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Mari

By: Romeo Blue



I had known Mari for a while. I knew there was something there, some unmentioned electricity between the two of us. We just couldn't seem to get together. One of us always seemed to have a significant other. 

I had gotten to know her and her family pretty well and they accepted me as a friend, but lord, how I dreamed of Mari. Beautiful black hair, deep brown eyes and that body, oh that body. She had been a large girl when she was growing up, but now, at 18, she stood 5' 8" and her measurements were a stunning 38-22-36. She showed absolutely no signs of having been a big girl as a youth except in the fact that she still seemed to lack the confidence of a beautiful woman.

One night, after my friends and I had decided to go out and take advantage of the nightlife in my fair city I got a call from Mari. She had just broken up with her latest guy and just wanted to talk to someone. At this point I was more concerned that she wanted to talk to someone, she had other breakups in the time that I knew her and she never felt the need to confide in me about any of them. I asked if she wanted me to come over and she said she'd meet me at a park and we could talk there. I had my friends drop me off and take my car for the evening.

At the park I saw Mari sitting in her car waiting for me in the parking lot. As I walked over, Mari stepped out of her car and started walking towards me and I was flattened. She was wearing this black mini dress that seemed to me was probably just barely legal. It accented her beautiful breasts just right. She had on make-up, her hair was done and she looked like a million dollars. She walked up and gave me a hug to catcalls and whistles from my idiot friends. I shooed them away and again gave my full attention to this dream standing before me.

We stood outside of the car and just chatted for few minutes. As uncovered as she was I could see the cold of the evening was starting to get to her, the signs were visible. Her nipples were steadily growing harder as we spoke and though she tried to keep herself warm by wrapping her arms around herself, she didn't do anything to keep those rock hard nipples from my view.

I was having a little trouble keeping my own ever growing hardness from view and so asked if it would be okay if we sat down in the car. She gave the nod and we sat together in the car. 

It is here that things progressed to the wonderful place I had hoped to take Mari from the first moment I laid eyes on her.

We talked for a few minutes about relationships and all that and I confessed that I had wanted to be with her for as long as I've known her. She smiled, holding my hand and said that she had felt the same way. I leaned over and, lump in my throat, heart beating like a trip hammer, I kissed her for the first time. I was so lost in her kiss, in the softness of her lips and the warmth of her tongue that I failed to notice that she had pulled my hand to her and was slowly moving it up her leg to her thighs, then beyond.

It didn't take me long to realize what was happening. She had my hand pulled all the way up to her soft warm pussy, wet from the anticipation I guess, because wet it was, and warm. Her panties were drenched and I drenched them even more by running my middle finger up and down over her pussy lips, putting pressure on them and splitting them and over the panties slipping my fingers up inside just enough to get her moaning and make her cum. I pulled my fingers from her now dripping pussy and put my fingers into my mouth, licking that wet sticky juice from them. 

I then kissed her, deeper and harder than I had before. She pulled away and smiled, asking if that was her she was tasting. I said that it was and she looked down at her now uncovered pussy and said that she thought she tasted funny. I started kissing her and fingering her again and this time when I removed my fingers from inside of her, it wasn't my mouth I put my fingers into, it was hers. She licked them and sucked on them and again claimed that she thought she tasted funny, I removed my fingers from her grasp, licked them completely clean, looked her straight in her eye and said "No, you taste delicious".

At this point she stopped me and told me nobody would be home at her house at this point, that everyone was out and would be for the rest of the evening. We composed ourselves and drove to her house, quietly contemplating what lie ahead and exchanging quick knowing glances.

At her house, in her room, we undressed each other. We stood together and we kissed. We sat down on the bed and before we completely got into it, we talked. I asked her what she had experienced so far, sexually. She had never had anal sex, oral sex of any kind and was willing to try anything. Smiling an evil little smile I said simply, "Good, good".

We kissed and as we did, she started working her way down my body. She grasped my now rock hard cock in her hands and just rubbed her hands all over it, kissing the tip and leaving me the fleeting thought that, in her, I had found someone that just seemed to love dick. She claimed to have never done this before and asked if I could "instruct" her in the proper technique. I assured her she was doing fine, and then gave her the proper times, for me anyway, to change stroke. How to go from tongue bath to suction, when to lick the balls and to ensure that, when her tongue was elsewhere, her hands kept the feeling alive by stroking the cock itself. 

She amused me in the fact the after asking all these questions, she started by kissing it, licking it, then, in one fluid, "expert" motion, she sucked the whole of it into her throat. I smiled and simply let myself be into everything she was doing to me. It's amazing the joy a man feels while watching a beautiful woman's head bobbing up and down on your lap and seeing your dick disappear and reappear, wetter, thicker and redder with each motion.

Then it was my turn. I rolled her over onto her back and slowly kissed my way down her body. I spent lots more time than I needed to on her tits, but they were so beautiful. I took one after the other of her nipples into my mouth, sucked on them, nibbled on them and left gentle little bite marks all over them. I ran my tongue down to her belly button and darted my tongue in and out, circling it, then moving myself downward until I was home. I started by biting her thighs, gently enough to not hurt her, too bad, and hard enough to make sure she knew I was there. 

I ran my tongue all over her inner thighs and teased the hell out of her. I then put my tongue into her delicious pussy, tasting her. I nibbled on her clit like it was all that I needed to keep me alive. I buried myself deep in that pussy and didn't want for anything, oxygen included. She came, and came again as I fucked her pussy with my face. She then did something that drove me completely wild. After she came the second time, she pulled me up by my hair from her pussy and to her face. She had a fire in her eyes I had never seen there before and she said, very hotly, very unreservedly, "I want to taste me". I then sank into her kiss and my body sank into hers and we fucked like two animals in heat. I had no idea what being with her tonight meant, whether this meant we were a couple or what so I was determined to treat this like a one time event and just knock her ass out.

I put myself into her from every direction that I could, trying to just be as deep into her as I could. We changed position at least five times and each position change brought another orgasm from her and she was into it totally.

Then it happened, in that sixth position, doggy style, it happened. We were deep into it and I'm loving the way her ass looks, cheeks spread and my dick sliding in and out of that now swollen and dripping pussy. I pull her up and still inside her, ask if she'd like to try anal. I whispered into her ear that I would love to have that beautiful round ass. She said she was willing, IF I was gentle. I told her I'd take my time and try my best to make sure it was as pleasurable as possible. 

I keep my dick inside her pussy and I start rubbing her clit with my fingers. I get the juice all over my fingers and start working them into her tight virgin asshole. I get my middle finger really greased up and slide it in slowly, still pounding her pussy to excess and keeping her dripping. I start working my finger in deeper and faster and she starts moving more against my finger than my dick. I think she's starting to like this. I remove my middle finger and replace it with my thumb. I've thoroughly got it juiced and it slides in with a little work. I'm double fucking her all by myself and feeling more than a little pleased with myself. I take my thumb out and I slide my dick out of her totally drenched pussy and start rubbing my fat, swollen cock all around her asshole, getting her own juices and spreading them to make that hole that much easier to access. I start trying to get the head of my dick inside her asshole, slowly, kind of painfully almost, but definitely worth the effort. I rub more of her juice into the crack of her ass and continue to try to get just the head in. I ask her to relax some, to try to just get into it. 

I hear take a deep breath and I can feel her whole body relax. I keep my hand working on her pussy the whole time to try to help her look past the initial pain and discomfort. I give it a little pressure and I feel the head of my dick pop into her ass. I can feel her moving away from me, trying to make the pain stop. I slide in some more, she moans, I pull out and she relaxes. I work it for what seems like hours, just going in a touch deeper each time, then as I pull out a little, it seems she's growing more and more used to it. I hear her whimpering into her pillow, and I lean over and ask her if it feels okay. She's got tears in her eyes and a quiver in her throat and I feel a little bad about this. Then I say to her that she should look past the pain and feel the pleasure, that this can be one of the most pleasurable experiences she's ever had if she would just try to put the pain out of her mind and let the joy of the feeling wash over her. 

The transformation was amazing, I don't think I've ever seen anything like it. She closed her eyes like she was just closing off all the pain centers in her mind, the next thing I know, she's pushing that ass up against me with so much eagerness that I am using all my strength to keep myself on the bed. I'm pounding her ass like it's her pussy and she starts telling me to fuck her ass like I want to kill her, like she fucking stole something and I have to make her ass pay. I can still see the tear in her eye, but she's fucking me like this is her damned life's mission.

We go at it like that for a while and I can't take it anymore. I have to cum, I need the release. Her body would normally be enough to bring me to that place, but her willingness and her words just have me ready to explode. I cum into her ass with a powerful thrust forward that lays her flat on her stomach and lets my dick slide to it's hilt into her ass. She screams as she cums one last time tonight and I let myself go limp inside her ass. We lay together for a while and I wonder what the future has in store for the two of us.

Mari and Petra: The Run



Mari sat on the couch staring at the shimmering candles on the coffee table, the only source of light in the darkened living room. A flowery aroma of incense wafted in the air around her and she inhaled it deeply. Pulling the collar of her white chenille robe closer around her neck, she drew her legs up onto the cushions, curling them under her seat. She sighed again, trying to relax and distance herself from the tease of emotions whispering to her behind her ear.

Just forget about him, already. You made this choice, remember? This was for the best. 

She closed her eyes and dropped her head back and groaned, agitated. God, I wish I just had a body to hold onto right now.

Suddenly, Mari felt a light tap against her bare forehead. She opened her eyes, expecting to see the ceiling of the apartment. Instead, the crystalline blue eyes of her friend, mentor, and co-worker, Petra, blinked thoughtfully back down at her.

"Something the matter, sweety?" Petra asked through a sly white grin.

Mari remained unmoved, blankly gazing up towards her upside-down friend. "Can you get a knife?" she asked. She made a motion across her throat. "Just slit it across right here."

Petra clicked her tongue repeatedly, wagged her finger, and shook her head. "Oh no, no, no. Not on my lovely lambskin chaise, my dear," she insisted as she walked around from the back of the sofa. "Although I'm sure your blood is the most lovely shade of crimson, I've put a lot of effort and pored through far too many design magazines to attain the perfect living space. I believe a pool of red blood across grey natural leather would not get the Laura Day stamp of approval."

"Is that a no?" Mari asked.

Petra sat down beside her and offering her a tall flute glass of champagne. Tossing back her golden blonde hair, she winked and said, "You'll just have to commit hari kiri somewhere else."

Mari smirked and rolled her eyes. "I'll take that as stylish way of saying no rather than a knock on my heritage."

"Wouldn't think of it, Ms.Nakajima," Petra replied, holding up her glass.

"Thank-you for your thoughtfulness, Ms.Sundstrom," Mari replied. They clinked their glasses lightly together and took a sip. Mari scrunched her nose, the tingling bubbles tickling her tongue and upper lip. It tasted good. It felt good going down.

Petra shifted to her side and crossed her legs. She was taller than Mari but her robe, cherry red and luxurious, was the same length. Needless to say, more of her pearly white skin was on display. Mari quickly glanced up and around as she took another sip, avoiding the attractive exposure of her friend.

"Feeling good?" Petra asked.

Mari nodded. "Very much, yeah," she said, looking around Petra's elegant apartment, "The bath was great. Those salts you have made the water feel like heaven, like I was floating with the angels. Seriously."

"Nothing like pampering the skin once in a while," Petra said, smiling wistfully. As if without thought, she reached down and dragged her fingers gently up her long leg. "And it feels like you can leave all your troubles in the bath water when you're done."

"I see why you can be so relaxed and focused at the office," Mari acknowledged.

Petra turned her piercing eyes upon Mari. A sharp grin angled itself onto her long, angular face. "Mari, I have not begun to show you my bag of tricks for relaxing."

Mari smiled, at first cautiously then more with a hint of curiosity. "I guess I came to the right place then," she said.

With a gentle motion, Petra reached out and touched Mari's long black hair. Mari frowned slightly but maintained her smile as the other woman brushed her hair with her fingers. 

"Don't worry, dear," Petra cooed as she teased and stroked the fine strands of hair. She continued with that warm, Scandinavian-tinged voice of hers, "I've always taken good care of you, haven't I?"

Mari had already been feeling warm that night, what with the bath, the champagne, the candles. An unexpected surge from within just ramped up the heat. Her cheeks were flushed red highlighting the inner warmth she felt. Clearing her throat, she said, "Well, I've loved everything so far. What's next? What's the plan then?"

Petra regarded her for a moment longer then reached down to the coffee table to pick up a chocolate covered strawberry from a plate. She took a deliciously deliberate bite of the fresh fruit, her full red lips sucking in any drips of juice trying to escape and chewed slowly. Mari could literally see it sliding down Petra's gullet. She never wanted a strawberry so much in her life.

"Well," Petra began, counting off with her fingers, "We've had our fabulous dinner at Tangled. Put my whirlpool bath tub to work. Destroyed a bottle of champagne. We'll have some scandalous girl-talk in bed. Tomorrow, we pay for all this decadence with a hard, crack of dawn run through the ravine trail and then end with a spa and manicure down by the harbour front. Sounds good?"

Mari nodded enthusiastically. "Mm-hmm! More please," she giggled. She polished her glass of champagne off with one last, bold gulp. It fizzled down her throat like sparkles from a firecracker. She winced then laughed.

"Oh good show!" Petra applauded. She sighed and rested her head to the side on her hand. Smiling she said, "It's good to hear you laugh like that."

Staring down at her empty glass for a moment, Mari finally nodded once. She exhaled deeply and said, "It does feel good. Thanks to you."

Petra shrugged.

Still peering down to the bottom of the glass, Mari mused sadly, "God I really am alone now, aren't I?"

The older blonde woman shifted slightly in her seat, curling her legs in a little more, but she didn't say anything. She just continued silently contemplating her friend, listening carefully. 

"It seems silly, doesn't it?" Mari continued, "I'm the one who called it off, told Justin to leave. But I think I'm feeling more hurt than he does. It doesn't seem fair."

"It was the right thing to do," Petra remarked with a firm tongue, "It took a lot of courage for you to make a choice and I'm very proud of you."

Mari's eyes flitted momentarily towards Petra and smiled, caught off guard by a budding sense of personal accomplishment that her friend instilled in her. Petra had that magical way about her, never preaching or criticizing. She preferred to use encouragement to guide her rather than offer television show type advice. She was a strong woman and it was impossible not to find that sense of confidence inspiring or attractive. Certainly Mari found herself drawn to her and felt fortunate to be part of Petra's circle.

"Yeah...yeah," Mari sighed, "You're right. His fault for cheating on me. I deserve better."

"You certainly do," Petra acknowledged. She tipped her glass towards her lips, pausing to say, "Do you suppose I have a shot at Justin, now?"

Mari's mouth dropped, then curled into a smile as she watched Petra drink the remainder of the sparkling liquid from her glass. "Oh God! Don't say that, Petra!" she scolded playfully, swiping at her arm.

Petra cocked her finely trimmed brow. "I've been waiting to take a bite out of that apple-crisp ass of his for some time now," she mewed wickedly.

Mari looked up towards the ceiling and groaned, "Unbelievable! Uhh!"

Successfully haven broken up the cloudy mood, Petra giggled then waved her hands. "Oh please," Petra scoffed, "That man is not good enough to clean my panties with his teeth and neither is he for you, my dear. Besides I never do it with guys in the office and I have a list of asses like his the length of my arm in my on call file."

Mari laughed, "Oh, you've got to share that list with me, please! I'm in desperate need of a good, hot ass right now."

"Really?" Petra asked. She placed her glass on the table then returned to her seated position, facing Mari, hands folded together on her lap. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she added, "I'm not quite sure you'd be prepared to delve into Petra's Black Book." 

Mari tilted her head, interest clearly piqued. For a woman like Petra, she had an idea that her Black Book would be quite impressive. Feeling emboldened she asked, "Is that so? Why not?"

Petra grinned as if she were looking at an eager to please puppy. She shrugged and said, "Well, you do know that there are both men and women on that list?"

Mari stared back blankly towards her. Her mouth slightly ajar, she blinked once, twice, then said simply, "Oh."

"Do you mean you didn't suspect that at all?" Petra asked.

There was no doubt in Mari's mind from the earliest days when she got to know Petra that the distinctly alluring, sexy, brash way she carried herself in the office most likely translated into an exciting after hours lifestyle. Though she imagined Petra must have had a street length line up of men at her doorstep, Mari never heard any of the men at the office boasting of any trysts with the striking blonde. Despite that, the woman still oozed of a certain wild, mysterious sexuality.

"No, not really," Mari replied realizing she suddenly had trouble convincing herself of that.

Petra glanced down and away, arching her brows upward.

"I...I mean," Mari said then stopped. What did mean? "That is...it's alright with me. It's fine. Uh...not that you need my permission."

Petra grinned and chuckled to herself, enjoying how the younger woman fumbled over her thoughts and words. "Well, that's good," she giggled, "Thank you."

Mari blushed and shook her head, embarrassed by what she had said. She looked toward Petra, seated beside her. Of course it shouldn't have been a surprise that women would be attracted to her just as much as men. If she thought about it hard enough, ran through the times she was with Petra at work or in restaurants and shops, or out on the streets, she could probably recall her turning the heads of both men and women alike.

Lucky her that she was able to appreciate and indulge in the experiences on both sides of the fence. 

The two women sat on the sofa, a stifling air of silence hanging between them suddenly, or at least, that's how Mari felt. Petra was content to let the younger woman think this through.

Images and sensations suddenly started to creep through Mari's hyper-stimulated head. Damn that champagne and sea salt bath. Every sense of hers seemed to be in overdrive and the heady smell of incense didn't help matters much at all. She realized she was staring down at Petra's bare leg, her white thighs peeking under her short robe. Her eyes skittered away and tried to refocus on the candles.

She didn't know why she was feeling like this. Just because Petra had revealed her sexual nature to her didn't mean she had any interests or intentions towards her other than being a very good friend. 

Mari closed her eyes and grimaced, feeling ridiculous. She spun the notions through her mind and finally looked up toward Petra. "I really am grateful that you've spent time with me...on a Friday night, yet!" she said, "I'm sure I put a crimp in your social calendar."

Petra smiled and leaned forward in her seat. She placed an assured, velvety soft hand on top of Mari's. Her blue eyes seemed to reflect a cool blue lake as she said, "Mari, dear, I'd clear my slate for an entire month if you asked me to."

That warm, easy feeling swelled within Mari once more. She smiled back and curled her hands around Petra's receiving her friend's kindness and tenderness.

Then Petra's eyes widened as she added, "Then you wouldn't see me for another month as I go into seclusion fucking the brains out of anything that crossed my path."

The living room crackled with their laughter. Mari leaned forward and gave her friend a big hug which Petra warmly accepted. 

"Thanks, Petra," Mari whispered, still holding her. She inhaled the sweet fragrance of Petra's soft hair. She liked it very much.

"Anytime, sweety," Petra replied, massaging the small of Mari's back and her neck. 

Mari felt the slightest pressure against her back as Petra pulled her in. She didn't pull away, embracing her friend more closely, still indulging in the sumptuous feel of her robe, her radiant warmth, and her intoxicating scent. Focusing her heightened senses, she could feel Petra's heart beat against her bosom. It felt good to be in someone's arms, in Petra's arms.

Finally, it was Petra who leaned back, moving away from the embrace. She gingerly pulled away long strands of black hair that had fallen across Mari's blushing face. She revealed a vulnerable, anxious young woman, her attractive, almond crescent eyes blinking uneasily at her. 

Petra leaned forward again, angled her lips towards Mari and kissed her softly.

Mari saw her red, glossy lips towards her, watched them part slightly before they touched hers. She didn't move though, didn't back away. She knew she was trembling inside, hoped that it didn't make its way to the surface.

What was only a few seconds felt like minutes but finally Petra moved back, the gentlest, crisp "smack" sound as their lips parted. She sat back and again simply let the thoughts and sensations sink into the younger woman.

Mari's small pink lips stayed apart as she sat unmoving in her seat. She was hoping the flickering glow of dying candles and the hair hanging over forehead was hiding the blank look in her eyes. With great effort, she managed to find a voice and whisper, "Petra...I don't think I can..." She trailed off, losing her train of thought.

Petra smiled softly. "You must be tired," she said, her voice a caressing touch. She stood up from the sofa and stepped away. "Why don't you go to be already, sleep off the champagne and the bath."

The ceiling lights flicked on. Mari squinted, adjusting her eyes to the brightness. The living room suddenly seemed bigger, not so intimate. Petra returned and started to gather things from the table.

Mari watched her for a second before her head kicked in again. "Let me help you with that," she offered.

Petra shook her head. "Go on to bed already, Mari," she gently insisted, "I'll clean up the glasses and dishes. We'll skip the girl-talk this evening. You should rest up. We have that run to do tomorrow, right?"

"Oh. Oh yeah," Mari said, nodding. She stood up and tightened the sash of her robe. "Thanks again, Petra."

Petra shook her head. "My pleasure, sweety," she replied, "Go to sleep. I'll join you in a bit. Good night."

"Good night." Mari hesitated, watching Petra go into the kitchen, then walked to the bedroom.

Mari hung up her robe then slid under the smooth, satiny sheets. Her slender body seemed to be adrift along the king-size mattress and amongst the billowy pillows but they soon cradled her nicely as she curled herself underneath the toasty blanket. 

Despite the comforting feel of the bed, however, she found it difficult to even close her eyes, let alone fall asleep. She was suddenly aware of her racing pulse, her unsteady breaths, and most notably, her vivid, lingering thoughts. During the brief moment of her kiss, thoughts flashed in her head. To be certain, there was doubt there. More pointedly, however, there was curiousity...and other undeniably sensuous, illicit, wanton sensations she had never experienced before. And she was very unsure about exploring them. 

For several minutes, Mari lay there in the dark save for the dim light of a bedside lamp. She listened to the clink of some dishes, the running faucet, Petra's steps around the apartment. She tried to will herself to sleep before Petra came to bed. Yet, only when she heard her enter the room did she force her eyes shut and steady her breath to a rhythm that resembled sleep.

She listened to Petra slide into the bed beside her, feeling the assuring warmth of her body even though they never touched. The bed side lamp was turned off and Petra moved around under the sheets for a moment then stopped. After a few minutes, Mari could hear her soft, wispy breaths as she fell into a deep, sumptuous slumber. 

Mari didn't know how long she stayed awake after Petra had fallen asleep.

* * * * * * *

The next morning, Mari and Petra awoke with little acknowledgement of the previous night other than how good dinner was and how much Mari needed an evening like that to relax and forget about things. After a light breakfast of toast with peanut butter, bananas, and coffee, they slipped into their running gear. Both of them wore the minimal athletic attire: form-fitting micro fibre shorts and sports halter top, Mari in black, Petra in smoke grey. They both tied their long hair into pony tails and sported visors. 

The plan had been to wake up early to avoid the summer heat. However, even down by the ravine trail outside of Petra's apartment building, it already felt clammy and humid. 

As they walked and stretched along the path for the first few minutes, Mari looked up at the sky. It was shrouded with folds and rolls the underbelly of dark grey clouds. They looked ominous and heavy.

"So we're going to the picnic area at the top of the hill in the conservation park, right?" Petra asked.

"Think this is a good idea?" Mari asked, still gazing at the sky warily. 

Petra fluttered her lips and smirked. "I thought you were the runner girl?" she teased, "Doing those races of yours through sun, sleet, snow, and hail?"

Mari eyed her. "That's mailmen."

"You're the one who does this as a regular hobby, sweety," Petra reminded her, "I'm just a casual athlete."

Mari gave her the once over, unconvinced. There was nothing 'casual' about Petra's figure. She played tennis, swam, cycled, and danced every weekend as if the world was going to end on Monday. The woman was a svelte, attractively constructed machine. Mari knew that she herself filled out her running attire very nicely but Petra was simply at another stratosphere in hers.

"So are we going to do this or do we go back to my apartment and watch Julia Roberts movies all day?" Petra asked.

Mari chuckled. "Let's go."

The early morning start, the heat, and the angry clouds above probably had something to do with how empty the ravine trail was as they ran. The number of other people they encountered along their jog to the park could have been counted on two of their hands.

It was the heat that was most problematic at the moment. As they ran along the winding, up-and-down paths of the trail, it didn't take long for a thin sheen of perspiration to settle upon their skin. Soon they were both reaching for their waist-side water bottles. 

Mari possessed a nice, graceful running form and settled into a good breathing rhythm. On most days, when she hit her stride, everyday thoughts would fall away during her run and she would often lose her sense of time and space. 

Not today. 

She hadn't slept very well the night before. She had been thinking about Petra, recalling the feel of their embrace and the kiss that they shared. It hadn't upset her. That may have been the problem. She wasn't upset by it at all. The kiss had been so tender, so genuine. It was unmistakably affectionate. Was there something more to it?

Mari blinked. Her pace had dropped off. She shook her head and picked up her speed, trying to shake away her thoughts.

Petra was aware of the sudden erratic rhythm of Mari's pace. The shorter woman had fallen silent as well as they ran. 

"Did you sleep okay last night?" Petra asked.

"Hmm? Oh yeah," Mari replied, "Slept well."

"Are you sure?" 

Mari frowned. "I'm sure. Why?"

"Your stride's all off," Petra said, "It's like you've got tired legs."

"Oh really?" Mari smirked. 

"Mm-hmm." Petra nodded. She continued to tease, "Think someone a bit too much lamb shank and champagne last night. A little too spoiled were we?"

"Ha!" Mari scoffed, "Just because you're all Swedish Amazon and stuff, don't think these shorter, tired legs couldn't run you into the ground!"




Mari and Petra: The Run



"Oh, is that a challenge I hear?" Petra asked, delighting in the fiery retort of her friend.

"Bring it on, 'sweety'," Mari sniped.

Petra nodded ahead. "Two more kilometres to the picnic area. Last one there treats the winner."

"Treats for what?"

Petra bumped her shoulder gently. "Whatever the winner wants, dear."

Mari turned her head toward Petra. The taller woman's blue eyes and slight grin were set upon her.

Narrowing her eyes toward the trail, Mari said, "You're on."

Instantly, the two of them broke into a swift sprint. At first, Petra's long legs gave her a slight advantage but she was quickly matched by Mari's natural running form, a form the taller woman held noticeable appreciation toward. 

A crackle of thunder rumbled across the sky.

Further extending themselves, their breathing and subtle gasps became more audible within the eerie vacuum created by the overhanging trees and heavy, humid air. 

As they continued their race along the trail, the first drops of rain fell from the heavy clouds above. Neither paid much notice to them. They were already both dripping wet from perspiration. 

Mari continued to breath through her nose as long as she could, but as Petra began to overtake her she shifted into a higher gear and quickly, her jaw went slack as she tried to take in more oxygen. Lengthening her strides, she soon regained the lead as they hit the base of the hill that lead up to the park.

The hill, used during the winter as a training slope for skiing, wasn't that high but it was steep with lengthy, slippery strands of grass covering it. It was a challenging obstacle at the best of times. Ten metres up and the sky roared with thunder and finally just opened up and dumped blankets of rain upon the hill and the two women trying to scale it.

Mari and Petra ignored the heavy dollops of rain hitting them and the angry shouts of thunder above them. Their pace slowed to a crawl as they trudged their way up the hill. Both of them gasped for air as their muscles burned and their hearts exploded like bombs inside their chests. A voracious sense of competition had swept them up and they grit their teeth to claw and pull their way up along the slippery slope with their feet and hands. 

Petra watched as Mari pulled ahead of her. The shorter woman's round bottom flexed and shifted, her toned leg muscles lengthening then tightening as she struggled up that hill. She was a most appealing sight of dogged determination despite the torture test they were putting themselves through.

Less than a quarter of the climb to go and the hill had softened from the rain, the soil turning into a mud slick. Their hands, arms, legs and shoes were covered in wet, brown earth. Suddenly Mari's foot slipped out from under her and she flattened out onto the ground with a grunt, "Umpff!"

As Mari struggled to regain her footing, Petra pulled past her. Just as she got ahead of her though, she stopped and looked back, watching her friend's efforts to get back onto her feet. 

"Come on, Mari," she urged, "You can do this!"

Mari grunted and strained on the slope.

Petra held out her hand. "Come on!"

Mari took it without hesitation, immediately feeling a strong tug as she did. With a combined effort, Petra managed to get her back up and the two resumed their race up the hill. 

Once at the top, they should have collapsed. That's what their muscles and hearts told them to do, pleaded with them to do. But they barely stumbled forward for two steps --a pause to glance at one another-- before they broke into a sprint towards the picnic area. It would have been an amazing sight if anyone had been there, two attractive women in full stride running in the torrential downpour, feet splashing through muddy puddles -- not that either would have noticed anyone else other than each other.

From the hill, Mari had managed to regain the lead. Her heart thrummed and she could barely see through the relentless rainfall. Yet, even as the clouds continued to erupt above them, she suddenly felt so spirited and alive that she almost felt like laughing if she could only draw enough breath to do so. 

Petra watched as Mari pull ahead by a couple of metres. The picnic area was only 50 metres away now. As if pushing a mental button, a surge ripped through her legs. She pumped her arms faster. 

Out of the corner of her eye, Mari saw Petra overtake her. She broke her form completely, trying desperately to keep up. There wasn't even time to breath anymore. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped as she reached for whatever reserves she had left.

"Nyahhh!" she screamed, pumping her legs and arms as fast as she could.

Petra slapped her hand down on the first picnic table with a loud, satisfied groan. 

Within tenths of a second, Mari stumbled into her, also groaning aloud. The two of them nearly fell over backwards but they managed to keep each other standing for a moment before slowly kneeling onto the ground.

Facing one another, their arms still holding on, they breathed and coughed hard, sucking in just as much rain water as air, unable to speak. Kneeling in a cool puddle on the grass they gazed at each other. After a moment, Mari managed to gasp out a chuckle. Petra grinned. Mari's chuckle steadily grew into full on laughing fit and Petra joined in. 

The blonde woman looked up towards the sky and felt the rain sweep over her face. The look of joy was infectious and Mari imitated her, raising her head up and laughing at Heaven, "Oh my God! This is insane!"

The sky flashed a jagged rope of lightning, instantly chased by a boom of thunder.

"Oh shit!" Mari jumped, curling against Petra. "I think I made someone angry!"

Petra let out another spirited laugh and held Mari back at her shoulders. Through the rain, she offered a glowing, tight lipped smile to her younger friend. Without another word, she moved forward and pressed her mouth over Mari's.

Mari held her breath, her body tensing, her dark eyes widening. She felt Petra's soft lips mesh against hers with a bold, passionate kiss. 

Petra leaned back slightly, flicking her tongue against Mari's upper lip before moving in again with another forceful kiss, strong enough that Mari was pushed back. She didn't break away from the kiss though. She couldn't think straight enough, fast enough, to do so.

It was Petra who pulled back again, sitting back on her heels. She held Mari's hands and looked at her like a cat who had just found a shiny, new toy to play with.

Mari opened her mouth to say something. All that came out was, "Petra..."

Petra rolled up onto her feet and stood. She stepped backwards pulling Mari up. "Come," she beckoned.

"Where...where are we going?" Mari asked, stumbling through the wet grass as she was pulled along. She had forgotten how much her legs ached.

"Just come," Petra said.

She led her quickly through the empty park to another part with a covered picnic area. It was flimsy shelter at best, with streams of water falling through cracks in the leaky roof. Despite the rain, the air was still warm and thick under the dark shelter. 

With confident, fluid motions, Petra guided the bewildered Mari to a table, spun her around, and backed her against the edge. She stood tall a foot in front of her, breathing hard through a sharp grin. 

"Wh-what are we doing here?" Mari asked, feeling a lump in her throat. She needed to swallow, but couldn't quite managed it.

Petra flipped off her visor and quickly undid her ponytail, her damp, darkened blonde locks dropping down her back. She reached out and caressed Mari's cheek gently. With her other hand, she pulled up the bottom of her athletic top, lifting it above her bosom, freeing her ample breasts. 

Mari pushed her backside up hard against the edge of the table, trying to back away from her friend. Eyes never leaving Petra's, she shook her head hesitantly and muttered, "I don't...I haven't done anything like this before."

Petra gathered up Mari's hands once more. She raised them up and pressed them against her curvy, round breasts, massaging them with rolling circles. To her sheer delight, she could feel the tremble in Mari's palms and fingers along her broad, stiffening nipples.

The younger woman watched her own hands fondle Petra's soft breasts, mesmerized. Even after Petra released one of her hands to reach around the back of her neck, she continued to press her hands in circles around them unable to stop herself. 

"Mari dear," Petra breathed, tickling the wet hairs at the back of Mari's neck, "Didn't I say I would always take care of you?"

With that, she moved forward once more locking her luscious lips against Mari's, lolling her head and gently prying open the young woman's mouth. 

Mari's eyes remained open, watching the look of sultry satisfaction in Petra's beautiful face. She felt her tongue glide into her mouth, flicking and licking rapidly and entwining with her own. Just as when they were running hard, her chest rose and fell quickly as she tried to steady her breaths. 

She needed to think.

But she didn't want to think.

It was easier not to, especially when she felt Petra peeling her rain soaked top up past her neck over her head, knocking off her visor to the floor. It was warm under the shelter but her bare breasts trembled, beads of sweat and rain mingling and leaving shimmering trails of dew running down past her tight belly. Instinctively, her hands and arms moved up to cover herself, but Petra stopped her, shaking her head. Mari's hands dropped to her sides.

Petra moved on the opportunity to sample Mari's pert, chestnut coloured nipples, circling them several times before giving them a playful flick of her tongue. She blew a stiff stream of air against them, eliciting a shudder and an exquisite, kitten-like groan from Mari. Taking long indulgent licks around the sides and the soft under curves of her breasts, she tasted the salty perspiration and the cooling rain water on Mari's flesh. Then she enveloped her nipple with her plush lips, sucking and savouring it with zeal.

Mari had braced one arm behind her against the table top. The other she held at her forehead, almost feeling the temperature rise within her. She sucked in the warm air through her gaping mouth, releasing it in raspy, strained groans. Petra's nimble tongue and lips were breaking her down fast. 

Petra's mouth met hers again. This time Mari matched the undulating motions of her lips, flicking her tongue out, exchanging hot breaths. Her body was still quivering, her mind still in frenzy, yet she had no time to think if this was right, all she knew was that it felt so good. 

Petra stood tall, raising her lovely, full breasts before Mari. Mari chewed her lower lip as she gazed at them, touching them again hesitantly, briefly. She felt Petra's hand at the back of her head, slowly easing her forward. With a lick of her lips, she opened wide and pressed her mouth over one of Petra's silver dollar sized nipples. Always looking up anxiously towards Petra's welcoming eyes, she felt the little bumps along her nipples and pressed her tongue against the stiff tip. Petra's breast felt so supple against her lips. She dragged her tongue around the smooth skin, painting it with her saliva. Within moments her appetite was whetted and she quickly moved back and forth between both voluptuous breasts, wanting to inhale them simultaneously. While she tasted one with her mouth, she greedily fondled the other with her hand.

Petra gently stroked Mari's hair while the young woman indulged in her breasts. She undid her ponytail brushing the wet, tangled black strands down her back between her shoulder blades. She smiled down in appreciation of Mari's sensual efforts.

The rain continued to crackle and pop as it struck the ground and roof of the picnic shelter. A cooler air slowly but steadily began to move through, but their heat was still mounting.

Their mouths met once more, folding their lips together over and over. Petra explored Mari's mouth, chin, and neck with her lips, then she took hold of her hips. 

Mari could feel her guiding her up onto the picnic table, seating her on the edge. The look of nervous hesitation reappeared on her face as Petra hooked the waist sides of her shorts and slowly pulled them down. Mari twitched an anxious smile trying to match the confident, unhindered look of Petra.

Petra took her time, gently encouraging Mari to wriggle her hips to get the wet, clingy shorts down to her thighs. From there, she slid them down the light-amber legs of her friend, pulling them over her running shoes. She remained crouching down looking up at Mari with a wicked smile, her hands massaging up and down her friend's toned thighs. Like her, Mari was clean shaven, the delicate line of her slit exposed, a thing of tempting beauty.

Mari gazed down at Petra, conflicted. There was admiration in the older woman's face, an appreciation for her body which she had never expected. There was a look of patience which she had never seen in a lover before. And there was also a lascivious, relentless look of desire from Petra as well. It unnerved Mari greatly and she shifted uneasily as she watched Petra casually move in between her thighs.

Petra continued to stroke and tickle her inner thighs with her fingers and then her lips and tongue, ever moving forward towards Mari's prize. An inch away, she smiled --almost giggling-- then flicked her tongue out.

Mari shuddered and flinched at Petra's first touch. She did so again the second and third time she felt her friend's tongue slip up along her sensitive slit. She could feel her body clench and she sucked in her lips, restraining her voice to an inner moan. 

After a few more flicks, Petra felt that was enough teasing, enough sampling. She had a taste of Mari. Now she wanted more. She pressed her fingers against her slit, circling and massaging it gently yet swiftly. Hearing the stifled moans of Mari, she looked up to see her face tight and frowning, trying to control herself. Petra grinned again, reveling in her reaction. Then she spread her fingers apart, blossoming Mari's bud, revealing her inner pink delights. Without further coaxing, Petra's tongue went to work.

"Uh-uhn!" Mari groaned aloud, unable to hold it in anymore, as she felt the full length of Petra's tongue press against her, sliding indulgently against her trembling inner flesh. She shifted her hips and turned her head aside, her eyes shut as she nipped at her own shoulder. Feeling Petra's strong, nimble tongue wriggle inside of her, she gasped and moaned sharply unable to regain a steady breath. 

All the while her tongue worked Mari's dripping petals, Petra smiled, enjoying the taste and feel and reactions of her friend. She leaned back for a moment and licked and sucked on two of her fingers like lollipops, moistening them. They joined her tongue when she resumed her deep exploration of Mari. Her fingers sank between Mari's slit, into her damp, soft hole and stroked in and out gently, while her tongue and lips engaged the young woman's quivering clit.

"Oh! Oh God!" Mari tossed her head back and groaned, her call of ecstasy drowning out the constant patter of the rain. 

Hearing the vocal satisfaction of Mari drove Petra on. Her tongue swirled and flicked ceaselessly. Her fingers thrust in and out with heated zeal. Her lips and teeth nipped playfully. Mari's legs slowly but steadily parted giving her clear access and she ceased that opening with skill and determination. As she went on, she was aware of how hot and bothered she herself was feeling. Crouched down, she slid her free hand under the waistband of her shorts and rubbed her fingers against her slit, feeling the dampness there. Her own touch and her pleasuring of Mari sent an electric ripple of excitement up her belly to the tips of her bare breasts and up her neck. She gasped a long, hot moan, "Ahh-uhhn!" 

Mari's toes curled and her tummy tightened and twitched. She knew the taxed muscles in her legs were going to give her hell after all of this was said and done, but she really didn't give a damn at the moment. She mustered whatever control she had over her body and stroked the top of Petra's head, a wordless acknowledgment and appreciation for her friend's lustful efforts. 

"Ah God! Yeah," she gasped, "Uhn! Petra!"

Petra worked with fervid determination now. A deepening frown crossed her brow, the smile on her lips gone. Her heart was racing and her gasps were unsteady and sharp. She loved the sensation of pleasuring Mari, the feel, the taste. The underlying hesitancy, the little tentative twitches that were so sweet at the beginning had fallen away to unapologetic and flagrant calls for more, more, and more. It made her horny as hell and doubled her efforts for her own stimulation, working her fingers like pistons within and along her own tingling pussy.

Mari's arms were buckling. She shifted and adjusted them to no avail and she leaned back further onto the table, settling onto her elbows. Her eyes rolled back as she blinked and fluttered her dark lashes. Her moans and groans were constant now, tossed all around the picnic area with abandon. Even the rain outside seemed to give up against her torrid cries, finally easing after the flash storm. 

"Ah! Ah! Ah-AHN!" Mari cried out to the ceiling, feeling an uncontrollable surge flow through her. 

Petra caught her initial spurt on her mouth and cheek. She leaned back, still pumping her fingers rigorously as Mari came with a drenching orgasm over her hand and forearm. Her skin glistened with Mari's wetness.

"Ooh, sweety," Petra cooed through clenched teeth. She continued to stroke her fingers into Mari as she vigorously pleasured herself underneath her shorts, a large damp spot appearing around the crotch of the grey material. 

Mari flattened her back against the table still feeling the tingle of excitement incited by Petra's actions, still dripping her juices over her friend. She suddenly felt Petra clench her teeth against her inner thigh.

"Uh-UNN!" Petra groaned and frowned, nipping at Mari's flesh. A wave from within splashed over her fingers, soaking through her shorts, making a beautiful mess below. It was a wonderful rush. As she continued to flow, she returned to licking Mari's drenched slit as if to slake her thirst.

They both gave their bodies release, feeling the ache from the run and from their sexual indulgences slowly creep through them. They groaned softly, deliciously. Petra's wet hand slid out from under her shorts and wrapped around her breasts, pulling at her taut nipples. Mari did the same, writhing on the table slowly as she rubbed her own swollen breasts with one hand, the other at her mouth, nipping at her finger.

Mari's eyes were closed. Her other senses kicked in, notably the sounds of the dying rain and hers and Petra's softening gasps. She could smell a pungent sweetness in the air. Just as she wet her lips, she felt Petra move over her. She opened her eyes and saw her beautiful blue-eyed friend and lover looking down at her, her trademark, cut-glass smile showing.

Petra lowered two fingers into Mari's open mouth. She obediently sucked on them, tasting an unfamiliar flavour laced upon them.

"That's me," Petra said, grinning. She pulled out those fingers and replaced them with the ones on her other hand. "And that's you."

Mari slinked her tongue around Petra's fingers then closed her lips upon them, sucking hungrily, tasting herself for the first time.

When those fingers withdrew, they joined in a long, passionate kiss, hot enough to burn away the last droplets of rain upon their skin.

* * * * * * *

They stood on the sidewalk just on the outside of the park. The city street was about as far as either of them could make it with their muscles punishing them for not cooling down properly after the hard run and then over-exerting them again in the picnic shelter. There was no way they were going to be able to run back to Petra's apartment.




Mari and Petra: The Run



It took awhile to hail a cab on the early morning, rain covered streets, but one finally appeared in the distance.

"How are we going to pay for this?" Mari asked. "Did you bring any money with you?"

Petra shook her head. Grinning, she shrugged and said, "We'll have to rely on the kindness of strangers, I suppose." 

Mari couldn't help but smile. She had been quiet as they walked through the park, feeling a little unsettled by what had occurred. She couldn't deny how good it felt, though. Now, as they headed back, she felt more at ease and, she could dare say, even a bit curious about what could happen next.

As the cab pulled up and they climbed in, Mari said, "I'm looking forward to the spa."

After closing the door, Petra shook her head again. "Let's skip the spa," she said. She told her address to the driver.

Mari looked at her, little disappointed. "Skip the spa? Why?"

Petra gazed out the window, smiling to herself. "I won the race, didn't I? Or did you forget about that?"

Mari rolled her eyes. "No, I didn't forget," she remarked, "I was going to treat for the spa."

Petra held up a finger. "It was winner's choice, if you recall."

Mari grinned but frowned, curious. "So what do you want?"

Petra turned and blinked her bold, blue eyes once slowly. The curl on her lips deepened. "I'll claim it when we get home, sweety."

With that, she leaned across the seat and kissed Mari as the cab drove down the early morning streets.

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More stories to come with Mari and Petra...



Mari and the Masseur



Arriving on time at the downtown high-rise, she located his listing and buzzed his apartment. The harsh snap of the door latch unlocking made her jump, but she soon had the presence of mind to push the door open, and walk through. As Mari waited in the lobby for the elevator up to the top floor, she was starting to have second thoughts about this whole adventure.

Her best friend had talked her into having a massage session. June was Mari's closest friend and confidante about all things, including the ups and downs of life, especially their two decades of married life with their respective husbands. It took quite a bit of convincing from June that Mari would be assured a perfectly relaxing, pleasant time. She had already met John at one of June's parties, and had spent quite a bit of time at that party chatting with him. He seemed so open, interesting, and generally great to converse with. She also found him physically attractive for a slightly older man, and he was definitely worth meeting again, although June's arrangement to meet him for a massage was maybe a bit too wild. Nevertheless, she resolved, after a lot of convincing by June, that it would be fun.

The elevator opened, and she entered. It started its slow ascent, with Mari its only occupant. The elevator seemed to take forever, giving Mari time to think collectively about troubles at work, with kids, with relatives, ... 

As the door slowly rolled open at the top floor, she sighed deeply, and had resolved she was going to put all those problems aside, and have a good time. June had assured her John was very safe and very skilled. Besides, Mari knew how nice he was from the first time they met. Mari, being somewhat modest, was however a little concerned about being practically naked in the presence of a strange male, whether he was a professional or not (As you would expect, she consciously chose female physicians wherever possible, because of her modesty). 

But June had assured Mari "Everything will be covered." Mari thought it very odd, though, how June said this with a strange smirk on her face. When Mari continued to show some doubt, June said, "Oh go ahead and enjoy your self for goodness' sake! How often to you get to put aside all your troubles for two hours to just enjoy being alive?"

"Two hours!? Isn't that a long time? " Mari asked, even though the thought of being with John again was intriguing to her. 

"Believe me, it will go by like no time, and you will find yourself wanting more. I am arranging this for you because I am your friend and I know you need this." Mari recalled these words as she left the elevator, to further reassure her self that June was probably right.

She lightly rapped at John's door. Shortly, it quietly opened. John stood half behind the door and said, "Please, come in". His voice sounded warm and inviting, and Mari's impression of him as she walked past him was that he was better looking than she could remember from the party. Mari walked by him, giving him a sideways glance and smile. While passing him in the front hall, she noted the subtle scent of aftershave, possibly British Sterling, her favorite. She walked to the center of the apartment and gave a quick look around, but wanted badly to turn back to check out John more carefully.

John had been quietly studying her as she made her way into the apartment, and was still holding the door open and studying her when she stopped and turned. As her eyes met his, he slowly shut the door, walked to her, and took her hand. He did not really shake her hand so much as hold it tenderly, as he thanked her for the opportunity to see her again. Mari felt a slight rush as he held her hand for a few extra seconds. 

Before she could sit down, he offered her a glass of wine. "Would you like some German white? It's a QMP, and not too sweet." 

"...Yes, please." Mari was impressed that he seemed to know what she liked in wine. He handed her a fairly large glass, and then invited her to sit on the leather sofa off to one side while he made some preparations.

As he arranged some towels, massage oils, and other items, he spoke with her, asking her more about her job and home life. She was beginning to relax, partly from the wine that seemed to be going down easily, and partly from his seductive sounding voice. She found herself admiring his physique as they talked. 

Sometimes, he would ask very specific questions about her hobbies, activities, and work environment, so he could determine where she was likely to benefit most from his touch. He also was interested in the things causing stress or unhappiness in her life, and Mari surprised herself by admitting her marriage was "not all that perfect." 

He paused for a moment at that comment, then asked, "Has the passion died in your marriage?" His gaze was piercing, causing Mari to momentarily freeze before she could answer.

"Well ... we still love each other, it's just ..." Her words tailed off, as she looked out the window.

"You make love infrequently, maybe only once a week or less, and it never lasts more than fifteen minutes."

Mari stared back at him with a look of surprise. Then she looked down at her feet in shame. She wondered how he could know that.

Sympathetically, he said, "I'm sorry. I am only asking because it is important for me to know as much about you as possible ... if I am to give you a good massage ... in the short time we have together."

Mari relaxed, realizing she was seeing this guy in a somewhat professional setting, just this one time. As she looked up at him, he gave her a subtle little grin. This relaxed her further, and she confided with a smile, "Ten minutes ... twice a month ... maybe."

Without further comment, he came to her, and offered a hand to help her to her feet. He led her over to the table, explaining that he wanted her on her front to begin with. He pointed out where she could deposit her clothes as he walked toward the kitchen. Suddenly, Mari remembered she would have to disrobe. "Umm ... is there somewhere I could get changed?"

"I will be in the kitchen, and I promise not to look or come out until you say it's OK. There is a towel you can use over there." As he said this, he lowered the lights and put on some soft sensuous background music.

"Sorry...I haven't done this before...I mean had a massage...and I guess I am a little nervous..."

"Don't worry... everything will be covered." His last words were very soothing, reassuring, as he disappeared from the room. Mari again recalled June saying those same words to her, and again thought it odd.

She heard him making noises in the kitchen, so she quickly disrobed, folding and stacking her clothes carefully. The towel on the massage table seemed awfully small. She would have to leave something uncovered if she was not lying on her front, but she thought "I better just accept I am going to be somewhat exposed. In fact, the thought of John, such an attractive, articulate, and sensitive man seeing her naked was starting to thrill her. It was a little dangerous, exciting.

She carefully mounted the table, laid a towel John had left over her buttocks, and stretched out flat. The initial chill of the table against her skin heightened her awareness of her nakedness, but she was also hot from the anticipation of having John lay his hands on her. She lay down for some time, relaxing her body, but allowing her active mind to wander...

"Are you ready?" he called. She was thinking erotic thoughts when his question snapped her back to reality.

"Yes, OK."

He walked in as she lay across the table, facing away from him, with eyes closed. She heard his approach, inhaled his aftershave once again, and sighed quietly as she began to think more nice thoughts about his hands touching her. 

His first touch was to her shoulder blades. She was instantly pleased by the warmth and soft strength of his hands. He spoke reassuringly to her about what he was doing, since she had said a massage was something new to her. He kneaded her slowly, carefully with his full hands, making sure he always kept one hand in contact with her smooth skin continuously. The feeling and the subtle scent of the massage oil he had warmed and applied to her was intoxicating, his hands would glide over her and press so perfectly into her muscles.

John found it difficult to concentrate on his task. He had given many massages before, but not to someone as attractive as Mari. He had become enamored of her since they had met at June's party, and June had consented to his request to try to arrange another meeting. He thought himself already incredibly fortunate that Mari had been talked into a massage. Still, he had to try to concentrate on being professional, detached, even though he could already feel the blood collecting in his lower abdomen.

Mari was enjoying herself. To her, John seemed to have a wonderful touch -- firm at times, but just right. Any slight discomfort she felt from his attention to a new area of tense muscles quickly melted into the most pleasant warm feeling of relief. In particular, he found that little painful spot under her shoulder blade, and worked on it starting form her neck downward. He explained how her neck was probably sore from using a telephone and computer workstation most of the day, and how the shoulder blade was the lower terminus of the neck muscle that was over-worked, and in need of some attention. 

"Whatever, just don't stop" Mari thought. She was in bliss from his attention, and couldn't help uttering little appreciative sighs as his hands did their magic. He ran his hands over her shoulders, kneading away the tension he found there. Then he ran his hands in little orbits down either side of her back. Occasionally, his hands would turn outward so his fingers would roam over her ribs at the side, and she could tell his fingertips were just reaching around to the sides of her breasts. She wickedly imagined how those lubricated fingers might reach right around to rub her hardening nipples.

His attention continued downwards, down to the small of her back, where he paid particular attention. Surprisingly, she was tender in that area, and winced. He said calmly, "There is some tension and soreness here. Perhaps you have had a past injury?" She admitted to him that she had pulled a muscle in her back once, about four years ago. John's hands were working miracles, and soon she was feeling much better. 

His hands only reached to the top of her towel, which he had gently positioned only as low as the top of the cleft in her buttocks. She half wanted him to go lower, but instead he shifted one hand down to the heel of her foot before he released the other from her waist. Now, he concentrated on her leg, beginning with her foot. With one hand holding the top of her foot, he ran his other hand over her heel, pressing into her arch, and up to the ball of her foot. Then, he wrapped his fingers around her toes, giving each one an individual little pull. His hand returned to her arch, and rounded up over its side. He would then take hold of her foot, while his other hand started long broad strokes from around her ankle up her calf. John took the same care with her other foot and lower leg, and Mari eagerly anticipated his next move.

Having done her lower legs, John explained how a massage should progress its way towards the heart. Mari half-hoped he would progress it to somewhere else, but she had to accept the likelihood that John would be too professional to do that. Still, it was fun to think about the possibilities, especially as John positioned his hands around her thigh just above her knee. With probing fingers and thumbs, he massaged her muscles deeply. His hands moved slowly, by inches, up each thigh. Halfway up to the towel, he switched to her other leg. 

From his position, Mari thought, he probably had quite a nice view under the bottom edge of the short towel, especially when she had slightly parted her thighs to allow his hand access between them. The thought of him seeing her was exciting, making her horny and wet.

John did indeed catch a glimpse, but then he was really no stranger to this. What was unusual was his less than professional reaction. He was very pleased to see the effect he desired in her, as he could see her lips, puffed and pink, and oozing. He said, very seductively, "We are almost done on this side."

"Oh god it's been wonderful so far," Mari sighed as she shifted her legs a little farther apart. John recognized this as granting permission to go higher on each leg. Slowly, ever so slowly, his hands massaged higher on her thigh, His hand on her inner thigh was gently lifting the towel as it made its way up. As he approached within an inch of the top of her leg he could feel the wet heat radiating from her but he didn't want to touch it, yet. Instead he teasingly kept his hand just short of the goal, while his other hand moved higher up the outside of her thigh, and over her cheek. He ran his palm in an orbit, pressing on her just the right amount to knead her gluteus. Meanwhile, his other hand lightened its touch, and he even began very slow caresses of her inner thigh.

Mari could not help but moan her approval. His fingertips pressed and circulated around her cheek firmly, while his other hand did a soft teasing dance along the sensitive smooth skin of her inner thigh. He switched to her other side, again starting midway up her thigh, and progressing so very close, then teasing her again, as his other hand kneaded her cheek. It was sweet torture, but Mari loved it anyway. John loved the reaction it was having as well. He loved the way Mari was so excited, and he wanted it to last.

"That is so good!" she said. "Please don't stop." Her state of arousal was made obvious by her pleading between gentle low moans.

He stopped his firm probing with his hand on her cheek, and instead trailed it ever so lightly and slowly up her spine. His other hand, still between her legs and so close, to touching her most sensitive spots, stayed where it was. As the one hand tickled its way up her spine, he repositioned the other until his thumb gently pressed into the crack between her cheeks. His travels up her spine with the other hand ended with his fingertips making little circles in her hair just above her neck. He stopped, leaned close to her ear, and whispered sensuously, "Everything ...will... be ...covered."

"Oh god... " Mari cooed. She understood now why June had looked so strange when she had said those words, and she laughed a little out loud thinking how June had helped make this happen. 

John retraced his steps with his hand down her spine, and this time kept going down the cleft in her cheeks until his fingers almost touched her sensitive parts. Moving his other hand around, he got some more oil, dripping it onto her upper crack. He then took the oil, and gently, sensuously, used one hand on each cheek to pull and rub them. Mari could feel the wetness almost dripping from her, and she needed some direct contact soon. She squirmed around, raising her butt now and then as she felt his hands massaging all around.

After a long time, or what seemed so to Mari, John lightened and slowed his touch, until he was using a single extended finger, running down from the small of her back down between her cheeks. His motion was agonizingly slow, and occasionally he would stop, retreat an inch, and move on. He introduced an extra drop of oil between his finger and her cleft, which he gently, slowly ran lower, over and around her, touching her very teasingly, gently, over her entire sensitive area between her legs. By the time his slow stroke reached the joining of her lips at her clit, he had to concentrate hard on maintaining only a teasing light contact against her involuntary undulations of her hips. She wanted more, wanted his fingers to probe her deeper. He could see her opened fully, wet, and inviting, her muscles already having little spasms. 

There was only one thing to do. His forefinger of his hand was teasingly flicking from side to side near her clit. Mari could feel herself responding deliciously to his gentle teasing touch, and she knew she was going to cum soon. Without warning, and without stopping the teasing from his forefinger, John repositioned his hand, plunging his thumb into her waiting and eager wetness, as deep as it would go. She was entirely caught by surprise, and instantly felt herself contracting around his thumb with orgasmic pulsations. At the same time his fingers pressed harder, circling her clit while he curled the tip of his thumb repeatedly over her G-spot. Impaled and held tight by his hand, she thrashed through orgasm after orgasm. She had never cum so intensely, nor so many times at once. Finally, she could take no more. Sensing her exhaustion, John stopped his hand movements, but kept his hand in her and on her, feeling her spreading relaxation. His other hand gently caressed her cheeks, and up her spine again while she cooed with gratitude.

She sighed deeply, as he slowly withdrew his soaked hand from within her. He silently got a hot washcloth and lovingly applied it all over her excited sex with slow strokes, trying not to irritate her thoroughly satisfied pussy. A gentle pat dry with a towel followed, and he finished by draping a satin sheet over her naked body. She shifted to her side and he propped a pillow under her head, and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. While he gave her hair a few soft strokes, she smiled at him, closed her eyes, and drifted off to a blissful sleep.

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Mari stirred from her nap, full of the beautiful afterglow of her intense multiple releases by John's hands. Having fallen to sleep on the firm massage table, she awoke feeling a bit oily, but otherwise great. Before she could look around, John spoke to her quietly from the couch, where he had been silently admiring her in her sleep. "You would probably like a shower right about now. Please feel free. I have left a towel in the bathroom for you."

He silently walked out of the room, leaving her somewhat dazed and disoriented. After a short time, she pulled the sheet from over top of her, and descended from the table to her feet. The towel was gone, and she considered using the sheet to wrap around herself, but then she remembered with a smile that he'd already seen just about everything she had to offer. She padded along the hardwood floor, looking for the bathroom, and she found it fairly quickly. Seeing two towels, a selection of three different soaps and some shampoos and body wash, she selected a nice-smelling bar and got in the shower. 

Soon, she was enjoying the water splashing over her skin, and the slippery feel of her soapy hands over her body. She noted the showerhead was actually one of the removable types that hung on a bracket high in the shower. She wondered how it might feel to play the water stream under her hand's direction, into all the sensitive spots...when she heard the door open. 

In walked John! Surprised, she reflexively covered her breasts as John peeked in and said, "Have you got everything you need?" She remembered she was also naked below the waist, and she quickly moved a hand to cover up, though the effort was futile. John stared for a while, smiled, and said, "You know, you really have a great body, Mari. And there is nothing wrong with your breasts. They are beautiful!" 

He pulled back, and started doing something in the bathroom that Mari could not make out behind the shower door. She thought it funny that she has been so modest, but soon resumed her soaping while she studied his clouded silhouette shifting around outside the frosted shower door. Soon, she was thinking more erotic thoughts, and she wanted him to look at her again, to see her naked and wet, maybe see she was exciting herself as she soaped her body all over.




Maria



I had just put my girlfriend on a plane for home. Unfortunately I was going to be spending spring break at school doing research. Ever since moving to Boston to go to grad school in History, I had been extraordinarily lucky with the ladies. The men in Boston tended to be rather effeminate, and while some chicks liked having a guy like them to talk to some chicks still liked the rugged Marlboro man type. I was from Tennessee and it showed. Not too many folks wear cowboy boots in Boston! And I had had a lot of offers during my first semester at school. But I had settled down with Emily, a Buffalo NY girl who appreciated the fact that I didn't buy into all that sensitive politically correct crap. Emily was amazing in bed, and I was actually beginning to love her, but she was going to be gone for nine days, and I wasn't looking forward to the blueballs.

Taking the subway back from the airport took almost an hour and I kept noticing all of the attractive women in their spring dresses fresh from the mothballs of winter. One girl in particular caught my eye. She got on my train at the third stop and sat right across from me. She was Latino with beautifully brown skin and a killer body. Her hair was red (obviously dyed) and kept back in a ponytail. Her legs were amazing and her high heels were open in the front showing a perfect pedicure. She must have money. I had to switch trains soon and thought that would be the last I saw of her. But she got off at the same stop and then got back on the same car of the same train I was on and sat across from me again. I made eye contact with her and her stare was so bold that I got embarrassed. Could she be following me? I had to make one more train switch and decided that if she got on the same train as I did again, then I would talk to her.

Sure enough she changed trains again and this time there was no room to sit and she stood right next to me. She was facing away from me but when the train began to move she bumped into my crotch with her rear end. I had to take that as a sign and I eased my crotch into her backside, not too subtle, but not obvious enough that it would cause a problem if she really wasn't interested. She sensed what I was doing an reached back with her hand that wasn't holding the railing and gently squeezed my cock through my jeans. Ok, now I had the go ahead. Any worries I had about cheating on my girlfriend went out the window. My stop came and went and I just stood there pressing my rapidly growing dick against her backside. When the train stopped a few stops later she glanced over her shoulder at me and licked her lips. I followed her off of the train and up the stairs to the street. 

She knew that I was following her and kept up a quick pace for about five blocks. Finally she stopped at a door put in a key and disappeared from the street. I was about twenty yards behind her so I saw where she went in. This was my last chance to come to my senses and back out, but I just couldn't stop myself from ringing her apartment door. A voice came over the intercom. "Who is it?" said a sultry Spanish voice. "It's me, from the train." I answered feeling like a total yokel. "Come on up, its the third floor the door is unlocked." I nearly flew up the stairs and when I stepped into her apartment all I could see was a couch in a small living room with a couple doors off of it. She had lit some candles and sat a cold beer next to the couch. I heard a voice come from the other room. "Have a seat and enjoy a beer, I'll be with you in a moment." I sat there drinking my beer and checking out her apartment for about ten minutes. She was obviously a student like me. The furniture and books gave it away. 

Finally she entered the room. "A couple of rules first" she said, "this only happens once. When we're done you forget about where I live and never try and contact me again. One final thing, I don't want to know your name and you don't want to know mine. So for convenience you can call me Maria. Do everything I say and this will be the best night of your life. Ok?" I just nodded yes and waited for further instructions. She was wearing a long robe and still had her high heels on. She went to the other side of the room and turned off the lights and put on some soft classical guitar music. Then she blew my mind by dropping the robe. She had on a white bra and panties (probably Victoria's Secret) and nothing else except her shoes. She looked amazing and her dark skin set off her ensemble perfectly. I didn't want to do anything to piss off this obviously very controlling woman so I just sat there in awe.

She started to dance to the music a little and kept her gaze on me the entire time. God, this woman was intense. "Can I ask you one question?" I said. "Just one!" she answered. "How old are you?" "I'm twenty four. Now no more question." She danced for a couple more minutes and then approached me and unbuttoned my shirt. "Pull it off." She said. I did what I was told and sat back again. She reached behind her and slowly undid her bra, but she didn't take it off completely. She slowly wiggled her arms until it fell off of her and let her amazing breast swing free. This chick had the most amazing breasts I had ever seen. They were large, but perfectly firm. I didn't think that breasts like that existed anywhere but in playboy. She straddled me on the couch and began to rub them on my bare chest. Finally she made it apparent that I could suck them and I greedily dove into her nipples eager to get as much of her tit flesh into my mouth as I could. I sucked on one while I pinched gently at the other. He nipples stood out from her breasts almost a centimeter. God, how did I get this lucky?

After about five minutes of this she slid down and off of me and began to tug on my zipper. "I hope you've got enough of a cock to please me." She said. "It felt good in the train but sometimes it's hard to tell what will happen to a cock when it begins to swell." I wasn't worried about living up to her expectations as I was relatively well endowed and my girth was particularly impressive. When she finally got my zipper undone she jerked my jeans and my boxers to my ankles in one violent pull. She smile at me obviously pleased that I was as big as she had hoped. "Not exactly the longest cock I've ever seen" she said, "but it certainly will do the trick." She dug her fingernails into my ballsack just to remind me that she was in charge and then lowered her head onto my cock. Despite her comment, I felt confident that she wasn't used to dicks this big around in her mouth because she really had to struggle to deep throat me. She really was good and I began to worry that I was going to loose it in her mouth really soon. I grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed. "Not so fast buddy. You don't get to get off before I do." With that she stood up and placed my hands on her ass cheeks.

She obviously wanted me to take her panties off and I obliged, and to my amazement I saw the most amazingly perfect pussy I had ever seen. It was entirely shaved. Not even a wisp of hair above her clit. "What are you staring at? Lick it!" she climbed onto the couch and dropped her pussy right onto my face. I had eaten my share of pussy before buy had never really enjoyed it, but this was different. Maybe this was just such an amazing situation that I got carried away, or maybe it was the fact that her crotch was completely bare but I dove into her slit like I was a starving man and it was a steak dinner. I licked her clit and shoved my tongue into her hole with such vigor that I soon had her writhing above me like a woman possessed. I got an idea, it was too nasty to try with my girlfriend but when would I be with such a slut again. I tentatively flicked my tongue down onto her asshole and she went nuts. Wow, that must really feel great to her so I just licked her anus for all that I was worth. She finally pulled away from me and stared me in the eyes. "I was hoping you would a naughty one. You really could tell just what I wanted, now are you prepared to go the distance. I'm not going to fuck you, because I hate condoms and I'm not on the pill so if you want me to get you off you are going to have to put that big cock of yours where your tongue just was." 

That sounded fine with me. I had never licked much less fucked a girl's ass before but I was prepared to do whatever this Mexican-angel wanted me to do. I was still sitting on the couch where I had been for the last half an hour so she just sat right on my lap facing me. She reached back with her hand and grabbed my hard cock and put it at the entrance of her butt. She hadn't allowed me to kiss her yet, but she leaned forward at this moment and put her full lips to mine. As her tongue entered my mouth she sank slowly down onto my cock. Her rectum felt great, warm and tighter than any pussy I had ever been inside of. She wanted me to fuck her butt, but she actually ended up fucking me. She raised and lowed her anus on my cock with delicious slowness, never once breaking the deep kiss that we were sharing. She fucked me like this for probably fifteen minutes then she broke our kiss and commanded me "DO NOT CUM IN MY ASS! I want you to tell me before you cum because I want to see it. I want you to cum on my face. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand." I panted. This chick had seen one too many porn movies! I fucked her ass for another three or four minutes before I just couldn't hold off anymore. "I'm going to cum soon I told her." "Hold it in, let me get on my knees. Don't you shoot until I'm ready to catch it in my mouth." She literally jumped off of my dick with a terrifically squishy sound. She was on her knees between my knees in seconds. I tried to stand up so that I could really aim my cock at her mouth, but she pushed me back onto the couch. "Stay there." She said. 

I jacked my cock for all that I was worth as she licked the opening of my penis with her tongue and massaged her testicles. "Come on, do it! Cum on me. NOW!" I just couldn't hold it in anymore and I began to cum. The world seemed to slow down to half speed as I fired off shot after shot of hot semen. The first volley was a small one and it landed on her chin, it was clear and thin and ran down onto her breasts. The second blast however was almost all sperm, thick and white. It rocketed out the end of my cock and hit her square in the forehead. Again I fired and landed an arching glob in her awaiting mouth she closed her mouth to swallow and I splashed her lips with two more volleys. I continued to pump my cock until I had emptied what felt like a gallon of cum onto her face and into her mouth. My favorite part was the shot of sperm that nearly went up her left nostril. But she took it all in stride and seemed to love each and every squirt that I had to offer her. When I was done, she lowered her head onto my still hard dick and sucked it a few times, ending with a bite that was just a bit painful. "That was for getting your cum up my nose." 

She stood to her feet and walked into her kitchenette to get a towel. She wiped the cum off of her face and tits and then threw the towel at me. "Clean up and leave." She said still trying to sound like she was in charge, but a slight quiver in her voice showed that she knew she had been truly fucked. I may not have been her equal but I certainly gave her more than she expected. When I had wiped the cum from my crotch and the pussy juice from my chin I dropped the towel on the couch and pulled up my jeans and put on my shirt. She came and took the towel and walked away to the bedroom. "You can find your way out she said." "Yes I can" I answered her "hey, Maria. Thanks, you were great." She stopped and turned her head toward me. "Yeah" she giggled, "You were pretty good too. It's a shame we can't do this again. Goodbye." I walked out of the door never to see her again.

Or did I?