to get ready, and she paid attention to every meticulous detail as she put on clothes specifically chosen to accentuate her best features, and makeup to make her green eyes stand out. Despite her ineptness with hair she managed to get her wavy brown locks into an impressive updo, and with one last look in the mirror she grabbed her coat and headed for the bus stop. Julia's coworkers were notorious for being disorganized, and every issue of the magazine went to print just under the wire. Parties, however, were serious business. The annual tradition was to have the Christmas party at the office and use the money saved on a venue to get more food and drinks. This year was no exception, and as she stepped off the elevator Julia could smell the food long before she saw it. Tables were pushed together on one side of the office to create a buffet, while the other side boasted an impressive selection of alcohol. After doing a quick sweep of the room and saying hello to her colleagues, Julia grabbed a plate and a drink and settled down to wait for her moment with Mark. She had planned out exactly what she was going to say and was rehearsing it in her head when he walked in. Mark had a certain presence in any situation, and as soon as he walked in the whole room noticed. While Mark began talking to his colleagues Julia grabbed another drink to calm her nerves. She kept her mind on what she was going to say, down to what gestures and tone of voice she wanted to use. Before long she saw her opportunity: Mark had left the columnist he was speaking with and was headed towards the bar, so Julia quickly started walking in the same direction. "Hi Mark! Having a good evening?" Julia tried to keep her voice steady, but her heart was beating faster by the second. "Best going away party I've ever had, though that's not saying much." He smiled and started telling her about getting fired from his first job and wondering if anyone ever noticed he was there at all, let alone that he was gone. She hung on his every word, laughed in all the right places, but still her mind was on the task at hand. "Listen, I've been meaning to talk to you about something. Do you mind if we-" Her question was cut off by an announcement. "Time for the guest of honor to make a speech!" shouted the senior staff writer. A round of applause went through the room and everyone turned to Mark. He feigned modesty before going to the front of the room to address his staff. Julia's heart sank a little, but she was sure he would come back and she would get her chance. "What can I say? You've been the most ethical, professional and efficient people I've ever had the pleasure of working with," he began. A roar of laughter followed; Mark waited for the noise to die down before he continued. "But seriously, it's been great working here." That's when everything went wrong. As soon as Mark started talking about his future, Julia's world was turned upside down. She would not remember the speech exactly, but the words "emigrating" and "fiancée" would stand out sharply in her mind. Everyone else in the room was excited that their boss was moving abroad to work for an internationally recognized newspaper and a round of applause spread when Mark announced he would be joined overseas by his fiancée. To add insult to injury, he was also delighted to tell everyone that she would be arriving at any minute. Right on cue, she walked through the door. She was unbelievably tall and irritatingly slender, and Mark proudly announced that she was a former model. Of course she was. Julia felt numb as Mark put his arm around this perfect woman to finish his impromptu speech. She felt herself raise her glass in a toast along with everyone else, but in her head she was screaming. As soon as everyone went back to their conversations she rushed to the ladies' room where she knew she wouldn't be bothered. She felt like sobbing her eyes out, but no tears came. In all this time, why had she never known he was with someone? In the end she just felt foolish, pining after someone who was clearly unavailable. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice Marilynn come in. "Everything okay in here?" she asked. Julia jumped at the question, but did her best to put a smile on her face when she replied. "Oh, everything is fine. Just came to get away from all the noise for a while." "You really had no idea, did you?" The question caught Julia off guard, and at first she considered playing dumb. She had tried her best to hide her feelings for Mark, but if there was one person who would pick up on it then it would be Marilynn. She knew everything there was to know about relationships, and had a string of ex-husbands to show for it. "No, I had no idea. But it's fine, really. I'm happy for him." She managed a small smile; Marilynn didn't look convinced. "Besides, it never would have worked out between us. He's moving on to bigger and better things and I'm still getting settled in here." Marilynn put her arm around Julia's shoulders. "You sure you're ok? I can give you a ride home if you'd rather leave." "Thanks for the offer, but I'm fine, really." Julia let out a deep breath. "Come on, let's go enjoy the rest of the party." By the time they came out, Mark and his fiancée had left, which came as a relief. Julia headed straight for the bar and poured herself a stiff drink, then sat down to think about her situation. The more she thought, the more she wanted another drink. The rest of the evening was hazy at best. Only small snatches of conversation stuck out in her mind. "Julia! I'm making my signature cocktail, come have one," she remembered the senior staff writer calling to her. She had quickly finished her drink to try his mystery concoction. "Who's up for a game of quarters?" one of the young photographers had shouted. "Julia? You in?" She had agreed. From then on all she had was flashes of memory: sitting on the floor when no chairs were available, trying to find a radio so she could dance, leaning her forehead against the cool window pane and thanking it for feeling so nice. Everything after that was completely blank. Her reminiscing didn't get her any closer to figuring out where she had woken up. She assumed someone from the office had taken her home with them, and she had the sinking suspicion it wasn't Marilynn. She held her breath and flung the covers off of her, and breathed a sigh of relief to see she was still fully dressed. Her thick tights had a few runs in them, but they were still on her legs. No one, no matter how hard they tried, would be able to get them back on her successfully, so she was glad that at least no one had taken advantage of her in her drunken state. The relief was short-lived and the throbbing in her head came back to her attention. She glanced around the room as she rubbed her temples, and was surprised to see a plate of toast and an enormous glass of water sitting on the bedside table. She couldn't help but smile; whoever brought her here was either very considerate, or had done this a few times before. She ate the toast and drank the entire glass of water, and started feeling more like herself. She got out of the bed on unsteady legs and started looking for clues about whose room this was. The clothes in the closet were all men's, but that could mean anyone in the office. She saw a photograph sitting on top of the chest of drawers, and started scanning it for a familiar face. It was clearly a snapshot from a family vacation: two parents and full-grown brother and sister, who looked so close in age they might have been twins. She recognized the face of the younger man in the photo, but couldn't believe her eyes. Julia knew very little about Ben, but just enough to know that he didn't like her. He was the art director at the magazine, so he was in charge of designing the graphics and layout of each issue. The little contact she had had with him had been very short and to the point, with no friendly conversation of any kind. Their cubicles were across the aisle from each other, and on several occasions Julia had noticed Ben watching her with a look of annoyance on his face. Of everyone in the office Ben was the last person Julia would expect to go out of his way to help her, especially to go to all this trouble. As she put the photo down she thought this must be some mistake. Maybe the picture had been in a Christmas card that everyone in the office but her had gotten, and she was in someone else's apartment right now. She slowly crept to the door and eased it open, listening for any sounds before sticking her head out into the next room. There on the couch, fast asleep, was Ben. He was still wearing his suit from the night before, his jacket tucked under his head and his glasses lying on his chest. Julia stared at him for a minute before backing into the bedroom and easing the door shut. She sat on the edge of the bed and tried to decide what to do next. Finally she decided that a hot shower was the best idea, an idea confirmed by her reflection in the bathroom mirror. After the much needed shower she dried her hair as best she could with the towel that had been laid out for her, and pulled her dress and tights back on. She found her shoes sitting neatly at the foot of the bed along with her purse, and she did her best to make herself presentable with what little makeup she had in there. She found her coat thrown over a chair, and hoped that once it was buttoned up she wouldn't look like she was making the walk of shame. Once she had everything together, she carefully opened the bedroom door and started making her way across the apartment. She thought the best thing to do would be to sneak out unnoticed and forget this whole thing ever happened; Ben could go back to hating her without having to admit that he was once nice to her. She felt bad about not being able to thank him for all he'd done, but it was probably for the best. She got all the way to the door before his voice called out to her. "Good morning," he said from the couch without opening his eyes. She froze with her hand on the doorknob, so close to making it out. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't realize you were awake. I was just leaving," she finished lamely. She suddenly felt the full awkwardness of the situation hit her all at once and she wished she had just kept walking out the door. He sat up, rubbing his eyes before taking in her wet hair and clean face. "I hope you found everything you needed, I figured you weren't in any condition to go looking for things." Despite the situation and how uncomfortable she felt, Julia couldn't help noticing something different about Ben. For a start he wasn't looking at her with his usual glare, and he was saying more than was absolutely necessary. This made her even more confused, and she hesitated still with her hand on the door. "Yes, thank you. And thanks for letting me stay here, I guess I got a little carried away last night." She knew she owed him a much bigger thank you, but at the moment all she wanted was to go. "Not a problem, it's not every day I get to throw a coworker over my shoulder and carry her to my bed." A shy smile crossed his lips, and she could have sworn he started blushing just a little. Julia hesitated, not sure what to say next. "Well, uh, thanks again. Um, guess I'll see you tomorrow?" "Do you need a ride home?" Ben asked, rising from the couch and putting on his glasses. "No no, I'm sure I can manage." She smiled weakly. "Well, bye!" She practically ran out the door and down the stairs to the street. Once she was there she got her bearings and started making the long journey back to her apartment. Her head was still spinning from the hangover, but also with the events of the morning. Not only had a man she thought hated her gone well out of his way to be extremely helpful, he had actually been friendly about it. Had he really smiled at her? Once she got back to her apartment she stripped off her clothes and flopped onto the bed without even bothering to get dressed. She pulled the covers over her head to think about what had happened, but instead fell into a deep and much needed sleep. The next morning Julia dragged herself out of bed to get ready for work. The day before had consisted mostly of sleeping, and she was glad she had finished her work before the party. She had a presentation to make to the new boss, but her mind was focused on something else. All evening she had tried to make sense of Ben taking care of her, and the more she thought about it the more confused she became. She arrived into work early, settling in at her desk while the office was still quiet. Before long her coworkers started streaming in, some obviously still recovering from the party on Saturday. Soon the office was buzzing about the new editor's first day of work, and Julia was relieved that her behavior had gone unnoticed. The talk about the new editor reminded her of what she was trying so hard not to think about: Mark. She was angry with herself for so many reasons, but it still hurt to think about being in the office without him. Julia did her best to put him out of her mind and get back to work. She put the finishing touches on her presentation before heading to the break room for a cup of coffee. She hadn't realized someone else had the same idea. Ben was standing in the break room waiting for the coffee maker to finish when Julia walked in the door. He turned to her and smiled.