1 comments/ 16719 views/ 1 favorites Impulse By: Nick Marlowe Your eyes shown in the bright lights. I looked into them, wanting to see your thoughts at that moment, but I could not. You nervously glanced around the room as I approached you, and then you stared at me as I reached forward to touch your neck. I felt you shiver as my hands fell around your neck. Tensed muscles told me what I sought to read in your eyes. I like that feeling,that sweet thrill when I touch someone for the first time. They never know exactly what to expect. Sometimes, neither do I. That's what makes it so special. Your eyes look directly at mine now as I feel your slender aqualine neck, savoring the softness of your pale flesh and caressing you with hints of careful and deliberate kindnesses. I feel you relax as my fingers work against your shoulders now. Slow movements, learned over many years, all designed to lull you and relax you. Touches designed to mold you and knead your body to my desires. To calm your anxieties and make you accepting of my intentions. I move closer and lean down. I open your blouse and feel you startle, but I simply pull the fabric back so I can massage your shoulders more completely. I know you expected and maybe even wanted me to continue opening your blouse so I could have access to your breasts. You will have to wait. Your breasts will be my pleasure when and as I want them, and now I want to know your shoulders more completely. Your head tilts to the side slightly. Your eyes are soft now. Your breaths are more rapid, but softer also. I am taking you under my spell, slowly, lovingly, patiently. You are not accustomed to this tender attention to your neck and shoulders. Your lovers are so eager that they do not even consider the pleasure you get from these touches. Touches so innocent, yet so erotic and sexual. Massages with deeper meaning, sending you messages of my desire for you. I open your blouse a little wider and pull it back over your shoulders, completely exposing them to the light. You gasp as I brush my hand deliberately across your breast. I stare into your eyes as I brush my hand again. Your eyes narrow slightly, and I can see that you are mine now. I do not rush. Satisfied with that test, I return to your shoulders and now I lean down and place hot wet kisses on your neck, sucking gently as I move around it. Your head tilts as I kiss, allowing me to cover your neck easily. My lips trail down to your shoulders and I travel across them and down onto your upper chest. I leave wet suckings all over your flesh as I gently nibble and kiss and suck on you. You shift your stance. I move back slightly and loosen your blouse more and pull it down over your arms, capturing them at your sides. Your breasts spill out over your bra. White flesh contrasting with the light color of your bra. My hands rub across the top of your breasts, as if they were unfamiliar with them and were simply feeling the softness and texture of your flesh. I cup your bra in my hands and lift it slightly, measuring the weight of your breasts. I look up at you and see that your eyes are following the movement of my hands intently. I look back at your breasts and I take the bottom of the bra and lift it up over your breasts. They spill out. Your nipples are erect. I take them between my fingers and thumbs and squeeze them, feeling the hardness. Soft moans slip from your lips as I roll your nipples between my fingers and thumbs. I pinch them harder. Your moans are deeper and more coarse, so I pinch harder. Groans of painful pleasure now fill my ears. Your breath is on my face as I move to your mouth. Your lips are wet and open as we kiss. Your tongue plays in my mouth and we press hard against each other as my hands continue teasing your nipples. You suck greedly at my mouth, lips and tongue. Your arms pull me hard to your face. I push back and look down at your breasts. My hands now are full of your breasts. Heavy, flushed, soft, pliable...and so needing to be kissed. I lean down and suck as much of your breast as I can into my mouth. My lips seal around your nipple and breast and I suck hard, wanting as much of that tit as I can have at once. I release it and pull the other one into my lips and suck it as deep as I can. My hands hold your breasts up as I kiss and suck and lick and tease them. My mouth is anxious now to cover and suck all of your breasts, and my hands fondle and carress and play with them as I suck them. I feel your hands on my head now holding me tight against your chest. I mold your tits in my hands and suck and lick your nipples, wanting more and more. You help me hold your breasts up as you offer them to me. "Yes..oh yes... suck them hard." Gutteral moans and words of encouragement flow from your mouth. And I do suck them hard. My lips clamping on them. My teeth scraping across them...Gently biting and flicking them with my tongue.Wet kisses cover them. I want to devour your breasts and I kiss and pull and lick and suck them with unrequited passion and need. I work on your tits with a single-minded urgency. My hands ply your flesh as my lips and mouth and tongue minister to your needs. Your body heaves under the passion as you thrust your tits to me. Your breath is hot and hard against my face as I work. Our hands together massage and squeeze and mold your tits as if we are trying to reform them. Malleable flesh..hot and needing to be handled with frantic urgency. "I love your tits," I say, between breaths. I mean it. Your head is back as a climax overtakes you, and your moans grow louder and I feel your hands now pulling me tighter against your breasts. I suck hard and deep and my tongue flicks frantically against your nipples, urging you on to release yourself. I feel you stiffen and then stop still. I slow my sucking and slowly gently suck you as my hands carress your bosom. This soft moment flows through you and I can feel the tranquility that you know in those seconds. You raise my head up to yours and you kiss me, gratefully and passionately. And I kiss you back, accepting your gift and returning it with one that still carried my passion and desire. Your softness was carried away and you again joined me in deep hard kisses as our mouths ground against each others. Our breaths blended together in our open cavernous mouths as we kissed on..eager and desperate for each other. And as we kissed my hands continued feeling your tits, and then slowly moving to hold you against me at your waist. Pulling you against me. Eager for you to feel my ardour that was building and growing with each second. You shifted your legs as I pressed against you. I could tell the moment when you first felt my cock hard between your legs, and pressing against your stomach. You met my pressure with your own and we stood kissing and hunching against each other. I pushed you back and slowly started rubbing my cock thru my jeans. The bulge was apparent and my hands filled with my cock and balls which were down the right side of my jean leg. My hands squeezed and filled with my manhood to show you how I desired you. I rubbed and stroked my cock slowly through my jeans as you watched with fixed attention. I took my left hand and placed it against your lips, and pushed into your mouth. Your lips opened as I felt inside your hot wet mouth. I felt your teeth and your tongue and then your mouth closed around my fingers as you sucked them. I stroked harder as you sucked. Your sucking and my stroking were in cadence. I pulled out of your mouth and placed my hand on the top of your head and guided you down to your knees. You knelt before me and waited, knowing what your reward for this obediance would soon be. I moved closer to you and I pushed forward so my bulging cock rubbed against your cheeks. You reached for my zipper, but I pushed your hands away. I slowly unzipped my jeans, and then took your hands and placed them behind your back, clasped together. I reached inside my jeans and felt my cock, slowly pulling it out. I released it and let it hang there semihard. I lifted my cock up and held my balls in my hands and felt them and juggled them a little. My balls were heavy with cum for you. I moved forward and held my cock up so you could lick and suck my balls. Your tongue darted out and flicked across them, and then traced around them and up to the cock shaft. Your mouth opened wide as you pulled one of the balls and my sack into your lips. Oh how good that felt as your soft mouth sucked, and your tongue washed across my balls. You took the other ball and sucked it as you had the first one. My cock jumped with anticipation. And as my cock pulsed and fought against my hands, I was caught up in that bliss of your mouth. I looked at you as you paid complete attention to my balls, sucking and licking and fondling them. You were unaware that I was watching. You were caught up in playing with my balls, until I pulled back and held my cock out to you. I took my cock and rubbed it against your cheeks and then across your chin and then across your lips. Your mouth sprung open as I touched your lips, but I did not give you my cock yet. I continued rubbing across your entire face before I moved back to your lips. I placed the head between your lips and you moved down on my cock as you tried to suck it inside. I pushed your head back, and when you were still, I slowly pushed my cock inside your waiting mouth. I wanted to control this, and everytime you would lunge forward on my cock, I would pull back and withhold it. You finally understood this game and sat still as I again fed you my cock. I could feel the back of your throat against the head. Soft and yet firm, your throat welcomed my big mushroomed head. I pulled back and let my cock search inside your mouth, pressing against your cheeks until I could see it pushing the shape into your cheeks under your cheek bones. and then pulling back to slip out between your lips. Then back it went, deep into the warmth of your mouth. I loved the sight of you on your knees with my cock filling your mouth. I felt that was where you needed to be, and that thought excited me tremendously. I took your head in my hands and held you tight and still as I started to move my hips, forcing my cock in and out of your mouth. Your lips were tightly gripping the cock shaft as I moved faster and faster. My cock pistoned in and out of your mouth as I fucked your face. What a delicious treat. Your mouth accepting my hard cock as you knelt in front of me still dressed and submissive to my desires. And I fucked you harder and harder, my need building and my urgency peaking. Your eyes were glazed as I assaulted your mouth faster and harder. My cock throbbed and jumped as if it were alive. As I felt that hot sensation flowing up from my balls I pulled back just so the head with barely inside your lips. The cum flowed up into my shaft and then through it and out inside your mouth. Hot thick cum spurted into your mouth and as I was cumming, I pulled back and shot onto your chin and face and then onto your breasts. Spurt after spurt covered you. Your mouth leaked small streams down onto your chin and they ran down onto your neck and onto your chest. I stroked my cock, milking the remaining ooze out and rubbed it on your cheeks and between your lips. I pushed my cock back into your mouth and you hungrily sucked the last drops out and then washed my cock clean with your tongue. I watched your face as you worshipped my cock, and I was pleased. I took your hands and helped you up. I led you to a chair and sat you down. Your blouse was pulled down. Your bra was still on, but raised above your breasts and your pants were still on. I undid your blouse and removed it. I reached behind you and unsnaped your bra and pulled it off. Then I undid your belt and unbuttoned your pants. I took the pant legs and pulled them off as you lifted your ass up to free them. You sat naked now except for your panties. I knelt down before you and lifted your legs up and placed them on the chair arms. I smiled at you as I leaned down and gently pressed my lips against your mound. I kept my lips together as I kissed you, just nuzzling and rubbing against your mons. Your panty crotch was wet. I breathed deeply, inhaling your woman scent. I felt so animalistic as I took in the musky odor of your heat. I looked at you as I moved toward your knees. I wetted my lips and began to kiss and lick your foot and then your ankle and then your calf and your knee and then your thigh. I took my time, wanting to kiss every inch of your leg. And when I reached the top of your thigh, I slid my tongue across your flesh until I was at the elastic of your panty leg. And I flicked my tongue against it and then licked across the crotch. I stopped and moved to the V between your legs, where your slit was formed and the wetness of your panties made it visable. I pressed my tongue against that slit and pushed as I slipped the sliky material into you. My tongue probed and pressed deeper as you moaned and writhed in the chair. Then I stopped and moved down to your other foot. I kissed it and then again moved up your leg as I had the other one until I again reached your panty leg. But this time, I took the panty and slid it to the side and held it there as I kissed your bare pussy. My lips opened and my tongue snaked out and licked up into your slit. I stiffened it and pushed between your labia, opening you up. I licked up and down the outside of each lip and then sucked the fleshy tissue into my lips and then again licked and kissed your pussy lips as I had your mouth earlier. I grabbed your panties with both hands and pulled them off and threw them aside. I dived back down and pulled your legs further apart and pressed my face between them. My tongue washed across your labis and then between them and found your clit. I sucked it and flicked it with my tongue and I could feel it swell and stand erect, seeking more attention and trying to escape it's protective hood. And I provoked it and encouraged it by sucking and flicking and licking it. I flicked it hard up and down and then slowly circled my tongue around it over and over. Your juices flowed and wet my face, and I drank them eagerly. My face was soaked as I moved against all of the wonderful woman parts that you bestowed upon me. I devoured you and wanted more. I love your pussy. I want to stay on it, I think. I am wild with desire and am full of joy as I kiss and touch and lick and flick, and probe and suck and explore your sweet wetness. My hands cradle your ass as I hold you up to my mouth. I use you like a bowl. A bowl of nectar and the most delicious potion known to any mortal. A gift from the gods. Sublime passion. Peaceful rapture. Unrelenting desire. And I eat your pussy like I am starving. For I am. I am starved for more of you. I want to feast on you all night. I want to taste your flesh and your wet passion. I want to cover my face with your cum. I want to taste you on my lips in the morning. I want to know the texture of your velvety vagina. I want to know the sound of your breaths escaping your lungs as I take you to orgasmic peaks. I want to kiss your lips gently and tenderly. I want to fuck you with my tongue, savagely and visciously. I want to eat you up. Soon you are exhausted and sensitive to my touch, and I reluctantly move up away from this prize. You sit dazed. Your legs are still spread and I see your red swollen lips gaping open slightly, wetness glistening. I stand next to you, my cock again awakening. I take your hands and place them on my cock. You begin stroking the length of my cock, and as you do, I can feel it stiffening in your hands. Your grip tightens and you stroke with both hands. One moving up and down th shaft, while the other squeezes and massages my balls and the head. I begin to rub your nipples as you stroke me. Soon we are both moving faster. Your nipples are hard like my cock and our hands manipulate each other. I reach back and feel your pussy, which is wet again. I am careful to not increase your swelling as I gently massage you. You slide further down in the chair and in that position you lick my cock. I now have two fingers deep inside you and am massaging you inside. We both groan and moan as we built our excitment. My cock is hard and I need to feel your pussy. I move between your legs and bend down, so that my cock is against your pussy. I don't touch it with my hands, but shift my body enough so that my cock pushes against and between your lips. It easily slides in. I pause as my head is captured between your lips, just to know how good you feel, and soon I push until I feel my cock surrounded in your wet hot pussy. My heart is racing as I savor that feeling. But soon, I give in to my urges and I pull back and begin to stroke my cock in and out. You feel so warm and slippery. I feel the sensations exciting me more with each push, and soon I am lost to my thoughts, except the one controlling my action. I want to fuck your pussy. I want to stretch it and fill it and use it. I want to ram and slam and throw my cock inside it. I want to fuck and buck and ream your pussy. I am insane with this one desire now. My body is lost to rational thought as i ravage you and I throw my body against your outspread crotch. Your hole is filled with my meat and I plow on as hard and fast and deep as I can. I am a fucking machine. I am an animal of lust. I am a seesaw of sex, bobbing and plunging in and out... up and down. I am on automatic pilot, not caring if I crash, just as long as I can feel that sweet pussy around my horny cock. I see your eyes, narrow and hard. Not seeing or focusing. Just narrow slits shooting hot messages that tell me "fuck me".."harder"..."more". I answer by working harder, my ass in overdrive, pounding my cock deeper and deeper into you. Moving faster, until I think I am a blur. Fucking you so deep that I may destroy your insides, but surely ruin you for another man. My mind is running ninety miles an hour with these thoughts as I drive on and on. My hands grab your tits and bat them back and forth. They feel your lips and invite them to suck. They grab your waist and hold you captive as my cock relentlessly rams into you. My hands are everywhere as I fuck you. Feeling...touching...grabbing...squeezing...fondling.... My cock has taken me over now. I try to hang on. Your pussy has also taken you over. It squeezes and urges my cock for more, challenging it to ram deeper, and faster and hard. "Come on boy..give it to me".."fuck me"..."give me that cock." My cock hears it taunting and begging and inviting and urging, and it responds in the only way it knows. It stiffens and swells up and pulses and throbs and jumps and plunges in and out with more fervor and without pause. Our bodies sweat and we thrash about, groaning and moaning and gasping. Flailing around like some electrically jolted creature, spastically rolling and heaving. My cock plunges on. And your pussy meets the challenge easily. Your sweet pussy which I had worshipped just a few minutes ago had now become a wild meaty gaping hungry cunt. It sucked up my cock and spit it back out, only to pull it back in again and grasp it tighter. Working and milking insatiably as it wrung my cock. And we clung to each other as best we could. And my legs cramped but I would not stop. I was forced by exhaustion to straighten up as when I did, I realized what I need then. I helped you up and bent you over so that your hands were braced on the chair arms and I rammed my cock back inside you and continued fucking you. This change of position heightened the friction and sensations and I feel new areas of contact. Impulse Your ass pulled up before me drove me on as my hands felt your buttocks and rubbed your clit. Your tits swayed beneath your chest as I moved you back and forth. The sounds of breathing, moaning and my balls slapping against you filled the air. The smell of sex was strong and pungent. Everything contributed to to this erotic fest. We slammed against each other until we could wait no longer. You climaxed and then built up again to climax over and over. And I could hold back no longer. I grabbed your hips and pushed as deep as I could and released my cum. I held you tight as I shot my seed...pumping it inside you and feeling it surrounding my worn cock until it shrank and slipped out of you. My cum flowed out and dripped on the floor and ran down your legs. You stayed bent over for a minute, unable or afraid to move. I straighened up and squeezed the last cum out of my cock. I reached into your cunt and scooped up some and you turned and licked it from my hands. You stood up and we embraced and kissed. Impulse We were stopped at a red light. After catching 'World's Wildest Police Videos' a few times on TV, I'd decided that stopping at red lights was a Good Idea. Not so much because of the cops, as the loony in the other vehicle. So, there we were, stopped. Windows down, as it was a warm, sunny summer day. Someone leaned in through the open window and pushed a leaflet into Carol's hand. She opened up the crumpled leaflet and I heard her gasp. "What is it?" I said, moving off as the light turned to green. She laughed. "Listen. 'Nude Beach Special at Dover Point. Celebrate National Nude Day on July 14. Free admission that day for couples and family groups'." I looked across at Carol, grinning, but she had her thoughtful face on. "That's today," she said. "What is?" "July 14." "So? Oh, no. not me. You're not getting me on a nude beach!" "Why not?" "I'm chicken, that's why!" "Balls, you're chicken! Why not?" I took her question seriously and thought about it. Why not? Self-doubt, I guessed. "I don't know, I guess I don't have the nerve." "Uh-huh, Jack. You're the guy that was commended for tackling a gun-toting hophead with bare hands. Don't tell me you don't have nerve!" "He was threatening my Mom." She reached over and squeezed my hand. "I know. She told me all about it." "Well, then. You know that was different." "I guess so." I looked across at her, this girl I'd been dating for a couple of months. We weren't lovers, not yet, but I think we both knew that it was only a matter of time, as we each had a powerful attraction to the other. I hadn't said so, not yet, but I found myself thinking of marriage, wondering if she felt the same as me. I was almost ready to find out, I reckoned. "Do you want to go?" I asked her. I drove a couple of blocks in silence, then she turned to me. "Pull over, please, Jack." When I'd stopped she took my hand and waited until I faced her. "Yes, Jack, I do," she said. "I want to know if I have the confidence to be naked in front of strangers. Maybe if I can, then maybe it's time I let you see me naked. This combines both." I felt my breath catch. "You told me that I'd know when you were ready to make love, as you'd be naked," I reminded her. She smiled, but said nothing, holding my eye. I squeezed her fingers. "Okay, dammit. Yes, I'll go with you." "We were going to the beach anyway," she said, "and I think the beach at Dover Point might be quieter." "I wonder why?" I said, grinning at her. "Come on, before I lose my nerve." It was about a fifteen minute drive, and when we got there, the parking lot was about half full. Maybe because it was a Friday. I suspected there'd be more if it was a weekend. We grabbed our bags and headed for reception. The girl behind the desk was bright and cheerful, modest in bikini top and shorts. A concession to the interface between the two worlds, I guessed. "Hi, folks. Come for the free admission for couples today?" she said with a welcoming smile. I took a breath. "Yep." "First time?" I nodded. "Don't worry. After ten minutes it will all seem natural. Unless you meet someone you know, of course." She grinned. "Surprised me when I saw my old high school teacher, I can tell you!" "I'll bet," I said, laughing. "Do we sign in or anything?" "We'd rather you signed out, with a comment about what you thought, if you don't mind. And, in case you want to come back, here's a couple of application forms, and a brochure. Gentlemen that way, ladies that. Enjoy yourselves." Carol and I looked at each other. I think we were both a little nervous that we'd be naked together for the first time in a few moments. And naked in public, too. "See you just outside," I said. She nodded, and we went our separate ways. The men's changing room was deserted, and it took me only a moment to discard my clothes and put them in my carryall, along with our picnic lunch and my towel. I took a deep breath and opened the door to the beach. I stepped out and looked around. No sign of Carol, so I moved to the edge of the little terrace and looked around. Most people seemed to be down closer to the water, or using the clumps of pine and birch as shelter. There was a noise behind me and I turned. Carol smiled nervously at me. She'd tied her long hair back in a loose ponytail, and was holding her carryall across her with both hands. Her breasts weren't covered and the sight of them confirmed the promise of my occasional caressing of them, usually when it was too dark to see them. Not large, a handful, high and firm. Her nipples were erect, pencil-eraser sized, in dark pink areolae an inch across. Beautiful, I was about to speak when she took a deep breath and let her bag swing aside in her left hand. Her belly was slightly rounded, just enough softness to blur the muscle. Her mons slightly pronounced, with a soft mat of red-gold hairs clipped neatly to her bikini line. There was a bright spot of color in each cheek as she faced me, biting her lip at the corner. "Carol, my pet, you are beautiful," I said. She smiled. "You're not so bad yourself, Jack." She stepped forward and kissed me, a brief peck on the lips. "Where do we go?" I shrugged. "Where do you want to go?" She pointed. "Why don't we go along there, past those pines, see if it's quieter along there?" "Okay." I took her hand. "Let's go." We set off across the sand, hot under our feet, moving between groups of people, families, couples, no one seemed to be alone. The color was still high in Carol's cheeks but she walked tall and I was proud of her. Of her? Hell, I was proud of me! There were a lot of attractive women on the beach, of all ages from toddlers to grandmothers, and the common factor seemed to be that they were all relaxed. Most had all-over tans, attesting to their regular visits, but there were a few like me and Carol, with paler butts, and breasts on the women. We were close to the clump of pines when we heard a voice. "Carol! Jack! Hold up a minute, will you?" From a group of women, most tanned, a couple of – what was the nickname? Oh, yes! Cottontails - a couple of cottontails, came an attractive woman with a wide smile on her face. "Aunt Jen!" said Carol, startled, I think, to see her aunt, who stepped up and hugged her, then did the same to me. I like Carol's Aunt Jen. Fortyish, divorced, slightly plump and tanned all over, I noticed. Good figure. Definitely bedworthy, a wicked corner of my mind decided. Carol and I occasionally used her pool. "Hi, sweetie," said Jen. "Surprised to see me?" "I guess so," said Carol. "I didn't know you were interested, or I'd have said something." "I wish you had. It's only because someone stuffed a leaflet in my hand that we knew about the offer today. We were going to the beach anyway, and I persuaded Jack to come here. Impulse, I think. We were just going to have a look past the clump of pines." "It's quieter there, furthest away from the parking lot and the concession, so the lazy folk don't get there. I'd invite you to join us, but you don't want to be saddled with a bunch of middle-aged women. Not when you're together. Go on, enjoy the day, and lose your fears of being naked. Next time you come around for a swim, don't bring your suit!" She gave us a warm smile and returned to her friends, giving us a wave as we turned the corner. "She looked good," I said to Carol as we paused to look around. Jen was right, it was quiet. A couple of family groups, moms and kids, a couple, younger than Carol and me, maybe late high school or just starting college, that age, the girl tanned all over, the boy showing a paler butt, and three girls, two of them cottontails. But the teenagers seemed to be leaving and in a few minutes there were just us and the two family groups. We laid our towels out near the pines, and Carol took out the sunblock. She held it out to me. "Will you do my back, please, Jack?" "My pleasure, of course." Carol stretched out on her face, and I poured some sunblock into my hand and began the pleasurable task of rubbing it into her shoulders and down her back. I hesitated as I reached her butt, but she turned her head. "Please, Jack, keep going," she murmured and for a few moments I enjoyed the sensuous pleasure of rubbing sun-block into her firm ass. She moved her legs apart to give me room and, startled, I realized I could see her pussy. There was a gleam of moisture. Sunblock, or was she turned on? I moved my hands onto her thighs and I let my thumb touch her pussy as I slid my hands up, rubbing the sunblock in. She stiffened as my thumb touched her, then relaxed with a sigh. Her head turned, a flush on her face. "Don't, Jack. Not here. Not yet. Later," she said. Later? Oh, please God, don't let me get an erection, not here, I thought, echoing Carol's words in my mind. Had she just made me a promise? God, I hoped so! I reached her ankles and she sat up, reaching for the sunblock and beginning to rub it into her breasts. She glanced across at where the kids and moms were playing, then smiled at me. "If they weren't here I'd want you to do this for me, sweetheart," she murmured, with a wink for me. I groaned, and her smile widened into a grin. "Don't, you're torturing me!" I said, and I could hear the hoarseness in my voice. "Come on, you're enjoying this!" "I'm enjoying being here with you, yes; I love seeing you naked, yes – the reality is so much better than I imagined. What I'm not enjoying is the constant fight against an erection, although, I have to say, those two toddlers over there; if I glance over at them it's instant deflation imagining what their moms would do to me." Carol giggled. "Emasculation, most likely. Come on, turn round, and I'll do your back." She sighed. "You'd better do your own front." She smiled at me. "Half an hour in the sun, a swim, and then take me home. "You sure?" I said, looking back over my shoulder. She bent forward and kissed my cheek. "Certain," she said. "Pass the food, please." We ate, we chatted, we even played ball with the kids and their moms, twenty-somethings, tanned and friendly, and we both of us avoided any mention of what might happen when I took Carol home. The moment came, and we packed our things up and, hand in hand, made our way back to the changing rooms and showers. Carol's Aunt Jen was still there with her friends and waved us over. "Pool party on Sunday," she said. "Please come, both of you." "With or without suits?" Carol asked with a grin for her aunt. "Without. Everyone else is a member here, you two were the only doubts. Now?" Jen shrugged, smiling at us. "Now, I can relax." Carol looked at me, her brows raised in query, and I nodded. "We'll be there," said Carol. "Good," said Jen. "Come about two. Bye for now." In the car, driving back to her apartment, Carol was quiet. She smiled when I caught her eye, but the smiles were brief, as if she was preoccupied, and I began to feel a little concerned. It's not far to Carol's block and there was a vacant parking slot nearby, so it wasn't long before we were entering her apartment. She lives on the shady side of the block and isn't overlooked by neighbors, and other times I'd been there, in the evenings, she left the drapes open and we could see the lights around us. Now, still in broad daylight, she triggered the drapes closing mechanism and the living room was in a cosy duskiness. Once inside, Carol poured us each a tall wine cooler, took a sip of hers, and put it down. "Excuse me, please, Jack. I think I need to change. I'll just be a moment. Put some music on, something romantic, or maybe something light classical." She kissed my nose, and she was away. I flicked through her CDs, decided on some Borodin. Like me, Carol was quite fond of some of the Russian composers. In moments the muted strains of the orchestra began to fill the room. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and turned. Carol was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a silk kimono I'd given her as a present the previous week to celebrate her birthday. Her twenty-second, as it happens. She'd brushed out her hair so that it hung loose about her shoulders, and she smiled when I caught her eye, moving towards me, the silk moving on her body in a way that told me it was her only garment. Without hesitation she moved into my arms, raising her lips for my kiss. It started gently, but there was a subtle tension about her and the kiss quickly became heated, so that she was breathing heavily when she broke away. Holding my eyes with hers, she loosened the kimono and let it slide down her arms to the floor. "Make love to me, Jack," she said, her voice a husky, almost hoarse, parody of her usual tones. "Sure, baby?" She nodded. "Absolutely certain." I held her eyes as I stripped the polo shirt off over my head. She smiled, and I loosened my waistband, kicked off my sneakers and pushed my chinos down and off. There was a growing bulge in my boxers and Carol's tongue swept swiftly across dry lips as I pulled my socks off. It was a relief, a huge relief, not to have to fight an erection and by the time I'd pushed my boxers off my hard cock was pointing somewhere up at the pictures on the wall. I held my arms out, and Carol moved back into my embrace, her lips hot and urgent on mine. Without breaking the kiss, I eased her towards the couch and we slowly moved down and onto it, Carol at my left, my left hand behind her and my right on her hip. Her arms were twined around my neck, and I took hold of her left hand and moved it down, resting it on my cock. She broke the kiss and stared at me, and I squeezed my hand over hers, letting my fingers trail up her thigh, over her hip, up and out along her arm, and then in, and down, my fingers trailing lightly over her nipple, hot and hard, swollen. Her breath hissed in on a gasp and her eyes fluttered closed. Her hand was steady on me, and she squeezed, her fingers moving over me, lightly, soft, exploring, her thumb rubbing over the mushroom head even as my own fingers caressed their way over her belly, through the fleece on her mound and down between her legs. Almost unconsciously, her legs separated and I slid my finger the length of her cleft, up to the hood of her clitoris, moving easily in her juices. I slid a finger, two, into her, my thumb gentle on her clit and she moaned softly into my mouth, trembling. I pulled my head back slightly and her eyes flashed open. I smiled. "Do I need anything?" "Do you -? Oh! No, just put it in me." She smiled, soft, loving. "Soon, please? Before I pass out from wanting you." "You want me?" She took a deep breath. "More than I've ever wanted anything in my life." I eased her to her back on the couch, and moved over her, looking down into her eyes. She moved her legs apart, holding my eye. "Now," she said, and as I moved to put the head of my cock at her cleft, her cool fingers took me, guiding me into her warmth and wetness, into the scalding cling of her, a soft gasp coming from her as I pressed in, pulling back, spreading her juices and pressing in again, deeper, feeling my balls brush her ass as I filled her. There was a soft moan from her as I hit bottom. "Ohh. Yes, Jack! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, fuck me deep, fuck me hard, my darling." I was startled, as I'd never heard her say so much as a 'damn' before, but this was a time for the raw bluntness of such language, because there was something primitive in us as I began to thrust into her, feeling her getting wetter as I thrust, beginning to hear myself as I moved in her wetness, smelling the potent mixture of her spring flower perfume and the raw sensual juices I was moving in, sweat coming to my brow, to hers, and pooling on her belly where I touched her as our bodies moved together, her breath beginning to hiss in my ear as I moved, her breathing adopting the rhythm of my thrusts. It wasn't long, excited as we both were, before the moment was getting to me, and I was gritting my teeth, fighting to delay my climax, moving so that my angle of entry was slightly different, a hiss in my ear telling me that Carol was enjoying the moment, too, that the change was good for her, that this moment was ours. Not mine, not hers. Ours. There was no way such intensity could last, and it didn't. Carol came first, a gasp from her as her pussy clamped down on my cock, her belly rippling, her pussy sucking at my cock, drawing me on, triggering my own climax so that my hips thrust at her in climactic reflex, and Carol gasped in my ear as she felt me driving into her, her hands pulling me tight into her. As we came down from our high, and our breathing slowly crept back to normal, as we cooled slowly in the summer warmth, we were silent, until Carol suddenly giggled. "What?" I said. "I think you'd better pull out, before you fall out." She made a face. "I like having you there." "I like being there." I kissed her nose, then pulled back, flopping onto my back. She rolled over, half on top of me, her chin on my chest, one leg between mine, gazing into my eyes, gnawing at her top lip. "Was I good?" she said. "Better than good. Wonderful." She half smiled. "Do you want to do that again?" "You need to ask? Every chance I get, and twice at weekends." She gnawed her lip again, then took a deep breath. "Jack, I want your child." I tried to keep my face impassive while I recovered from the shock. "You do, do you?" She nodded. "I do, so very much," she whispered. "I love you." "Well, in that case, Carol Elizabeth Trevelyan," I said. "Will you marry me? Because I love you, too." Impulse Cary was supposed to meet his wife Sally at the lounge at 6 PM. He got off work at 5, there was a shower at the office and a change of clothes folded carefully in his over sized briefcase. Just nice slacks, a sports shirt, since Sally promised to wear the little red dress she bought weeks before he dispensed with his usual blue jeans. She even modeled it for him in their living room but so far when Cary suggested she wear it outside the house, she chickened out. It was on the short side but not amazingly so, it had a higher than normal waistline with long pleats. The bust was made of that stretchy stuff and it had no straps so she couldn't wear any of her bras with it. The problem with that was the material made it completely obvious that she had big black nipples. Cary loved that, one glance at her and he was hard as a rock, but then Sally always did have that effect on him. Sally was on the shy side about her boobs, while she didn't mind at all being naked in front of Cary, the idea of anyone else getting a peek was just not something she wanted to happen. At least that appeared to be the case. Like every woman everywhere, her tits are too soft, too hard, too little, not shaped right, nipples look wrong, one is bigger than the other, on and on and on. This while surrounded by guys that would stand on their heads in a mud bog for a chance to get a good look at her boobs, even if the woman only had one of them. So she dressed modestly nearly all of the time, except for just once in awhile. "I'm only wearing this to please you." He heard quite a few times from her when he did manage to convince her to add some provocation to her attire. That's what she said, anyway, but Cary always suspected the truth might perhaps be different. This Cary knew for a fact because one time at a party she wore an outfit that appeared to be modest at first glance but was overly loose at the top. There had been no encouragement from him at all that time. She had come out of the bedroom wearing the soft pink dress, the top was a bit low cut, not outrageous at all, yet mildly large for her. Plus she had put on a shelf type bra and it pushed her boobs up enough that the tops of them showed nicely. No big deal there except when she bent over for some reason. Then the bra showed clearly, both of her big titties sat there encased enough that her nipples didn't quite show but they came very close to it. Even sitting down, if anyone walked behind her they could look right down there, her big dark nipples barely out of sight behind the frilly lace upper fringe. Sally appeared to be totally oblivious to that, but everyone else there that evening sure wasn't. She also got a little tipsy, not a hard thing for her to do, Sally was a three drinks and then giggling type of gal. She also got careless when she got a tad too much to drink, so that night about everyone there including the women got a nice look at her big soft breasts. A couple of times Cary noticed he could see just the upper edge of her nipple, and the peek a boo show got him horny as hell. No way in hell could he keep his eyes off of her. Sally acted like she didn't have a clue that people at the party were wearing a path in the carpet behind the couch she was sitting on. Finally after she got tipsy and had sent him quite a few smoky glances he couldn't stand it and took her home. That was one of those scoot across the carpet in the living room nights. "God you looked hot tonight!" He told her, as they lay there cuddled up snugly. "Hot? Me? In that old thing?" She answered. She acted like she didn't know what he was talking about when he mentioned her slightly naughty appearance all evening. That had been a kick, so much fun that Cary was really up and going long before they even got to the house. Cary spent a lot of time trying to convince Sally her breasts were perfection, hoping she would dress like that even more and he almost succeeded in that. Almost. Once he even connived her into taking off her top at the beach, she instantly planted herself face down on the blanket and you couldn't have pried her loose from it with a crowbar. For some reason she was shy about being blatant yet often had accidents, it all was odd to him. He knew he never would understand females. +++ Sally did that bounce up and down on her tiptoes thing that afternoon while showing him her new naughty red dress she had just bought. It made her jugs do amazing things, Cary was sure she knew full well that he would go nuts. Which he did. She saw the look on his face as he was getting up and turned and ran for the bedroom, getting the dress tugged over her head just in time to save it. Then he had her tackled and down on the bed, Sally was giggled and squirming around as Cary poked at her, finally managing to get her tiny little pantie tugged out of the way. In the process they ended up falling off the bed, she landed on top and the carpet was nice and soft so he didn't even slow down. His ass was sore for a full week after that one from rubbing on the carpet. She just laughed and told him it was his turn when he griped about it. The idea of being out in public with Sally, while she was wearing that nasty tiny little red dress just yanked Cary's chain. Anyone who looked at her would be able to see her, even though she was covered up. Standing in the doorway like that with the light behind her had outlined her naked body perfectly, that part was something that had probably not registered on Sally. At least he thought so. She looked even hotter in it than she did out of it. Well. Almost. The thin pink pantie she had on underneath the red dress didn't hide anything either. Sally felt her own orgasm flood over her as Cary thrust away at her, those times when he went all out of control like that were something she just loved. He would get so completely hard, and it felt even bigger than normal. "God you are so fucking hot!" He was grunting, it filled her mind completely with pleasure because she knew he had gone almost out of control at just the sight of her. Sally loved it when Cary was like that, her own pleasure was so intense that she lost track of everything else. +++ She decided that she would muster her courage and wear the outfit for him. She had seen herself in the mirror, the dress really was nasty, far more so than anything she had ever worn in public but she felt that she was still covered up well enough, all it appeared to do was offer hints. She made up her mind for sure when Cary managed the second orgasm without even stopping, she had long since lost count of her own. Sally decided that she would do anything to please this man, he was the most wonderful man in the whole world. +++ 6 PM was not a problem at all, he would "b there with bells on", he sent her the text from work on his new phone thingie. They had just gotten them, and were still in the process of learning to use them, fiddling around sending short blurbs back and forth even while both of them were at home. It was almost like shorthand, trying to send a message and make it fit on the tiny little screen was fun. "u better b", she sent right back. Cary could hardly wait, he got off work at 5 and was going to meet her at the lounge, have some dinner, go listen to the band and dance. He loved to be out with her, show her off. Even dressed in her normal blouse and skirt, or even slacks and a top she was special. Cary noticed that lots of men, even some of the women took notice of them as he spun her on the dance floor, he was a tall and handsome man in his own right, and there was no hiding his broad shoulders and muscular arms. Tease each other, have some fun, go home and make wild love the rest of the night. He could just imagine what the night would be like if she actually did wear something like that naughty red dress out in public. Sally had long since noticed Cary's reactions, simply wearing a pair of tight shorts perked him up, a low cut top got his eyes following her every move. Things like that made her tingle inside in anticipation. That day at the beach, she had actually taken her bikini top completely off, right out in public. She had wanted desperately to just roll over, show her titties off to the entire world, but she simply could not bring herself to do that. Instead she had laid there on her tummy, even going so far as to lift the blanket up when she sat up to put her top back on. There had been one older man about 30 feet or so away, she could see he was trying to get a peek at her, it made her face flush. She was reasonably sure the man did get a brief look as she had struggled to hold the blanket and put her top on at the same time. But that wasn't her fault, she was trying to be modest. If someone got a peek at her when she was dressed normally, those were just accidental and not her fault. Wearing this dress would be different, it really did show off a lot of her body. This would be no accident, she would have no way to hide that. The other thing is that since it had been in her mind all day, Sally was incredibly turned on herself at the idea. She had already spoiled the sheer red pair, put on some white ones and messed them up, too. Her usual white cotton ones looked silly with the outfit, so in a moment of lust she just left them off. "God!" She thought. "No panties?" That was also totally unlike her. She stood there in front of the mirror, posed, her legs open. The hem of the skirt was only six inches below her pussy! Glancing down, she realized that the dark carefully trimmed "V" of her pubic hair showed clearly through the cloth! Everyone would know, she just could not possibly go out of the house like that. Excited but frightened at the prospect, Sally changed her mind at least a dozen times. Normally if she got herself into a mood like this, Cary would come home, she would tease him a little bit by making him chase her all over the house, he would respond and dinner would get cold. They would not be able to do that, since she was going to drive her little white Kia to the nightclub. This time instead of making love and then going out, things would have to wait. Sally scrubbed herself pink, powdered and perfumed, fixed her hair and makeup to perfection. Slipping the skimpy dress over her head, she did a little whirl in front of the mirror, causing the hem of the dress to swing out and up. She knew she would need to be extremely cautious while dancing, she again saw the flash of her brown bush in the mirror when she did the spin. That glimpse was enough for her to go check her pantie drawer, she did have the pale pink thong bottoms of her sunning outfit that Cary had bought for her. She had worn them just one time, the time she actually went topless out on the beach. But now her dark curly pubic hair stuck out both sides of the thong, she had trimmed more off that time. Thinking about that, she quickly undressed again, went into the bathroom and lathered herself up. It only took a few minutes, and she had all of the hair removed. She slid her fingers slowly over herself, feeling the slick softness. Her body shuddered, she wanted desperately to masturbate but she also knew the way it would feel when Cary slid inside her, so she managed to barely keep from doing it. That would be a wonderful surprise for her man when they got home, she could hardly wait! Just thinking about that made her nipples swell up and poke out so much that actually hurt. Putting on her clothes once again, she was so horny she again very nearly left the undergarment off, but then she tugged it on, thinking that would be way too much out in public with nothing under there. She had nearly left the house naked underneath the thin dress, that was terrible! What if someone found out? What would they think of her? Then she let her hands drift over herself again, managing a small orgasm from just that simple touch. It did take the edge off, at least now she could actually walk without looking like she was squirming. Glancing down at her front, she could see her nipples still shoving big bumps in the cloth. Even that close she could see the darker portions. A quick couple of rubs up her swollen slit resulted in another small orgasm. Something about the now completely bare flesh at her loins had her going far more than normal. Barely satisfied, she glanced at her watch and headed for the car. All she could think of was what the look on her husband's face would be like when he saw her. "He asked for it." She told herself, sitting there with the engine idling for a few moments mustering her courage. Finally reaching down and dropping the car into gear, she headed for the night club. If someone saw too much of her, it wouldn't be her fault, she rationalized. +++ Cary was getting ready to go take a shower when the boss came in, some crap about an order messed up. Since he was Cary the MAN, anything that went wrong around the warehouse, they came and got him. For the paycheck, that's a good thing, for everything else, it just sucked. Cary seemed to be late to everything Sally had plans for. Hell, one would think she would have gotten used to it. Yea, sure. Late was a never ending source of mild irritation for her. This time he had promised, honest to God swore to her that no matter what, he would be there on time. That is why she had bought the two little phones, so she could find out where in the hell he was while sitting and waiting. Neither one of them had any real idea of how to use them, but Cary had sent her a message from the bathroom the first night telling her he needed her help. She went in to find out what he wanted, and he was standing there in just his socks with a huge grin on his face. Giggling, she helped. +++ Lucky for Cary, the shipping error was just 15 miles away, all he had to do was jet over there, fix the order, then come back and check out. No problem at all except it was 5 minutes to 5 when the boss told him that. He jetted. It all was a stupid mistake, someone had transposed a digit on the order. Then they had no idea what was wrong, hell, there was a 250 pound difference in what the weight should have been and what it was. It was just Cary's bad luck that one single digit reversed came out to be a different in stock item. Normally a mistake like that came up to nothing, someone would look and realize. The stupid asses in packing just looked at the numbers, none of them could read the big words that said what the parts were. He had it in his mind to read them the riot act the next week, but right now he wanted to get things straightened out and get to the lounge with his wife. He was hoping she might finally leave the bra off, that would be one hell of a kick. He had to slam on the brakes at the end of the street, thinking of Sally almost made him miss the red light. Cary shook his head, forced his mind to the task at hand. Dispatch a truck, pick up the correct parts, deliver them for the night shift, pick up the wrong shipment and back to the warehouse. A Monkey could have seen and fixed the damn problem with two telephone calls, but no one else in the company could read. It was 6:05 when he got back to the office. The phone must have went off when he was in the shower, he saw the message when he came back out. "where the hell r u" It read. He glanced at his watch, 6:15. Lord. "tied up on the way" he sent. "naked here lol" "what?" he texted. "red dress no bra. lol" Red dress? At the lounge already, in that red dress? No bra? God! "i hurry." he sent. Yow! Cary had been wanting to take her out dressed all nasty looking, but it just was not her style at all. Damn shame, too, Sally was one stone fox. Natural big hair, all sorts of waves and colors in it, blue eyes that would melt any man's heart. The constant smile on her face gave her the appearance of seeing only the person she was looking at. Sally wasn't a hugely busted gal, rather she was sleek and just right, her movements were lithe and exuded sexuality. She always griped that her tits weren't big enough, but even with both of his hands on just one of them, there was quite a bit left over. Then it was her nipples that were too dark, too big, too puffy, why women were never satisfied with their bodies was something he didn't understand. Maybe it was just fishing? Gripe about something, get an instant compliment? Maybe that was it, women were something Cary never did quite manage to understand. More than one male had developed a stammer when first introduced to her, even when she was wearing old blue jeans and a T-shirt. She acted like she didn't even have a clue about that, although he had tried to explain it to her more than once. Sally was also on the naive side, not stupid by any stretch of the imagination, she just trusted people. If some asshole wearing a pony tail and tattoos and a biker vest told her he was a Doctor or airline pilot, she probably would believe that. The only part she never did seem to get was why so many men approached her, she thought they were just being friendly. Cary had gotten to rescue her more than once from "friendly" conversations that seemed to develop every time he was late somewhere. Normally as soon as he showed up she would smile and give him a big hug and whoever was working on her would wander off looking unhappy. That happened quite a bit at their favorite lounge, it was also known as a pickup joint. More than once Cary had seen some female dressed to kill, usually surrounded by what was a bit like Sharks in a ball of bait. That lounge was not a place one left an attractive female alone for very long, the crowd tended to be younger and on the aggressive side. Once Cary had come back from the bar with a couple of beers and some guy had solidly planted himself in his chair. "Excuse me." He told the guy. "Hey, I don't need your help." The guy said. "My wife, OK? Take off." Cary told him, the guy gave up and left after giving Cary a sour look. "What's up with that?" He asked her, sitting down. "Oh, just some fellow being nice. He was telling me about his racing boats, he is a lawyer." She smiled. Cary sighed, the guy looked like he was probably a logger. Now Sally was sitting in that lounge wearing that red dress, all fixed up and no Cary. Lord! He knew damn good and well the sharks would line up the moment she sat down. "naked no bra lol" She had texted. Obviously drinking by now, too! Glancing at his watch, he was fairly sure she would be well into the second one. He ran down the hallway, down the stairs three at a time, hopped into the spiffy brand new Camaro he had recently bought and took off for the lounge. He lit the tires nicely on the way out of the parking lot, hung second gear without taking his foot off the floor, spotted the motorcycle cop sitting there along side the road just as he hit third. "License and registration, proof of insurance please." The cop stood there waiting, his expression stone faced. Just shit! Cary handed it to him. "Please Officer, my wife is waiting for me, I am in a hurry and need to meet her at the lounge." Cary said. Mistake. The cop took a long look at him, his face never changed expression. "Oh....I see... You...ummm...are in a...hurry then, sir? It's always...ummm...best to not...RUSH, especially when you are..uhhh...on a public highway, sir." He looked at Cary with no expression, then smiled slightly. Cary opened his mouth to say something, thought better of it. "Going out..to a lounge...drinking...ummm...is not a good idea, Sir. You will be driving later and...uhhh...someone could... be hurt. It's never a good idea to drink...and...uhhh...drive, sir." Impulse A larger slow smile crossed his face. He didn't appear to be in any hurry at all. Cary sighed as the cop walked back to his bike. It took him a solid 15 minutes as Cary sat there fuming. What the fuck was the jerk doing, changing the damned oil? "Here you go, sir. Now keep it...down, the speed limit through here is...just 45, I clocked you at ...uhhh..65 but I am writing it for 64. 20 miles over and it's another...$150.00...OK?" "OK, thank you." "Plus I want you to understand that...driving like that, ...uhhh...spinning your tires...could cause you to lose control." The policeman added. Carry nodded, saying he was sorry. "I COULD have written you up...for reckless driving, you know." "Yes, I know. I am really sorry, I will be extra careful." Cary smiled at the man, doing his best to appear totally ashamed of himself. Fucking prick! "All right then, have a pleasant evening." The asshole grinned at him. Cary drove off, 45 miles per hour. "where the hell r u?" The phone went off. "cop. ticket. on the way." "no hurry, got company lol" came back. Damn it! Company? Cary resisted the urge to put his foot back on the floor. He saw the little white Kia sitting in the parking lot, pulled up and parked next to it. He glanced at his watch, 7:10. Jumping out, he dashed for the door. It was darker than the ace of spades in the club, Cary stood there for a moment letting his eyes adjust. Finally he spotted Sally sitting at the bar. Next to her on one side was a tall man wearing a cowboy hat, on the other side was a shorter man about the same age. Sally had her elbow on the bar, a tall drink clutched in one hand, the tiny little phone in the other. The tall man was leaned over towards her looking down. She was turned his way, listening to something he was saying. It hit him that the way she was sitting slightly sideways to where he stood, that with the lights behind the bar her left breast appeared to be hanging there in space, naked. She had on that tiny red dress. Cary started across the room, just then his phone went off. "guy cute, u better hurry lol" Cary looked up from the phone just in time to see the tall man say something again, then reach out and put his hand on Sally's bare upper arm. She turned slightly more, he saw she still had the phone in one hand. She reached over and pushed his hand away, her usual smile on her face. She said something to him, he stepped closer and slid his arm across her shoulders. Sally leaned forward and slightly away, obviously resisting that but the other man was standing right there, and close. She turned her head to say something to him, Cary realized the man's right hand was on her right leg. She set the phone down and pushed at his hand but the man was insistent. Cary was across the room in seconds. "Sally!" He said, she turned to look at him with a smile. "Hey, bud, we saw her first." The tall man said to him, turning his way and giving him a glare. "I don't think so, take your hands off of her. Come on Sally, let's go." The tall man stood up straight, reached out and pushed on Cary's chest with his left hand. Cary reached up with his own right and trapped two fingers, rotated them counter clockwise and planted the man face first against the bar. He used his weight to press his elbow forward. "This is my wife, bud." He told the man, as the guy struggled to no avail. "Yea, yea, all right. Let go of me!" He said. Cary let go, the man turned and looked at him, thought about it for a moment and walked away. The other man had already backed off. Cary took Sally's hand and led her over to a table. "Where have you been?" She asked. Cary realized she had a trace of a slur in her voice. "The damned job. One of the crew messed up an order, I went as fast as I could. Then on the way I got a ticket, $199.00 for speeding." "I was getting mad at you, then that man bought me a drink. He is a lawyer and his friend owns a big corporation." Cary managed to keep a straight face. The closest that guy ever got to a lawyer was hiring one to get him out of jail. The other one was in blue jeans and a K mart shirt, not likely a corporate executive. "I wanna dance!" Sally said, standing up. She did not appear to be bashful at all with the way she was dressed, he glanced down at her drink, it was half gone. Cary realized the band was playing, he hadn't even noticed up until then. He got up, it was a soft slow tune. He held Sally close, covering her breasts since he realized that the back lights in the club made them even more obvious than he had thought they would be. As they slid across the dance floor, he spotted the tall man in the cowboy hat watching them intently. He held Sally even closer, she was slightly unsteady. "How did you manage to get drunk so fast?" He asked her. "I'm not drunk." She said. "You look drunk to me!" "Maybe a little bit, but I am all right." Sally pressed in close, Cary was almost holding her up. The song ended and he steered her back to their table, putting her in the chair that had her back to the tall man. He was watching them closely. For the first time in his life he felt mildly jealous, he didn't want that guy to see her. She plopped down, in a little bit of an unladylike manner, put her elbow on the table to support her chin. Then she reached for her drink but Cary was faster. "Whoa, babe! You need to ease up a little now." He told her. Signaling the waitress, he ordered a cup of coffee over her protests. He noticed that cowboy hat was still keeping a close eye on them. The other man was nowhere to be seen. "What was the deal with those two guys?" He asked her. "Oh, nothing. They bought me a drink and we were talking, is all." She took a sip of the coffee, made a face. "They looked to me like they were getting pretty grabby." Cary said. "They weren't really, not at first. We just danced is all. But then at the bar the one man kept putting his hand on my leg. I didn't like him very much, he tried to put his hand on my boobies when we were dancing. Then at the bar he really turned into a jerk. I told him to stop that but then you finally showed up." "Good thing, I guess. Sorry I was late, the boss had me go fix a problem." "Your boss always has you fixing problems." She pouted. "Well, I am here now. Let's go get something to eat." Cary got her up, Sally was still unsteady on her feet. He glanced again at cowboy hat, the man was sitting at a table by himself, still watching them intently. He figured that this club was a good place not to be at the moment. Cary got his wife loaded into the Camaro, drove across town to a different club. The restaurant there was well known for steaks and seafood, once he got some food into Sally she appeared to straighten up. "Where are we going to go, Honey?" She asked him. "Where would you like to go?" He said. "I want to go dancing, someplace with a good band. How about that club we were just at, they are pretty good?" "I don't think that is a good idea, that guy looked to be unhappy with me man handling him." Cary said. "I doubt he would try anything." She said. "There isn't any point in pressing the issue, I want to have some fun." "Well, there are lots of places downtown, let's try one we haven't been to before." "OK." They got back in the car and drove downtown. Cary actually hated to go downtown, there were lots of dance clubs but also several strip clubs that were on the seedy side. He never went to any of those, but he knew of one club on 17th avenue that had a nice dance floor and usually good swing time bands. He had gone there many times when he was single and looking for action but it had been years. He even found a place to park without having to circle the blocks a few dozen times. He held the door for Sally as she got out, noticing just how good she looked. They were going to get a lot of attention, he figured, and he could hardly wait to do some dancing, they both enjoyed the swing time type clubs. Sally looked beautiful and far naughtier than she every had when they went out. "Ten bucks for you, the chick is free." A monstrous black guy stood at the door as they walked up. His head was bald, and he had a large ear ring in one ear. He looked Sally up and down carefully, then grinned. That was new, they didn't have a cover charge or even a door man when he was there before. He peeled off a bill and handed it to the man, the guy reached out and stamped his wrist. "This is so if you go outside to smoke you can get back in." The guy told him. "Aren't you going to stamp Sally?" Cary asked, stupidly. "Naw. She can come in any time she wants to!" Then he laughed, looking her up and down carefully again. Sally giggled at that, which made her breasts jiggle. Cary suddenly wanted to get her inside, out of this man's gaze. That damn flash of jealousy again wafted over him, but he kept a straight face. The man reached out and held the door open, instantly they were blasted with loud music. Inside, it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust, the last time he had been in this club it had been much lighter. Even the bar had been moved, now it was over against the wall where before it had been curved outwards into the room. A waitress in a very skimpy costume came by and led them to some seats, they were overly large and very soft, once they sat down Cary felt almost like he was leaned back in a recliner. "Wow, this is pretty fancy!" Sally said. "It's been a long time since I was here, the place looks completely different." Cary said, looking around. They ordered some drinks, the woman was back in moments with them. Cary reached for his credit card to start a tab, she looked at him oddly. "Cash only here, honey." She smiled. He dug out some bills and paid her. Then he looked around. The dance floor was far smaller than he remembered, and it was elevated by about three feet with a small railing around it and steps leading up on both sides. There was still rather loud music playing in the background but it was a sound system, there was no band. "Are we supposed to go up there if we want to dance?" Sally asked. "I don't know. This place is nothing like I remember." Cary felt confused. Just then a light over the middle of the stage came on, it was a bright light that flashed. Seconds later some curtains opened up and a young woman came out. She was stark naked. "OH OH!" Cary said. "Oh my God! You took me to a strip club!" Sally giggled. "OOPS! That doesn't look like much of a strip tease. I'm sorry, honey. I didn't realize, come on, let's go." He told her, completely embarrassed. He started to get up, which wasn't easy they way the silly chair was designed. "No, wait. We are here now, let's watch and see what she does. I never saw anything like this before. Besides, these two drinks cost almost twenty bucks." She had a smirk on her face. The woman began to do some gyrations that could not be described as dancing, she was bending over, spreading her legs, clearly doing nothing more than demonstrating all parts of her sex. With the lights from the stage making it much brighter, Cary could see several men in the audience, there was just one other couple in the place. They were over in a far corner, pressed very close to each other. The woman up on the stage had very large breasts, obviously store bought, her waist was very thin and muscular, there was no sign of hair anywhere on her body. He watched as she finished her act, then she was replaced by another woman, also naked. She was smaller, and began the same motions, opening her legs wide as a customer slid a bill up in front of her. There were no costumes at all. This woman even used her fingers to open herself up as wide as she could as she lay on her back. Several bills appeared on the stage as she lay there squirming. Cary felt his face flush, he didn't want to subject Sally to that. "I think we should get out of here." He whispered to her. "No, I want to watch this." She repeated. Just then the waitress came by, Sally asked for another drink. Cary had a concern about that but she did seem to be all right so he nodded. He had noticed his own drink wasn't exactly the strongest he had ever had, anyway. Moments after the drinks arrived the first dancer they had seen came over to their table. "Want a private dance, handsome?" She asked. She now had on what looked to be a negligee with sheer panties and nothing else. Her breasts were the size and shape of half a cantaloupe, her nipples a reddish color like they had been painted. "I don't think so....." He started to say. "Sure!" Sally said, grinning. "What? Sally, I...." Cary said. "Oh, hush! It will be fun, I want to see what they do." He noticed half of her drink was gone already. "Twenty bucks out here, fifty bucks in the back." The woman said. "Let's go into the back!" Sally said, getting up. The flashing lights from the nearby stage made Sally's upper body look naked, he saw that several guy's heads turned to look. He resisted the sudden urge to cover her up. Cary got up and the woman led them to a side door, it opened into a room with a couple more of the same big soft chairs. Cary noticed that she turned and locked the door. Sally plopped down in one of the chairs, her drink still in her hand. "I'm Tara, sweetie. Fifty, please." The woman repeated, Cary peeled off two twenties and a ten, then sat down. He had no idea at all what the woman was going to do, but he figured she wouldn't do too much, not with Sally sitting right there. He glanced over at sally, she was staring at the woman with an interested look on her face. Cary would have thought that Sally would throw a fit at the idea of this. The woman had short cropped hair, she was full busted, her nipples were pink and he was now sure she had some kind of coloring on them. The short outfit she had on did nothing at all to hide them. He also saw quickly that the bottoms she had on hid nothing either, as she began to move to the music. She was totally naked within sixty seconds of the music starting. Cary glanced with worry over at Sally several times, but she was just watching in fascination. Tara opened her legs right in front of him, placed one foot up on the arm rest of his chair. This caused her outer lips to curl open, forming a small flatter area at the very center of her pussy, he could clearly see her clitoris poking out. Then she turned and bent completely over, reaching back to spread her cheeks. Her brown puckered anus came into view. He couldn't help himself, he felt his erection begin to grow. Tara moved forward, put both of her knees up on the huge soft arm rests, her pelvis thrust almost into his face. She used her inner muscles to cause her vagina to expand and contract, her head thrown back like she was in ecstasy. Her fat lips looked shiny, like she had some kind of lubricant on them. "God. That is amazing! How in the world do you do that?" He heard Sally say. Cary blinked again at that, here he sat with some strange woman's bare pussy almost shoved in his face and his wife sat there asking questions? "It's pretty easy, I could teach you. You are gorgeous, honey, you could make a fortune in this place." The dancer looked over at Sally, then down at her breasts and smiled. Sally beamed, she was staring, a fascinated look on her face. Cary had never seen her like that. He would have expected her to freak out, instead she just sat there grinning. Tara now had one foot on each side of his legs, actually standing on the chair seat with her knees blatantly spread, resting them on the armrest on each side of him. The soft chair kept him from sitting upright, he was nearly flat on his back. If he leaned forward just six inches, he would have his face in her pussy. She ran her hands up and down his thighs, then Cary felt his zipper slide down. He reached down instantly to stop that. "Let her!" Sally muttered in a husky voice. He saw a glance back and forth between Tara and Sally, then Tara smirked. She tugged the zipper in his pants down and opened them. Fumbling, she got her fingers into the waist band of his briefs. She used her knees to pin his arms down. Cary was now completely hard even though he was willing himself to not be. He felt the catch of his pants release, she wrapped her hand around him. "Sally?" He asked, but she didn't answer. In seconds she had his penis out, sliding her legs over the back of the chair she drew her pussy up and down his length, stopping just before she got to the very tip, holding his erection against herself with one hand as she repeated the motion over and over. Cary looked again at Sally, she was still staring. "Nice big fat one here, you are lucky, honey!" Tara said to Sally. From somewhere a small package appeared, Cary had no idea where it came from since Tara was completely nude. She had it open and was rolling a condom onto him before he could protest. The way he was plastered back into the chair and leaned back made it hard to move. Then she began again to rub herself up and down his length again. "Sally!" Cary tried to protest. "It's OK, honey, I just want to see what they do." She said. She was now sitting forward on the edge of her seat, leaning out so she could see. "But..." Tara was now causing some incredible sensations, Cary had no way to get her off of him without becoming violent. He almost expected her to slide up and begin to fuck him but she didn't, and with her pelvis so high in the air as she was leaned back, there was no real danger of him sliding inside unless she moved. Her pussy slid up and down his length from the base to just before the tip, over and over. Cary's balls tightened up, he knew what was going to happen. "Want me to do him, honey?" Tara asked Sally with a grin. He was floored when Sally just nodded, Tara's hands came down and wrapped around him and began to work up and down. She was quite expert at that, Cary lasted just a minute or two before he blasted off inside the condom. Then she stood up, reached for a towel and removed the condom. She quickly wiped Cary up, grinned at Sally. "Hey, come see me if you ever want to work, honey. With tits like yours you will make a pile of money!" Then she pulled on her negligee and left. Sally sat there with a silly smile on her face. Cary was almost in shock, he felt like he couldn't move. "What in the hell just happened?" He asked Sally. She still had a glazed expression on her face. "I don't know, that woman just..God that was hot! I had no idea they would actually..." Sally was still staring at Cary's penis, now softened. He reached down, stuffed himself into his briefs and quickly rearranged his pants. Cary took her by the arm and steered her out of the club, blushing as several heads turned to look their way. Tara was now up on the stage again, she waved at them. "Come back soon." The huge black guy told them, again looking Sally up and down carefully. "Are we going to go get my car?" She asked. "No, let's pick it up tomorrow." He didn't want her driving even though she looked to be all right. He mostly wanted to get home, inside where he would feel safe. What had just happened was not anything he would ever have even considered, and Sally had just sat there. They drove home in silence. Sally went in and sat in the living room as Cary poured some soft drinks. He came back in and handed her one, then sat down. "What in the hell was all of that?" He asked her, finally. "I wanted to know what they do, is all." "Well, I guess we both do now. That isn't something I really wanted to do, you know." "I know. You would never cheat on me but it wasn't like that. It was just...I wanted to see what they did? It was just an impulse." Impulse "That was one hell of an impulse!" "I know, I'm sorry. Are you mad at me?" Mad at her? "No. I'm not mad, I would have thought that you would be mad at...me?" Sally still had Cary completely floored, her reactions were nothing like he would have expected. "I was just curious, I never saw anything like that before, I wanted to know what they do." "Well, I guess you do now!" Cary laughed, suddenly he found all of this funny. "I sure do. I want to try that with you, OK?" "Why, are you planning on practicing for a job down there?" Cary grinned at her. "No, I could never do something like that. I just want to try that rubbing thing on you like she did. I never even thought of doing something like that." "I don't know, do you think I can get it up?" "I will bet you can." She grinned, standing up. She reached down and tugged the little red dress over her head. There wasn't a stitch underneath it. Cary blinked again at that. "When did you do that?" He asked, looking at her puffy hairless loins. "Oh, I shaved it all off before I left today, do you like it?" She pushed her pelvis forward, a sexy look on her face. "Yes, I do. But I mean what happened to your..panties?" "I took them off right after I got to the first club. When I was waiting for you. I expected you to be there any minute, but then it took a whole hour." She laughed. "You mean when those two guys were...You said you were dancing, you mean with no panties on?" "Yep!" Sally giggled. "I know the one guy knew, because he put his hand on my fanny when we were dancing. I made him quit that. But then they both knew and started getting grabby." she added. "Did anything else happen?" He asked. This was strange also, she was standing there stark naked while they had an almost normal discussion. "Not really, the one guy kept trying to slide his hand..up there, and I kept stopping him. Then the taller guy complimented me on my boobs and was trying to touch them, that's when you showed up." "Oh. Maybe you should wait until I am around before you ever do anything like that again." "Yes. It was just an impulse. But it made me kinda...hot?" "I can see that. Come here." Sally slid up on top of Cary. In short order she had his pants undone, then she got up on top of him and used her hairless pussy to stroke his length. "You sure do have a nice big fat one, honey!" She said, giggling. "I know, Tara told me so." Cary grinned. "Didn't you get jealous when she....?" He managed to ask, Sally was causing some very nice sensations as she slowly slid her lower body back and forth. "No, I was right there and she used a condom. I can't believe it, she had her hands right on your cock!" She was panting now. "That made you horny?" Cary asked, feeling himself shudder as she just kept sliding her hips back and forth against him. "Yes! It was hot, but she didn't actually have you put it in." "What would you have done if she had?" He pressed at her with his hips trying to get inside her, but she was leaned too far back. "I don't know, I was pretty drunk I think but probably made her stop. I didn't plan..I mean, it just..happened and I was curious, I wanted to know what they do. Now put it in me...please?" Sally lay back and opened her legs wide. +++ Later, he lay there holding her. "No more of those clubs, OK?" He said. "OK." "And no more going out with no panties when I am not there, either." He added. "Oh, I don't know about that. That was fun. I have been so horny all day, just thinking about you. I wasn't going to take them off, but then I was sitting at the bar and...I just wanted to surprise you!" She grinned. Cary looked at her. Good lord, was she thinking of going out looking like that again? He felt himself begin to stiffen at the thought. "Honey, today has been full of surprises!" He told her. Sally rolled over and reached for her phone, began pushing buttons. She glanced at his swiftly expanding erection, giggled as she pushed the button to send the message. The other one went off almost instantly, laughing he reached to pick it up. "if i do u better not b late" It read. Cary lay back satisfied, grinning. He never was going to every understand women. Impulse Car Viewing It was in the middle of a clothes shopping trip that Jon suddenly decided that we would go to some car showrooms and have a look at some new cars. Not that Jon was thinking of buying one, it was just to look - and for Jon to show-off my ass. The first one that we went to had a big showroom with lots of cars ranging from small ones to big 4-wheel drive vehicles. Jon told me to leave my coat in his car, which just left me wearing a black tight fit short dress and shoes. One of the salesmen pounced on us as soon as walked through the door, and Jon pretended that we were looking for 2 new cars, one for him, and one for me. His idea was to get the salesman to show us round just about ever car that they had. The salesman was in his late twenties, and not bad looking. He seemed to be paying as much attention to me as he was to Jon. As the salesman took us to each model and told us all about them we pretended to be interested, and had a good look at them. Jon told me get into each one and see if I though they were comfortable. To start off with, I got in and out in a very lady like manor and kept my legs together, but after the second car Jon whispered to me to start flashing my pussy to the salesman. That was fine by me as I now enjoy letting strangers see my body. I started wondering how many cars I would have to get in and out of before my juices would start to flow and my lips swell up. The third car was very small and only had 2 doors. Jon told me to get in the back to see if there was enough legroom and if it was comfortable. There was no way that I could get in the back without having to bend over. To make sure that Jon (and me) got what he wanted. I asked the salesman if he would hold the door open for me. As expected, when I bent over and stuck my head into the car the back of my dress rode up exposing most of my ass, and leaving the sales man with a great view of both my ass and my pussy. I wondered if there were still any red marks left from Jon using his belt on me the previous night. That thought soon disappeared when I heard the salesman cough and ask me if I could manage. I stayed half in and half out for a few seconds more, then got right in, turned round and sat down. I looked at Jon then the salesman who had a red face and was staring at my body. My dress hadn't had chance to slide back down to its normal position, and even I could see where my pubic hair used to be. (I'm real glad that I no longer have to shave every day, I don't know how men put up with it.) The salesman was still transfixed with my crotch as I pulled the front seat back into place. It 'clunked' into place and I said, "Ow!" as it hit my knees. It didn't hurt, but I just wanted to wake the sales man up. "There isn't much leg room in here" I said, "I've got to keep my legs apart to be comfortable." The salesman was quick off the mark, and he leaned in and looked over the back of the front seat to see my pussy staring straight back at him. "Here let me help you" he said, "the seat will slide forward and give you lots more room." "Thank you" I said, "it's not very lady-like having to sit like this." The salesman was fumbling with the seat catch and taking his time as he stared straight at my pussy. I looked at Jon who was just stood there with a big grin on his face. I could feel the salesman's eyes burning my pussy as tingling in my lower body radiated out from my pussy. My clit was starting to throb just having that stranger really staring at me from so close. The salesman finally managed to move the seat; I pulled my knees together and said, "not bad in here, there's more room than I thought there would be." The salesman excused himself and disappeared leaving Jon and me on our own. I guess that the salesman was going to relieve the bulge that had appeared in the front of his trousers. Jon told me to get out of the car and came round to me and said, "Well done, you've earned a good fucking for that one." We left before the salesman came back and went to another garage. This one didn't have small cars, only big expensive ones and lots of big 4 wheel drive vehicles. Again a salesman came up to us as soon as we walked in the door. This time it was a middle-aged man, and before he had finished saying 'hello' he was joined by a young woman in a smart 'business' suit. She couldn't have been much older than me, and gave us a nice smile as the older man introduced himself. Jon said that we were looking for a 4-wheel drive vehicle for our family (!) and that it needed to have only 2 side doors because he didn't want the kids to be able to play with thinks that they shouldn't. I ignored Jon's little story and went over to a Range Rover. It looked very nice. The sales people and Jon followed me over and they started talking about all the bits and pieces that it had. I wasn't really listening, but climbed into the driver's seat. It's a lot higher off the ground than a normal car and there was no way that I could get in with any dignity so I just reached up with my left leg and pulled myself up and in. The inevitable happened with my dress and I heard the salesman stop in mid sentence and then continue talking to Jon after a couple of seconds pause. I didn't bother trying to pull my dress down and again I could see my smooth pubes. I started fiddling with all the knobs and switches and the sales woman came over to me and started telling me what they all did. She was stood next to me with the door open and was leaning over me some of the time to show me how a particular knob worked. Each time she leaned over me or pulled back I could see her eyes look down at my crotch. After a few minutes of details that I wasn't even listening to she stopped talking so I shuffled myself about in the seat. This had the effect of making my dress go a bit higher and my legs opening a couple of inches. I asked "these seats are quite big and comfortable, do they recline?" She said, "yes" and pressed a switch at the side of the seat. My back started going down and it wasn't long before I was laid flat. My dress had obviously gone with my body, and the hem was about an inch short of covering my pussy. The sales man and woman were looking straight at my pussy. Jon let them stare at me for quite a few seconds before he asked for a brochure and a price list. The man 'woke up' and said, "yes, I'll get one for you sir" and he left us. The woman was still looking at my pussy so Jon said, "how do you get the seat back upright?" After about 5 seconds the woman said, "Oh, err yes, you just press this button." She leaned into the car and watched my body come upright. I climbed out, but Jon said, "how easy is it to get into the back seats?" The woman told us that we just had to slide the seat forward and climb in. Jon then said, "Go on Vanessa, have a go, and then tell us if it was easy." So I did. Sliding the seat forward was easy, but it was a real climb to get in, and I had to bend over again. The inevitable happened and my backside and pussy was on full display at about chest height. I'd seen some girls climbing into the back of vehicles like this before, and noticed that they often gave a glimpse of knickers, but I'd forgotten about it until I realised that my pussy was about 2 feet away from the face of this saleswoman. As I was struggling to get in I saw that the salesman was coming back with the brochure. I bet that he got a good view as well. I don't know if I could have got out going forwards because I didn't try, I decided to get out the same way as I got in so everyone got another eyeful. After that Jon thanked the sales people and we left. As we were walking towards the door I heard the woman say "well, I haven't had one like that before, quite a little show-off wasn't she?" I just managed to hear the man reply "You get quite a few like that these days, there seems to be more and more as the years go on" as we walked out of the door. Back in the car Jon and me looked at each other and burst out laughing. Jon said that he had had fun, and that we would definitely have to go round some more garages, but not then, it was getting late, so we headed for home. Impulse Control 101 Dear Reader: This is the beginning of a series of stories I plan to share. They are largely autobiographical, with adjustments for identity and continuity. The theme, which develops slowly (because that's how it happened) is primarily BDSM. If this isn't your preference, I would respectfully suggest that you might not want to read beyond the first two stories. If BDSM is your thing, I hope you enjoy these stories, which are most definitely not fantasies. Oh, and please remember to vote! * I hurried down the institutional green hallway, my heels clattering in time with my heartbeat, cursing my chatty psych professor, campus traffic, and anything else I could think of. I reached my tutor's door and grabbed for the knob before I'd even stopped, bursting into his office with a breathless apology on my lips. He brought me up short with a snap of his fingers, pulling my eyes to his face. He grimaced, pointed to the phone at his ear, and gestured sharply for me to leave his office. With robot-like precision I turned on my heels, backed out, and closed the door behind me, then slid to the floor beside it with a sigh. Rude, arrogant prick! I fumed at his treatment of me and recited the list of insults I'd endured since asking him for help two weeks ago, after I'd utterly bombed my first physics quiz. What was I thinking when I'd decided on physics for my freshman science course? Maybe it was the idiotic notion that chemistry and biology had been a breeze in high school. Showed how much I knew about college classes. And this lab teacher! The professor who taught the lecture wasn't so bad, but his minion. Rude, arrogant prick. Of course, if I stopped being so embarrassed for a moment, I could maybe bring myself to admit that I wasn't exactly full of good manners myself. Being late and bursting into his office like that wasn't exactly good form. But sometimes it felt like Mark enjoyed belittling me, showing up how stupid I was (about physics anyway), as some kind of perverse hobby. I always seemed to get the weirdest questions. If I did have an answer, which was rare, he never called on me. His private tutoring was barely more tolerable, if only for the fact that nobody else got to witness my humiliation. The rattle of Mark's doorknob interrupted me before I could reach full seethe. He looked out the door, taking a moment to find me at his feet. I could feel myself blushing as I scrambled to stand, nearly reaching out for a hand I just knew wouldn't be there, then feeling guilty as I saw him pull it back, unneeded. I followed him into his office and over to the battered sofa and table where we usually sat, dropping my books on the table before turning to face him. My apology died on my lips as I saw his face. He stood away from me, arms crossed, glaring. "Did anyone ever teach you to knock?" "Uh, ummmm, yes....Sir. I'm sorry." "I have to wonder just how sorry. You're always late, you don't pay attention. How much do you really want to pass this class?" I blushed at his accusations, knowing they were all true and not having any kind of reasonable explanation, but I tried. "My psych class ran late today, and it took forever to get across campus. And I'm not at all sure about this class anymore." Mark frowned at me, taking a step closer. "I think you can pass this class, Amy, if you work at it with me. But you have to be willing to try." I looked away, blushing. "I didn't think I was unwilling, but I guess I could apply myself better." I laughed sadly. "That's been the story of my life." He looked at me thoughtfully, and held his hand out to me. "Let's try a new story, then. I want to help you, if you're willing to keep trying....but get a watch, will you?" I laughed as I accepted his hand, and we took the last few steps to the sofa, taking our usual places. "So where were we?" We settled in and attended to the mysteries of class 1 versus class 3 levers. Maybe it was my new-found resolve, maybe it was that I'd just been hammered with this stuff sufficiently, but I finally seemed to start to understand. As we worked through the assignment I began to relax. Without thinking I reached into my purse and found a small lollipop, which I unwrapped and slipped into my mouth, smiling at the burst of fruity sweetness. Mark continued to enlighten me, and I listened carefully as a part of me sat back and watched him. He wasn't an awful guy, at least not his looks. Kind of ruggedly handsome with a sun-kissed complexion, thick, dark wavy hair and tawny brown eyes. I liked the crinkles around his eyes that told me he mostly smiled (when not tutoring stubborn girls like me), and the strong square line of his jaw. He was so very male looking that the softness of his lips was a startling contrast. I felt goose bumps rise on my arms as I thought about those lips. Down girl! He rattled off a bunch of questions and I answered them quickly enough that he nodded in satisfaction. He paused for a few moments, flipping pages in my textbook, then launched into a new lecture. I listened, took notes, asked questions as needed, and smiled to myself as I realized I was really starting to get this stuff after all. I scribbled more notes then looked up at Mark, waiting for his next comments. The silence drew out, until I realized he was staring at me, seemingly lost in thought. "Is that all?" Silence I slipped the lollipop out of my mouth and waved it in front of his face. "Mark, are you done?" He startled and blinked at me. "Oh, I.......I'm sorry, where were we?" I read back my last notes, gazing at him expectantly as I finished, then popped the shrunken candy back into my mouth. There wasn't much left so I bit it off the stick with a loud crunch. Mark winced and I apologized, chuckling. "Sorry, suckers help me to think." To my amazement, Mr. Serious laughed and told me "They've given me a thought or two." Before I could stop and think about who I was talking to, I winked at him. "A girl has to keep in practice, you know." "Oh, really?" My brain finally fell into gear at that moment and I could feel my face burning. Mark chuckled and muttered something about all bark and no bite. And then I looked down at his lap. He'd been sitting in a comfortable-looking sprawl, laid back with his long legs stretched in front of him. The tenting of his dark blue slacks was unmistakable. A riot of thoughts ran through my head. I'd turned him on with my lollipop, that much was for sure. But he hates me, how can that happen? Ohmygod, is this going to be one of those sleazy "let me help you with your grades and we'll work something out on the side" situations? Would that be so bad? Then I looked at his lap again. That was one helluva bulge. And what would his lips feel like, anyway? I'd like to say I lost my mind right then, but honestly I thought I knew exactly what I was doing. I slid to the floor on my knees in front of him, my back hard against the edge of the table. "I promise you, I definitely don't bite." He caught my wrist as I reached for his zipper. "Get up." I stayed put, pleading with my eyes. "Please, just let me. We both know you're turned on. I....I'd just like to please you. I'm a good cocksucker, try me." I realized I was shaking and tried to silence all the voices in my head that were lecturing me about 'good girls.' Mark looked at me, and I suspected he had a few voices of his own. After a long, long pause he sighed, letting my wrist go and leaning back, giving me better access. Funny how my mouth could be so dry and my pussy so wet at the same time. I licked my lips and rose up on my knees to work his zipper. "You know," he said softly, "you may be getting more than you bargained for." I leered up at him. "Let me decide." He laughed, throwing up his hands in defeat. I opened his trousers slowly, reaching inside his fly with eager fingers. Well, well, I thought to myself, no underwear, how nice. His cock was pleasantly thick and already quite hard. I reached up to unbuckle his belt with my other hand, and Mark pushed me away to do it himself. He released his cock from its confines and I gasped in surprise. He was very long. Way longer than any guy I'd ever sucked before. I just stared at him for a moment, studying all the veins, the gentle pulsing, the glistening head. Mark misunderstood my hesitation. "I warned you." "Yes, you did....but I'm not surrendering yet!" I grasped his cock in my hand, working him slowly from base to head, rubbing the slight stickiness around his head with my thumb. I looked up at him and smiled slowly. Holding his gaze, I lowered my mouth down to taste him. I brushed his slit lightly with my tongue, enjoying his scent and the slight saltiness of his precum. I could feel his thighs tense. I slid my hand along his shaft, amazed by his length, happily just watching him appear and disappear in my hand. He sighed softly and I took that as encouragement. I leaned closer and guided him towards my mouth, steering the tip of his cock around my lips, just barely wetting him with my tongue. Again, I could feel his legs tremble. I opened my mouth and licked my way all around his head, enjoying the velvety feel of his skin. He twitched in my hand and I licked the same place again, making him gasp. Oooh, I have to remember that spot! I slid my hand lower and lightly stroked his balls. That earned me a happy sound, low in Mark's throat. I smiled to myself, enjoying the positive feedback. Part of me just wanted to suck him into my mouth and make him cum as fast and hard as possible, but I was enjoying this way too much to rush things. It had been weeks since I'd had a nice hard cock in my mouth, and who knew when that might happen again, especially with such a splendid example. I shifted to get a bit more comfortable, then hovered over the head of his cock once more. I breathed softly then licked him and breathed again, knowing how his moistened skin would react. Another happy sound. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, just below the rim of his glans, and waited until my mouth got wetter, licking here and there. Then, slowly as I could, I slid down his shaft, wondering how far I could get so soon. I wasn't surprised when my lips barely met the top of my hand, resting snug against his balls. I worked my way back up, pressing my tongue against the pulsing vein on the underside as I squeezed with my hand. That earned me another moan. I gazed up at Mark's face again and smiled, seeing his head thrown back against the cushions with a slight smile on his lips. I relaxed a little, finally feeling comfortable with him for the first time. This was something I was good at, and I knew it. I circled his shaft with my fingers and settled in to lick him all over as I worked my fingers up and down, delighted with each sound or shiver I elicited. His slit steadily oozed precum now, and I enjoyed tasting every drop. I began sucking him in earnest, setting a slow but intent pace as my lips slid up and down. Each time I descended I managed to take him a little deeper. Mark's hips began moving in time with my mouth. The heat in my pussy was pleasantly distracting. Mark felt so good in my mouth and, thanks to his appreciative reactions, he felt just as good in my head. At some point I realized that I was following his lead instead of "doing" him, but that felt good too. He thrust deeper, almost choking me. That made me moan around him. His fingers wrapped tight in my hair, leaving no question as to who was giving and who was taking. He began talking to me, telling me how much he liked fucking my mouth, telling me to use my tongue "just like that," promising to fill my mouth. I felt a shiver run down my spine. No one had ever talked to me like that before. My skin flushed with goose bumps, my nipples went hard, and suddenly I wanted desperately to drink his cum. I tightened my lips on his shaft, trying my best to relax in those moments when he would nearly strangle me. My world wound down to nothing more than the feel of his cock in my throat, the need to breathe, and the pounding in my ears, the shifting of my hips in time with his. And his voice, harsh now, talking us both up higher and higher. He cried out and dug his fingers into my scalp, impaling my throat with his cock. I could feel his shaft pulsing hard against my tongue and I fought to pull up just a little so I could feel him jet into my mouth. He pushed back for a second then seemed to understand and relaxed his grip just enough. Tears burned my eyes, my lungs ached, and just as I felt that first hot stream at the back of my throat I was suddenly thrown into an orgasm of my own. I had never cum from sucking a cock before. I would get very excited but this orgasm was completely unexpected. I clung to his thighs, reeling at the surprise of being taken so far. Eventually (probably about 30 seconds in reality) being able to breathe became my only focus so I pulled back, holding Mark's softening cock in my mouth, and breathed deeply through my nose. I savored the taste of him and finally, regretfully, pulled away, swallowed his seed and gazed up at his face, smiling drunkenly. He was flushed, breathing rapidly, his eyes a bit glazed. He became aware of my attention and looked down at me, then reached out to brush a strand of hair from my face. His touch set off a post-orgasmic shiver that brought up more goose bumps. I chuckled and he raised an eyebrow at me in question. His hand slid around my back and helped to guide me up and onto the sofa beside him. He held me at arms' length for a very long time, just looking at me. Finally, I just whispered "thank you" and he pulled me to him, kissing me long and deeply. It's funny, that was the first time he ever kissed me, but I had this feeling that I'd kissed him before....it was intimate, comfortable and so very right. I made a small happy sound of my own as he ended the kiss and just held me close. We both jumped when his watch beeped. He reset the alarm and sighed, then shifted to nudge me back to sitting up again. I just followed his lead and waited, suddenly very unsure of myself. He cleared his throat several times before he could speak. "Amy, wow....that was incredible. Thank you, too." I didn't really know what to say, so I just smiled. "This is wrong," he apologized, "I don't want to chase you out but I have another appointment and I have to go." I realized our regular session was long over anyway and waved my hands, attempting to show it was okay. "Listen to me," he continued, taking my hand as we both rose to our feet. "I want to talk to you about this, about....things, but it has to wait. Would you have dinner with me tomorrow?" I blinked, totally stunned, and momentarily confused. "I....I...sure, that would be great!" He smiled and nodded. "Meet me here, 6 o'clock, and dress up for a nice place, okay?" I nodded back, repeated the time and dress code, gathered my books, and prepared to leave. Mark pulled me close, his hand on my ass, and kissed me softly on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow then. Don't be late or you'll be sorry!" he admonished. I giggled and promised I'd be on time, said goodbye, and floated back to my dorm room. Impulses She was frustrated with her husband. She wanted to do more than just missionary but he refused. He was the 'man' so what he said was law. He was never like this before we got married. All of a sudden she had been subjected to this alpha male bullshit out of nowhere. Now She understood why they moved across the country. Just so She'd have nowhere to go or no one to lean on besides him. Well that wasn't going to stop her from leaving anyhow if he doesn't quit it.. Sitting in the coffee shop on a tall stool at the window facing the patio, she was aware of the guys at the table outside that was in front of her. Two were facing her way and a third had just left. As they chatted she thought to herself how attractive they were. She wondered how it would be to have them take her and just use her as their fuck toy... She also thought about how she wasn't wearing underwear under her sundress. How surprised they'd be if she just opened her legs. Her thoughts were getting her moist between her thighs. God! It'd be so hot to do something like that! "I can tell what you're thinking." His whiskey voice said quietly into her ear. He was close enough that his breath tickled her neck, causing her to gasp. Goosebumps sprang up all over. The apex of her thighs was suddenly so much more sensitive.. And more moist. She turned around and looked up. He was a total stranger! Deep green eyes knowingly gazed into hers from the masculine face of a man in a well fitting business suit. He was older than she was and exuded a physical sexuality that was impossible not to notice. "Excuse me...?" "You're thighs were rubbing together, even now. You were biting your lower lip as you were watching those two gentlemen out there. Your hand was caressing your exposed neck. " He had a hand on the back of her chair and another on the counter in front her. He was so close to her and somehow all she felt was excited. No fear, no alarm of this total ( -ly hot) stranger who was in her personal space... "You were thinking of sex with either one, or both of them.." All she could do was stare up at him. He moved in a little closer and his hand moved from the counter to her knee. (!!) " Am I correct?" Nodding was her only option since her voice failed her. He added a bit of pressure to the inside of her knee, coaxing her to uncross her legs. They obeyed his command. She was vaguely aware of the guys at their table noticing the movement... Her eyes never leaving his. "I can't arrange that for you but i can help relieve some of your frustration." His hand was sliding up under the skirt of her dress and up along the inside of her thigh. He had positioned himself to effectively shield his actions with this sweet sexy lady from the rest of the cafe inside but not so the boys outside could miss anything. They were glancing more and more often at what was going on. It was like he owned her. She just let it happen. The higher he caressed, the more she opened her legs to allow him to go further. Her senses in overdrive, all too aware if what was happening and aware of the men outside now openly watching. Kim thought she should be feeling violated, but she wanted this. It was entirely exciting and she was still thinking of being called 'frigid' so it was even more than just hot! It was revenge! Her pussy was starting to ooze juices down onto her skirt. His hand inexorably sliding higher up her thigh.. The gentlemen outside sat amazed at what was happening inside. Their conversation forgotten as more and more of her inner thighs were exposed to them. Rolex guy's hand disappearing higher under the chick's dress. "Pull your skirt up higher my little sweet. Let them see." He said to Kim and she complied with a sigh as his fingertips finally grazed her lips. She spread wider, pussy lips parting slightly as she slid her ass to the edge of the chair and leaned back against the seat back and the man who had her squirming with desire for more. "No love. Keep your eyes open. Watch them watch you." He whispered in her ear while his hand cupped her mound. She quietly groaned as her muff pushed up into his warm strong hand. His middle finger teasingly ran up and down the vaginal crease. Kim's outer lips were slick with her lust. Ring and index finger then spread her outer lips apart and his middle finger started lightly tapping on her swollen labia. "Look at their faces my sweet. You have them enraptured. Can you imagine them taking turns lapping at your sweet moistness?" His finger stroking from Kim's tight opening to the top of her pulsing clitoris. "Ohhh..." Kim half sobbed under her sighing breath. "See the effect you are having on them?" Slow stroking circles around and around his finger traced wetly over her sensitive slit. Through half closed eyes, Kim looked down at the men's crotches. Their pants were getting tighter over their hips. "Make eye contact wit them both. Let them know your desire. " Kim's hips were now moving of their own accord. "Look at them and tell them with your eyes how you would love nothing better than their hard cocks penetrating you deeply." His middle finger has slid slowly down into her tight hole as he speaks. Kim whimpers as she stares at each of the men. Her face is flushed and her cunt is trying to fuck his finger and hump shamelessly against his palm. "Yes, that's it. Show them how you would fuck their cocks." His finger slid out of Kim's greedy hole and was joined by the ring finger as he rubbed and circled and stroked her engorged button. Kim wanted to cry out loud but as lost to her senses as she was, she still knew where she was.. The thought almost enough to make her cum right then! The boys outside were very hard by now watching Rolex guy masturbate his slut. Fascinated by the sunlight glistening off of that hot cunt and slick ass. Seeing the wetness of the hand doing all that fucking. Her 'come fuck me' glazed eyes looking into theirs. Watching her hips buck faster as the guy's hand worked her pussy. The look of control on the man's amused face. They'd both have pulled out their rigid cocks right then if it had been night time.. "They want you so badly love. They wouldn't hold back either. They would fuck you very hard and fast.." His two fingers slide hard and fast deep into Kim's hot swollen canal. Palm rubbing at her clit. Kim feels his thick long fingers curl up toward her G spot and he begins to earnestly fuck her with his fingers and his whole hand. "Their hard cocks would take your holes regardless of your consent. You are driving them mad with lust right now! Look at them! How they hump the air and rub themselves through their pants!" His fingers hitting her Gspot hard time after time. Her insides tensing. Kim's breath coming in gasps she desperately tries to keep quiet. Eyes blurring as she gets closer to losing it. Hips bucking quite visibly to anyone who might look her way.. Little wet sounds emanating from their corner for anyone to hear.. The highly aroused gentlemen watch Kim's face with intensity. Waiting for it. Their peripheral taking ing everything else as she gets closer to the end of this exquisite performance. "Their mouths water for the taste of your cum my love. Cum for them. Cum for me..." Whiskey voice in her ear. His other arm has come around Kim's shoulders and his strong hand closes over her throat. The effect along with his masterful fingers milking her inside and palm relentlessly teasing her whole slit sends Kim over the edge and with her hands on the seat, she pushes her hips up and out towards the men outside. Legs stiffly spread,head against her mystery lover's chest Kim let's out a low long moan as she suddenly explodes! She's squirting a little bit of her orgasmic juices onto the window under the bar! Kim had NEVER squirted! Her clit is clenching in violent spasms as she has the strongest orgasm she's ever had in her life! Kim's audience remain totally speechless. In awe they watch as she wets the window in front of them. They watch her face go through so many expressions as she rides the sensations that engulf her. Watch her body jolt and twitch with the strength of the orgasm. They watch her collapse back onto her seat and into her man's chest as it leaves her. "There's a good girl. You performed very well." The green eyed stranger tells her as he brings his sopping hand to her mouth. Kim obediently opens her mouth to suck his fingers clean one by one. "Perhaps if we meet again I shall take you farther sweet angel. Yes. I would rather enjoy taking you farther than this." He caresses her face and gently kisses her temple as Kim pulls herself together. Quite aware of the soaked condition of the seat of her dress. Thankfully, it's a pattern that hopefully hides the fairly large wet spot. She glances outside. The gentlemen are both nodding their appreciation for the amazing show as they rise and leave to their cars. Kim realizes she's alone. Green eyes has also left.