0 comments/ 16220 views/ 1 favorites Morning, Dear By: nitevixen I couldn't explain it. I just had the feeling that something was going to happen today. I woke up with this weird feeling in my stomach and haven't been able to shake it. Maybe I'll win the lottery. With this thought in mind, I leaned over and kissed my sleeping boyfriend and got up to take a shower. I had class in an hour and had plenty of time to get ready. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the water. I stood in front of the mirror and admired my body. I had just recently lost weight and was in the best condition of my life. On top of that, I was feeling extremely sexy today. I climbed into the shower and soaped myself down and rinsed my body, making sure to clean every inch that I could find. I shaved my legs and washed my hair. I wanted to be ready for whatever was going to happen today. As I stood under the running hot water, my mind wandered to the events of last night. I never knew my boyfriend could be such a romantic. He had made me a wonderful lasagna dinner (my favorite) and set it up on his living room floor surrounded by candles and soft music. When we finished dinner, we shared a piece of pie. It was also my favorite, banana cream. About half way through the pie, he put a little whipped cream on my nose and licked it off. He leaned over and kissed my neck and put his arms around me. We started kissing and touching and fondling and… A rush of cold water broke off my daydreaming. I got out of the shower and dried off. I walked back into the bedroom to get dressed. My boyfriend was still sound asleep. I'll have to fix this. I silently made my way over to his side of the bed and sat down. He looked so peaceful, but I couldn't help myself. I reached over and touched his face. He has such a handsome face. I leaned down to kiss his cheek and then moved to his ear. He started to stir and I just played more with his ear. I know this turns him on. I kissed his lips and felt his smile against my lips. As he woke and realized what was going on, he put his arms around me and pulled me down to the bed with him. "Morning Dear" he smiled "Hi" I grinned back. He was still naked from last night and since I wasn't dressed yet, we started touching each other everywhere we could put our hands. I know that his favorite thing is to get a blowjob. He was lucky when he found me because I love to give them. Just one look at his face told me what he wanted and I started to go down on him. I started by moving my entire body over him and kissing his neck while my stomach pressed against his already hard and pulsing cock. I was starting to get wet from that little bit of contact, but I was eager to make him happy first. I kissed his chest and stomach and slowly encircled the tip of this cock with my lips. I released my grip on him with my lips and ran my tongue up and down the long length of his strong, hard cock. I reached up with my right hand and rubbed his chest while my left hand was massaging his balls. I licked and licked him as if he were a melting popsicle and when he was wet enough with my saliva, I put his cock in my mouth as far as I could get it. The tip touched the back of my throat and I heard a moan escape from his throat. As I continued to deep throat my boyfriend's cock, I massaged it with my tongue. This caused more moans to escape from him. He reached down and fondled my breasts. I knew he was getting close to cumming because he started to squeeze my breasts tighter and he was moaning loudly. Then he let out a loud moan and I felt the hot liquid burning down my throat. I continued to stroke him until he relaxed. He lay there for a few minutes before he pulled me up to lay next to him. He kissed me hard and pushed his tongue into my mouth as his hands played with my breasts. He started nibbling on my ears and neck while one hand traveled down between us to play with my pussy. He rubbed my clit as he fiercely sucked on my neck. He knew I liked it rough and was always willing to oblige. I was getting wetter and wetter against his relentless fingers. He slowly slipped one finger inside me and then another and then another and then another. He finger fucked me until I was moaning so loud that he knew I was ready. He leaned over me and I noticed that he was hard as a rock again. Slowly he put the tip of his cock against my pussy lips and started to push. Knowing how impatient I am, he does this slow to tease me. Finally he thrust in completely and held himself there until he knew that I was alright. Then he started to withdraw and thrust in again and again and again…He went faster and faster. He reached between us and pressed his thumb against my clit and I went over the edge. He climaxed at the same time as I did. We lay there cuddling and kissing; both sated and satisfied. It was then that I remembered my class. I looked at the clock. I had 10 minutes to get to class. I quickly got up and dressed and drove to class. That was the longest hour of my life. I only had the one class that day and couldn't afford to miss it. It was my English class and the instructor just talked about our final papers all hour. That was a waste of time. I went back home and found my boyfriend up and already working. A slight disappointment ran through me. I kissed him and told him that I was going shopping. I went back to the bedroom to change. I was wearing an oversized t-shirt and baggy jeans and my tennis shoes. I didn't want to go to the mall in that. I changed into tighter jeans and a cut-off t-shirt and sandals. I looked much sexier in this outfit. I've noticed that I get better deals while shopping if I look a bit sexier. Now the mall….that's another story…. Morning Delight She woke to a bang on her head, the pain seared through her forehead down around her eye and behind her ear. She opened her eyes, "Oww that hurt," “I'm sorry he says I didn’t mean it I was dreaming." Mad she responds, “ Yeah well that doesn't help the migraine I have been dealing in.” Once again he comes back with “I'm sorry, what can I do for you?” “Maybe some Moi trin or something might help.” He asks “you want a furinol its a migraine medication my Dr. gave me for the headache I have with this sinus infection?” “I don’t know will it knock me out, It might but the pain will be gone.” He hands her a pill and some water, she swallows it down, and lies back down in the bed. About 1/2 hour later the pain has lifted, and she finds herself still sleepy. She lays next to him, both on their backs his body slightly leaning on top of her. She likes the closeness, but can’t help but be excited. She reaches over and grabs his cock, which as soon as she touches it springs to attention. She strokes it slowly still sleepy eyes closed. He moves just a little, with a small little groan. She can’t help it her hunger grows and she rips off the covers and pulls him through his boxers. She pushes it down her hot little throat, and runs her tongue up the shaft as she pulls back. Tight grip on his balls she plays with them as she let’s her head fall on his huge stiff shaft. He reaches a sleepy hand to the back of her head and she grin’s but still holds his member in her hot mouth. He pushes her head gently down her eyes open as she looks to see if he is awake. He grabs a hand full of her hair and pulls her head back off his shaft, and than he shoves her head down, he holds her head their as she lets her throat contract and he gently pushes deeper. She opens her eyes her throat still relaxed and she swallows so he can feel the tip of her throat on the head of his member. He groans, and he pulls her head up. He turns her around so she is on all fours, he pulls her wet panties over to ones side and shoves his stiff manhood deep inside, he pushes her back down so her chest lays on the bed, and he reaches his right hand around her hip and up over her left shoulder, he pushes into her as her back arches, and she groans as he moves his hips pushing and pulling deep inside her pussy. She reaches her left hand around his hips and ass and digs her nails in to his thigh. He takes his hand out and places it between her shoulder blades pulls her hips to him as he thrusts deep inside, she cant help she groans and feels her tight little pussy contract, and than totally relax as the juices flow. She hears him chuckle and he still does not stop. He grabs the back of both her arms and pulls them back as he shoves his cock insides her holding it deep inside he shakes his hips side to side, and she grins knowing she will soon come again. He pushes her over to the side, pulls one leg beneath his thigh, his body slightly turned to the side he grabs her hips and stabs his shaft into her quivering pussy. “Oh man she groans in this position I just want more,” she pushes her cunt back on his shaft, she cant help it now the groans grow louder and louder, “Yeah please don’t stop!!!” He grabs a hand full of her hair pulls her back up to him, whispers in her ear “beg me little bitch.” “I am please, please don’t stop I beg you I love it and want more.” He grins and an evil chuckle comes out of his throat, he lets her hair go and pushes her back away from him his huge member swells as she curls up into a small ball. Then he turns them both to the side ands she grabs her ankles, “Oh your cock is so huge,” her little pussy contracting as she feels him grow, and the juices spill out of her hot little cunt, “Mmmmm” she grins and hears his moan too. They lay for a minute, as the juices drips down her thigh. “Good morning baby…” as they fall back to sleep.... Morning Delight A single ray of sunlight kisses my cheek, and I stir, feeling the warmth, dreaming of you. My black nylon satin nightgown slides smoothly under the silk sheets as I slowly awaken from my dream. My penis is stiff with the thought of you as my lashes flutter open, and I realize that you are still working this morning, and I am alone. I sit up and slide out of bed, my feet seeking my satin slippers. They have fallen over onto their sides because of the high heels, so I reach down to slip them on my feet, and my breasts almost escape the low-cut bodice of my gown. In my bathroom, my heels click on the tile floor as I walk to the sunken tub and begin to run my bubble bath. I light the scented candles, and the air becomes soft with fragrance; then, I pour the perfumed oil into the tub. I slip my gown up over my curls and stand there nude, admiring my soft body in the mirror wall. It is mostly a woman’s body, with a tiny waist, ripe breasts, a high, round bottom, and a dear little clitty standing up in a smooth, clean crotch. I am still somewhat hard from the dreams I had of you, and the sight of my nude body makes my nipples rise as well. I slip into the hot, scented water, and my body relaxes totally. The bubbles tickle me and find all my most intimate, secret places. I lay there quietly, letting the bubbles do their work. Then, I begin to stroke myself, first my breasts, squeezing my softness and teasing my nipples until they are very hard, then my sweet clitty, stroking and caressing myself in the warm, sudsy water. In a moment, my back arches and I squeal as my orgasm hits. I imagine you deep in me, and I pulse with feminine pleasure as I come and come. After I calm down, I climb out of my tub and pat myself dry with a big, soft, thirsty towel. Nude, except for my slippers, I go into my dressing room and spritz myself all over with my Jean Naté perfume. In my lingerie chest, from all my panties, I select a peach silk, trimmed in ecru lace. They are so dainty and delicate. I know you will just love me in them when you get home. I slide the panties up my legs and they cuddle my bottom, smoothly sliding over my cheeks. My soft little clitty tucks neatly in front. Then, I reach into another drawer for the matching peach satin bra, bend over, cuddle my breasts into it, and clasp it behind me. In the third drawer, I find my pretty peach silk charmeuse slip and slide it down over my body. The bodice is nylon lace so my bra shows through, and the skirt is trimmed with oodles of lace at the hem. In my hosiery drawer, I find a pair of sheer, nude thigh-highs with peach lace tops. I sit at my little crystal vanity, on the little cushy stool, and begin to slowly pull my stockings up my legs. The clingy nylon always makes me feel so very feminine. I plan to wear a light blue skirt and an ivory satin blouse today, so I select a pair of black patent pumps with 3” heels and slip my polished toes into them. Now, in my prettiest lingerie, I begin the rest of my morning ritual. I brush my soft blonde hair until it shines and spray it with a little more perfume. After a pale ivory foundation, I make up my eyes with mauve shadow, with high, arching feminine brows and long, feathery lashes. My blusher is a pale rose and accents my high cheekbones. I place a drop or two of perfume on my lips to set my lipstick, then carefully apply a deep carmine gloss. The mirror on my dressing table shows a very pretty young lady, and I feel so totally feminine. If only you were here! I look in my mirror and suddenly see you in the doorway, and I gasp in pleasure. You have obviously been home for a while because you are totally nude. You are staring at me hungrily, and it is obvious that you do not think I can see you. You stand there, motionless, the most handsome man I have ever known, like you were carved in stone. The light reflects off your muscles, highlighting them, making my breath catch in my throat. My heart flutters in my bosom as your eyes devour my silky curves, my full breasts, my slender waist, the outline of my smooth thigh under my slip. Your penis rises unbidden as you look at me, until, unsupported, it stands out straight and stiff. You are magnificent! I tremble with anticipation, my darling, and my own clitty rises in my panties. You walk in silently, and I hold my breath. You come up behind me and gently touch my perfumed hair. I lay my head back against the taut muscles of your stomach. You lean over and softly kiss my neck, and I let out my breath, raggedly, my desire for you so intense. You lift me off my chair like a feather and turn me toward you. Your mouth covers my eager, trembling lips as you crush me to you. Your tongue probes me deeply, making my head swim, touching my feminine soul. My pulses pound, and my whole body is on fire with my desire for you, my love. I cling to you desperately as your kiss becomes even more intimate. I can taste the tang of your desire, and I respond eagerly, sucking your tongue deep into my throat, clinging to you desperately. Your hands caress my silky flanks, petting me like your soft kitten. You lift me effortlessly in your powerful arms, carry me to my silken bed, and lay me down. You raise the skirt of my slip and slide off my silk panties, exposing my quivering sex. You lay on top of me, kissing me passionately, your body shaking with your hunger for me. I respond with deep feminine emotion, moaning softly, my moist lips eagerly pressed to yours, my arms twined around your neck, my crimson fingertips stroking your hair, as you kiss me deeply. Your dear weight on top of me is a drug that excites every fiber of my being. I adore being under you. You stroke my satiny legs and lift them onto your shoulders. Your rock-hard penis seeks my womanhood, and I open myself to you completely. You slide deep into my slippery tunnel, and a squeal of delight escapes my lips as I feel your powerful manliness grow even bigger inside me. I am completely lost in you, and I cannot think. I cannot do anything but feel, just feel. Oh my darling, you make me feel so exquisite! I wriggle myself around on your penis, trying to get you even deeper into me. You thrust hard and strong, taking my breath away with your power. My intimate softness blossoms, and my petals contract tightly around your stiff rod, and as I do, I feel you swell even more, push yourself further into me, then throb and pulse deep inside me as you penetrate my womanhood completely. I milk you, squeezing you tightly deep inside me, wanting you so dearly. I can feel my orgasm begin, and I hope that you come when I do. That is always the very best. Just as I cannot wait any longer, I feel you pulse. I squeeze even tighter, and you erupt as my shuddery orgasm possesses me. My love pours out onto your taut stomach. You shoot your hot sperm deep into me, pulsing and throbbing, possessing me utterly, filling me to overflowing, making me your girl. Morning Delight Bill walked softly across the floor. He could see Debbie was still sleeping and didn't want to wake her. He sat gently on the edge of the bed. He hated these early morning flights. He would much rather be snuggled up to the wonderful woman in his bed. She had agreed to spend the night, for this very reason. Because he had to leave so early, he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. As he was pulling on his socks, he felt a hand on his knee, slowly sliding up his thigh. He looked down at her, "I thought you were asleep," he said. "You didn't think you were going to sneak out of here without kissing me goodbye, did you?" she asked him. "Well honey, you looked so peaceful laying there, I didn't want to wake you," he replied. "Oh," she replied, "you were going to leave me laying here like this?" With that said, she pulled back the sheet that was covering her body. She was completely naked, just the way Bill loved her. If he had his way, she would stay naked from the time she arrived till the time she left again. Her tits were large, the areola, at least three inches across. Her nipples were long. He knew if he measured one after sucking on it, it would measure a good inch or more. The sight of her laying there in his bed, naked, caused a sudden lurch in his groin. She teased him by sliding her hands down her inner thighs and over the soft skin where the swell of her pussy lips started. He could see the moisture still there from their lovemaking the night before. The thought of how wild she was caused his cock to stir. Damn, he thought to himself, I have to leave. He watched as her hand cupped her smooth mound, which he had the pleasure of shaving for her the first time. Her middle finger touched the very top of her slit. He knew her clit would soon be poking out between those wonderful lips. He had watched it many times, reaching out to be touched, by a tongue, or a finger, or a cock. Her clit didn't care. He was so happy to be the one to touch it for her. Lick, rub and suck the little nub till orgasm after orgasm wracked her body. She always called his name. "Oh Bill, don't stop! I'm cummmiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggg!" Just hearing her scream his name made his cock rock hard. If he was fucking her at the time, he would ram her harder and deeper, hitting her cervix, his balls slapping against her sweet ass. He shook himself out of his reverie. Her finger had snaked its way into her pussy lips, spreading them open. Then suddenly it plunged deep in her wet cunt. He groaned as he stood there with just his socks on. His cock sticking straight out, demanding attention! "Oh baby, what you do to me!" he exclaimed. He could catch another flight and be late for his meeting. She was worth it. He crawled onto the bed, moving up beside her. He took a tit in each hand, sliding his thumbs over her already hard nipples, causing her to moan. He leaned down and slowly licked the very tip. He didn't think it could get any harder, but it did. So hard in fact, her entire nipple puckered. He gently nibbled it with his teeth, causing her to squirm. Her finger was still deep in her pussy, pumping in and out. He moved his hand down over her stomach, covering her fingers with his. He helped her fingerfuck herself, moving in and out. He could see it was wet with her juices. Debbie's other hand reached down between Bill's legs, wrapping her fingers around his rigid shaft. She could feel his heart beat pulsing through his raging hard on. Slowly she moved her fist up and down his cock. How she loved the word "COCK" . Just hearing it made her ooze her sweet nectar. "Ohhh Bill!" she exclaimed, "let me taste you! I want your cock in my mouth!" Bill was only too happy to comply. He moved up towards her waiting mouth, straddled her chest and rubbed the head of his cock along her lucious lips. Her tongue reached out to lick the head. Mmmmmmmmm, they both moaned at the same time. How he loved her licking and sucking his cock, her tongue seemingly everywhere on the head and shaft all at once. She was a fantastic little cocksucker! He watched as the whole length of his cock disappeared into her mouth. When he felt her throat contracting around the head, he moaned loudly, throwing his head back, never wanting this moment to end. All too reluctantly he drew back from her mouth. She tightened her lips around his cock, causing her cheeks to sink in, as she sucked along the whole length. In and out he worked his cock, slowly fucking her mouth. "Oh yes baby! Suck my cock! Ohhhhhh fuckkkk yes Debbie!" Hearing this caused Debbie's pussy to ache and throb. Lifting her head off the pillow, forcing Bill's cock deeper into her mouth, she wanted him to flood her throat with his cum. But Bill had ideas of his own. He pulled back from her mouth, the head escaping from between her lips with an audible pop! Moving quickly down her body, Bill knelt between her legs. His lips left a trail of wet kisses down her inner thigh. "Ohhhhh Bill!" she moaned, "that's soooooooooo good!" Her musky odor only served to urge him on, running his tongue along the outer edge of her pussy lips. He found the skin there so wonderfully soft and sensitive. In no time at all Debbie was oozing more of her sweet nectar. Pushing her legs open wider, he slid his tongue down to "the strip", that little section between her sweet asshole and her honey pot. That's what they called it anyway. All Bill knew was that it sometimes drove Debbie over the edge if he manipulated it for any length of time. He used the tip of his tongue to push into it. Debbie moaned loudly and squirmed under him. Her juices were really flowing now! Suddenly he flattened his tongue against her and made one long slow lick up her wet slit, his tongue lifting seconds before he reached her swollen clit. This only drove her insane with passion! She slid her hands down onto his head, trying to force his tongue onto her clit! "Mmmmmmmmm Bill, suck my clit!" Debbie cried, "ohhhhh please, make me cum!" Bill loved to watch her clit. He could almost see it throbbing and growing right before his eyes. As he gently blew on it, Debbie lifted her hips up off the bed, wanting him to suck on it so bad. Finally he did as she wanted. He brought his lips down on it. Her clit was so big it almost filled his mouth. He started sucking as the tip of his tongue flicked quickly across it. He knew she was about to cum. Her body went rigid and she screamed his name. "Ohhhhhhhh Bill, I'm cumminggggggggggggggggggggggggg, oh fuckkkkkk yesssssssssssssss!" She was grinding her cunt against his opened mouth. He was sucking hard, milking her sweet pussy! Swallowing her juices as waves of pleasure washed over her body. For several long minutes Debbie was in pure bliss. Her little whimpers told him, don't stop! His tongue dipped into her convulsing pussy. Her juices soaked his mouth and chin. He wanted to suck her dry. Debbie's breathing was labored. He knew when she tried to pull away from him that the pleasure was too intense. Bill moved off her and lay down beside her, resting his head on her tits. He gently sucked on her nipple as his hand cupped her wet swollen pussy. He heard her whisper,"Oh Bill honey, that was wonderful. I love you." They lay there for a short while, resting, hands roaming. Debbie's hand moved down to Bill's cock, which was still hard and hot to the touch. She pushed him back onto the bed and knelt between his legs. Bill watched as the head of his cock disappeared between her lips. Nothing looked more erotic, he thought, as Debbie moved her lips down the shaft until her chin was resting on his balls. How he loved this woman. He loved to please her in every way, and she did the same for him, just as she was doing now. As her mouth drew up on his cock, her lips tightened around him. Sucking as her tongue licked the underside of the head. She knew this drove him crazy. Up and down. The head of his cock appearing against her lips and quickly disappearing again, to hit the back of her throat. She picked up the pace, as Bill's ass lifted off the bed. Fucking her mouth. The thought of that was quickly bringing him to the edge. He knew if she kept it up (no pun intended) he would be exploding in her wet warm mouth. He pumped his cock faster. Debbie could taste his precum and she wanted more. As her mouth moved up and down on his cock, her hand, which was wrapped around the base, would twist a bit. She was literally fucking him with her mouth and her fist. Then she started humming. He knew instantly it was their song. The vibrations from her humming and the fucking motion of her mouth and fist is what did it. "Oh fuck Debbie, that's it! Suck my cock," Bill moaned, "suck my cock! I'm cummiiiinnnnnnngggg!" Huge ropes of cum shot down her throat, choking her a bit. But Debbie wasn't about to let anything escape. She swallowed it all down, sometimes gulping. She milked his cock. Drained his balls. Her little pink tongue licked him clean. As Debbie lay back beside Bill, his arms went around her, pulling her close, "Oh my sweet baby! I love you!" he said. "You are so wonderful, I love you too!" she answered. Then giving him a wicked grin, she said, "Oh no, you missed your flight, your meeting." Bill smiled, "don't worry, baby, this was much more fun than some stuffy meeting." Holding each other close, the lovers with arms and legs entwined, drifted off to sleep. Morning Delight It is 2 am in the morning and I cannot sleep. The only solution for my insomnia was to open my online messenger and wait to see if Trane finds me. It didn't take long before Trane came around to greet me. We exchanged our usual greetings before getting right down to the reason we both were there, to satisfy a craving we both desired. Sex. Trane took over the conversation to lead us into our night of pleasure. "Are you ready?" Trane asked. Have you missed me as much as I missed you? I answer, "Yes", to both questions. Trane starts to get me wet as he describes the light kisses he gives to my feet. Slowly he proceeds up my calves to my inner thighs, where his tongue now teases me flicking the upper part of my legs before working his magic on my pussy. The words on the screen become a blur as I try to remain focused to match Trane's pleasing me. He will have no part of it and continues his alluring text as his mouth begins maneuvering its way from my pussy toward my breasts and neck area. I try desperately to keep up with Trane but I give up typing once I see the words; I am kissing your hot mouth as my tongue search for yours. My head spins and I have to do something to release the pressure against my pussy lips, so I slip off my panties and t-shirt and caress my body while Trane makes love to me through my computers screen. He begins teasing my naval and his tongue sends tingles down my spine. I am soaked from his words of passion. He tells me how much satisfaction it gives him as he describes with great detail how he's pounding my wet pussy faster and harder. I love how my fingers feel on my clit as Trane cybers me with great skill. His words make my knees weak and my mouth dry. I want his cock inside me and it aches throughout my body. The pain of passion engulfs me from my head to my loins. Now the time has come as I try to hold back the pressure. My pussy lips quiver from excitement and I know my orgasm is not far. I can't hold back any longer, one after another the orgasms keep coming, as the hot juice dribbles out of me through my fingers and drips on to the chair beneath me. I lose all power and spend myself into orgasms ecstasy when I read on the screen that Trane commands me to come for him. If only he could actually hear my sweet seducing sighs. I lay my head on the computer desk to catch up to the rest of my body. After I gather my composure, I wish Trane a great night filled with sweet dreams, warm love and kisses of sweet seduction. Morning Delight Oh god, baby! Do you know how fucking hot I am for you right now? Laying in bed beside you, in the morning...you're still asleep, but I'm looking at you, and smiling. I know you've got a hard day of work ahead of you, so I think what I'm going to do is wake you up with a nice, gentle massage... * * * * * Click Here to listen. (13.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Morning Delight I wake up before the alarm, as usual, and lay quietly, enjoying waking up gradually. The room is mostly dark, the shutters closed, and it's cool. I pull my sheet up to my neck and lay on my back. My dick is very hard, as it always is when I wake. I circle it with my thumb and middle finger, not stroking, just holding it. It feels wonderful. Still fuzzy with sleep, enjoying my soft bed, my cock throbbing with pleasure as I hold it. One of the most erotic feelings in the world. I slip off my boxers and lay there totally nude, caressing myself. I replay especially pleasurable memories in my mind, images of you in sexy positions that were unplanned; leaning over as you shrug off your bra at the end of your workday, your tits hanging down, finally free of the bra. Your robe falling open accidentally to reveal a nipple as you lean over to grab some makeup in the morning. And replaying some sexy positions that were planned; straddling me as I lay on my back, leaning over and letting me suck a nipple as you ride me from above. Fucking your clit with your vibrator as I stroke you from behind. The images roll as I wrap my hand around my balls. It feels so good to rub my balls. I won't masturbate; I rarely do in the morning, especially if there's a chance a hard dick will be needed later in the day. We haven't had sex in two days, so there's a very likely chance that a hard dick will be needed today. But even though I won't masturbate, I'll hold myself and enjoy the feeling until the alarm clock makes me get up. Stirring, you move over against me, your butt pushing up against me. I turned to face you, our bodies spoon together, your butt against my crotch, my arm wrapped around you. Your hair tie lies useless on the bed. I don't know why you always use it, it never stays in. Your hair spills over your pillow, tickling my nose, filling me with your scent. The aroma of yesterday's Euphoria lingers; I bury my face into your neck and smell it. Feeling my hardness, you wiggle your butt against me, then lie still and just enjoy being together, saying nothing, holding. You reach over and turn off the alarm. The spell broken, you get up and put on your robe before going into the kitchen to turn on the coffee pot. I'm reluctant to get up. Lying on my back, my hand wrapped around my scrotum, I continue rolling the mental images of you. The coffee pot started, you come back in and throw your robe on the chair. You take off your t-shirt and stand in front of me in only panties. You pull down the sheet and look at my hard cock and my hand wrapped around my balls. Without a word, you straddle my legs and look down at me. I start to say something, but you put a finger on my lips, shushing me. Your breasts hang down, beckoning me to hold them, to squeeze them as I've done so many times. I never tire of playing with them. Today you have other ideas. Leaning forward, you let the nipple of one tittie rest against the sensitive channel on the underside of my dick. You move up and down, allowing the nipple to drag up and down the length of the sensitive channel. You smile at the grimace on my face as I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of being masturbated by your titty. You begin slowly swaying back and forth, using both titties against my dick. First the softness of one breast, then the hard nipple, then the other soft breast, then the hard nipple, then you reverse directions, over and over, rubbing my dick until my balls begin to tingle. I begin to protest. I want you to cum too, not just me. But once again, you put your finger on my lips, quieting me. You lean over and hold your tits firmly around my dick, smothering it in heaven, only the tip poking out between them. You begin moving your body up and down, stroking my dick with your tits. The tip of my dick disappears in your cleavage, then reappears, purplish red, ready to deliver its load. You stroke slowly, rhythmically, unrelentingly, fucking me with your tits. My angry red dick poking out from your creamy white breasts, then disappearing again. My hips are bucking as my balls begin to recede into my body in preparation for performing their function. Never varying the pace, seemingly oblivious to the extreme urgency I feel. My face is contorted into an extreme grimace of pleasure. You stop moving and just hold my dick tightly with your breasts as I buck my hips and spill my hot sperm on your chest. I grunt loudly, and my grimace becomes more contorted as the warmth spreads from my groin throughout my body in an intense orgasm. When it's over, you sit up and look down at me with a smirk. I watch a big wad of my sperm drip down your breast to your nipple, and hang on it momentarily before beginning to fall. A long string of sperm hangs from your nipple, before finally breaking and falling on my stomach. "Good morning," you finally say as you climb off of me. Every morning for the rest of my life, I'll have the image of that strand of cum dangling from your nipple, and the smile on your face as I surveyed my load of cum on your chest. Morning Departure This is an entirely fictitious story and has no relation to any know ship of the Royal navy or any particular set of circumstances. * It was 7.00 am on a typical January Monday morning. It was jut before dawn and a chill wind blew off the sea with a few tentative flakes of snow flying in the wind. The off duty crews of the various submarines that made up the sixth squadron, reluctantly left their warm beds and their wives and families to report back to their boats. These were the lucky ones; the ones who were allowed to live ashore with their families when they were off duty. They walked in a steady silent stream down the hill to the dockyard, in one's and two's huddled in their overcoats, their collars turned up against the morning chill air and their hands deep in their pockets. They made their way to the dockyard, to catch the liberty boat out to the submarine depot ship. At this time of the morning no-one was talking very much. They were all cold and thinking about the day ahead. As they arrived on board the depot ship HMS Rochester, they hurried away to their respective messes to change into their sea going kit; joining their mess mates who were already dressed for sea in their white sweaters, and quickly swallowing the last mug of tea at the breakfast table before joining their respective boats. Sometimes, they would be lucky enough, and have enough time, to scrounge a spare plate of egg and bacon before going on board the boat. Tony Nash the Leading Signalman was one of these, and he responded happily to the "Morning Bunts" from all his mates. Going on board HMS Sirocco, Tony tried to keep clear of his boss Lieutenant Nick Holmes the Navigating Officer, who was also the Signals Officer. It was only an hour ago, that Tony had left Nicks wife in bed at her home, and he felt really guilty about the whole affair, he did not like deceiving such a nice bloke... Fortunately, his own wife Fran was away looking after her sick mother. He had not spoken to her for about two weeks, as every time he called to speak to her, she was either out shopping, or visiting friends. However, her sister assured him that she was well, but Mother was still very ill and she thought it would be some time before Fran was able to come home again. Tony knew he could not avoid Nick for ever and eventually he came face to face with Nick who gave him a cheery "Good Morning Tony -- is everything OK?" "Yes sir" Tony replied hoping that his guilt did not show on his face. "Any news on your Mother?" Nick asked. "It's seems as though its going to be a long job sir, and it looks as though my wife will be away for another couple of weeks yet." Tony wondered for a moment, whether Nick knew something about the affair that he was having with his wife as he was looking a bit ill at ease. Then he tried to be a little facetious as he said "Well you are looking a bit knackered. I bet you've been burning the candle at both ends with Fran away? I had better warn all the girls that you are on the loose. Then more seriously he said. "Anyway Tony I think it's about time we had a little chat." Tony felt really guilty, and felt himself panicking. He hoped he was not showing it. If only Nick knew that he had slept with his wife every night Nick had been duty officer, which had seemed to be on most nights for the past three weeks. At times, he almost felt like blurting the truth out to Nick, who was really a nice guy for an officer. Every time he had slept with Izzy, and then had to face Nick afterwards he had determined to break it off with Izzy, and make a full confession to Nick. But his courage failed him every time, and then when he saw Izzy again he was lost. She was a very addictive woman. He turned his mind to getting all his gear ready for sea. Once again, pushing his guilty thoughts to the back of his mind. He had to make sure that all the binoculars were in good condition, and ready for the Captain and the Officer of the watch ,the lookouts and himself, and that the signal lamp was working and stowed handily in the conning tower on its rack... The "S" boats submarines were all veterans of the war, but they were still not very old. But now they were gradually giving way to the newer and larger "T" and "A" class boats that did most of the cold war patrol work. Now they were largely employed as training squadrons for the local Royal Navy Asdic training schools. Their main function was to act as target boats, for the young seaman asdic trainees who were spending the day doing sea training in the accompanying anti submarine corvettes. Each day the submarines would go to sea accompanied by two anti submarine corvettes and dive in a prescribed area. The trainees in the accompanying ships would go through a number of maneuvers to test or enhance their asdic skills. Sometimes, the submarines trailed a float on the surface to avoid accidents and help the trainees find their targets. In really rough weather they would attach an inflated condom to the float, to make it easier for them to see. In the afternoon when the exercises were finished the corvettes would drop two grenades as a signal to surface. The submarine would fire two smoke candles when they were on their course to surface. As soon as they were safely on the surface, the Corvettes would then say "Goodbye" and rush away back to harbour... Meanwhile, the boats would be left having to pump low pressure air into their main ballast tanks to get full buoyancy, and gradually work up to full speed, being left following a long way behind. This was a normal Monday morning and HMS Sirocco was unlucky enough to have the farthest area from harbour and was to be the first submarine to slip from the depot ship. This morning as usual, Leading Seaman Frank Carson the Second Coxswain was already on the casing, well before special sea duty men were called. He was dressed ready for sea, and was busy getting the cables singled up, and ready for slipping. Frank was a big man. He had been born in Sheffield and had been in the Navy for fourteen years. He was a three badger which meant that he had three good conduct badges, which was respected by both officers and men alike. He was a stickler in making sure that everything was maintained in the correct order on the casing. He was a man of few words, but he had the ability to get all the casing party working as a team. Frank was a professional seaman, he had been in the navy since he was sixteen when he had joined the boys' service, and the sea was the only thing he knew. He had survived five years of war service in boats, and now was moving rapidly towards his retirement age. Frank had been married once during the war, but his wife had found the long separations, and the uncertainty of having a husband in submarines had been too much. They had separated, and she had gone home to her parents in Liverpool, only for her to be tragically killed in one of the many nightly air raids on the port. Frank would ensure that later, when the boat slipped from the depot ship that the cables were all stowed, and lashed down properly, and that there would be no loose ends rattling to give away their position to the hunting ships overhead. His work on the casing was ostensibly supervised by Sub Lieutenant Mark Ransom, who was the young officer in charge of the casing party. But Mark knew from past experience that all would be well, if he left everything to Frank Carson and did not get in his way or countermand his orders... Within a few moments special sea duty men was piped and the Captain, the First Lieutenant Alan Marshall and the Leading Signalman Tony Nash were soon all on the bridge. The Coxswain took his place on the wheel in the control room below and reported to the bridge "Coxswain on the wheel Sir." The First Lieutenant reported to the Captain. "Ready to proceed sir all hands are aboard, and the next of kin book had been sent aboard the depot ship. Sir" "Thank you number one." The Captain replied. The Captain Mick Saunders was a Lieutenant and had finished his Perishers course to qualify him for command three months previously. He had previously served as the Pilot (Navigating Officer), and then First Lieutenant on two of the slightly bigger T Class boats, before being selected for the command course. The standard of training was very high on the course, and only the best passed to eventually take command of a submarine. The officers, who failed, never had another appointment in submarines and were returned for duty in general service. Sirocco was Micks first command and he was proud of her. He had a good crew and with this boat he was getting valuable command experience. His wife was not at all happy about him being in Submarines, and he was inclined to worry about having to leave her at times. She had in fact threatened to leave him, if he did not apply to go back to general service. But Mick was proud of his achievement, and longed to graduate to the command of one of the bigger boats, perhaps eventually a nuclear boat. His wife had known he was a submariner when she had married him, and he was not going to let her dictate his career path to him now. Alan Marshall the First Lieutenant was jealous of his Captain. In seniority as a Lieutenant he was senior to the Captain, and at times delighted in being unobtrusively obstructive. He had twice been passed over for a place on the command course, and he knew that his time in submarines was now limited, unless his present Captain gave him a glowing recommendation. He hated having to take orders from him, and having to call him "Sir" The Captain Mick Saunders was very aware of this petty behaviour, and was prepared to cut him a bit of slack; he did everything possible to ease their relationship. But in his heart he knew that Alan Marshall was not command material, and would never make it to his own command. His petty behaviour had not gone unnoticed and the time was coming when he knew he would have to take action The First Lieutenant called down to the casing. "Let go Forrard. Let go aft" As the springs were released. And HMS Sirocco moved away slightly free from the adjoining boat in the trot. The morning swell in the harbour causing her to toss around slightly like a frisky colt glad to be free to run. The casing party on the adjoining boat quickly dropping fenders between them in case Sirocco should swing back and damage their ballast tanks. The Captain ordered Starboard 10 down the voice pipe. Slow ahead both. As the boat started to move, the Leading Signalman piped the still and the First Lieutenant called "Attention on the casing." As they all came to attention and the officers saluted the depot ship. The depot ship signaled the "Carry on." And within minutes the Sirocca was heading for the breakwater. Soon the main engines clutches were in and running, the casing party had cleared away and secured everything quickly and efficiently and had made their way via the bridge conning tower to go below. This would be the last time they would see daylight until they got back to harbour later that day. In the control room Nick Holmes was bent over the charts. He called up to the Captain, giving him the recommended course to steer to get to their allotted diving area and their estimated time of arrival. Nick was quite popular with the crew, and like all good submariners he enjoyed the relaxed discipline of the submarine service. He too was feeling guilty at meeting Tony. He was determined that he would have it out with him sometime today, if he could get Tony on his own. He could not keep putting off the evil moment for their confrontation. The weather was quite choppy and the Captain went below, leaving the First Lieutenant on the bridge for a few moments and changed into his Ursula suit that would keep him warm and dry on the passage out to the diving area, before returning to the bridge. Tony also went below and changed into his Ursula suit, and they both strapped on safety belts which hooked on to the internal bridge rail. It took about an hour to reach their allotted diving area, by that time the sea was beginning to ease, and the two Corvettes had almost caught up with them. The Captain had a good look round with his binoculars and called down the voice pipe. "Diving stations." And then he turned to Tony, he ordered. "Clear the Bridge." Tony Nash took the white ensign from its socket at the after end of the bridge and slid down the ladder to the control room just as the klaxon sounded twice, and the boat began to move slowly into the depths, as the vents on the main ballast tanks were opened one by one, spurting long streams of spray into the morning air... Tony Nash checked that the Captain had closed the upper hatch safely, and then he closed and latched the lower hatch as soon as the Captain had reached the control room. Tony knew that if anything went wrong in closing the upper hatch, he would have to close the hatch and leave the Captain to his fate. In peacetime, the boat would surface quickly and pick him up. But in wartime when the boat was under attack then the Captain would have to be left to his inevitable fate. The Captain ordered Periscope Depth. The boat steadied on 32 feet and the Captain had a good look round with the periscope and then he ordered "Sixty feet, steer 110." He was taking his wet Ursula suit off as the boat started her descent to sixty feet. Suddenly the First Lieutenant ordered:" For Christ's sake hold her." The Second Coxswain on the forrard hydroplanes said "She is not responding sir." The Captain ordered. "Full ahead both motors", but it made little difference. "Both hydroplanes to surface" still with little effect. Then the order came "All hands aft" "Close main vents" "Pump A" All the crew off duty rushed aft to the motor room and stokers mess to see if the extra weight at the after end would force the nose to come up, but it was to no avail as the Sirocco gently hit the sea bed at 130 feet. "Stop Motors." The Captain ordered then. "Full astern both." The motors raced, the lights dimmed but nothing happened. They were stuck. The Captain then ordered. "Stop Both" Twice more the Captain ordered full astern to no avail. There was a sudden silence in the boat as the realisation sunk in that the Sirocco was not going to come free easily. The Captain Mick Saunders said "What happened Number one?" "I don't know sir. I checked the trim before we left." "Did you, then why did you not log it then? "You forgot to log it or forgot to check?" "I must have forgotten to check sir." He said sheepishly. It was obvious to everyone that the First lieutenant had slipped up, and had failed to carry out on of the most basic routine checks. They all knew that the Captain would eventually carry the ultimate blame for the First Lieutenants negligence, and would face a court of enquiry for hazarding his ship if they eventually got free. After some consultation with all the other officers the Captain said. "OK number one, release the distress buoys, but we shall have to see if the tide change is any help to us later in the day. But the Corvettes will now know we are in trouble and should issue the Subsmash 2 alert. We can not attempt to make an escape until the sea is calmer anyway, and we have some more ships on the surface. Cut all unnecessary lights and cut all none essential power, all hands not on duty to their bunks we must save battery power and air at all costs. Keep one watch at diving stations." Then to the First Lieutenant." I want you to break out and check all DSEA sets and immersion suits and log the results. I want no man to die today through faulty escape gear if we have to use it." Tony Marsh the Leading Signalman lay on his bunk. He thought about their situation. The First lieutenant had been bloody negligent; his petty jealousy of the Captain had been behind it. He had endangered all their lives, and they all knew it. Situations like this was something they had trained for, but hoped would never happen, and like the others he was fairly optimistic that they could all get out alive. Each one of them had requalified in the escape tanks only two months previously He thought about his wife Fran and what she would do if he did not make it. Fran had been a good wife, but somehow things had gone a bit flat between them recently. He had been glad in a way, when she had gone home to look after her mother, although, he did not understand why her sister could not manage to look after her mother without her. Then he reflected about his brief affair with Izzy and he felt guilty for sleeping with her when Fran was away. He thought about the circumstances of their meeting, and how the affair had started and cursed his weakness and the fact that he had been so easy to seduce. It had been a normal day just like today and they had returned to harbour at about 5.00pm. He was just about ready to go ashore to his apartment; although he knew his wife was at home with her mother following his Mothers heart attack. Just as he was about to go down the ladder to the Liberty Boat, the Navigating Officer Lieutenant Nick Holmes called out to him and asked him if he would pop in to his home with an envelope for his wife Izzy. Nick had seemed rather emotional at the time and could hardly look Tony in the face. Tony had noticed it, and briefly wondered what was behind it all. He assumed that he had been called on for extra duty or something and was upset at not being able to go home. He knew where Nick's apartment was, and he had met his wife Izzy several times before with Nick when they were out shopping... She was a real little cracker, a small slim blonde girl with blue eyes and a lovely vivacious personality and a real live wire. Tony knocked at the apartment door, and Izzy had answered it with a big welcoming smile on her face when she saw him. He gave her the envelope and she pulled him in to the apartment saying. "Let me read it Tony because he may want something taken back to the boat in the morning." She took him into the lounge and sat down to read the note. "Oh shit." She said, as if speaking to herself. She looked briefly at Tony. "Do you know anything what is in this? She asked. "No, he just gave me the envelope and asked me to deliver it. He remembered that just watching her read the note had given him an erection. Izzy stood up without speaking and walked over to a cupboard. Standing on a chair she tried, as if to reach for something on the top of the cupboard. She couldn't reach it, and so she asked Tony if he could stand on the chair and reach and she would steady him. Tony agreed and clambered on to the chair, he reached up, there was nothing there as he felt around, and he felt her hands reach for his groin and fondle his hardness. Within seconds her fingers were pulling his Zip down, and as he reacted and turned round to climb down off the chair, his groin was on a level with her mouth and she had very quickly put his cock in between those beautiful red pouty lips. Her lips moved all the way down as she bobbed her head up and down at different speeds. Her hands were clutching on to his buttocks pulling him even closer to her. Tony was about to come, when she stopped just in time. She looked up at him with a lovely smile on her face. "You liked that?" she said teasingly, "You want more?" "Yes!" Tony replied. Izzy helped him down from the chair and took his hand leading him to the bedroom. They quickly undressed and Tony lay down on the bed to watch her finish undressing. To his amazement, he saw that she wore no panties. Her bald shaven womanhood stared right at him as her jeans dropped to the bedroom floor. She jumped on the bed and straddled him, kissing him passionately. He could feel that she was very hot and wet, and he wanted her more than anything. She took his cock in her hand; put the tip to her vagina lips, rubbing it against them. Her warm juices moistened his cock He raised his hips and tried to thrust into her, but she raised off him enough to avoid it. Morning Departure "Patience darling." she taunted. She looked down at him with a sex crazed look and asked. "Do you want me to fuck you? Do you really want to feel your cock pushing right up inside me, feeling me slide up and down your cock until you can't take anymore and you will go mad? Do you want to cum inside me and make a baby with me?" "God Yes!" he groaned. Grasping his cock in her small hand she pointed it at the entrance to her love tunnel this time she let her body sink gently down on to him. Her pulsating vagina muscles gripped him tightly, lovingly, as they took him inside her. He could feel every ripple of every muscle vibrate his cock, until she had taken him all the way in. The pleasure was intense. She fucked him hard, picking up the pace, slowing down, and then going faster. Again and again she repeated this tactic, bringing Tony very near to the point of spending time after time. Izzy reached over and turned the radio on to muffle their moans. He couldn't believe he was fucking one of his officer's wives. She was really hot, as she rocked on him her eyes were closed, and her moans were coming incessantly. The look in her eyes told him she had totally abandoned herself to the act. It was a fantastic feeling as she worked away driving his cock ever deeper inside her. Sex with Fran had never been like this. Sweat started pouring off them both as she drove up and down on his cock. Her buttocks slapping his leg in time with their movements. The sensation was too great, but before he could cum, she stopped without warning. Izzy removed herself from him completely. She slowly let her body slide down his legs. She took his cock back into her mouth, tasting herself. Her lips worked up and down his cock very slowly. His climax started building. She sensed it and stopped. She rose and straddled him again. This time he slid inside her very easily as she started riding him at a very fast pace. Izzy stopped, and gave him a very passionate long kiss again, before continuing. She slammed into him hard until she climaxed and came with a mind blowing orgasm and collapsed onto him. They stayed there, holding each other for several minutes, sticking together from the sweat drying on their bodies. Izzy started fucking him again, after catching her breath. A few seconds into it, he started to cum. As their passion waned. She said "I will go and get us a drink .Stay there I'm not done with you yet." She had not and it was daylight before Tony staggered home, to change and shower before going back to the boat. Now as Tony lay there in the cold semidarkness. He thought he felt the boat give a little shudder. He could hear that there was increased activity above on the surface, and the sound of propellers as ships started to take up position for them to surface, or to start their escape. His mind kept wandering back to Izzy, in fact he thought about nothing else these days. His only regret about the possibility of dying today was that he had not met her long ago and married her, instead of Fran. Their affair had continued over the following weeks, their love making was reaching new heights and now he was making excuses to go to her, every time her husband Nick was on duty. Tony thought that he seemed to be duty officer a lot and wondered whether other officers were taking advantage of him. He always seemed to be away weekends, apparently on courses, and he sympathised a bit with Izzy being left alone so much. Izzy now claimed she was pregnant, and he was the father, but she seemed to be quite delighted about it. When she talked about it, she had said, she would still dump the responsibility on to Nick, unless of course Tony darling you are prepared to stay with me? Tony had told Izzy about how guilty he felt, but she just shrugged it off saying. "Nick is no angel, and how is it he does all these extra duties. I think he has another woman somewhere." She had not told Tony that the letter that Tony had brought, had told her that Nick wanted a break in their marriage, following a massive argument because she wanted children and he did not. Tony meanwhile being totally unaware of Izzy and Nicks marital difficulties could not help feeling so guilty, because he liked Nick, and now he felt guilty about deceiving him. As he lay there, he was steeling himself to go to the wardroom and confess everything to Nick, but there was no room anywhere on this boat for a private chat. Meanwhile Nick lay on his bunk in the wardroom listening to the increased activity overhead. He too was feeling guilty. He knew that he must face up to Tony and have it out with him soon, or he would go mad. He could not carry on like this knowing and not facing it. He liked Tony, and hoped that they could both act like mature adults when the truth came out as it must in time... It was about this time that back at her apartment Izzy stretched and became fully awake. She reflected on her growing attachment to Tony. The day that he had come with the note from Nick, telling her that he was In effect leaving her, she had reacted with anger. Tony had been available so, she had deliberately seduced him, and she had enjoyed it. To her surprise she found that Tony was good in bed, and as enthusiastic as she was. He was a far better lover than Nick. Now she waited every day for him to come to her. The nights that they were apart when Tony was on duty, were pure misery. She was now certain that she was in love with him. At first it had been lust but now she was sure that it was pure unadulterated love. The thought of losing Tony again to Fran was unbearable. Last night had been particularly good and she was now sure she was pregnant. It was probably too early for a test, but somehow her body was telling her that she was with child. She felt pregnant and she wanted to be pregnant and she had to admit she was glad that Tony was the father. The fact that Tony was not an officer, but a lowly rating did not bother her at all. Her family had money, but they were not snobs, and she was sure that they would accept Tony with no problem at all. She had to act quickly now, and get Tony to commit to her unless she was prepared to lose him. She made up her mind that morning she definitely wanted Tony. If she had to play dirty to get him, then she would play dirty. The news of her separation from Nick would soon become public anyway. She felt a little sorry for Fran, but if Fran felt her mother was more important than her husband, she had to face the risk of losing him to someone else. It was now three o clocks in the afternoon Nick and the Captain had their heads together over the chart table "The Captain said to Nick. "Well I guess it's now or never. Tell number one to call all hands to diving stations." Once everyone was closed up, the Captain told everyone over the speaker what he intended. "I want all spare hands in the after ends. If we break free, we will probably go up like a cork .So hold on tight" It was easier than he had anticipated. He ordered. "Close main vents" then he gave the order to blow all ballast tanks and almost immediately, the Sirocco broke free, and she went up very fast to the surface despite efforts to slow her down. A big cheer went up from the surrounding ships as she broke surface like a bobbing cork. It was two hours later in the growing darkness that HMS Sirocco entered harbour and returned to the depot ship. The ships in harbour sounded their sirens, and Tony still on the bridge, breathed a sigh of relief, as once again he knew where he intended to spend the night. Half an hour later, the majority of the crew of Sirocco landed on the jetty. The news had soon got out that she had been in trouble, and all the wives and girl friends had been let in to the landing stage area to meet them as they came ashore. As Tony leapt ashore his eyes immediately lit on to the blonde bundle of womanhood that was hurtling towards him wrapped in a Silver Fox fur coat. Izzy threw herself into his arms and was smothering his face with wet kisses. When he managed to calm her down he turned to see Nick standing close to him with his arm round Fran. Nick was the first to speak "Look Tony there is no easy way to say this, but I have been seeing Fran. I am in love with her. I am so sorry, and she feels the same way about me. But it looks as though you have been seeing Izzy and you have something going between you. Perhaps we should consider a double divorce and a double wedding? The End Morning Dew I write this having just woken up, my tight white tank offsetting my light brown skin, and showing off my hard chocolate brown nipples. Tiny little panties are the only other thing I'm wearing...and they are wet. As usual. Only this time, it's worse - Aron's out of town. As I look out of the window into the hazy wetness of New York City...I think about Aron. This kind of weather always makes him horny. He would love this. I know if he were here he'd just gaze out of the windows in bed laying behind me, my slim lithe figure leaning back against his tall broad body. I can feel his chest hair graze the smooth bare skin of my back, his large hands caressing one of my breasts, playing with my nipple, and the other hand sensually stroking my sides and my ass. Mmmm...I can't wait for him to come back tomorrow. Reminiscing, I think about our trip last weekend. He went to Washington DC for work, and took me with him. I occupied myself around town while he was working. "He hasn't been sleeping properly - only working working working!" I thought in frustration. I was waiting for him to return because I was aching to feel his big addictive cock buried within me; when we arrived the night before he'd been exhausted from all that driving. All he wanted to do was 69 - and come in my mouth. It was good, but it was just a pussy-tease. I wasn't going to have him tired tonight. "What can I do to relax him and make him horny?" I said to myself. I knew he'd be horny, as we hadn't fucked yesterday...this morning I was hoping his raw physical needs would win the war against being at the client on time, and he'd assault me in bed. But he didn't. He rushed about, caressed the one breast that had popped out of the skimpy pink nightie he loved, and kissed me goodbye. Ugh! More teasing! I had to make sure he had stamina tonight! I smiled to myself as I thought of the perfect way to take care of my man, and myself too! I ran down to the local shops and bought a few calming scented candles, and a nice bottle of rose-scented massage-oil...I couldn't wait for him to come back! When I got back upstairs he called to say he was on his way - 15 minutes! I rushed to light the candles, draw the curtains, and leave some lighting on in the living room so that it shone through the white fabric on the French doors that led to our room. This created a beautiful ambiance - I knew he'd like it. Last thing, outfit! I stripped down and looked at myself in the mirror. My nipples were already hard, begging to be licked and sucked. My pussy was getting wetter by the second, and I reached down and teased my clit ever-so-gently with my fingers. Mmm...that felt so good...I leaned my head back and closed my eyes...coming to my senses, I left it throbbing for more attention. I pulled on my lacy embroidered baby-blue thong and bra. This was his favorite. I heard the lock turn in the door - "He's back!" my heart sang! I poked my head through the bathroom door. "Baby! I'm so happy you're back! But you can't come in through the French doors...enter the room from the bathroom!" I said. He just smiled and shook his head, he's become accustomed to my shenanigans. I shut the door, and ran back to the bed, laying provocatively across it. As he entered his smile grew. "What's all this baby, huh? For me?" "Of Course, my love, I want to take care of you..." I got up on my knees and pulled him gently until he was in front of the bed. I unzipped his trousers as he unbuttoned his shirt, wondering what was going to happen next. I lay him down when he was finally naked and straddled him. I leaned forward and kissed him gently. His hands were stoking up and down my sides, appreciating my body. He smiled happily. "Babe..." "Shhh...just relax..." I said as I slowly unhooked my bra and flung it on the floor. I grabbed the massage oil and poured a generous amount into my palms. He watched me as I proceeded to glide my hands all over my upper body, paying special attention to oiling my breasts and nipples - he loves to watch me play. Soon I was gleaming bronze in the candlelight...his eyes trailed my hands down my body as I wiped the remnants of the oil on my inner thighs. He knew what was coming. Slowly, I positioned myself lower on his body, and lazily dragged my body over his, spreading the oil from me to him. He groaned as he felt my oiled breasts skim over his balls and enlarged cock. I paid no heed, dragging myself all the way up him, until my nipples were at his mouth. I dragged down again...repeating this motion until he was satisfactorily hard. He gazed at me longingly, his eyes saying "Put me in your mouth...in between your breasts, anywhere!" Smiling, I ignored his look of longing and started to massage his chest and his arms, relieving the tension of the day. He shut his eyes for a few moments...until I was done with most of his upper body...I stroked his hips, waking him up...and lead my hands down to his ready and waiting cock and balls...I cupped them in my hands, massaging them slightly and then turned around on him so that my back was facing him. This way I could do his legs... "Babe...take off your thong, I wanna see you properly." He commanded. He loves my ass. I got off him momentarily to slide the thong off me and then got right back on. Oh I was getting wet again...I could feel his smooth hard dick press against my warm wet lips. It was just begging for entry. But no! I wanted to massage him first! I slowly leaned over his legs, and started massaging his feet first, moving up to his calves and thighs...this of course left me bent over and my Brazilian waxed holes totally exposed to him. He LOVED it. "Mmmmm..." he said as he brought his fingers up to me and started dragging them up and down the length of my crack and pussy. He played with my clit, making it wet from my juices, and brought his fingers back down to my hole...pushing two of them in, as his thumb gently stroked my asshole. "Ooohhh..." I said, as I pushed myself back and forth on his still fingers, plunging myself onto them. The candlelight illuminated every detail of my naked silhouette on the facing wall, from my ass to the curve of my back, to my hard nipples. This only served to turn me on even more... "You're not gonna ride me baby?" Aron said softy, and took his fingers away. I didn't turn around, I didn't answer back, I just lifted myself slightly so that I could get his cock upright and at my entrance. "Here, Baby?" I asked, rubbing his solid thick cock over my wet pussy lips and throbbing clit. He groaned back in response. I held his cock and pushed down on it, slowly, slowly, until I felt him buried deep as could be. "Aaahhhhh..." It felt too good. I slowly started riding him, making slow circles and figure-8's with my ass. I was leaning forward slightly, palms on the mattress. I knew he liked to watch his cock being fucked. "Mmmm baby...yeah..." He whispered breathlessly, as he rested his arms on the pillows, watching me. Encouraged, I started riding him harder, making my ass move up and down, slamming myself onto him as my back arched. I could watch my shadow and was surprised by how hot it looked! I used it as my guide, moving my ass in controlled motions...my pussy was being stretched, but I was in control of the pain. As I came down harder and harder on him, he pushed on my upper back, making me lean lower, towards his legs. This gave him leverage and an even better view. He grabbed my hips and started pumping into me. I pushed back. Soon we both fell into great rhythm with each other, giving each other pleasure. I rode him hard as I threw my head back and came...clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing my pussy around his deeply buried cock and not letting go! That drove him over the edge. "Aaaaahhhh...ahhhhhhhh..." He came hard, bucking his hips up to me, lifting my entire body off the bed! "Ahhhhhh...aahhh..." He came into me one last time and then I was lowered back. I slowly got off him after he had become soft. I lay beside him, stroking his hair... "Babe...that was awesome..." he said with a sigh. "Shhhh...sleep...I'll wake you up in an hour..." "Baby, you're the best..." He whispered as he wrapped me up in his body and drifted off to sleep. Morning Dew I love having sex outdoors... not the sordid 'car park' dogging sort of sex but the kind of sex that makes me feel at one with nature. There is something uniquely erotic about losing myself totally out in the open where anyone might come along and discover me at any moment. Some of my most memorable times, though, have been when nature has joined in the fun. Rachael and I had decided to walk across Three Cliffs Bay. As we began the trek down the cliff to the beach, the early morning sun was trying to break through the low cloud but the summer mist swirled around our feet. The fresh smell of dew on the bracken was intoxicating and we were both basking in the elation of having woken up in the same bed on the first morning of our holiday weekend. As we bounced our way down the path, it seemed impossible to keep from touching each other; holding, squeezing and hugging at any opportunity. We both wore waterproof kagooles and walking boots. Rachael wore cotton shorts and a polo shirt, I had chosen a mid thigh length cotton skort and a hoodie. Neither of us wore underwear and there was a sexual tension crackling between us. I'd watched Rachael wiggle into her shorts earlier, so pleased that she shared my love of 'going commando'. I could feel my nipples, hard in the morning freshness, rubbing against the fleecy lining of my hoodie as my breasts jiggled lightly with my footsteps and, whenever she turned towards me, I could see her own little bumps moving beneath the cotton of Rachael's polo shirt too. I could feel my long hair getting wetter as the mist wrapped itself around us. By the time we reached the beach, the sun was a perfectly round, orange circle floating in the haze hanging just above our heads, and struggling to drive off the chill of the mist. I brushed a strand of damp hair from Rachael's cheek then kissed her, licking the dewdrops from her cheeks, from her lips and from the tip of her nose. She grinned broadly with a wicked glint in her eyes... then dropped quickly to her knees, yanking my skort down to my ankles and running off across the sand towards the rocks that give the bay its name. For a moment, I stood there stunned and bare from the waist down, incapable with laughter; then I stepped out of my skort and chased after her, brandishing the now very wet and sandy garment at her as I ran. Rachel was standing with her back to the rocks, hiding behind a boulder and looking gorgeous in a soggy waif-like way. I flung myself at her, whipping her with my wet skort and pummeling her with my fists in a girly, playful manner. As we squeaked and squealed at each other, I exacted my revenge, gripping Rachael's shorts at the waistband and yanking them down as far as her knees before we both fell backwards into the pool of water at the base of the rocks. It was one of those moments... my eyes caught Rachael's eyes and we fell into each other's arms, our lips meeting and tongues exploring. Rivulets of fresh, sweet water from a light shower of rain ran over our cheeks and down our necks but my fingers were seeking a different wetness... I found the warmth of her sex just as Rachael found mine and with a gasp, the world became very small and very intimate. Somewhere, a dog barked and seagulls squawked, waves broke and rain drops pitter-pattered all around. Totally absorbed in one another's bodies we kissed and cuddled and rubbed and sucked. Sand and seawater oozed between my legs as Rachael's fingers worked their magic. I found her special place and she gasped, a moan followed and I knew I had her rhythm. Rising to our knees, I lifted Rachael's polo shirt over her head. As she raised her arms in compliance, I leaned forward, taking her delicious, perky nipples between my lips, nipping them between my teeth. My hoodie quickly followed her shirt and we held each other close, naked breasts pressing together, kissing deeply and exploring our special places, eager to release that special wave inside us. As Rachael's fingers found the little bump of hardness between my lips, my wetness began to flow and I lost myself in our bodies. I found her place and began to circle it... round and round, then dipping deep into her wet place before returning; across the top then circling once more, sensing her movement, every twitch and gasp. I could feel her fingers inside me, sliding in and out, pressing forward, seeking my sensitive spot deep inside whist her thumb worked its magic between my lips. I knew her climax was coming... Like water coursing towards a mill wheel; unstoppable, inevitable, full of power, full of promise. As Rachael's muscles bucked against my hand, I knew my own wave was breaking too... and as it did, her fingers worked me harder and harder, mirroring my own deep between her legs; less making love than fucking each other into orgasmic exhaustion. The world exploded; a supernova born of two stars reaching their climax together then collapsing into each other's arms and holding each other close in the gentleness of the afterglow, watching the Sun gradually triumph, driving away the mist and revealing a glorious spring day. Soon, people began to arrive at the beach. I guess we could have rinsed our clothes in sea water and worn them, but our kagools reached just below our bottoms and with the draw strings pulled tight, no one could tell we were bare below the waist. So it was that we continued our adventure, even stopping at the beach cafe for breakfast, enjoying the mellow satisfaction of amazing outdoor sex and that exquisite feeling of freedom laced with wickedness one gets when not wearing underwear.