0 comments/ 11110 views/ 0 favorites Invisible By: Silent_Screams Katherine slowly drew the empty fork through her lips, leaving the scampi on her tongue. She closed her eyes and imagined herself in New Orleans amid the laughter and dancing of a passion filled Mardi Gras. The spices, the scent, the texture of her meal were all making love to her taste buds and transporting her to places beyond. Whoever had created such a masterpiece had no idea what pleasure they had given to her tonight. Deep within her thoughts she giggled to herself, "well maybe I should go and show him my appreciation for such a wonderful meal." She opened her eyes and looked across at her date, a truly charming gentleman, not an overly handsome man but he was charming; yes that was the word, charming. She smiled to herself and shook her head slightly, with her luck the chef would be a loud fat man who didn't speak English and he wouldn't know what he was being thanked for. No she'd just continue to lose herself in her meal and pretend to be amused by her date's stories. "I've never seen the poor chap since." Katherine jerked her head up, just in time to hear her date laughing out loud, his mouth full of food. Her date. Oh dear had she drifted away so far that she wasn't listening any longer? "Could you excuse me for one moment?" she asked, " I need to go freshen up." "Don't take to long, sweetie." She smiled stiffly at him as she rose from the table. Air. She needed air. The atmosphere in the restaurant was certainly romantic. The candles on all the tables were casting secret messages across the walls. The quiet canopied tables and the soft sensual background music all should've been weaving their spell on her. But tonight Katherine felt anything but romantic. She wanted to be swept away with passion and desire, not by romance and candlelight. And certainly not by a man who laughed at his own jokes. Katherine made her way to the ladies room and stood looking in the mirror at her reflection. She was a good-looking woman. She couldn't be considered a beauty by any standard but she had an air of confidence that men seemed to find deeply attractive. She wasn't sure if it was because they saw her as a challenge or if they felt they could tame her. She chuckled to herself, little did they know but she wasn't anything close to what her exterior belied. She let her mind drift to the last couple of men she'd dated. Soon she was dancing a dance of desire and seduction with one of the locals along the parade route. The music; its beat all went through her to stimulate her senses. "Excuse me." she heard from behind her. Once again Katherine was jolted to reality. She held back her long auburn hair and bent to splash her face with cool water, maybe that would work. The lady behind her looked at her and smiled, maybe she knew that Katherine was escaping from her date. Maybe she too was finding refuge from a boring date. Katherine left the washroom. As she stood outside the door she looked out across the dining room at her date, still smiling to himself over his latest story. "He doesn't even need an amused audience to enjoy himself." she thought. No she had to get a breath of fresh air before she went back to the table. The cool night air bit at her cheeks and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself. There was a slight breeze that only worked to make the air feel colder, but she didn't seem to care, the air felt revitalizing. She lifted up her eyes to take in the stars and the bright moon smiling upon her, as she did so she caught the faint scent of cigarette smoke. She inhaled deeply, held it and savored the memory it evoked. Oh those were the days, good wine, good food and a good after dinner smoke. "Mmmmm, old habits die hard." she mumbled to herself. Thoughtlessly she allowed herself to follow the scent. It seemed to fill a craving within her. She knew she shouldn't be too long or her date would come looking for her. She could hear the music now, she could feel the beat springing up from the ground and pulsing through her body. She began to sway as if she were right there; no she was there, anywhere but on this god forsaken date. She was ignorant of the stares from passing strangers, she didn't care, there wasn't enough room in her fantasy to let everyone in. Only the sensual were invited. Only the lovers in her mind were allowed to enter and dance with her. She closed her eyes and was dancing once again and being swept up in the festivities of the night. The total anonymity of the costumes and the strangers only served to arouse her desires more so. She could feel the cloth of her costume brush against her bare legs as she swayed and moved her hips. She could feel the cool fabric across her face, capturing every breath and sending it through a soft film of lace into the cool night air. She felt fearless behind her mask. She passed in front of an alley and there the scent she was following came bursting forth. As her eyes adjusted to the light she saw him leaning with his back against the outer wall, one leg stretched out to it's full length the other bent up against the wall flat footed. A light from beyond had cast him into a silhouette of shadows. His face was hidden by the shadows of the night, creating a mask as mysterious as her own. She walked towards him and he flicked his cigarette to the ground were it lay smoldering. She knew he couldn't see her face, the music was telling her it was a night with inhibitions she could be and do anything she wanted. She walked up to him and without so much as a whisper she pressed her lips to his. She could taste the freshly smoked tobacco on his lips. He responded by opening his mouth and receiving her probing tongue into it. She felt herself being lifted off the ground and she automatically wrapped her legs around his hips. She ran her hands out and across his shoulders and up into his hair, she pulled his mouth tighter into hers. She could hear him moan as she devoured his mouth with hers. His hands were holding her up and against his hips and she could feel him hardening with each thrust of her tongue. She slowly lowered her feet to the ground and stood leaning into his body. She knew without looking that his body was smooth and sensual, soft sleek lines made for those deep caresses she ached to give. But this moment wasn't about sharing; this moment was about giving and taking. She had nothing to lose by taking from this stranger one moment of desire. She allowed her hands to wander slowly down his chest, feeling the supple muscles under his white jacket. She reached for the first button but was instead met with a strange round object posing as a button. "Odd costume for Mardi Gras." she thought to herself. As she flicked it with her finger it popped open. One by one she flicked at the others and they too in turn opened up to reveal a bronze chest worthy of her admiration. She leaned into his chest and inhaled sharply at his scent, a strange mixture of sweat and spices. An image of her dinner flashed before her eyes, and she shook it away. Her hand had found its destination by now and she was wrapping her long fingers around him and massaging him through his pants. His nipples were hard and she felt her own wetness increase at the sight of them, she had always had a deep passion for men and their nipples but too many lovers hadn't wanted her to make love to them. She reached over and nipped at one of them softly. She pulled his round hard nipple into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue. It took all her control not to bite down and devour it. She pulled and tugged on it with her teeth. She played and licked it with her tongue. She ran tight circles around and around it. A soft moan came from his lips as he threw his head back against the brick building. She reluctantly drew her mouth away from his nipple and replaced it with her cold fingertips. He drew a quick breath at the sharp contrast of hot and cold flesh. It sent a chill through him. She bent her knees slightly and allowed her mouth to be drawn down his chest, across his belly and into the dark mound of hair that was rising from the waistband of his jeans and up onto his belly. She allowed her fingers to continue their erotic dance with his chest while the others quickly worked at the button. His hard cock jumped out from its confines and into the night air. Katherine could feel the heat rising from it. She could smell the scent of him even more strongly now. She leaned closer. Now within a hairs breath of him she blew softly on the tip. He shuddered and grasped at her hair. She could feel him looking down upon her, yet she refused to look up into his masked eyes. She knew they would match his skin and hair, both ebony black. She knew he wore a beard, she had felt it earlier in her first kiss. No she wouldn't look, tonight she was no one. Invisible. She lazily laid her tongue on the tip of his rod and licked at it. She circled it and then placed her full lips over the top and sucked on it. She then continued her decent down to the base. She could feel his width filling up her mouth, but she didn't dare stop. Her lips were pulled tight around him. She drew him in deeply and felt him touch the back of her throat. He pushed on the back of her head and she resisted. She dragged her nails softly down his chest and let them rest near the base of her mouth. When she pulled him out she replaced her mouth with one hand and grasped him firmly, following her mouth with her hand she kept a tight pressure on him. She knew that her attention to him was having its affect, she could smell him sweat, she could feel his breathing, she could almost hear his heart hammering in his chest. She placed her other hand carefully under him and began to massage him slowly, around and around in her hand she rolled him. Now it was her turn to become hypnotic with desire. She loved to feel a man in her hands. It was like a drug that she needed, and tonight she was getting her fix. She was going to take this man with her into her dance of seduction. She let her hands wander in behind him to meet the cold wall and his backside. She pulled him into her once again in order to meet her mouth, and she opened up to receive him fully. Her tongue slide down the shaft and was rewarded with a throbbing of his cock within her lips. She knew that once she began her rhythmic sucking and pulling on him that there would be no turning back. She never turned back. Tonight she was getting what she wanted and no one knew who she was. She inhaled and at the same time drew on him hard. She could feel him still growing and she wondered if she would be able to hold all of him in her mouth. She drew on him and flicked circles around his cock. Quickly she opened her mouth and pulled away. She blew sharply once again on him and felt him shiver. then one last time before her final plunge she ran her tongue ever so slightly along the tip. Both her hands now had a firm grip on his cock and were stroking it up and down, up and down alternating their path. All the while she was flicking the tip. Slowly she pushed her hand down his length till it reached the base and not far behind was her mouth. With him tucked deeply against her throat she began to give short strokes with her hand to any exposed hardness she couldn't fit in her mouth. She could feel him tense. She felt him pushing her head into him even more. She could hear the deep animal groan escape from his belly. She could feel him throbbing. And in a flash of a moment she was rewarded. She felt him bursting forth inside her mouth with his desires. She swallowed deeply, as fast as he could fill her mouth she needed to swallow, she dare not waste any. She felt his hold loosen on her. She drew him out of her mouth and slowly used her tongue to clean him. She licked her lips as if she had just tasted a fine wine. No this was better than wine to her. Even better than the smoke which had drawn her to this spot. She got up from her position and finally looked into the eyes of the man who stood before her. His eyes indeed were dark and looked into hers as if he knew her very soul. She reached over and laid her palm against his warm cheek. She turned and danced back into the street, to the festivities that were beyond. "My goodness, Sweetie you ladies sure do take a while in the ladies room." he said. Katherine looked into the eyes of the voice, they were green. But she was sure they were black before. She looked around at the other diners and remembered where she was, who she was with, why she was still there. There was no dancing, no music, no seduction. " Oh Katherine, get a grip woman." she said to herself. She was an adult and as one she wasn't supposed to daydream. "Excuse me mame, I was your host this evening and I was wondering if everything was to your satisfaction." she heard a slightly accented voice say to her. "Yes, thank you." she replied without looking up. He reached across her to pick up the wine bottle in order to fill up her glass, and as he did so she caught sight of the oddly familiar cloth braided buttons on his coat. She followed the round buttons upwards, and found herself staring into a pair of dark ebony eyes that were filled with recognition and desire. Invisible Ok getting really fed up now! Been stood at the bar waiting for at least 15 minutes now, and I'm sure people are getting served before me who got here after. And it's hot! I need a drink just to replace what I've sweated out, can't believe it's so busy, I can barely move! As I try to catch the barman's eye for the umpteenth time, I feel someone bump into me from behind, not the first time since I've been stood here, but this time whoever it is stays pressed up against me. I look back either expecting one of my friends, or preparing to object to the proximity... But. It's that guy I was making eye contact with across the room earlier. I face forward again, a little unsure of how to proceed. He's very cute! I feel him lean in closer, and suddenly his mouth is next to my ear, "When you get served, would you mind getting me one too?" The cheek! "You'll be lucky!" I reply, turning my head "I've been here forever. I was beginning to think I'm invisible!" "Invisible? That could be fun," his lips brush my ear, "Think of aaaall the possibilities." As he draws out that last sentence, I feel his hand move to my right hip, pulling himself closer to me. "Think of everything you could get up to!" His teeth gently graze my earlobe and I gasp; I feel him harden against my buttocks in response. With one hand on my hip holding me to him, he uses his other hand to brush my hair out of the way and starts kissing my neck. I look round, but no one's paying us any attention, all too busy trying to get served.... Something I've started to neglect. "Do you want to see if you really are invisible?" His lips are at my other ear now; I feel goose bumps rise at his voice. As he nibbles & licks at my earlobe, I realise I've started grinding back onto him. He lets out a deep throated chuckle in response, "You do, don't you?" he asks, when I don't reply, he bites my earlobe sharply, making me jump. "Don't you?" he repeats. "Yes." I whisper, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder as he starts kissing my neck again. "Head up, there's only so much you can do without drawing attention!" I obey wondering what it is he's going to try... His left hand comes to rest on my other and for a couple of seconds he just holds me there, his erection pressing firmly between my buttocks. Then he moves his right hand round over my ass and down, his fingers soon find the hem of my short skirt and he carries on under it. My eyes widen as he whispers in my ear, "Let me take them off. It'll make everything so much easier!" I feel his fingers catch hold of the elastic of my underwear, he pauses, but when I don't object he starts pulling down. I let them fall, and then kick away when they reach the floor. Still no one's looking our way. For a moment he does nothing, then I feel his finger run oh-so-gently along the line of my pussy, "Wet already?" he growls in my ear, "This won't take long then..." I can feel my knees trembling, and he's barely even touched me! His fingers quickly find my clit; unfortunately his movements aren't so quick, just slowly, lightly, brushing his fingertip over it, teasing it. Teasing me. I turn my head, "Please?" "Please what?" "Please do something? I can't take the teasing!" "What do you want me to do instead?" "Anything! Just stop teasing!" "I apologise, I can stop altogether if you want?" His fingers pull away from me; I can hear the amusement in his voice. "No! Don't stop! Just...please stop teasing" His fingers return to lightly brushing my clit, "Tell me what you want me to do instead.... Do you want me to fuck you?" I hesitate, do I? Do I want a complete stranger to fuck me against a bar in a crowded club? Something deep inside of me is screaming Yes! That's exactly what I want. As I deliberate, I feel his finger slide backwards, and as soon as it finds my entrance it pushes deep inside my pussy. I let out a loud groan, and am immediately surprised no one notices. A second finger joins in, slowly but firmly thrusting in and out of me. "I think you desperately want me to fuck you." He nibbles at my ear again, and I hear myself agreeing with him. He grabs my hand, and pulls it behind me, and I can feel him, hard beneath his jeans. In seconds he has them unzipped, pressed close to me so no one can see, and pulls out his cock. I grasp it, slowly rubbing it, matching the slow rhythm of his fingers in me. He catches on, and speeds up his movements, I respond. "Someone will notice" he breathes in my ear, he's right; we've reached a speed where the jerky motions would be very noticeable. I moan as his fingers slowly pull from inside me. He takes my hand off of his cock, "Put your hands on the bar" he instructs. Nervously I obey, surely someone will notice if he actually starts fucking me? Is it legal, I wonder, could I get arrested for this? Visions of being thrown in prison are interrupted as I feel his head nudge against my pussy.... His hands return to my hips, grasping tightly as he pushes hard, sinking all the way into me in one go. My hands grasp the edge of the bar as I try to muffle a moan. For the first time that night I make eye contact with a barman, and he gives me a strange look... but still doesn't try to serve me! He stays still for a moment, deep inside me, breathing hard into my ear, "I don't think I'm going to last very long." he warns. "Good job," I reply "or we really will get arrested!" He laughs softly, and starts to pull out ever so slightly before pushing back in, small deep thrusts, barely noticeable. Normally the shallowness of the thrusts wouldn't do much for me, but with the excitement of being completely surrounded by people, having body contact with other people, I am so incredibly turned on as he fucks me. "I saw you across the room," he breathes "and I knew I wanted to fuck you," at the word 'fuck' he thrusts a little harder, "but I didn't realise it would be so soon!" "I saw you too," I replied, pushing back to meet him, "I had no idea you'd be the kind to take advantage of me like this!" "Take advantage?" He growls, he thrusts a little faster, harder, pushing me against the bar, "With a skirt like that you're lucky I asked permission!" He reaches a hand round and starts rubbing my clit, much harder, much faster, much rougher than earlier, all teasing long gone. I can feel myself getting close now he's stopped being so gentle, and I'm guessing that he's getting there too. I look up and realise the barman's looking at me, watching me. Us. He's watching us. "He knows!" I say, alarmed. "What?" He sounds annoyed at being distracted. "The barman, he knows what we're doing!" "Then he can enjoy the show then can't he, I'm not stopping." As he carries on pounding in to me, I stay locked in eye contact with the barman, who's got a half smile on his face. Despite the crowds at the bar he's paused to dry glasses, an excuse to watch us. As I stare into his eyes, I can feel myself getting closer & closer, excited even more by our audience. His thrusts are getting wilder now; he's obviously starting to lose control. I close my eyes briefly and when I open them, the barman is right in front of me. He puts his hands out over the top of mine, for a second he glances over my shoulder behind me, then leans forward and kisses me deeply. I feel the stranger give one last animal thrust hard into me, and hear him let out a loud groan as he cums deep inside me. It's enough. I cum hard as well, convulsing, but the barman keeps me locked in a kiss, muffling my moans. As I come down, the barman pulls back, smiling as he places two bottles of beer in front of me, and returns to work. The stranger pulls out of me. But stays close behind. He reaches round me, picks up one of the bottles, and passes the other to me. "Cheers!" he says, tapping my bottle with his. He passes me his business card and before I can say anything, he's gone. Invisible My favourite part is watching her get ready. Sometimes it's almost unbearable. She knows this, but pretends ignorance. This is a rule. From the moment she closes the bathroom door and the lock slides into place, I no longer exist. I must wait for her silently in the bedroom. I listen to the shower, and I imagine rivulets of warm water slipping over her naked skin. I picture hands on freshly shaven flesh, caressing pristine soap over smooth, tanned contours and pink, pointed nipples. I wring my hands in impatience. I cross my legs to tighten the crotch of my pants. I wait. I remember the third night we tried it. I rarely acknowledge the first two attempts, since they were both disastrous. The first time, nerves caused us to back out before things really got started. The second time was disappointing for other reasons; let's just say a case of one party exaggerating certain traits and leave it at that. But the third try was perfect. It was the night when both of us got close to realising what we had talked about for so many weeks beforehand. From that point on I knew we would become addicted. At 7:45 that evening Marie emerged from the bathroom in just a towel. Her damp, auburn hair was sleek and shiny, curling slightly around the edges. She sat down at the dressing table and used the hair dryer. I was sitting on the edge of the bed behind her. I studied her reflection in the mirror. The towel was tucked in on itself just above her breasts. As she shifted around, it became loose, threatening to unfurl. I watched greedily, hoping it would fall. The crease became more and more slack. I was breathing heavily, biting my bottom lip. She reached up to run her fingers through her long hair as she directed the dryer, and the fold in her towel finally gave. It slid smoothly down off her breasts. Marie hesitated a second, then continued. She blushed just slightly, but she did not meet my eyes in the mirror. When her hair was done, she stood up and let the towel drop completely. She had allowed me to shave her pussy the night before. To mark the occasion, we had wanted to do something that would make Marie feel different in some way. She had suggested a wig, but it seemed impractical. New clothes were fine, but since the clothes would be removed, it had to be something more lasting and intimate. We each came up with an idea. The shaving was mine, the temporary tattoo above her left hip was hers. It was a small butterfly with wings of red, purple and gold. She flipped open a bottle of body lotion, vanilla-scented. I watched her slick hands rubbing the lotion into her legs. Her fingers curved around the insides of her thighs, stopping just outside the clean smoothness of her labia. Then her stomach. Her arms. The skin beneath her breasts. She smelled so sweet I wanted to eat her. I wanted to push my prick against her shiny wet skin and writhe against her. I wanted to suck her tongue into my mouth while I fucked her with my fingers. I wanted her more than I could ever remember, precisely because I knew I wasn't allowed to have her. Her new dress was hanging in the closet. She took it out and stepped into it. It was white, and very sheer, so underwear was not an option. The neckline was quite high, but it was sleeveless, and much shorter than she would usually wear. She smoothed it down over her body. The material was light and clung to her perfectly. Her nipples were stiff. I could make out their shape so clearly. Some subtle make-up, a quick squirt of perfume, again, of a type she would not usually wear, and she was ready to go. I went out to the car alone, and let myself in with the spare key. I slid into the back seat, locked the doors behind me, and waited in the darkness. I saw her come out of the house by herself. A stranger. A beautiful, sexy woman on her way to somewhere special. If I'd been watching her from a window, spying on her for a few moments, I would have been jealous. I would have wondered just where she was going, and who might be lucky enough to have her tonight. I would have given anything to follow her, invisible, and see more. She unlocked the car and got in, never glancing back. As she drove, she listened to some music. I was slumped low in the seat. Marie's dress had ridden up a little, and the image of her bare legs came and went, throbbing between darkness and the glare of streetlights as she worked the pedals. I was squeezing myself through my pants. I was thinking of how naked she was beneath that sheer, white covering. I was anticipating the stares she would draw form other men. Women, too. She pulled into the small parking lot of a bar we'd never been to. Before getting out, she checked her lipstick. She had gone for a dark, reddish-brown that looked fantastic against her almond skin. She pressed her lips together once, firmly, then got out of the car. I followed a few seconds later, locking the doors behind us. She had already entered the bar when I got inside. I went straight for an empty booth on the right. My back was against the wall, and I had a clear view of most of the place. I spotted Rob before Marie did. We had seen his picture in an e-mail a week before. We had thought it better to request one this time to avoid the disappointment of our previous disaster. He had sent us a shot of himself at the beach the previous summer. In it, he had been wearing only a pair of tight shorts, a towel hanging over his broad shoulders. Marie had been impressed, as had I, and we'd both worried that perhaps the picture might not be entirely genuine. From where I sat that night, it was obvious that our fears were unfounded. Rob was as handsome in reality as he had been in pixels. He was staring quite openly at Marie when she recognised him, and a look of excited joy spread over his face. He had not seen her, having only received a written description of Marie. Part of our arrangement was finding someone serious enough to participate solely on the basis of what we told them. No pictures from us. No phone calls. Just our word that everything would be as we described. A man who would make that leap of faith and put his trust in our word was worth the gamble on our part. From the look on Rob's face, it was clear that Marie was even more stunning than my description of her had promised. Rob offered to buy her a drink. I imagine most women in that situation might have knocked back a few just to calm their nerves, or get themselves in the mood. But Marie never drank, and that didn't change that night. She ordered a Diet Coke and sat on the stool next to Rob's. She told me she liked being sober, experiencing the moment in its purest, most naked form, without artificial stimulants. Rob, on the other hand, was drinking what looked like bourbon. I could tell that this was the first time he'd done anything like this. He told us in his e-mails that he was a twenty-four-year-old postgraduate. He'd done a little modelling to pay the bills, and it showed. He was just over six feet tall, medium-length blond hair, and a smile that must have melted a few hearts. We asked him why he was doing this, and he said it was the excitement. He wanted no-strings sex with a total stranger. Someone who wasn't going to expect a follow-up phone call. He was shy, and not very good at one-night stands. He decided the only way he was going to fulfil his fantasy was through us. We thought that was fair enough. As I sat in my booth, invisible, I saw Rob relax in response to Marie's expert flirting. She was always good at that. It's how she got me to notice her in the first place. A hand on the knee, leaning in with a sweet laugh; the certain way she turned her head and looked from under her eyelids. When he put his hand on her bare thigh and whispered something in her ear, I sensed a decision was about to be made. I watched Marie carefully. She said something, then stood and walked toward the toilets at the back of the bar. Her dress was tight around her ass. Rob was staring at it, too. I took out my cell phone and placed it on the table. A minute later, it began to buzz. The text message made me smile: I want him!!! Is it okay? xxx I texted back my consent, then went outside and let myself back into the car. Slumped down in the dark, I watched them come out of the bar. They stopped close to the car and Marie put her arms around Rob's neck. His hands went to her waist, and he hesitated before kissing her. At first he was reserved, then I could see his tongue playing with Marie's. He pulled her closer so their bodies were pressed tight together. His hands dropped to her ass. When their kiss had ended, Marie stepped back slightly and felt the front of Rob's pants. I could see the bulge there, and I gave myself a squeeze in anticipation. As Marie drove, Rob kept stroking her leg. They were talking about themselves, getting along very well. Every now and then they would ask each other something sexual. 'How often do you jerk off?' 'Have you ever tried anal?' 'Where's the strangest place you've ever fucked?' We arrived at the motel. They sat in the car and kissed some more, their hands all over each other. This gave me a chance to slip out and get to the room Marie and I had paid for earlier. Leaving only the bedside lights on, I took a seat in the shadows. They were talking and laughing as they approached the room. The door opened, and they came in. Rob looked a little nervous again, but still didn't acknowledge my presence. Of all our rules, that one was the firmest. Marie kissed him, more softly than before. Then she took his hands and placed them on her breasts. He stroked and lightly squeezed them. They were looking into each other's eyes. The tension visibly left Rob, and he held her breasts more firmly. Marie turned away and presented him with her back. He took the hint and unzipped her dress. It fell from her body and settled on the floor at her feet. I heard him sigh as he admired her naked body. His fingers lightly stroked her back, moving gradually down to her ass and thighs. I was pleased that he didn't rush things. Marie likes it gentle at first. He began to kiss her neck and shoulders. Marie closed her eyes and smiled. He encircled her in his arms, pressing himself against her. She turned her head and they kissed again. I could see their tongues duelling. Marie turned and unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was smooth and taut, his stomach defined. She pushed him down onto the bed and crawled in top of him. Her tongue slid easily across his torso, from his belly button to his nipples. From where I was sitting I had a fantastic view of her pussy as she kissed and sucked her way around his body. I pulled down my zip and took my cock out. It was so hard it almost hurt. With Rob's shirt cast aside, Marie took off his pants. The outline of his erection was very promising. He had not been lying when he said that he was well hung. She stroked him through his shorts, then positioned her pussy over the shape of his cock and began to rub herself against it. His hands moved down her back and onto her butt, squeezing and forcing her down even harder. I swear I could smell how wet Marie was right then. The aroma of her sex seemed to fill the room entirely. She slid down his body and pulled off his shorts. Rob's cock slapped into view. He was big alright. Not a monster, but nice and thick, with a big round head; just the way Marie likes them. She didn't waste any time putting it in her mouth, and Rob moaned loudly as she worked on him. I've got to admit, Marie is the best little cocksucker I've ever known. As she pumped her lips up and down his shaft, I pumped my hand up and down mine. I was watching her ass, then her breasts, and the look on Rob's face as he lay back, getting head from my wife. It was fucking beautiful. I briefly wished I'd had the idea of filming it, but I knew that would be pointless. What's an image on a screen later compared with the intoxication of actually being there in the moment? After a few long minutes of attention, Rob asked if he could return the favour. Marie moved around on the bed so that she was sitting up on Rob's face, facing me. It was a glorious view. I could see his tongue working on her clit while she rocked back and forth, caressing her breasts. 'Touch yourself,' she said. 'I wanna watch you jerk off that cock.' I didn't know if she was talking to Rob or me. Probably both. I kept on stroking myself, and Rob started milking his own big dick. I could tell Maria loved it; being in a room with two guys, each playing with himself, each desperate to put his cock inside her and fuck her the way she wanted. It didn't take long before she started making familiar sounds, and I knew she was about to come. I could have come with her, but I wanted to wait. I eased off and concentrated on watching her. She held her slit over Rob's tongue, her position allowing her complete control. Then her body seemed to buckle slightly and she was moaning and grinding herself on his mouth. She fell forward and put her hands on his thighs, then leaned further and put the head of his cock in her mouth again. I heard his muffled groans as she slowed down, then eventually dismounted. Smiling, she lifted her mouth from his swollen head and climbed off the bed. She pulled a condom from her purse and began quickly unwrapping it. Rob kept slowly jerking of while he watched her. In no time at all she was climbing onto his cock. Maria loves having a dick inside her just after she's come. She says it feels so much tighter. She eased right down onto it, riding it in long, slow strokes while she got used to the size. I was close to exploding, so I stopped masturbating and sat back, enjoying the view of my wife riding another man's cock. In a way, it didn't seem real. We'd talked about it a lot, and to be finally sitting there watching it happen was like a dream. Rob held Maria's hips now, controlling her movements. He was getting even more confident, and I could tell she liked it. After a while he lifted her off and put her on her back. He was facing me, so I could see him kneeling between her legs and positioning his hard-on at the entrance to her pussy. Maria groaned as he shoved it back in. Holding her thighs up and apart, he fucked her hard. Maria was grunting and moaning, hissing various dirty demands: 'Fuck me . . . give it to me . . . push it deeper . . . god, I love your fucking cock . . .' I watched his ass thrust up and down, and I started pumping my hand up and down again at the same speed. Then they changed position again, and Maria was on all-fours, facing me. Her breasts were hanging down so nicely. They swung and jiggled every time Rob slammed his cock home. The look on her face was so erotic. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, a crease of frustration between her eyes. She was panting, and her forehead shone slightly with sweat. While he was screwing her, Rob leaned forward and reached underneath to rub Maria's clit. She pursed her lips in pleasure, and I watched, fascinated, as she approached another orgasm. When it hit her, she put her head down and thrashed around, bucking against Rob as hard as she could. I felt myself getting closer too, but I had to wait. I pulled some tissues from my pocket in preparation. Rob was breathing heavily, and I could tell from his expression that he wasn't going to last much longer. 'I wanna come on your tits,' he gasped. Maria lay on her back, pulled the condom off his dick and starting jerking him off hard and fast. She had the head pointed at her chest, and her other hand caressing his balls. When she slid down further and started tickling his asshole, Rob cried out and let forth a stream of hot jism that spattered on Maria's breasts. A couple of seconds later, I fell forward from the chair onto my knees and moaned as I came hard into my handful of tissues. It seemed to last ages, my cock spitting out hot fluid, my balls twitching and throbbing. When I opened my eyes again Marie was rubbing Rob's come into her breasts, then licking her fingers. I didn't move. I stayed there on the floor, watching them kiss. Then Rob got up and started dressing. Maria lay back and watched him. One last kiss, a promise to do this again, and Rob was gone. Marie got up and headed into the bathroom. She lingered before closing the door, and, back to me, held a hand up against her butt. She was making the okay sign. The door closed, and I started to fasten up my pants. While she was in the shower, I called a cab. I was home for twenty minutes before she arrived back. I met her at the door, kissed her, told her that I loved her deeply, then took her upstairs, where we made love to each other as man and wife. This is how we do it. There are rules, and there are safety measures, but there is also danger, and the freedom of exploring this lifestyle together. Marie gets to fulfil her fantasies in the people she fucks - sometimes more than one partner at a time, and more often now with women, too. I get to fulfil my fantasies watching and remembering. Invisible. The perfect voyeur. Invisible I was told I can be desirable by any man or woman alive. Blonde hair with golden brown tips, icy blue eyes that can look like glass, and quite a remarkable body. But, then again, maybe I could get more people to compliment me if they could actually see me. What? What do I mean by that? Well my dear fellow, I'm invisible. Not of the living, nor am I dead; just invisible. How I became that way, I can not remember. But shit, the things I can do and get away with are priceless. Now, some people may go for clothes, food and riches, but I go for bitches. Man or woman can fall prey to me at any moment. Especially those who are in their twenties as I am. If I catch you alone, or hell even with company, your sweet body is mine. I may be invisible; but the things I can do are as real as any. My favorite is when the girl is walking by and I just grab her. Or, when a man is working on a truck; I love fondling dicks. And that, my dear friend, is where we start off at. I believe his name was Trace, and he was at work under the hood on his Dodge truck when I approached. A tall guy, about 6' 3'', with mustard brown hair and grass green eyes. He had no shirt on, a sweat rag tied around his neck, work boots on, and blue jean shorts on. I could hear his truck radio playing, but I was focused on his sweet dick in those pants. Walking over, I gripped his hair in my hand and pulled back just enough to get his attention. He looked around, and saw nothing; or so he had believed. Putting my hands on his shoulders from behind, I pushed him up against the truck and quickly opened up the truck door. I turned off the truck, threw the keys in the grass, and put him on the truck seat. He struggled and threw punches at the air around him, but that did no good. As I said, I can't feel pain if hit, but I can feel and make you feel what I want you to. With his back on the seat and his legs out the car door, I pulled down his shorts and was surprised to see that he had nothing on underneath the jean shorts. I could see the shock and confusion in his eyes, but I just knelt down towards his rock hard dick. Grabbing onto his wrists and pinning his legs with mine, I licked all around his dick and slowly took him in my mouth. He wasn't a big guy, maybe about 5 or 6 inches, but I like them small. I started to really suck him off and I could hear him moaning and grunting as he lay there. Taking one of my hands, I started stroking him while licking around the tip of his dick. Knowing he was about to bust, I moved back some and started stroking him faster and faster until he came. I stared at him for a moment, knowing that he had no fucking idea how that just happened, and then I grabbed his wrists and stood him up. As he stood up, I shut the truck door and pinned him once more so that his ass was facing me. I started to finger his ass and felt him squirm and gasp for air. Deciding to be nice, I fingered his ass just a little bit longer and then smacked it a few times. Happy with my work, I yanked up his pants, kissed his sweet mouth, and walked on. Walking down the sidewalk, I peered into one of the houses and saw a woman walking around her kitchen in a pink robe. Hell, you know I had to get a piece of that shit. So, walking into the house, I watched as she bent over to get something from a drawer. I walked over, and pulled up her robe just a little to see a sweet ass ready to be fucked. She tried to pull back down her robe, but I just held it and pulled out the tie that was holding her robe closed. Being an idiot, she bent over to pick it up, and then I placed my hand on her smooth pussy to hold her still. So now I had a grip around her waist with her back towards me, and a hand on her pussy to push her body back into mine. She cursed up a storm trying to free herself, but I just yanked of the robe, held her wrists behind her back with my one hand, and played with her tits and pussy with the other. I guess she was about a 36B, very firm and soft, and I loved squeezing them in my hand. Venturing down to her bare but slightly stubbled pussy, I started rubbing and got her wet in a few moments. She started to moan and I laid her down on the tile kitchen floor. Kissing her tits, I sat between her thighs and slowly entered my dick in her. Her eyes widened quite a bit, but I didn't care. I started off slowly, but then started to pound her pussy. She grunted and choked out for me to go faster; which I gladly did. After a few moments, I flipped her onto her stomach and licked and nibbled her ass. I slid two fingers in and worked her ass with them for a moment until I withdrew them and rammed my dick in her. She yelled out and then started moaning as I went faster and faster until I finally cummed in her ass. I slapped her ass once, got up, and walked out the door. So, next time you're alone, or even with company, pay attention. That wind may not be the one pulling up your skirt to get a better look. Invisible Bruises All Over My Face I should have known as I was turned onto my stomach with his hands gently pushing down the small of my back attempting to give the deepest possible angle to his stubbornly uninterested penis that I had fucked things up. We should have just made out on the couch. I should have kept my clothes on. He wasn't ready. And now, in the darkest, earliest part of the morning, as I look at the left-hand side of my couch where he sat post-brunch asking me to model the first dresses I've purchased in almost a decade, I miss him terribly. Everything aches. My heart screams. My head is quiet letting the sadness pour out of me, knowing there's no reasoning with the heart. The penis is a stupid organ. It pumps itself up. It tells you yes, yes, YES! And then in the heat of the moment, it shrivels with the "what if," the "what the hell," the "who knew?" And a girl tries not to take it personally, but it's impossible not to feel a sharp smack in the face when it happens. Those things get up for everything, everyone, but when it finally sees the light of me -- it shriveled like I threatened to douse it with ice water. Truth be told, I hadn't paid appropriate homage. I'd coveted his gracious heart, the wonderfully sexy and intellectual parts of his brain and I just assumed, like a girl, the penis would follow the banter, the laughter and the immense affection that passes between us. When he gave up on his penis, feeling, I guess, obligated to me since I was, after all, lying in front of him naked, writhing around in anticipation and desire, he went into me with his long, immaculately clean fingers straight into the vagina with a purpose and into my rectum just to drive the point home. He was going to deliver -- any way he could. I came in moments, slapped the wall with my right hand and turned to him wanting to feel the weight of him on top of me, feel him buried as far up and into me as possible. I wanted to make love. But he wasn't looking at me. He was looking through me. Things had not gone as he had hoped. He was stuck and lost at the same time. Softly, I asked him to get onto his back. He hesitated. "You're not moving?" I thought maybe he was going to issue some commands, but instead he gave a half smile and followed my request. I could have stopped then. I could have checked in. I could have done a lot of things. Instead, I kissed his wide, spongy soft tip. I licked down to the base. I nipped gently at his testicles. I gave the message that I came in peace, that I was appreciative, giddy even, to make the penis' acquaintance, and then I explored. He likes to be kissed along the backside. He likes to be gripped firmly and with purpose. He likes when I run my tongue over his tip and flick it a bit at the folds. And I was deeply appreciative when he came for me into my warm and welcoming mouth. But most women who then stretch out beside their lover find him pleased and sated after oral sex. Mine had tears in the corners of his eyes, and they weren't tears of joy. They were tears of remorse. Slap number 2. He was in way worse shape than I was. Much, much worse, and my whole being suddenly went crisis calm, because going straight to panic wasn't going to do anyone any good. "It's your first time together there are bound to be issues: mechanics, newness, barriers, stress of unreasonable expectations," the mind reminded. The shower was quick, but he offered to soap me up. He started with my back and then as he came around to the front my whole body responded again. I wanted to bend over and try again, but the moment had passed for him. What I could tell was that he was a normally generous lover, in all aspects, who was shaken hard by an unexpected emotional disconnect most likely having to do with the fact that he was, much to his surprise, not so much into me. And now as I wait for the sun to come up after one of the longest nights I have ever known, I'm scared. I'm worried and I have absolutely no consideration for my own bullshit, which tells me that I feel a lot more for him than just damn adulation. Slap number 3. Invisible Gigolo "What you really need is a gigolo." Damini said to her friend Shweta. They were discussing Shweta's marital problems. Her husband Mayur was totally focused on his career. As a result their sex life was almost non-existent and Shweta was getting more and more upset. She had already rejected the advice of having an affair as she was devoted to her family. "Are you mad? What if people find out?" Shweta replied. "So the objection is not seeing a gigolo but people finding out." Damini joked and continued "What if I tell you a fool proof method, would you try it?" "What do you mean?" Shweta enquired. "What if the gigolo is invisible? Nobody can see him. No one would come to know." Damini said. "Is this your latest fantasy?" Shweta said laughingly. "Not at all dear. I have already experienced it many times. The proof of pudding is in eating. Here is the number. You can try out. The charges are Rs. 10,000 for one hour session or Rs. 20,000 for 4 sessions in a month." Damini wrote a mobile number and handed over to her. Without believing anything Shweta out of politeness kept the number. After few days Shweta watching a romantic movie was feeling horny. She was all alone in the house. Mayur as usual was busy. Her 14 year old daughter Ramita had gone to a birthday party. All of a sudden she remembered the talk with Damini and out of fun thought of trying the number. She dialled the number. A sweet female voice responded, "Hello IG booking. This is Priya. How can I help you?" Shweta said, "Please book a session for me." "When and where do you want to have it?" Priya enquired. Shweta told her address and mentioned that she wants the session immediately as soon as possible. After checking the schedule Priya replied, "IG Sandeep is available in your area one hour from now. Is it ok?" "Fine." "Which plan you want to follow?" Priya told all the plans available. "Right now I will go for the single session." Shweta hesitatingly said." "Ok. IG Sandeep will be with you at 3 p.m. today. You can pay him Rs. 10,000 in cash." Priya concluded the call. It seems like a routine business call. Shweta was still not believing it but was curious to know. On the CD player she started playing her favourite music. She was awaken from daydreaming when the doorbell rang at sharp 3 p.m. She was surprised and enthusiastically opened the door. No one was there. She was disappointed. She went out to see who may have rang the bell. Finding no one she came back and closed the door. Suddenly she felt like someone was holding her and kissing her softly on lips. She heard a male voice saying, "Good afternoon Mam. This is IG Sandeep reporting. You can call me Sandy." Shweta was taken aback. She started looking around to find out what was happening. Another kiss greeted her, "Good afternoon Mam. You look lovely." "Good afternoon Sandy." Still confused from the experience Shweta finally managed to speak in low voice. Shweta was still feeling confused not knowing how to react or behave. She was looking around trying to place him. Sandy was standing in front of her smiling and enjoying. He hugged her tightly and then kissed her again keeping his both hands on her bums. She was feeling helpless but was rather enjoying the experience. Sandy told her in a soothing voice, "Relax Dear. Let go of all your tensions. Don't try to see me. Focus on hearing my voice and feeling me with your body. It is better to close your eyes as you cannot see anything anyway." Shweta tried to follow his instructions but it was still a strange experience for her. Sandy continued, "Has anybody told you that you are very beautiful? You look awesome and extremely hot." Shweta was relishing the flattering talk. Indeed she was beautiful and with vital statistics of 34-26-36 she did have an enviable body. "Should I continue the lovemaking here only or should we move to the bedroom?" asked Sandy. They were still in the drawing room. Shweta silently moved towards the bedroom. Once in the bedroom Sandy asked her softly to take of her clothes. Shweta was feeling shy and hesitant. His soft voice and expert hands were having reassuring effect on her. She started to take off her top slowly. His hands were at her back encouraging her in the process. With her top off he resumed his kissing. From her mouth he slowly moved to neck. He felt her boobs taking his hands inside the bra and squeezed them gently. She started moaning with pleasure. She had never felt better. It was as if he was not just touching her body but adoring her. The touch was so smooth and he seems to know exactly how much pressure was to be applied on her boobs. Her nipples were already erect. Her boobs were struggling to come out of the bra. Finally he asked her to take off the bra. He started sucking the nipples one by one as soon as the pair was free. He squeezed her 34 C cups and she moaned with great pleasure. He started kissing her flat tummy, then her back. He was moving smoothly from one area to another making her more and more conscious of her own body. She never imagined kissing alone could achieve so much. Mayur as a contrast was a poor kisser. He never gave any importance to foreplay. He would rush to main act when she won't be ready and then leaving her unfulfilled. Sandy was showing his expertise in all the correct movements appreciating her body as though she was a goddess. Sandy asked her to take off her jeans. He focussed all his attention to her beautiful feet. He massaged the feet gently and start kissing each foot while continuing to massage the other one. Shweta was feeling wonderful with the soft touch and groping. She felt as if she was in heaven. Sandy gradually moved upwards on her legs massaging, exploring and kissing each and every part of her legs. It seems as if he was not ready to miss a single pore of her silky skin. When Sandy reached her thigh he noticed that her panty was already drenched with her juices. He spread her thighs. He kissed her over her panty and started sucking her juices. Shweta was now moaning loudly and releasing her juices profusely. She was breathing heavily. Sandy asked her to remove her panties and she did so hastily. Now Shweta's beautiful shaved pussy was in front of him all drenched with her juices. He resumed sucking her juices and started exploring her vagina with his tongue. Shweta was feeling blissful. Her deep fantasy was being fulfilled. Although Mayur loved her much and was interested in sexual activity too at least in initial years of her marriage, she was never able to convince him to give oral pleasure to her cunt. Not even in exchange of a blow job. Now Shweta was getting it without even asking for it. She was enjoying every single moment of the session. Sandy's tongue forced its way into the opening and began to work increasingly quickly in and out of her cunt. He gently kissed and worked his way up her labia, and quickly ran his tongue across her clit. She jerked so hard he thought she might cum immediately, so he backed off before she went over the edge. Her clit was now fully engorged, and the pinkness of her labia seemed to be darkening as more blood rushed to her sensitive snatch. He slipped his hands back under her ass, and moved his tongue back to the bottom of her cunt and began to work his way in the opposite direction, toward her ass. As he approached her tight hole, her body began to tremble, and the first touch by his tongue caused the sharpest spasm she had experienced so far. He rimmed her ass with his tongue, and she continued to writhe. He forced the top of his tongue into her, and she nearly convulsed from the sensation. It was obvious this was something she had never before experienced. He inserted his middle finger in the virgin tight hole gently at first then more vigorously. Shweta had rarely felt orgasm in her life, may be five or six times in her fifteen years of marriage. That day was glorious for her, having orgasm after orgasm in quick succession she was in sheer ecstasy. Sandy lowered his face and gave her cunt a kiss, and then took his hard cock and put it on her cunt opening. Shweta's body was trembling. Sandy rubbed his cock head in the slit of her cunt and made it wet with her flowing juices. Then he wedged cock head on the opening of her cunt and took hold of both her tits in my both hands. Shweta's heart was beating fast. With a single thrust his big penis was inside her welcoming vagina. Sandy knew that Shweta was enjoying the fuck now, so thrusting in her wet cunt. He knew that now it was the time to give her a fuck of her life. His cock was moving in and out of her slippery cunt like a piston of railway engine. His thrusts were becoming more and more vigorous. Shweta was enjoying the fuck, as was evident from her loud moaning. She was still keeping her eyes shut. She was meeting his thrusts with equal and matching thrusts from her waist. They were fucking like animals. His cock was coming out till its head and then again disappearing fully in her cunt. He kept fucking her like this for about 10 minutes. When he was near his orgasm he took out his cock from her vagina and released his load on top of her stomach. His semen was the first evidence for her that she was not daydreaming but actual getting laid superbly getting a fuck of once in a lifetime. In order to convince herself of the blissful experience further she gathered the semen from her finger to taste it. When Shweta thought the fantastic session was over Sandy started caressing her again. He guided her to take the doggy position and entered her cunt from behind. He gave some magnificent thrusts leading to another deep orgasm to her. Sandy inserted his finger in her back hole and asked her permission to enter there to take the passion and ecstasy to the next level. Shweta however buckled from the experience and firmly said no. She was a virgin in that hole and she was afraid to be found out by her husband. Sandy understood her position. He gently kissed her ass and let her go. However he didn't want to end the session on a disappointing note. So he gave her cunt another treat of his proficient tongue giving her yet another orgasm making her feel total fulfilment. The session was finally over. Sandy asked for his money and Shweta was jolted back to reality that he was not her husband or her lover but a gigolo. Whatever he had done was basically for the money that he will get. Shweta jokingly said, "What if I don't pay you?" Sandy replied in pleasant voice, "Have you heard of the story of Pied Piper? In my case there are endless possibilities. You seem to have a wonderful young daughter too." Hearing this Shweta shivered with horror over the thought of her innocent daughter exploited sexually by the invisible gigolo. She regretted deeply her thoughtless comment. She quickly took out ten thousand rupees currency notes from her purse. Not knowing how to give them to him, she left the notes on the bedside table. Immediately the notes disappeared. Shweta was regretting that she had not opted for the other package of four sessions at the rate of Rs. 20,000. She obviously liked the experience and wanted to repeat it again and again. As if reading her mind Sandy said to her, "If you give me ten thousand more, you can have three more session within a month." Shweta gave a broad grin and handed over ten thousand rupees more. "Next time you call to book for a session you need to mention monthly package with IG Sandeep. They will be keeping your account. After three sessions you can ask for another IG if you want to experience something different. You can also share your fantasies and I will come prepared with required things to fulfil them." Sandy kissed her goodbye. "Goodbye Mam and excuse me for the comment regarding your daughter. Don't worry we have a code of conduct to follow. We don't touch minor girls and even for adults we need active consent to do anything. Otherwise our power to be invisible may be taken away." Shweta felt completely relieved and extremely glad to hear this. She wore her gown and opened the door to let him go out. She closed the door after few moments and headed for shower to wash away her 'carnal sins'. Shweta was surprised to note that she was not at all feeling guilty about the passionate and erotic experience. She thought she deserved the guilty pleasures and she was already planning what she will ask Sandy to do in future trysts. Invisible Girl It looked like it would be another long lonely year for Analia Thomas again this year. But if you looked on the outside you would think that everything was fine. She graduated with a 3.6 GPA from Southeastern University with a degree in International business, with three leads on possible oversea appointments in multi-million dollar firms. The girl had everything going for her, at least it seemed that way on the outside, but only Analia and her bestfriend courtney knew the truth. Analia was lonely. Up until her second semester of college Analia really didn't have anyone in her life that she would call a friend until she bumped into Courtney coming out of Freshman Comps. At first they didn't like each other, for one they were about as different as two people could be. On one hand Courtney was a peitie at a height of 5'3", with caramel color skin and long flowing hair, the kind of figure that would look good in almost of the designer wears. But on the other side of the spectrum, which Analia thought the "bigger" side of the spectrum stood her. She was taller than Courtney by about 3 inches. Where Courney's figure was the ideal of the magizines, Analia's was that of what people were trying to stay clear of. Well she wasn't that "big" maybe a size 20 or 18 depending on the maker of the clothes. She always felt well over weight around Courtney. But eventually after constant casual meetings that sparked up a friendship. Analia had just gotten back from one of her interviews from a firm based in New York when her cell phone rang. "Hey girl." It's Courtney of course who else would it be that would call her this late. "Hey" "Um, Lia, I have a little problem." Uh oh red lights going off. When Courtney has a problem it always somehow ends up with Analia having to do something with her or for her, or just plain here the problem be mentioned over and over again until she finally agrees to do it. "Okay what's the problem" "Well you that guy I've been dating for the past couple of weeks, right" "Yea, I think I remember" "Well he told me his cousins in town and he wanted to know if I had any fine girlfriends for his cousin to hang with while we out, you no like a double date." "So who are you thinking about asking? I think that Linda might be up for that, or maybe Sealia-" "I want to know if you would go—" "You have got to be kidding. Your boyfriend said fine friends, not fat friends, and beside I would hate to scare away your boyfriends guest, before he gets a good impression of you." "Oh will you stop." "Me stop hey I'm just looking out for my feelings, and I think it would save us a whole of embarrassing moments." "Plus I don't want to be like the fifth wheel, because I'm pretty sure that's how that guy will make me feel." "You don't know that, he might actually be a nice guy whos into the woman you are inside not the way you look." "Only someone who looks like you could make such a foolish statement." "What are you trying to say, I'm stupid are something." "No nothing like that but you have no idea what it is like to be me. For instance I saw how your boyfriend acted when you introduced us. He couldn't get away from me quick enough. He didn't was to have anyone think that he was dating the "fat girl", but that he was with the other." "Oh so that's why you left so abruptly." "I thought that I had stayed long enough so I left." "Well I don't care I think that you should come anyway, you might surprised." "If for nothing else at least come for the free drinks before dinner and if you find that you guys aren't getting along, by dinner then I guess I'll just assume when you go to the bathroom you aren't coming back." "Huhhh, girl you know how to work my nerves. And you know I have a hard time telling you no, but like I said I'm going to have to pass." "And you know that everytime you pass on the intial offer I keep asking you until you give in, so lets just cut that out. Were going out this Friday, and will meet you at the bar at 6. Nope scrath that I'm coming to pick you up, and we'll meet the guys at the bar. That way if you really really don't like him you can take my car home. Deal" "No." "Say deal." "No." "Say deal or I'll tell Linda that you were the one that ran over her mother's flowers instead of Reggie." "Okay, okay deal. I really need to just tell her, so you can't hold that over my head anymore." "Whatever you wanted to go in the first place you just need me to boost your ego first." "Whatever. Bye." "Bye." Analia hung up the phone feeling confused and elated at the same time. Courtney knew that Analia had never been on any dates or better yet been anyway intiment with the opposite sex, but yet instill she is trying to push me towards this. I wonder what her angle is, but I guess I'll just have to wait and see. Analia alittle bit longer about the prospect of her going on a real date, even if the date only last through drinks, but a real date no the less. The it hit her. "A REAL DATE." What was she going to do, oh well I guess it's time to do the worst thing in the world, go shopping. Oh gosh Analia thought I wonder where were going. She would call about that later right now she need to make a few appointments first. To be continued...