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Night Shift

By: Let Me Smell Qurious



Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! 

"DAMN! It's 1 o'clock already?"

My alarm goes off, and I say to myself, "boy do I love my job!"

Well I didn't use to, matter of fact I actually hated it. But all that changed last Monday…the day I met Q, that's the day she started working the night shift with me…the day I will never forget. 

I drag myself outta bed like I do every Monday, or better yet everyday for that matter. Because I work over nights my appearance isn't that important to me. I don't bother ironing my shirt and I throw on the same pair of jeans I had on yesterday. I take a quick whiff to make sure they will pass and they do.

I went to a party last weekend so my hair is still neat and I am clean-shaven, so I look better than I usually do on Mondays, plus I didn't sleep to bad last night, making my Monday depression more bearable.

I get to work, and I see her. She has her back turned to me and the first thing I see is her ass. Her round cheeks protruding from her summer dress. Her free flowing, thin material allows her ass the freedom it rightfully deserves. The material is soft cotton, I immediately think to myself "she has to be wearing a thong". I adjust my crotch as my muscle begins to swell. 

At first I thought she was the new supervisor, checking up on things since there have been some fuck ups in the last few weeks. I quickly catch an attitude ready to defend myself on whatever she may bring to the table.

I take a sip of my coffee and mumble to myself, "Its too early for this bullshit."

She turns and asks, "What did you say?" Now I have a full view of her. She is beautiful! I stand there for what seems like an eternity, immersed in her. There was an awkward moment and she says "Hi, my name is Quincee, I was named after my father, but all my friends call me Q for short.

You are Ricky right? Yeah, I think I am your new night partner. The big wigs think that there will be less mistakes if there are two of us here."

All the time she is speaking to me fantasies rush through my head, as I look her up and down. From head to toe this women is beautiful. Short black hair, just long enough for me to grab as I think about fucking her from the back. Her breasts a full D-cup, just right for tittie fucking. Flat stomach, long smooth legs, and then I fixate my eyes on her crotch. I dream about how good she must taste, how wet she gets, how big her clit is and whether or not she shaves her pussy.

She snaps me outta my fantasy, and says "Ricky! Ricky...are you ok?"

"Huh...what oh…oh yeah…Quincee! Nice to meet ya...I was…uh…damn I am tired. Umm…Uh lets go to the office." 

I quickly want to hide behind my desk cause my solider is at full salute now, and I didn't want her to see…well not just yet anyway…and a sly smile dances across my face. 

"What are you all smiles about?" she asks while raising an eyebrow. 

"Nothing!" I reply, quickly changing the subject…and I begin to tell her how the nightshift works. 

I give her a few forms to read and fill out. She leans on the desk to write, giving me full view of her big beautiful breasts. Again more fantasies rush through my mind….

I try to remain focused, but all I can think about is sucking on her tits, flicking my tongue back and forth on her hard nipples. My visions get elaborate and I dream of her saying…

"It's okay Rick, I feel what you're feeling too. I see how you are looking at me and I want the same thing you do!" Her words catch me off guard and I was in shock, so shocked I fumbled and dropped the reports. "Rick, is there something wrong?" she says. I didn't know what to say I was in shock by her comment. Was she actually feeling the way I felt? I was hot with passion, my cock was throbbing and I had to do all I could to keep it from ripping right through my Levi's. "Quincee…" She reply's in a sexy seductive voice, while reaching for my hand, "Please call me Q." "I mean, Q…I uh didn't know what you meant by feeling the way I feel, it just…uh" I mumble out the words feeling like a complete idiot. I am a grown man and I'm stuttering over this woman. "Rick, I meant it's okay to feel attracted to one another," she says while moving closer to me.

"What makes you think that I am attracted to you?" I ask. What am I doing challenging her? I know she's sexy as hell and if she would let me…I would fuck her in a heartbeat. "Well, no man's dick gets that big for nothing." she giggles. What!? She knew? How is that? I made sure I did my best to hide it, I guess not well enough though. My heart races faster and I want to take it further…so much further! For a brief second I wonder if we should get to work…but my throbbing cock quickly killed that idea!

She gets up and I hungrily follow her. ...like a lion stalking its prey. I quickly realize that she is leading me to the ladies room. She peeks in and says "hello? Anyone in here?" No one replies, I'm wondering what in the hell is she doing! But my throbbing dick reminds me that there are the only about 20 night employees, and as of now there are only a few in this wing of the building. While she walks, she swings her hips from side to side, emphasizing her juicy ass. I can easily see myself eating her pussy from behind…and I imagine if she has ever let someone tongue fuck her ass! With that thought I can't help but touch my dick…she turns around and catches my hand stroking my erection through my jeans. 

This girl is so tempting, and again my big head tries to make sense of the situation. I struggle with the idea of is this pussy worth me losing my job? I plead to her "Q, we should get to work, there are people in the office." "Rick, it's the late shift, shut up and come here!" she reply's as she grabs my shirt and pulls me into the ladies room. 

She drags me into one of the stalls and rubs my dick and says "Wow…I see your solider is at full attention, but is he ready to do battle?" She unzips my pants and grabs my stiff cock. I can't help but think about her wet lips on my dick, grabbing my balls as she sucks and teases my cock with her hot wet tongue. She pulls my pants down around my ankles and sits down on the toilet. She looks up at me with a devilish smile, licks her lips and makes a home for my dick in her mouth. At first she slowly runs her tongue up and down on my cock, licking my shaft from base to tip. "Mmmmmm…" I moan in ecstasy, as she takes my cock deep in her mouth. I reach for her head, and run my fingers through her short hair. I wrap her curls around my fingers and pull her close to me, desperately wanting her to swallow me whole.

I grab her breasts with my other hand, squeezing them as if I were trying to get milk, passion lost and pure raw unadulterated heat is found. "Stand-up!" I tell her, my voice filled with lustful desire. I reach down and lift her skirt…tearing at her panties, searching for the key to her soul. "Turn around" I say… my breath short, panting and panting like a dog in heat. I take my throbbing dick in my hand, and bend her over. Pulling her hips back towards me…

"RICK! RICK!" She screams.

I jump awake from my daydream startled! "Um…. Ah…sorry! I was lost there for a second"

"Yeah I noticed, what were you thinking about" she says looking confused.

"Uh...nothing really, just about the night that's all." 

"That's not what the bulge in your pants is tells me" she cleverly replies while sitting back in her chair, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. My mouth dropped, and my eyes grew wide. I sat there mortified. Shocked and embarrassed! I begin to utter sorry excuses, then she cuts me off…

"Nah don't worry about it, I don't mind. It happens to everyone."

I remained still, not knowing what to say or do. I quickly try to change the subject "Let's take a look at…"

"So you are not going to tell me?" she says. "I saw your eyes roll to the back of your head, it must've been some day dream!"

I am sweating! She passes me a tissue and I use it to wipe my brow, although I could have used it to wipe the pre-cum dripping from my cock.

"Listen Rick, if we are going to be working together, I want you to feel comfortable around me. I want you to be able to tell me things, even if it may be embarrassing at times. Tell ya what…. If I tell you something personal, will you tell me what you were fantasizing about?"

My mind and heart was racing, and it seems as if she wanted to play a very dangerous game…making matters worse, my little head has taken over total control, and I decided to take the bait, hoping her secret is just as juicy I was praying her pussy was.

"Ok Rick, but if I tell you, do you promise to tell me?"

I nodded my head like a kid telling his parents he will be rewarded for good behavior.

Instead of having ice cream for eating all my vegetables, the cream I was now hoping to receive is a different type all together. 

"Okay here it goes…." She eases back in her chair and beings to tell her story.

"I have always had love for the female body; everything about it turns me on. My nipples swell with desire after one mere thought. But one night, that love turned into lust!" I giggle with delight like a schoolgirl…"let me explain."

"A few months ago I went to a party with my friend Derek. I was mingling with everyone, but the most stimulating conversation I had, I ended up having with a lesbian. Well, I didn't know she was one while I was talking to her. I found out that part later! I giggle. 

While the party was winding down, and after a few drinks, she began to flirt with me. She got real close to me and slyly whispered in my ear. She told me how sexy she thought I was. How nice my breasts looked in my shirt. She then flicked her tongue in my ear. I stood in awe of the way she made me feel, in awe of how wet my panties got all of a sudden. This woman turned me on in a way that was wrong but felt so right. She said, "I was watching you dance all night, I'm Lara, what's your name?" I shyly reply "I'm Quincee." "Nice to meet you Quincee." She said as she reached out and took my hand in hers. She licked her juicy lips and I was sure that they matched her lips below her waist, suffocated by her tight faded blue jeans, the kind that hang off the hips. She winked and then started to walk off. I didn't want her to go…I was too curious to let it end. She seemed to disappear in the lingering crowd. I catch her outside while she was waiting for her cab. I stood in awe looking at her; she had long black hair down to her ass, and a see through lace top, increasing my newfound desire to taste her breasts. I was thinking to myself, "Q your not bi…what the hell are u doing?" I turn around cause I hear Derek calling my name. He wakes me from my fantasy and I turn back around to look for Lara but she was gone.

"Q, I've been looking for you, where you been? You ready baby girl?" "Yeah… uh…but I just have to find someone." "Who?" "D, this woman came onto me…and …and I don't know, but my panties are fucking wet." He laughs a devilish laugh with a grin to match and says "ooh girl, want me to take care of the rest?" "Nah D, I don't want dick tonight, I want that girl!" My body wanted her to hold me, to kiss me. I wanted her to eat my pussy…mmmmm I can just feel her tongue on my clit and in the walls of my pussy. "Q, let's go get a flick and relax, if you want me to suck that pussy, I will." D's high, I can tell cause those once sexy hazel eyes are now a glossy shade of red. I glance down and see that his cock is bulging through his pants. Knowing that he was turned on made me even hotter. "Alright, let's go" I say out of disappointment and frustration. I desperately desired this opportunity and now it was gone. We hop into my car and on the way home we go to the adult store to pick up a movie. Feeling hungry for a woman I stroll into the lesbian section. Lost in the bountiful amount of bare tits and ass, I bump into someone. As I looked up to apologize, standing right before me was Lara! I am stuck. I don't even know what to say to her. I take a deep breath, getting ready to utter a stunned apology, but before I even get the chance to say anything she smiles and says "Hello again…Q is it?" "Yeah." I pleasantly reply. "You left so fast, I…I was wondering…." Before I could even finish she put her finger on my lips and said "Shhhhhh…you alone?" "No, my guy friend is with me." I point him out, he's standing over in the gang bang section, his mouth wide open, looking like he's about to eat the damn box. "Mmmmm; he's hot" She says. "You two follow me." 

Follow her? I think to myself, 'follow her to where?' I walk over to D who's at the register buying the video he was drooling over and tell him "D! That's the girl…tell me she's not hot!?" "She's alright", he says, "I could grab that long hair real tight and..." I cut him off…"Shut up, she wants us to go with her, hurry up and lets go!" "Q, you don't even know this chick" he says, "what can she do that I can't do at your place." "Let's find out." I reply, while rushing out the door.

About 15 minutes have passed as I follow her cab and Derek is in the passenger seat jerking his cock. I am having trouble concentrating on the road, thinking about what's about to happen and now seeing D play with his dick. I love to see a guy masturbate. I wanted to suck that cock so bad; I wanted his big dick in my mouth. Just looking at it and hearing him moan made me so fucking horny. I'm trying to concentrate on the road, watch D play with his cock and follow Lara's cab all at the same time. 

"Q, ahhhh baby sit on it…mmmm…please girl sit on it." "D, I'm driving…" "Stop the car girl." Damn him! He knows that I like to watch, he knows I want to, but I also have an unquenched desire to continue after Lara, trying to stay focused on her taxi among the sea of yellow cabs. It's a red light. I think to myself… 'Now's my chance.' I bend over and swallow his cock. "Aaaaaaaaahhhh Q, oooh yeah baby" he groans. I love sucking cock; it turns me on to know how good I can make a man feel. I suck his dick harder and harder, I know he wants to cum…but I have something else in mind. 

Car horns blow behind me notifying me that it's a green light. He groans in desperation, "Q, damn don't stop girl. Pull this muthafucka over and suck my dick! I was about to cum. Finish me off!" 

I ignore his request and continue to follow Lara. We pull into her driveway and she waves us in. "You have a beautiful house" I utter those words not knowing what else to say. We get inside and she beckons me with her finger, inviting me to approach her. I felt like I had no control over my body, like a robot following its program. I grabbed her ass and started to kiss her softly. Our tongues were playing tag, chasing one other in our mouths. She moans… "come with me." She takes me by the hand and leads me to her bedroom. I take a look back at D and he was watching us, his pants already down around his ankles, playing with his cock. I am sure that this was not only my fantasy, but his too. His dick looks glossy, and I realize that he already came. He is now using his cum as lubrication and getting his dick hard again. I lick my lips, I wanted to taste his cream, but for now I was on another mission. I tell him, "I'll be right back D." "Take your time," he says. He puts on the porno movie that we got from the store, makes himself comfortable on the couch and continues to stroke his big dick. 

Once we get upstairs she begins to undress. She took off her shirt and her titties bounce free. She comes towards me and we start to kiss. She unzips my zipper and slides down my skirt. She takes her soft hands and plays with my pussy. I have never been touched by a woman before, and this is better than what I ever imagined. Shit feels so good she makes me wanna purr. "Wet already?"she says, as a sly smile comes across her face. "I couldn't help it, you just, you... " She cuts me off and says, "can I taste?" Just the thought of her licking my pussy sets me on fire. I take off my thong allowing Lara complete access to my love. Lara starts to bite my nipples through my bra. "Aaahh, be gentle baby" I moan in delight. She unhooks me, and releases my tits from their captive restraints. She dances her wet tongue across my nipples. 

By now we are both naked enjoying one another's bodies. We lie down on her bed, and our wet pussies begin to grind one another. I feel like coming already. I think she sensed my rising heat, and didn't want me to cum just yet. She instead…she turns me over on my stomach and starts to eat my ass. I can't bare it; my moans are so loud they turn to screams of passion. 

Her sexy voice says, "Raise your ass Q." Once I did she sucked my clit from behind, I felt like I was going to explode all over her face at any moment. I wiggled my ass purposely to hold back the feeling. "Lara let's 69." I say. She starts to laugh with acceptance. She stood up and her big breasts were calling for the attention of my tongue. I took one of her hard nipples in my mouth and sucked it like it was my own. The feeling of having another woman's breasts in my mouth was exhilarating…and I wanted to tatse her pussy just as bad if not worse. 

Both of our nipples were hard, we rubbed them together while our tongues met in each other's mouths. She laid down on the bed and I sat my sopping wet pussy on her face. I leaned forward and start to rub her clit; her response lets me know that I am doing something right. I guess my countless times of masturbating were now coming in handy. I rub her clit slowly and take my tongue and lick the inside of her pussy lips. "Mmmm" She tastes good; it's sweet and warm. I lap at her pussy like a hungry kitten laps at her milk. I slide my tongue in and out of her pussy and with each moan I know she wants to cum. She's eating my pussy and I'm eating hers…the intensity increases! I scream out, "Lara I'm going to cum…" "No baby, don't" she moans. She stops sucking my clit and moans with pleasure. I'm continuing to suck her pussy, and wiggling my ass so she doesn't forget about my pussy. My body is full of heat and my breasts start to swell. Then just when I think it can't get any better, it does! I scream out in passion, "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Something big and beautiful just entered my pussy. I turn my head back and its Derek! "Ahhhhh! Oh yeah! Fuck me D, fuck me!" Lara slides out from underneath me and starts to suck on my titties. I think to myself 'It must be my birthday!' D grabs my ass with his hands and starts to pump my pussy back and forth on his hard cock. His balls are slapping against my clit, the fierce pressure of his stiff dick, his balls against my clit, and Lara sucking on my swollen breasts all at once is going to make me explode. "Oooooh I'm gonna cum" D fucks me harder and harder and starts to grind his dick in my pussy… He says to Lara "come put your pussy on my face!" Without hesitation our positions change. He lies on back and she sits on his face, and he says, "now sit on my dick Q." Lara and me face each other while I ride his dick and she rides his face. Our tongues are drawn to each other's lips once more. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought this would happen. "I'm cumming, ahhhh I'm cumming." I couldn't take it anymore and I exploded on his cock while Lara pulled and sucked on my nipples. Seeing me cum must have turned her on because her eyes were in a daze… she was rubbing her clit faster and faster over D's hot tongue." "Oooooohhh yeah, fuck yeah I'm gonna cum," Lara moaned. I grabbed her face towards mine and started to kiss her… she sucked on my bottom lip like she couldn't let go… "Aaahhh Q…aaahhh" she released my lips and at the same time she released all over D's lips. Derek was still fucking my pussy hard, guiding my hips onto his dick slow and then fast, and then faster and faster. He was going to cum anytime now…I felt his dick get larger inside my pussy and finally felt the warm cream slide up inside my walls. 


Night Shift



For Marcy, it was another typical night at work. All the offices on the mezzanine were dark except for her cubicle. From her vantage point, Marcy could scan over the production floor and see most her co-workers busy at their workstations. The girls working on the assembly line ranged in age from their early twenties to late forties. There were only five men working the night shift, all of them somewhere in their twenties. They were the supply and process control guys. Although a couple of them referred to themselves as "harem masters". It was their term for overseeing the girls and operations on their product lines.

Marcy's job was perfect for her. She was a night person, usually sleeping during the day and running around of an evening before work. Marcy didn't have to answer to anyone except the day shift production manger. She spent most of the night in front of her computer going over inventories and finished goods data. Marcy performed a physical inventory of raw materials at the beginning of the night shift and another finished goods inventory at the end of the shift, just before 7:00am. 

The operation ran peacefully and smoothly on nights, no managers around making erratic decisions. Being down on the production floor gave her a brief chance to visit with a few of the girls. For the most part, the guys ignored Marcy, not liking the fact that she wasn't under their control. She rarely even looked at the guys, let alone spoke with them. Marcy was sure they made disparaging remarks, probably sexual, about her when she wasn't around. Marcy's intense shyness was the biggest problem she had to deal with on a daily basis. She'd always been on the shy side but during her teen years it had grown immensely. Marcy had great difficulty talking with any guys she came in contact with. She never dated in high school, never participated in any of the social activities. In a few weeks, she would turn 20, still extremely shy, still a virgin! 

Marcy was 5'7" with an average to slender build. She kept her dark brown hair cut short so it was easy to manage. She always wore make-up and dressed neatly just so guys would notice her. A soft smile was her trademark facial expression. Guys had a hard time noticing her smile since she usually walked with her head down. 

Although Marcy talked with most of the girls on the assembly line, Pamela was her closest friend. Pam was 25, divorced and quite well liked by the opposite sex. She was the same height as Marcy with shoulder length blonde hair. Pamela loved to tease the guys especially with her wise remarks and taunting gestures. Marcy wished she could acquire Pam's traits but knew it would never happen. The one thing the two girls shared was Marcy's secret of still being a virgin. Pamela frequently offered to set her up with someone but Marcy always refused. Being a friend, Pam didn't push the idea, waiting to let nature take its course.

It was midnight, time for the first break of the night. Most everyone headed for the outside break area, which had several picnic tables and was well lit. The warm night air filled with cigarette smoke and idle chatter. Marcy and Pamela stood off to one side leaning up against Pamela's car.

"We still going out for breakfast after work?" Marcy asked.

"Yeah." Pamela replied. "I need to drop my car off at the garage first. The whole damn exhaust system's about to fall off. Can you follow me over?"

Marcy and Pamela went out for breakfast every Friday morning after work. It was the end of their normal workweek, time to relax and think about the weekend. The two girls sometimes went shopping after breakfast or hung out at Pam's house watching movies. They seldom saw each other during the rest of the weekend since Pamela always had a date or two. 

Across the drive from their facility was another industrial operation, a small machine shop. There were seven or eight guys that worked the night shift there. They always took their breaks at the same time so they could come over and talk. There was the usual amount of flirting mingled with gossip and sports talk. Marcy always stood off to herself whenever they came over. They probably thought she was stuck-up, not wanting to socialize with them.

Quitting time finally arrived. Marcy stopped by the production manager's office and dropped off her reports and printouts from the night. She was anxious to get away from work and start enjoying her time off. Pamela was waiting for her outside the entrance. 

"Ready?" Pamela asked.

"Ready." Marcy replied. "I'll follow you over to the repair shop."

Marcy followed Pamela north on Shadeland Avenue to the repair shop. She could see the mufflers on Pam's car barely clearing the pavement almost hanging up on an elevated manhole cover. Pam pulled into the crowded parking lot of the garage and motioned she'd be right back out. A few minutes later, the two girls were on their way to Perkins Restaurant, their favorite place for breakfast.

The girls sat at a table along the windows. Their waitress brought them fresh coffee and menus. Marcy and Pam scanned over the menus briefly before placing their order. Both girls lit up cigarettes and sipped the coffee while they waited for their food.

"Hey ladies!" A voice greeted. 

Marcy and Pamela both looked around the crowded restaurant, recognizing three of the guys from the machine shop. The guys waved at them. Pamela gestured back at them, Marcy nodded her head, forcing herself to smile. The waitress brought their food and more fresh coffee. The girls ate, casually making conversation about work and the weekend. 

When the guys finished eating, they got up from their table across the room and walked towards Marcy and Pam. Pamela noticed them approaching and smiled. The three guys sat down with the girls.

"Fancy running into you two here!" One of the guys exclaimed. His name was Brett, a short guy, approximately Marcy's height with short brown hair. He had an athletic build and a nice smile. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties.

"We eat here whenever we get the chance." Pam responded. "It's close to the malls if we decide to go shopping."

"I hate shopping!" Ron exclaimed. "My ex was a shopaholic! One reason we got a divorce." Ron was tall and slender, well over 6' tall. His shoulder length dark hair was curled almost like a woman's.

"We're going over to Ron's and watch some new dvd's." Brett stated. "Maybe drink a few beers before the day's over. You girls care to join us?"

Marcy glanced at Pam to get her reaction to the invitation. Pamela smiled like she was interested, shrugging her shoulders. She was waiting for Marcy to say something.

"What do you think Marcy?" Pam quipped. "Think we can trust these guys?"

"Oh,...I need to get home and do some laundry and housecleaning." Marcy responded, coming up with a quick excuse.

"Well, I won't go if you won't!" Pam said. "Why don't we just go and watch one movie?"

Marcy hesitated momentarily before agreeing. She actually wanted to go, not wanting to spend the rest of the weekend alone. Besides, Chris, the third guy of the trio was a great-looking guy. He was a few inches taller than Marcy, maybe 5'10" or so. He had a muscular build, evidenced by his short sleeve shirt and tight jeans. He had sandy hair and a friendly smile. Marcy used to watch him during break times when he'd come over to join the girls. He was very quiet, hardly saying much during breaks. 

The guys paid their check and generously picked up the girl's tab. They left the restaurant, walking towards their vehicles.

"Hey, one of us needs to ride with the girls so they won't get lost." Brett exclaimed. 

"I'll ride with Marcy and Pam!" Chris volunteered. 

Chris quickly walked towards the girls, not waiting for Brett or Ron to agree or disagree. Pam sat in the back seat of the Camaro. Chris sat in the passenger seat next to Marcy. It was the first time a guy had ridden in her car. She almost wished Pamela wasn't sitting in the back seat. 

Ron lived in a new housing addition on the west side of town. It took almost a half hour to make the drive. Marcy parked in front of the garage alongside Ron's pick-up. The trio exited the car just as Brett pulled in. Ron was waiting for them at the door, motioning for them to enter. Ron's house was a spacious ranch style brick home.

Ron had the latest James Bond dvd so he put it in the player. Pam sat with Brett and Ron on the couch. Marcy and Chris sat in matching casual chairs. The movie was great, lots of typical Bond action scenes with sexual overtones. Marcy went to use the bathroom after the movie ended. She heard voices passing by the bathroom door. When she returned to the livingroom only Chris was there. Marcy looked for her friend, Pamela

"Think Pam's entertaining Ron and Brett in the bedroom." Chris muttered.

Marcy didn't say anything. She glanced briefly towards the hallway as she sat down in the chair next to Chris's. Chris put a comedy in the dvd player, using the remote to start it. The constant moaning sounds coming from the bedroom were clearly audible over the television's volume. Marcy focused her attention on the television but her ears on the noises coming from the bedroom. The voices and moaning had a sexually arousing effect on her. She glanced over at Chris but he didn't appear to be paying attention to anything but the movie. Marcy's eyes glanced quickly towards the hallway and then back towards the tv before Chris could catch her.

"Let's sneak down and take a peak." Chris whispered. "See what they're up to."

Chris rose from his chair, grabbing Marcy's hand, pulling her to her feet. The two crept down the hallway being careful not to let their footsteps be heard. The bedroom door was partially closed. Marcy froze when she saw her friend, Pam on all fours on the bed. She was bobbing her head up and down furiously on Brett's hard cock. Ron was kneeling behind her, fucking her with long, slow strokes. Brett glanced towards the door with half opened eyes. Marcy took an abrupt step back, pressing herself against Chris. He put his hands on her shoulders to steady her. Marcy peeked around the door just as Brett grabbed Pam's head forcing it down hard on his cock. He shot his load into Pam's mouth, emitting a loud groan. He held her head firmly, not letting her pull her head away. Ron began fucking harder and faster into Pamela. Loud, smacking sounds filled the bedroom then they quickly stopped. Ron emanated a long, low groan as he spewed his hot load deep inside Pamela's pussy. 

"Oh." Marcy exclaimed, trying to catch herself before she said it.

She pressed back hard against Chris to escape being seen or heard but Chris wasn't budging. She twisted around, slipping from beneath Chris's firm grip on her shoulders. He stood motionless, his eyes still focused on the trio.

"Come on!" Marcy whispered. "Let's get out of here!"

Chris didn't reply to her request. He turned and pushed Marcy gently towards the livingroom. Marcy picked up her handbag next to the chair and headed for the door, towards Chris. 

"Can you give me a ride back to my car?" He asked. "I left it at the restaurant."

"Yeah, sure." Marcy replied.

The two drove in silence for most of the short drive back to back to the restaurant.

"Guess it wasn't such a good idea to spy on them, was it?" Chris said. "Damn, that Pamela is hot, isn't she?"

"Yeah...I guess so." Marcy replied, not wanting to admit she agreed with his remarks.

There were a few minutes of silence before Chris spoke again.

"Pam tells me you never date." He stated. "Guess it wouldn't do me any good to ask you out."

"I just...well, it's just me I guess." Marcy replied, her words broken.

Marcy pulled into the parking lot at Perkins Restaurant. Chris pointed out his car as Marcy slowed to approach it. 

"If you want to go out sometime, I'd go out with you." Marcy stated. "I mean if you still want to." 

"Yes. I definitely want to." Chris answered, smiling. "In fact, I really don't want to get out of the car."

"What do you mean?" Marcy inquired.

"Well, why can't we start our date now?" Chris asked. "I just need a shower and a short nap first."

"Yeah, me too." Marcy replied. "Especially the sleep."

"Ok...your place or mine?" Chris asked. "My apartment's not far, just over on Keystone."

Marcy hesitated a few moments before answering.

"Yours...I guess." She replied, not really knowing what to answer. 

Marcy followed Chris to his apartment, parking next to him. Marcy exited her car, locking it. Chris put his hand out slipping it around her waist. Chris unlocked the door to his apartment, allowing Marcy to enter first. The apartment was nice, as nice as the carriage house she lived in.

"How about something cold to drink?" Chris suggested. "I've got Cokes and lemonade in the refrigerator."

"A Coke would be fine." Marcy replied. 

Chris and Marcy entered the compact kitchen. Chris took two Cokes from the refrigerator, handing one to Marcy. Chris took a couple of quick gulps from his.

"I need to grab a shower." He stated. "I'll turn the television on for you."

Chris proceeded towards one of the bedrooms. Marcy sat down across from the television, not paying attention to what channel was on. She noticed several pictures on top of the set. Some were of Chris and two small boys, another of Chris, the boys and a woman. She wondered if Chris was married, something she hadn't thought about. She was slightly alarmed at the thought of being in their apartment if he was.

Marcy heard the shower running in the bathroom down the hallway. She didn't know whether to stay or leave. The shower stopped and Chris came out of the bathroom, wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. He approached Marcy and took a few sips of her soft drink. She looked up at his soaking wet hair and body. The thought of him standing there wearing just a towel excited her. Chris had a strong, muscular upper body. His chest had very little hair on it, some of it already gray. 

"Shower's all yours!" Chris exclaimed.

"I noticed the pictures on top of your tv." Marcy said, nervously. "Your family?"

"Todd and Tony, my boys. Todd's 5, Tony just turned 4!" Chris said, beaming with pride. "They live with their mother up in Westfield."

"Your divorced." Marcy muttered.

"Yeah...almost a year." He replied. "Rachael and I couldn't get along. I get the boys every other weekend and two weeks during the summer."

Marcy was greatly relieved, knowing Chris wasn't married. Her apprehensions quickly dissipated. She walked towards the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She debated whether to lock it or not. Locking the door seemed like the stupid thing to do. It would appear she didn't trust Chris.

Marcy took off her clothes piling them on top of the hamper. She stepped into the shower, adjusting the water temperature and spray. Chris opened the bathroom door and walked in. The shower curtain was translucent enough so that he couldn't see Marcy clearly. Marcy froze, covering herself with her hands and the washcloth.

"I've got an oversize shirt you can sleep in." Chris shouted. "I'll put it on the hook on the back of the door."

"Oh, Ok." Marcy responded with a shaky voice. 

Marcy finished her shower and toweled herself dry. She slipped on her panties and the shirt that Chris had put on the back of the door. The shirt was long, reaching almost halfway to her knees. Marcy rolled the sleeves up till her hands were exposed. She gathered up the rest of her clothes and exited the bathroom. Chris was sitting in the recliner, wearing a pair of gym shorts and smoking a cigarette. He smiled when he saw her, his eyes looking her up and down. 

Marcy set her clothing on the couch next to her purse. She picked up the Coke and took a few sips. Chris put his cigarette in the ashtray.

"I'll sleep on the couch." He said. "You'll sleep better in the bed."

Marcy glanced towards the bedroom door. She didn't feel right booting Chris from his own bed.

"I can sleep on the couch." She suggested. "I'm a great couch sleeper."

"Well, we could both sleep on the couch!" Chris kidded, grinning.

"Or...we could both sleep in the bed!" Marcy said jokingly, her words accidentally slipping out.

Chris rose from the chair and gestured towards the bedroom. Marcy and Chris casually walked into the bedroom. Chris pulled the comforter towards the foot of the bed. Marcy pulled the sheet back and slipped into bed. Chris slid in beside her. Surprisingly, Marcy didn't feel nervous being in bed with him. Marcy turned on her side with her back towards Chris. Chris reached around, pulling her close to him. She could feel the warmth of his body through the shirt. Chris rested his hand on Marcy's tummy. Marcy put her hand over his, relaxing in his embrace. 

Marcy closed her eyes, hoping Chris would make a move but he didn't. She felt his warm breath against her hair. Marcy lay there for several minutes; afraid Chris was slowly dozing off. She took her hand off his, unbuttoning the few buttons on the shirt. She reached down for Chris's hand, bringing it up to her breasts. The roughness of his hand resting on the soft skin of her firm breasts aroused her, causing her nipples to harden. Chris barely moved his fingers over Marcy's bare breasts, teasing her erect nipples with his thumb. Marcy began squirming against Chris, feeling his cock harden against her butt. She gasped feeling his cock growing larger. Chris kissed her softly on the back of the neck and on her ear.

"I don't think we should go any farther." Chris whispered in her ear. "I know you've never been with anyone before. Maybe someone else should be your first."

Marcy was disappointed that Chris didn't want to make love to her. She didn't want to stay a virgin but she couldn't force Chris to do something if he didn't want to. She really wanted Chris to be her first.

"If it's not going to be you...it's not going to be anybody." Marcy uttered softly.

Chris scooted back from Marcy, rolling her onto her back. He pushed the sheet down and opened her shirt. Marcy looked up at him as he leaned into her, kissing her softly and passionately on the lips. His hand gently massaged her firm breasts, exciting her. She put her arms around Chris, pulling him close. He slid his tongue between Marcy's lips, probing her mouth. She moaned softly as his tongue darted in and out between her moistened lips.

Chris and Marcy continued kissing. His hand brushed back and forth leisurely over her tummy. Marcy was languishing from Chris's kisses and his hand brushing across her skin. Chris pulled his lips from Marcy's. He put his lips on her nipples, sucking gently on them. Marcy's eyes widened and her mouth gaped open. She felt the excitement in her body growing to a new feeling. 

"Hmmmmmmmm...ohhhhhhhhhhh" Marcy quietly moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhh"

Chris moved his hand over Marcy's panties, rubbing the mound over her pussy. Marcy pushed her butt against the sheets, rolling her hips back and forth. Chris slipped his hand inside her panties feeling her soft pubic hair. Marcy's legs spread immediately, uncontrolled. Chris slid his hand over Marcy's wet slit; his fingers teased the lips of her pussy. Marcy's butt lifted up off the bed when Chris inserted his middle finger inside her. She moaned aloud feeling herself cumming. He held her body tight against his, her face buried in his chest 

"Arghhhhhhhhhhhh...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddd"

Chris gently fingered Marcy's hot pussy till her orgasm gradually faded. Chris pushed Marcy's panties down her legs so she could kick them off. He lowered himself down over her, kissing her tummy and the mound of her pussy. Marcy's half-opened eyes watched as his lips kissed the slit of her pussy. She felt his tongue slowly slide up and down her juicy slit, causing her body to tense. Marcy tried to push his head away with her hands but Chris grabbed her hands. He held them firmly, pulling her against his mouth. Chris's tongue worked Marcy's pussy, sucking on her clit till she orgasmed again.




Night Shift



This is my first submission. I welcome any constructive criticism and feedback. Thanks!

This is a work of fiction. I am not trying to under mind anyone's idea of a true D/s relationship. It is simple a story that popped into my head. 




Maggie paused as she opened the door to her last patient's room. She had heard during report that the young woman's condition had not change. She remained comatose although the doctors could not definitively say why. MRIs, CT scans both normal. An EEG done earlier that day to measure brain activity had also been normal. So why was the young woman not awake?

Walking slowly into the room, she again paused at the end of the woman's bed and flashed back to her admission. The girl had obviously been beaten badly. Her face had swollen beyond recognition, her eyes and lips so puffy she had looked alien. More bruises had marred her lean body. And as Maggie had undressed her for assessment she noted an obvious handprint on her left breast, and finger marks around her neck. More bruising discoloured the milky white of her inner thighs.

That night, the woman's brother, Paul, had entered the room. Hard and angry, he looked as if he would kill whoever had harmed his sister. Maggie had found herself attracted to him immediately. There was something in his personality that had stirred her. His dominance and utter disregard for her had left her wet and wanting. And the feelings still disturbed her. She had never been the submissive sort. Arrogant jackasses never turned her on, but this man with his square jaw clenched and sapphire blue eyes blazing had affected her like no other. 

Maggie had requested this patient for the last 4 nights, hoping to catch a glimpse of the gorgeous brother. She had not been disappointed, for it seemed the young man never left his sister's side. After that first night, he had softened, no longer hard and angry, but that air of dominance still surrounded him. They seldom talked while she made her rounds. But she had felt him watching her as she worked and Maggie felt herself wanting to surrender under his knowing eyes. 

Now as Maggie looked down on the young woman she looked peaceful in rest. Her face no longer swollen beyond recognition, but the litany of bruises remained in the form of greenish yellow discoloration. The girls lips were chapped and split in several placed, no doubt a result of her heinous beating. Maggie felt a renewed stirring of sympathy for the young woman. Whoever had laid their hands on her had been cruel and vicious. 

There had been no sightings of the brother today. Neither of the previous two nurses had seen him, and for some reason that made Maggie's heart sink a little. Not that she deluded herself. He was gorgeous, and she was plane Jane. Short and a little too curvy, she always wore her dull brown hair in a tight ponytail. Although her breasts were more than a handful, and a favourite of her previous lovers she didn't have much else to entice a handsome stranger.

She still couldn't keep herself from imagining his hands running over her breasts. Squeezing and twisting her nipples as he nibbled on her earlobe. He would be a fantastic lover. He was hard and lean. Over six foot he would easily overwhelm her 5'3" frame. She shuddered slightly and opened her eyes. This was no place to be fantasizing over her patient's brother, no matter how hot he was.

Maggie sighed and walked to the edge of the bed. She was unaware of the shadow in the far corner of the room.

********

Jake sat silently in the corner of the room, watching the girl as her night nurse entered. The nurse had been there every night and yet he could still not recall her name. She was insignificant. 

He watched as she paused at the end of the bed. She was wearing an unflattering blue scrub dress, white hose, and black strapped shoes. The white snaps down the front of her gown reflected off the dim light coming from overhead. Her breasts strained against the fabric as her chest rose quicker. Her large nipples pressed against the rough cotton fabric. 

Was the little minx getting turned on by the girl in the bed? No. Her eyes were closed. She was thinking of someone else. Him perhaps. The edges of his mouth curled slightly. He had noted her attraction to him previously, but brushed it away as his thoughts stayed with the girl lying in the bed. He had thought she would be awake by now. She disappointed him. 

The young nurse shivered and opened her eyes. Jakes cock stirred slightly in response. He looked down at himself and roughly rubbed his hand against his crotch. She had demonstrated some submissive qualities earlier, obverting her eyes to his direct stare, speaking only when spoken to, calling him sir instead of by the name she knew him by. Maybe he could have some fun while waiting for the girl to awake.

He moved before she sensed him, pressing his front against her back. Leaning into her so that her plump stomach pressed into the side rail of the hospital bed.

She gasped at the sudden contact. "Paul?"

Paul? Oh yes, the girl's 'brother'...

He pressed himself harder against the girl's back, causing her to lean over the bed. Pushing her ass into his thighs, rubbing his jean covered erection over her lower back. She was soft. 

She tried to turn her head. 

"NO" 

His voice was deep and dominant and she immediately stopped. He kissed her neck and gently nibbled on her earlobe as reward. His large hands rested on her hips as he pressed his groin harder into his back.

She moaned at the contact, and he pressed harder. His hands moving slowly up her sides until they rested against her voluptuous breasts. He squeezed his hands and felt her large nipples press into his palms. He grabbed the material surrounding her tits and pulled, hearing the snaps give way as they dug against her skin.

Her sharp intake of breath encouraged his rough handling of her and he ripped viscously down on the silky demi bra he found underneath. Her breast settled again in his palms and he squeezed hard, eliciting another moan from the nurse. Her nipples were large against his palms and he moved to pinch them between his fingers and thumbs. He clamped down on them and twisted. Knowing he caused her pain, his member swelling even more because of it.

She jerked against him and drew in a sharp breath.

"Quiet"

She closed her mouth and nodded.

He twisted her nipples painfully again. "Yes sir, is your response."

"Yes sir."

Her scrub dress hung open down to her waist. And he removed one hand from her breasts to slowly slide down her abdomen. The other hand continued squeezing and twisting, eliciting as much pain as he could to her poor tits.

He paused at the top of her satin panties. It was now that he noticed that she was not wearing pantyhose as he suspected, but thigh high stockings. It was his turn to groan, and he bit down on her earlobe as his cock strained further against the unforgiving fabric of his jeans. Holy hell he hadn't expected that.

"You are a naughty girl."

When she didn't respond he pinch her nipple again, causing her to cry out.

"Quiet"

"Yes sir."

"I said, you are a naughty girl. Don't make me repeat myself."

"Yes sir." He roughly twisted the other nipple. "Yes sir, I am a naughty girl"

"Better." He slid his hand beneath the nurse's panties. Running his finger roughly along her slit. She was hairless and wet.

"You are a slut" He said as he removed his hands from her soaked panties.

"Yes sir" Her voice was trembling now. He brought his finger up to her mouth and roughly shoved it inside. 

"You like the taste of yourself whore?"

She hesitated and began to shake. "Yes sir"

He stood slowly back and she whimpered at his withdrawal. "Turn around"

She complied quickly. Head slightly bowed, eyes on the floor. Yes, she wasn't embarrassed by the encounter, she was turned on. This one was totally submissive.

"Down. On your knees" She complied.

He rubbed his hand along his inner thigh as she knelt, head down, eyes lowered waiting on his next command. 

Slowly he lowered the zipper of his jeans, silently sighing in relief as his cock sprang forward, finally released from it's confines.

He stroked himself several times, his eyes straying to the girl lying in the bed. 

"Suck it"

She raised her head, her eyes going wide at the sight of him. He chuckled to himself. He was rather larger than most. Not only in length, but in girth. His bulbous purple head shined with pre cum. She swallowed slightly as she leaned forward towards his glistening head. Her hands came up to encircle him, and he slapped them away.

"No hands"

She tucked her hands behind her back, and leaned toward him again. Her tentative pink tongue licking up his length before she took the purple head into her mouth. He couldn't stifle his groan as she took him into her warm little mouth. She slowly eased over more of his length until he felt the back of her throat, he was only halfway in. She stopped and began her retreat up his shaft. He stopped her movement with a quick jerk on her ponytail. He pushed himself between those luscious lips again until he felt the back of her throat and then pushed further. She gagged, her face turning red, her hands coming unclenched from behind her back.

"Swallow"

She did, and breathing through her nose took more of his length. He eased back slightly before jerking her ponytail again, bringing her face closer to his crotch and forcing his length down her throat. Her nose now rested against his crotch limiting her air supply as he held her in place. She started to struggle, beginning to feel the need to fill her lungs with oxygen. He held her tighter and slapped her face. The vibration inside had him leaking more pre cum as she swallowed to accommodate him.

Suddenly he let go, pushing her away from him. She landed on her ass, gasping for air but said nothing.

"Slut"

She sucked in a breath of air, "yes sir."

"Stand up"

Using the side of the hospital bed she pulled herself to her feet. She obediently kept her hands clasped behind her back as she stood before him. He watched as she stole a glimpse of him before adverting her eyes again. She blushed heavily knowing what she was doing with her patient's 'brother'.

The scrub dress gaped at the chest showing off her ample cleavage. Her bra cradled under her breasts lifting them for his inspection. The nipples were a deep dusky pink, large, and erect. As he bent forward and licked them, he could feel her push her chest toward him, wanting more. He bit down on the right nipple. His teeth leaving a mark in the flesh.

"Don't"

She gasped. "Yes sir"

"Turn around"

As she did as he told her, he pressed himself up against her back, roughly pushing her against the bed's railing and bending her over at the waist.

With one hand viscously mauling her breasts, the other slowly descended until he could feel the hem of her dress. He yanked up, revealing the girls ass covered in silky satin. She was wet. If he hadn't felt it before, he could see by the discoloration of the girls panties. Roughly he pulled them down, revealing her milky white globes. His fingers roughly rubbed the nurse's slit, drenched in her moisture, he avoided her clit. He was not here to give her pleasure, but to take his own.

His fingers moved roughly back and forth along her passage, moving backward and generously lubing her asshole with her own juices. He felt her clench at the sensation and smacked her backside with an open hand. When she had relaxed, he continued his assault on her pussy, driving two fingers into her cunt. She gasped at the intrusion but did not resist. 

He pounded her cunt with his fingers, adding a third and driving her up onto her toes with each upward thrust. It could not have been pleasant for her, but she said nothing as he continued to fuck her with his fingers.

He withdrew his hand from her sopping hole and shoved the fingers into the nurse's throat, fucking her throat now has he had just fucked her pussy. As he pushed his fingers forward and felt her begin to gag, he thrust his hard cock between her pussy lips and entered her. Damn she was tight. 

He continued to fuck her throat with his fingers as he slammed his cock into her from behind. Each stroke more vigorous than the previous, his forward movement was stopped only by the hard plastic of the hospital bed's railing against the nurse's stomach. He could see a sheen of sweat across the girls lower back as he watched his cock disappear between her legs.

Thrust after thrust he impaled the nurse with his throbbing cock. After several thrusts he stopped his ministrations on her breasts and using the fluids he had already spread between her ass cheeks he roughly slammed his thumb into the girls asshole. She cried out around the fingers in her mouth.

His hips jerked forward, impaling her over and over as he continued to finger fuck her throat and ass. Soon he felt that familiar tingle in his lower back and thrust forward one last time. His climax was almost painful as he shot his load into the nurses well used pussy. He had come harder than he had in along time. Before his cock stopped twitching he could feel his cum leaking out of the girls twat. 

Still leaning heavily against her he fist pulled his fingers out of the girls throat and heard her gasp for air. He stroked her asshole with his thumb a few more times before removing it from her hole and pressing it between her now swollen lips. 

"Clean it"

He felt himself becoming soft and pulled out of her, a line of cum dribbling out onto her thighs. He quietly zipped up his jeans and stepped away from the nurse.

"Get out"

She did not look at him, simply pulled up her panties, adjusted her bra and walked toward the door as she resnapped her dress. She paused at the door, but did not turn.

"Thank you sir" And with that she left the room.

Jake stood there for a moment looking at the door, then turned his attention to the girl lying in bed. He pulled a hard plastic chair to the bedside and sat. Leaning forward he ran a finger down her discoloured cheek and sighed.

"If only you would have listened."



Night Shift



Dedicated to TMH

*

I always see the same security guard walking around my floor at the same time every night; checking the doors, turning off lights and shutting down Kliman Memorial Hospital's extended wings. He never speaks, other than the courteous head nod or occasional "Hello," and "Goodnight" that he may or may not give according to how his night is going. 

He occasionally peeks his head into certain rooms to ask how things are to some of the patients, and he greets other passing hospital staff with the same gesture that he greets the Nurses Desk with as he passes them. 

I try not to look too intently at him as he passes, I'm engaged with two kids, but the relationship that I'm in is rocky, and he's cute as all hell. I like the chin strap that outlines his square jaw line, and his stunning emerald green eyes; his clean shaped finger nails, and the little cow lick that he has in the front of his hair. 

But one night I got caught looking...

"Hi." He said as I was staring out into nothing, but day dreaming about everything that I would love to do to him. 

"Uh... um..." I responded, because that's all I could choke out of my mouth.

"You ok?"

"Um yeah, just, I'm sorry, hi."

"You looked like you were stuck somewhere other than this boring lame hospital."

I giggled nervously, "Yeah, I was day dreaming. I need to get to my nightly routine so I can leave this boring hospital you speak of."

"I'm stuck until seven tomorrow morning, I can't leave just yet, but I would love to. I would love to be able to work somewhere decent where I wasn't working steady nights, but was by a woman's side snoring gently in her ear, but everyone has their wishes right." He stated softly. 

His voice was actually very soft for a man of his stature. Not anything overly strange, he didn't sound gay or anything, but for a six foot tall muscle bound country boy, he didn't have any of the qualities in the vocals that you might think he would have. 

"Well I'm going to get back to my rounds if that's ok, I will see you around." 

...and with that he was back to his rounds and his nightly routine before I could even get my head together to ask him what his name was. 

His shirt had a name tag on it that simply said "Kelly" but I'm assuming that was his last name and not his first, but I would have to ask later. I got up and finished my evening chores, I mean side work, and went about getting ready for the next shift to come in so I could go home and kiss my two little ones good night, since their father was there with them nightly for the bedtime rituals. 

A week or two went by before I saw Mr. Kelly again, I'm not sure where he had been but I found myself kind of missing him and all of his features when I saw the replacement security guards come around every night to close down the hospital. One guy was chubby and short, the next looked like "Howdy Doody" And the other couple of guys were your everyday run of the mill security guards, so when I saw them instead of my "Mister Right," I was saddened and found myself missing him. 

When he did come back, I found myself devising a plan to get him and me in an empty hospital room after hours, but every time I would find the courage to speak to him, my mouth would open and all that would come out was "Hi or hello" like every other day. 

One night, I was outside smoking and to my surprise, a lot earlier than usual, the door beside me swung open and out pops "Mr. Kelly" to light up right next to me. 

"How are you tonight?"

"Better now." I said with out thinking at all.

He chuckled and looked at me, "How so?"

That's when I realized I had said that out loud. "Fuck, I said that out loud didn't I?" My face was a blaze as I could feel the blood rushing to it.

"Such a dirty mouth for such a pretty lady." 

And now he's correcting my language? I wanted to go crawl up into a ball and die as the embarrassment was written clearly all over my face. 

"No need to be ashamed, it's just us, and I'm just making conversation." 

"No, I'm sorry, really. Really, I'm sorry."

"It's ok. So how have you been? I haven't seen you. I was off for the last two weeks, my Aunt was sick, and I was the only family member around this area to be there for her, but she passed, so I came back to work."

"I'm so sorry to hear that." I said, "What was her sickness?" 

"She had breast cancer, but she fought well and passed on even more gracefully if that were at all possible. She went in her sleep. But how have things been here at old Kliman Memorial?"

"The same old grind, just sick patients, and the "Groundhog Day" routine; the same thing day in and day out. I get sick of the same thing, I actually find myself wishing something traumatic would happen just to liven up my work day around here. I'm going crazy." 

"Something will come up. Just be patient..."

And wouldn't you know; something sure did, and I was wishing it didn't afterwards!

About a week after that conversation, I was in a room with an older lady, and I was trying to replace her IV needle, and I accidently scraped a bone in her hand. I didn't mean it, and I was normally very good and very careful with my needles because I don't like being stuck with needles, so I don't figure anyone else does either. Needless to say, the lady didn't quite like that and she went off! 

Not just any kind of 'off,' but all of the way off the handle! She flipped completely out! She 'mother fucked,' and 'cock sucked,' and called me all kinds of 'bitches,' 'cunts,' and 'whores' just because I accidently stuck her, and no amount of apologizing was going to stop her. She tore out the IV, knocked over the stand with the computer for the IV, started ripping out chords from her body, and proceeded to try to destroy the room. 

I hit the nurse's button for immediate assistance, and six nurses came to my side, so they could four points restrain her, and the fifth and sixth nurse were there to sedate her with some sort of serum so she could and would stop tearing things apart before she caused damage to herself or someone else. 

As soon as everything was over and settled, I immediately ran out of the room, and to the nurse's station to clean up. I was covered in blood from head to toe, and my favorite pair of Tinker Bell™ scrubs was ruined. I had this lady's blood all over me, and I was black and blue on my left arm where she had grabbed me and held on with a death grip from hell while she screamed at me in point blank range. Fuck this job. 

When I went over to my desk to sit and start the Incident Report that we were required to do in cases like this, my coworker Samantha looked up at me. "Go compose yourself. You're all disheveled and you probably need a few more minutes before you return to work. I'll tell RNS Becky I gave you a break if she asks where you are. I got the floor for the moment, go take a half hour, and get your mind right." 

I thanked Samantha and walked away. I couldn't get five feet before the tears started. I felt bad that I scraped the lady, but she didn't have to go off like that. I have been doing this for seven years now; I think I know what I'm doing. I make mistakes just like the next person. Stupid lady. 

I walked into Room 2019 which was Vacant/Clean with fresh linens on the bed, and it was ready for a patient when the time was needed. I left all of the lights off, and the television also, and I just sat and cried to myself. I cried until it hurt to cry. 

Ten O'clock on the nose, Mr. Kelly was making his rounds in my wing as he normally did, and when he walked past the nurse's station, he stopped and asked for me. 

"I think she's in 2019. She's having a rough night, a patient went crazy on her, and she has been in there for about ten minutes." Samantha replied.

"Thank you."

'Knock knock knock'

"Please go away," I said in between sobs. I was sitting on the bed, but the curtain was drawn around half of the room, so anyone from the hallway couldn't see what was going on in the room.

He let himself in instead of leaving and the familiar jingle of his keys let me know it was him, but it was too late. He was already around the curtain, and standing in front of me. "You Ok?"

"I will be thanks." I said almost dismissing him.

"You don't look it. You look like you need a Kleenex or two." He said reaching for the tissues, and kneeling down in front of me to wipe my downturned face. "Things will be ok." 

"Thank you." I said taking the tissue from him to finish the job. 

"Anyone ever tell you you're cute when you cry? The birth mark on your face gets lighter pink and looks like a little heart." 

"Umm no; who looks cute in a time like this? My hair is all jacked up, my face is pale from crying, and since you can't see my uniform in this dark room, I'll tell you it's all splashed up with that wicked lady's blood."

"It's ok baby. At the end of the day, it's a pay check. You get to go home to your family and the day is over."

"Let's not talk about my family please."

"I'm sorry. But you know what I mean, the worst is over. Do you need a hug?"

"As a matter of fact, I wouldn't mind that." I said standing to hug my 'Mr. Right.' As he embraced me, I wrapped my arms around him for dear life, and didn't want to let go, and just held him there. But to my shock and awe, when he let go, he reached up, slid his hand into the back of my hair, and planted one of the most passionate kisses on me that I had ever in my life had, and my knees went completely weak.

When he was done, I must have been stuck in the moment, because I was still standing there with my lips pierced to be kissed again. And he did! 

This time when he did, I let my knees go, and the two of us fell gently onto the hospital bed, and his weight crushed me as we lay across the bed. 

"We probably shouldn't be doing this." He said when he broke the kiss. 

"Shhhhhh. Please kiss me again." I said not caring if we should or shouldn't be doing that, I wanted him and I wanted him right then!

As he continued to kiss me, I could feel him getting hard in between us, and my instant reaction was to get wet. Really wet!

"Please put it inside me. I Need It." I urged him. 

"But I..."

"I'm on the pill and we don't have time to discuss this. Come On."

He stood to drop his pants, and I slid my scrub pants over my ass and let them too fall to the floor. Even though the room was dark, I saw the huge thick monster that was about to enter my womb, and I couldn't back out now, no matter how thick or long he was. I wanted this so bad!

As he slid into me, I gasped for air, and reached out to grab him and pull him closer. He thrust into me over and over again, borrowing deeper into my wet hole as I ravaged his tongue and mouth. I sucked on his tongue, and kissed his mouth, sucked on his neck, and ear, and dug my nails deep into his back through his shirt. 

He pushed harder and harder into me, and I felt his rock hard manhood hitting something deep in my belly. I loved every precious moment of this. I finally had my Mr. Right laying in between my creamy legs, slamming his rod into my wet flower over and over again. 

I Then he did something unthinkable, and reached between us while he was slamming into me, and started flicking my button back and forth. The feeling was tremendous! A massive pole filling me all of the way up and my clit being stimulated at the same time; I was in heaven!

"Cum with me," he said. 

With out thinking, I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him deeper every time he slammed into me. I wanted to feel him shoot his load in me just as I...

"Oh God, I'm cumming." He said as he slammed into me a couple more times with all of his might. The feeling of his finger rocking back and forth at record speed and the thick pole that was stretching me was too much for me and I exploded right a long with him. 

*

The feeling of euphoria that I felt as he stood up and pulled his pants up was too much. My head was spinning a million miles a minute, and I was higher than any drug I'd ever known could make me feel. 

As I stood to pull my own pants up a couple seconds later, and Security Guard Kelly walked around the curtain to leave, all I could say was... "Hey, what's your first name again?"

"Jamie."

"Thank you Jamie Kelly."

"No, Thank You, Tara."

All night long, I felt him leaking out of me slowly, soaking my already soaked panties... Dreaming of the next time I would get to Feel My Mister Right, Making Me Feel OH SO Wrong! ...Well Naughty is a better word!

bs21 



Night Shift



Once again it was night and once again she was alone.

The office was sinking into darkness as dense as ink. The only thing that was disrupting it was the twinkling screen of her laptop. A thick fog was covering the windows and the moonlight could hardly break through the smoke-black clouds. The moon beams were casting peculiar shadows on the floor. However, the young lady who was supporting herself on her elbow over the comfortable couch couldn't care less about them.

All one could see of her was her obscure, long and shady silhouette – long hair, long legs and fragrant cigarette smoke. Recently she had developed the habit of satisfying her nicotine addiction by rolling her own cigarettes. She was already hooked on cherry flavored tobacco and carried that compelling scent everywhere she was going, even when she wasn't smoking.

It was interwoven with the thread of her clothes.

It was stuck to her eyelids and her eyelashes were spreading it wherever she went. It felt like a specific kind of drug.

She was giving that addiction to everyone she touched with her strawberry tasting tongue.

The bittersweet saliva was spilling in a lustful way down her lips. Even though, right now she was most certainly not in the mood for cigarettes.

She closed her eyes and let the darkness take complete control over she senses. Any time she could reach out and illuminate the space around her with the tedious fluorescent light. But what she should have done that for?

Everything is much sexier in the dark.

She very much doubted that there was someone awake after midnight at the neighboring residential building.

They switched the last lights off about an hour ago. 

However she wasn't burning with desire to have some late insomniac person observe her in her disheveled state as she had remained in that lingerie "for special occasions".

With her hand shamelessly shoved into the transparent, damp panties.

She tossed her head back and rested it one of the soft pillows.

Her craned neck was brought to the foreground of the dim room. She licked her lips and bit them lightly. Then the woman deprived the cigarette of its last moments of life and trampled it down at the ashtray.

She ran her available hand across the veil of her mane and used the other on to explore how deep her greedy vagina could be.

Some people were amazed at the eagerness with which she was ready to take the night shifts. They presented their reasonable arguments before her as cleverly aligned chest figures over the black and white board of daily life. You lose your normal sleeping rhythm. Your biological watch falls into a strange state of schizophrenia. Nothing could replace the night hours of sleep. 

She would smile and ask them if the nighttime sleeping could possibly make up for the daytime vexation.

When can you allow yourself to relax in such a way during the light of the day? Even if you're locked behind the thick door of a private office. Can you really peel your clothes off and remain naked, real and sensitive like a bare vein? Make a mess of your place of work and desecrate it?

However, the night gives you thousands of options to dedicate yourself to forbidden pleasure at the dark corners.

At the day light she was looking at the mirror and all she could see was a tired, cut up working bee in a gray suit and smeared lipstick.

At night she was... everything she wanted.

Her fantasies could prevail. 

Especially when she was lying on the couch with a fist shoved to the wrist at her flushing peach and her breasts poured with some wax from the burning candles surrounding her... who really needed the break of dawn, anyway?

She was just on the edge of her orgasm when the telephone rang.

A groan of pain escaped her lips and dragged her feet with the utmost efforts to the irksome awful piece of machinery and pulled out her hand drenched in juices.

She automatically switched on her business voice like a real actress.

There was not a hint of emotion or thrill at this tone of voice.

However, the person on the other side of the line seemed to know more. His bitter, sarcastic laughter pierced her keen hearing. 

"Can you see me?"

She was startled. Her mouth suddenly got strangely dry. She looked cautiously through the window as far as she could make out something through that thick mist.

There was not even a single light switched on in the adjacent building.

She could not even see the street lanterns.

"Answer sincerely, you trickster! Otherwise I will get mad."

The fear crept up her skin like a row of predatory, flesh-feeding ants. The air in her lungs froze while she was pronouncing in a stifled whisper, not really sounding like herself.

"I... I don't see anything..."

"Good girl. Now..."

"Who are you?" she asked in an astonished way as she was slowly regaining her composure. She couldn't believe that a voice, a mere voice on the other side of the line had made her lose her balance and her wits.

"Don't ask questions. Just follow my lead."

"Mister, you obviously have got the wrong number. It is..."

"Don't play innocent, pussycat! I know who I am calling, I know all about you. You may not be able to see me but I can tell you apart perfectly from where I'm standing. You stand up, partly leaning on your desk, your body vibrates with anxiety and you can't wait to lick those sweet juices off your fist."

"Mister!" She used her voice of an indignant white-collar worker. "Should I remind you that the calls are being recorded!"

She was speaking in a firm and clipped manner but her insides were melting like a heated butter. At the same time her body was coated with cold sweat and her legs were visibly trembling with sharp, unbearable fear.

Fear... or arousal?

Sometimes the boundary between them is so thin.

"Don't play games, kitten. I'm much more experienced than you. I know exactly what are you going to do at that moment. Do yourself a favor and submit to me. You will love it, you understand it perfectly."

"Yes, in some other life!" She snapped at him with whatever strength was left inside her. "Go to hell, you disgusting pervert!"

She concentrated all of her strength in slamming the phone down. That totally shattered her balance and her legs bended under the strain. She crashed down on the floor and embraced her knees with hands. Her heart was beating so rapidly in her chest that she felt on the verge of an infarction 

"What's wrong with me?" She wiped the profuse sweat off her forehead. Her hair, her lingerie, everything was drenched in her own secretions. She was hissing quietly just like the animal he has described her as. She crawled on all fours to the couch when the very same voice echoed in her head.

"Go downstairs. I'll meet you at the lobby. Don't be late."

Awesome. That's all she needed, hallucinations.

"Bullshit. You're not real. You're just in my head. And you're going to pop out of there just now!" She thrust her head between her hands as she was trying to erase the haunting messages. Her skin suddenly got hot and then she was poured over by cold waves one more time. Neither the voice would stop, nor the constant mental images flowing before her closed eyes.

He was dominant, just like that hand, which gropes you without asking for permission while you're both pressed tight together at the crowded bus. 

He didn't accept any refusal. 

"Even if I am not real, what difference does it make? Have you ever really cared all that much of reality? Stop with that inner struggle imitation. You know you want it."

„My common sense is not that fragile."

"I have no interest in your common sense. However, I've always been into mind-fucking. Especially those minds of uninhibited imagination."

"I can't... It's my shift, after all..." The moaning escaped her sticky, hoarse throat.

"Don't worry. Nothing's going to happen. Go down! That is not a request!"

That was insanity. She was supposed to manifest just a little bit more willpower. But they both knew she couldn't resist that delicious offer for too long.

Especially when her fantasies were provoked by the transient unknown. All she had to was to reach out and give herself to the temptation. She was walking slowly since she was barely standing on her feet.

"Yes, that's a good girl, keep on going." She didn't bother even to put on her coat. She couldn't wait to reach the meeting point as soon as possible and she was strongly hoping that some late neighbor wouldn't surprise her in the elevator.

Her pulse was running like a crazy horse, her lungs were out of air, the fear and excitement were struggling ferociously at the pit of her stomach.

Every step down the dark edge of the corridor that was leading her to her prize was so small, slow and painful.

She wanted to yell and he was laughing at her ear.

She hissed and promised herself to have her revenge at him once she got her hands on him.

Finally the elevator brought her to the cherished goal, it seemed as if it took forever.

There was no one waiting.

"Hey, where are you?" Empty landing. Even the door keeper was missing. The only response she got was the silence, the silence at her own head. The invisible echo slapped her. The wind was howling on the other side of the door, as if it was mocking her. She looked around in a state of confusion and with a budding despair at her bosom. She bit her lips so that she would not scream out of disappointment and rage. It seemed as if she has swallowed an insipid cocktail of those sentiments and that made her feel sick.

"What kind of insanity is that? I have to check my head after..."

And those were her last words because in that instant someone's hand shut her mouth open. Another hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. She was forced to fall on her knees. It wasn't really all that difficult for the unfamiliar, dark figure to gain complete control over her body. The latter one was left without any will and was burning with desire. She half expected him to put a soft blindfold on her eyes. But that was hardly necessary, the darkness and her own anxiety worked just fine. All she heard was a sound of a zipper pulled down and in the next moment the phantom was already strangling her all the way to her throat with his pressing penis. She was drowning and suffocating. Her tongue instinctively began to draw letters all over his shaft. His fingernails clung tightly to her back, leaving red scars all over it. The slight, craftily caused pain drove her additionally crazy.

He had complete control over her leaking body.

He could strangle her.

He could fuck her brains off.

He could make her beg and crawl.

Entirely by his design.

And she was completely submissive, a tool in his hands.

If he wanted he could tear her apart and ravish her in the most brutal and violent way.

And that submission didn't disgust her at all.

If only her hands were free she would dig them in his ass so she could push him even further down her throat and feel his hardness. That damned anonymous ghost! Then she realized her hands were tightened up behind her back and locked in a pair of handcuffs. 

Real ones.

There were no puffs on them, unlike those cheap imitation toys at the sex shops.

The saliva was dripping down her chin while he was fucking her mouth skilfully. His fingers were digging in her sweaty wet hair. He was conducting her movements as if he was really orchestrating.

Fellatio symphony. The ridiculous though passed through her frenzied brain. Suddenly he pulled her abruptly by the hair, he slapped her face a few times with his cock and made her stand up so he could taste her lips. As well as his own taste remained in her spit. His sharp nails were scratching her back quite skilfully and his teeth were leaving purple marks on her trembling neck. "Don't yell." The velvet voice didn't reveal any of the hellish arousal she could feel in his feverish gestures. "Just one sound and you'll be punished."

She had to restrain her groans somewhere deep inside her throat. That additional intensity increased the power of her sensations.

Not a word.

Not a groan.

Not even a light sigh.

Once again he grabbed her by the hair, he turned her with her face to the wall and pressed her cheek to the cold metal surface.

His experienced fingers deftly studied her peach and rubbed her swollen clit. The sweet, wet cave opened its doors in order to accept everything that was offered to it.

The filthy words were hanging on the tip of her tongue. 

If the moans and the screams were living beings they would long to tear off her chest and relieve the pressure for her.

But she was controlling them.

She felt his face go down between her raised ass cheeks and she parted her thigh even wider so she could give him a full access. He was good. He touched all of her sensitive spots as if he has licked her pussy for years. Such a calculated, mathematical orgasm... it has never happened to her before. 

He knew exactly what he was doing and he knew how achieve full effect on her.

A few times her legs could hardly bear the pressure of the pleasure she experienced. 

However, it was not her first time in the submission games so she resisted.

She felt the clamps on her nipples, the sharp stinging sensation and the sudden pain together with his penetration. 

He shoved his fingers in her mouth so he would relieve the screams that were about to leap out. He positioned his cock inside her and began to fuck her in fast thrusts while his teeth dug in her tender skin. The stranger was licking and biting her flesh that had turned purple because of his endearments. He possessed the fierceness of a hungry wolf and the tenderness of a petting cat. His fingers were pressing the burning clamps of the red and painful nipples.

For a moment it seemed as if she was seeing white light before her eyes.

The nails, the teeth and the cock that was ravishing her completely sent her over the edge and she rested, helpless as a puppet after cumming for the second time.

She heard the switch of the key and her hands were released of the handcuffs' iron grip. It seemed as if her limbs weren't hers – stiff and somehow moving independently of her body. 

He didn't leave her any time for relaxation because once again he crammed his penis in her mouth. He ordered her to used her hand. This time her submission felt a bit mechanic and tired.

It didn't take a long time before she felt the bitter, white liquid flow down her chin and pour inside her mouth and throat. She choked on the fluids but she pulled herself together and swallowed it all.

She loved bitter substances.

She was also thirsty for the feel of his orgasm after it was not possible to see the pleasure reflected in his eyes.

She drank every single drop of his cum.

She remained on her knees, her head was raised and her eyes were intensely fixed at the darkness in front of her. She couldn't distinguish anything besides his shady silhouette.

Two shadows who fuck and cum together in the fog.

He caressed her forehead and closed her tired, trembling eyelids.

Then he leaned down and kissed her mouth deeply.

Obviously the stranger enjoyed feeling his own taste over someone else's flesh. 

No matter how exhausted she was by all that insanity she felt as if a lightning struck her at that kiss.

He helped her up on her feet with an unexpectedly chivalrous gesture. Then he silently lit a cigarette and handed it to her. She tried to make out his facial features when the lighter illuminated his face for a flickering moment. However, that instant went by way too quickly.

They were standing in a perfect tranquility for a few minutes while they were smoking.

Finally he gave her one small last kiss on the lips and turned his footsteps to the building's emergency exit. 

"Won't you at least tell me who you are?" She shouted after him.

"And spoil that divine anonymity?" His thought struck her.

And his shadow got lost in the fog.

***

She was entitled to a few days off after that night shift.

When she came back to work she was still wearing a silk scarf around her neck since the scars on it were definitely difficult to erase.

She didn't regret them, though.

Nobody suspected a thing.

Only one of her more shrewd co-workers pulled her scarf down without warning her and winked as she saw the cute little purple shades.

As for her, while she was traveling at the elevator she kept on staring at the face of everyone who worked or lived at the building so she could find her anonymous visitor.

In vain. Even if he was among those people he never revealed himself.

All that was left for her was a memory at the long night of cherry tobacco and sweet carnal familiarization.



Night Shift



It had been a slow few weeks at the hospital. There were only a few patients admitted and the ICU was empty. Two nurses were still on shift, just in case, but they were free to do as they wished until a patient came in that needed their attention. So when the night maintenance man came around to check the fire alarms, they decided to have some fun with him. One of the nurses, Debbie, had a history with him, an affair a couple of years ago. Sarah knew about it, and had listened to her stories about how good he was as a lover, but the thought never crossed her mind to even flirt with him. They were both married, after all, even if they weren't happy marriages. Debbie had other plans, though.

"Hey Mark!" Debbie called across the unit. "Did you know Sarah has her tongue pierced?"

"Oh really?" He asked, suddenly much less interested in his work. "But does she know what to do with it?"

Sarah sat stunned, feeling a blush creep up her neck to her face. She did have a tongue piercing and it was there for a purpose. But she didn't talk about it outside the small circle of partners that had experienced it. She looked up at Mark, who was standing over her at the desk. He was tall, imposing, and sure of himself. She had never really seen him this way and immediately felt herself wanting to please him. She met his eyes and ran her tongue over her lips, showing a flash of silver of the tongue ring he was so interested in.

Mark watched the young blonde nurse lick her lips and hold eye contact with him. He felt his cock twitch as he walked around the end of the desk and sat down in front of Sarah's chair, his legs on either side of her. He had seen her but never really considered a tryst with her. His own wedding ring wasn't a hindrance, but she wore one, too. From the look in those big blue eyes, he didn't think that would be a problem. He leaned in close to her, his hands on the arms of her chair. "Do you know what to do with that tongue, girl?"

"Would you like to find out?" she replied, hardly believing she had said it. 

Mark leaned back and studied her face for a long minute, trying to decide if he should take that offer before she regretted it. She never broke eye contact with him, looking up with just a sly smile, lips slightly parted. He glanced over at Debbie, nodded once then stood up, taking Sarah by the arm. She stood and let him lead her to the back room. He closed the door behind her, pushed her back against the door and kissed her roughly, pulling her hand to the growing bulge in his pants. He watched her eyes widen as she felt how big he was already, not even fully hard. He grinned. A ten inch cock was something most men lied about having. 

He stepped back and watched Sarah run her hand across his cock as it strained against the fabric. She glanced up at him and dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands at his belt. Within seconds she had his cock out, her small hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, her eyes wide as it stood out right in front of her face. It was by far the biggest she had ever seen. She looked up at him. He put one hand to her head and pulled her gently forward, encouragingly. She wet her lips and started to lick up and down his massive shaft, running her tongue over and around the head a few times before wrapping her lips around it and sucking him into her mouth. He groaned and gripped her hair as she took half of his cock, hitting the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down, working her tongue and stroking the part of him that she couldn't get down. 

His other hand went to her head, his fingers wrapping up in her thick curls. He was moaning and bucking his hips as her lips slid up and down on his member. He couldn't remember the last blowjob he had, and he had never had one by someone so enthusiastic about it. He watched her hungrily sucking on his cock and knew he wouldn't last much longer. 

"Ohhh, Sarah... Ah damn that's good!" he moaned. "I hope you're ready!"

He held her head firmly and thrust deep into her mouth, holding her there as she gagged, spurting hot cum against her throat. With a grunt, he let go of her and staggered back a few steps. She stood and he pulled her to him, kissing her deeply again. She smiled as he pulled away and sat down in the chair behind him.

"Next shift I work, I'll bring the ring that vibrates in my mouth." she said as she walked out of the room. She smiled to herself and walked back to the unit, leaving him behind.



Night Shift



"Noooooooooo...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goddddddddddd" Marcy cried out as the orgasm consumed her. 

Chris sucked on her pussy, not letting her orgasm subside. Marcy's butt ground hard against the soaked sheets. He pussy bucked against his mouth. She thought she was going to pass out.

Chris let her come down slowly. Marcy's breathing was hard and labored. He got up from the bed and slipped his gym shorts off. Marcy's watery eyes could barely make out the sight of his hard cock. Chris opened the nightstand drawer, taking out a condom. Marcy watched him roll it on over his huge cock. She didn't think it possible for her to take it inside her. Chris sensed her apprehension.

"I'll stop when you tell me to." He murmured, leaning down to kiss her.

Chris climbed back on the bed between Marcy's legs. She fought back telling him to stop, wanting Chris to take her virginity. Marcy lifted her legs to his waist, watching him guide his cock towards her swollen pussy. Marcy looked up at the ceiling when she felt the enlarged head penetrate her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhh Godddddddd" She cried out. Chris held still for a brief moment before forcing his cock in deeper. Marcy's hands grasped the sheets tight, almost tearing them. Her pussy was stretched so tight it felt like she was on fire.

"Chrisssssssssss...Noooooooo" Marcy shrieked. "Stop!"

Chris stopped immediately, not wanting to hurt her any further. He tried to pull back but Marcy's ankles were locked tight behind him. Marcy's eyes were shut tight, her whole body tensed. Chris rubbed her sides and legs, trying to get Marcy to relax. Marcy's eyes slowly opened. 

"I'm Ok." Marcy muttered. "I don't want you to stop."

Chris leaned down, kissing Marcy softly. He pulled back a little and then plunged his hard cock all the way inside her. Marcy's hands gripped his shoulders tightly, her fingers digging into his skin. Chris held her tightly to him till she eventually relaxed. He slowly fucked his hard cock in and out, taking short strokes. Marcy's body responded instantly, matching his rhythm. Marcy's pussy was getting accustomed to being stretched to its limits. She was gritting her teeth, forcing her ankles hard against Chris's butt. Chris fucked faster, still trying to be gentle, afraid he'd lose control and hurt her. 

"Fuck me...fuck me hard...harder!" Marcy begged, her eyes glazed with lust.

Chris pounded her pussy harder and faster. Marcy climaxed within minutes, screaming out his name.

"CHRISSSSSSSSSSSSS...OH CHRISSSSSS"

Chris tried to keep from cumming but Marcy's convulsing pussy got him off. He plunged into her hard as his cum spewed. Chris's body was paralyzed as he felt himself cumming for a second time. Marcy held him tight to her, not releasing her firm grip. The two of them lay there for almost ten minutes before Chris managed to lift himself off Marcy. He eased himself out of Marcy, her body limp and almost lifeless. It took all his strength to get off the bed. He went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. He was worried about Marcy, afraid he'd maybe gone too far.

Marcy was still laying where he'd left her when he entered the bedroom. He pulled her spent body to a sitting position, holding her in his arms. He stroked her back, soothing her.

"Let me help you to the bathroom." Chris whispered in her ear.

Marcy nodded her head but didn't make an effort to move. Chris helped her off the bed and into the bathroom. Marcy managed to exert enough effort to get herself cleaned up. She was unsteady on her feet, leaning up against the vanity for support. Chris replaced the sheets on the bed while Marcy was in the bathroom. 

"You ready to get some sleep?" Chris asked. "You want something to drink first?"

"A Coke." Marcy muttered. "My throats so dry."

Chris and Marcy went back to the bedroom. Marcy sat on the side of the bed while Chris got a Coke and grabbed himself a cigarette. Marcy sipped the soft drink slowly while Chris puffed on his cigarette. Marcy took the cigarette from his fingers and finished it. She finally managed a smile which made Chris feel better.

Chris held Marcy tight against him as the two drifted off to sleep. 



Night Shift



Damn how I hated this shift at this time of year. It had been raining all night and when I came on it was still raining and cold. I no sooner put on my rain slicker and got into my patrol car when I received the call of an accident on route 42 a desolate road in the middle of nowhere. That was over two hours ago and I was soaked and cold after being out investigating the accident, it was a single car roll over, the driver was drunk, lost control of his vehicle and now he was warm and dry in the hospital and I was soaked, cold and in my unit. It quit raining right after I finished with the investigation but of course that did me no good for I was already in a foul mood and knowing that I had two thirds of my shift still yet to go being wet and cold didn't help my disposition at all.

As I sat there by the side of the road cussing about my luck a red impala streaked by me like there was no tomorrow. I hit my lights and sirens and chased the impala for a quarter of a mile before it finally decided to pull over. I approached the vehicle on the drivers side my flashlight shinning over the trunk to the back seat and finally to the driver.

The vision I saw made me take a deep breath, there you sat your black hair shinning in the in the light, your teeth looking like pearls as you smiled up at me and asked, "What's the problem officer?" Damn I thought it's going to be one of those fucking nights as I ask you for your drivers license, registration and insurance papers.

As you started to reach into your purse to get the items I asked for I went around the rear of the car checking the tags and the back seat my mind thinking of the vision you made in the tight, short black dress, too bad I had to meet you out here like this instead of in a more romantic setting. All this seem to do was worsen my mood even more.

As I returned to the drivers side door I couldn't help but notice that the top three buttons of your dress were undone showing the tops of your firm and lovely breasts and the top of your black, lace pushup bra. Also was I going nuts or was the hem of your dress pulled up more to revile the tops of your thighs. 

Damn it this slut is teasing me trying to get out of this ticket I was thinking as I took your license and registration form you. "You forgot your insurance card Ms", I said.

"Oh I'm so sorry officer you giggled as your opened your glove box to look for it.

It was then that you laid over on your side your ass pointing right at the window so that I could see your round globes with only the strap of your thong riding between your cheeks. You wiggled your ass as you rummaged through the glove box and found the insurance card, sitting back up you handed it to me and your eyes saw mine staring down at your lap.

The dress you were wearing had ridden all the way up to your waist and now I was able to see the front of your thong as it barely covered you pussy.

I looked down at your eyes, they were twinkling and you smile up at me, "is that all you needed officer", you purred. 

I'll be right back was all I could mumble as I walked back to my patrol car. 

Damn cock teaser she needs to be taken out of that car and fucked and fucked hard maybe that will make her quit thinking that she can use her body to get out of a ticket.

The more I thought about you, how lovely you were and how wet, cold and miserable I was more than I could stand , I snapped.

I went back to the drivers door of your car, "Ms, would you please get out of your vehicle", I ordered. As you got out of your car looking up at me I ordered you to go back to the patrol car, I was captivated by the way your hips swayed as your walked back to the patrol car and now I knew I was going to fuck you.

"You are under arrest for reckless driving" , "put your hands on the vehicle and spread your legs".

I knew you had no weapons, hell there was no place you could have them and they not be seen in that tight dress you were wearing, but I had to touch that lovely body of yours and this was the best way to start, the good old pat down.

I ran my hands down your arms then along the sides of your body. As I reached your waist I took both hands and ran them down your right leg then down your left leg. As I ran my hands back up your legs I made sure that your dress hiked up even higher showing your hard round ass. My fingers actually felt the wetness forming in your thong and I could swear that your juices were actually running down your thighs. "The slut is loving this," I thought to myself. That is when I decided that to hell with it I was going to fuck her pussy like it's never been fucked before.

I took your hands and handcuffed them behind your back then pushed you face down in the back seat of the patrol car. I lifted you up onto your knees and relieved you of your thong, throwing it down on the floor board. 

"Yes you bastard fuck me, fuck me hard" you yelled at me as you laid on your face your ass in the air for me.

I raised your dress over your ass and began to swat it making it red, I could see your juices running down your legs and you even wiggled your ass at me saying "Harder you SOB, spank me harder."

I undid my duty belt and put it in the front seat then undid my pants pulling them down, my cock was harder than I ever remember it being and all 8" of it had one thing in mind to probe that dripping wet pussy in front of it.

I rammed into your pussy and you to it all with a "yessssssssssss" and I began to pound into you. Your ass was pushing back meeting every one of my thrusts. I reached around and grab your tits as I fucked you pulling on your hard nipples , pinching them. 

"Fuck me cop, fuck me harder you pig bastard", you yelled at me and to that I tried to ram my cock through you, your pussy flowing over my shaft, covering my balls as they slapped against the front of your pussy.

"I cumming", I yelled .

"Yes you bastard , I'm cumming too."

I could feel your pussy tighten around my cock as I shot my cum deep into your pussy. I grad you be the hair and held you there as I pulsed in you , feeling your ass trying to push against me making me go even deeper into you.

After my cock quit pumping into your pussy I collapsed on you trying to catch my breath.

My shaft softened and fell out of your filled pussy and both of our juices started to flow out of it.

I turned you on to your back then lifted you up putting my cock in front of your mouth, "Now clean me slut," as I pulled your mouth to my shaft. You took me in and sucked and licked me clean and I could hear your moans. You then shivered as you came again and I looked down at the back seat of the patrol vehicle , it was covered with our juices. "Now clean my seat Bitch", I ordered as I pulled my pants back up. I stood there watching you as you licked our juices off of the back seat, then I took you out of the vehicle and undid the hand cuffs.

You started to straighten yourself up, pulling your dress back down, adjusting your top.

When you were finished you looked up at me then raised up and kissed my lips, I could taste both of us on you . 

"I'll be coming this way again next Thursday at the same time lover," you said.

I was putting my duty belt back on and as you said that you reached down to my baton , started stroking it and said ,"maybe we might be able to have some fun with this too."

As you walked back to your car I looked into the back floor board and noticed your thong still there.

"Wait you forgot these," I yelled holding them up.

"Keep them lover and I will see you net week".

You laughed a throaty laugh as you pulled away.

You know this shift isn't going to be all that bad I thought to myself as I started up the patrol car and going back to work. My mind wondering about next Thursday.



Night Shift



Note from Slick: This story is about two couples who were long time friends. When two of them had to work night shift their relationship changed quickly. If you don't like cheating and swapping don't read this story. All rights reserved. 

*

Billy Thompson looked down over the wooden railing on the hard wood decking at the swimming pool below. About five feet below him were his wife Bonnie and their best friend Katie. Both were in modest bikini's not the high hip style but more of the 1960's style with boy shorts bottoms. Both women still looked very good for being in their mid-forties and even he and Katie's husband Jim kept in very good shape. He tried his best not to stare down at the nice pink mounds pushing out Katie's bikini top but he just couldn't pull his eyes away. 

"Hey Billy!" Jim yelled from the shallow end of the pool. "Would you get me a cold brew?" 

"Sure," Billy yelled back as he reached down into the white and blue cooler and jerked out a freezing can of bud. As he walked down the five stairs to the concrete edging around the pool he held the can of beer over Katie's chest until the melting ice produced cold water on the can that dripped down between her firm breasts. 

"BILLY!" She screamed when the frigid drops splattered just above the stretched red cups. She reached out to smack his leg next to her chair but he jumped back and ran over to the pool. 

Jim grabbed the can of beer after Billy jumped in and then high-five him "Good job buddy." 

"Thanks," Billy laughed as he looked over at Katie who was shaking her finger at him. His eyes moved to Bonnie who was pretending nothing was happening and was lying back with her eyes closed 

"Do you want to go golfing tomorrow?" Billy asked Jim while they floated in the deep end. 

"I can't," he answered. "I'm working the evening shifts at the shop. We have a big job from Japan and I'm going to be tied up for the next two months." 

"That sucks," Billy said now wondering what he was going to do on the weekends since Bonnie also worked 12 hour night shifts the next few months at the hospital. 

It was an hour later as the two couples sat in the kitchen playing rummy that Katie complained about not being able to go to the movies with Bonnie on the weekends. 

"Go with Billy," Jim said while finishing his sixth beer. "No sense you two paying for our bad work schedules." 

Billy glanced at Bonnie who was more interested in the cards in her hand. He glanced at Katie who was staring at Bonnie as well.

Bonnie looked up and saw everyone looking at her. "WHAT?" 

"The movies........." Jim laughed. "Do you care if Billy and Katie go to the movies while you and I are working?" 

"No.....why should I?" She answered. "Whose turn is it?" 

"Mine," Katie answered as she picked up at card off the deck and smiled. "Gin RUMMY!" 

*****

Nothing more was said that evening about the movies until Billy walked into the master bedroom to find Bonnie almost asleep. "Are you going to sleep?" 

Bonnie was almost out when she heard his voice. "I was until you woke me up," she grumbled. 

"I thought.......that.......you know...its Saturday night and...we didn't......do it last weekend." 

"I'm really tired," Bonnie said as she closed her eyes. Sex the past few years had gotten so routine that they had scheduled it for the second and fourth Saturday night in each month. "Maybe during the week?" 

Billy too was not that excited about it but the afternoon seeing Katie in her tight bathing suit had gotten his fires going. He turned off the lamp next to his side of the bed and moved under the covers. "So it's OK with you that Katie and I go to the movies next weekend?" 

Bonnie had already fallen asleep. Five minutes later so did Billy. 

*****

The week went pretty fast and it was on Thursday night when Bonnie had started her night shift that Billy stopped by Katie and Jim's house. 

"Oh hi Billy," Katie said opening the door with a dish cloth in her hand. "Don't you remember......Jim is working night shift?" 

Billy stood nervously with his hands in his pocket. "Actually I stopped by to see if you.......you know...really want to go to the movies tomorrow night." 

Katie frowned. "I do but I've got to work an hour longer tomorrow night. Some parents are going to stop by after school to discuss some homework issues." 

Billy thought quickly. "How about a late movie? Would you be available by Nine?" 

"Well yeah I guess so. Maybe I could meet you there. But, it might be better to drive two cars in case...." She laughed. "Some of our friends see us come in together." 

"What movie would you like to see?" He said now grinning like a young teenager who was going on his first date. 

"Well, Jim won't go with me to see ..... and I like horror films. Would you go see "See no Evil" with me?" 

"Sure Bonnie hates them too. I'll get the tickets and wait for you in the lobby."

"Good," she grinned. "I wasn't looking forward to the upcoming weekends but I think it will be fun." 

"Yeah me too." 

Katie was about to say goodbye but stopped. "You know there is nothing wrong about good friends going to movies together. I mean we've all been friends for so long and this is not like a date or anything like that." 

"Right. We all go to the movies together so what's the big deal?" 

"Thank you Billy," she said as she leaned forward to give him the normal hug they did when they parted. She was suddenly nervous when his strong arms pulled her petite body into his. She gently kissed his cheek and pushed back. "See you around Nine."  

Billy turned before she could see the rise in his jeans. 

*****

The next day flew by for both Katie and Jim and after she said good night to the last set of parents she glanced at her watch. It was 8:30PM which gave her no time to run home and change from her dress into jeans and a sweater. The traffic was heavy as most Friday nights were around the mall and she rushed in about five after nine to see Billy waiting for her. 

"I'm so sorry," she said breathing rapidly from her short run from the parking lot. "How much do I owe you?" 

"Tonight is on me," he grinned. Before, as she ran thru the theater lobby, he noticed her boobs were bouncing under her thin silky red dress. When she got closer he made sure not to look down at them. "They usually show a lot of coming attractions so I don't think we will miss anything." He moved aside to allow her to walk up to the young pimple-faced boy who collected the tickets. "Third theater on the left," he said mechanically. 

Katie led the way and saw the theater was almost empty. "Where do you want to sit?" She whispered back at him. 

"Up high," he said looking at the two empty rows on top. 

Katie smiled as she remembered those long hot dates in high school where the boy always guided her to the last row for some privacy. She stopped one row down and moved to the middle of the row. 

Billy moved down next to her and settled in his seat. He pulled out a box of chocolate non-perils and handed it to her. "I remembered what you like." 

"Wow," she said smiling. She doubted Jim knew what candy she usually ate at the movies. 

The movie soon started and the lights got really low as the scene showed an old hotel where the psychopath lived. It was the typical horror movie where some unsuspecting victims went into places a normal person wouldn't dare. After about 20 minutes when the creep took his first victim Katie moved closer to Billy enough to push her bare arm into his on the arm rest. 

"Sorry," she whispered. "I like these movies but I get scared." She didn't move her arm away and neither did he. 

Billy tried to concentrate on the movie but her soft tender skin pressing into his muscular forearm was overpowering. A few times they both moved causing their arms to rub together but again neither pulled apart. Another five minutes passed when Katie whispered to him. "I wish I had brought a sweater." She rubbed her freezing hands together and then rubbed them up and down her forearms. 

"Give me your hands," Billy whispered as he held his open hands outward. She hesitated a few seconds before doing as he said. Neither of them watched or even cared about the movie as he closed his large hands over her tiny ones and slowly pressed and gently rubbed. 

The dark theater and the fact they were now touching were enough to get their hearts racing. When the pretence of warming her up Billy was actually fondling her soft fingers and hands. 

"That feels good," she whispered. The closest couple was about three rows down and over to the right so they could not hear them whispering. 

Suddenly a bright sunny scene came on and anyone in the theater could see them holding hands. Katie quickly pulled her hands away and turned to face the screen. 

Billy chuckled softly and waited a few minutes before another dark scene popped up. He wasn't sure if she would allow it but he figured it didn't hurt trying. 

Katie felt guilty because she had enjoyed another man's touches even if it was just her hands. She knew it was silly because they had been friends for almost twenty years and never had they even flirted seriously with each other. When his right hand reached down to touch the top of her left hand she froze. The excuse of warming up her hands was now gone. She pushed her hand down into her thigh so he could not lift it up and take it. 

Billy frowned when she pressed downward however she didn't pull her hand away. He stared straight ahead at the screen for almost two minutes before he finally slowly rubbed his thumb down across her small pinky finger. He expected her to pull her hand away but she didn't. 

"Oh God," Katie thought feeling his thumb caress her small finger. Her body heat was rising fast and it was just from touching fingers. A few seconds later his other four fingers started gentle caressing on top of her remaining fingers and thumb. It was then Katie felt her panties getting moist. 

Suddenly Billy felt Katie jerked her hand from under his which caused his hand to press down into her soft tender thigh. Before he could pull it away she leaned over and whispered, "I have to go to the restroom." 

Billy's face was also flushed as he stood up and allowed her to move by him. He was glad it was very dark because he knew she could not see the huge bulge in his jeans. 

"Sorry," Katie said to a small teenage girl when she rushed into the ladies room and accidentally bumped into her. The girl popped a bubble on her ruby red lips and rolled her eyes as she moved outside. Katie made it into the first stall and quickly lifted her dress and dabbed under her wet panties. "I'm being so stupid," she though as she dried her damp sex. "He was probably just teasing me." After throwing some cold water on her face and taking another few minutes to calm down she headed back down the hallway to the theater. "Sorry," she said smiling to him as he stood back up to let her past him. 

"When you got to go........you got to go," Billy laughed. He had been thinking that he had gone too far and that she had left because she was pissed. "I'm............you know....sorry about before." 

Katie said down and picked up her candy. "What did I miss?" 

"Jacob killed a few more petty criminals," Billy whispered as he leaned over. Her perfume was one of his favorites. Ten more minutes went by when she leaned towards him. "Will you warm my hands again?" 

He glanced down at her two hands waiting for his. "Sure." Again he rubbed and squeezed her tender fingers until they felt warm. When he started pulling his hands back her left hand grabbed onto his right one and they both fell back onto her thigh again. However this time their hands were intertwined. They were really holding hands now. Not only that, but the side of his fingers were now pressing into her soft thigh about five inches below her feminine triangle and since the dress was so thin he might as well be touching the bare skin.

It was Billy again who moved his thumb first across the back of her hand. It started almost as an accident but then picked up a steady up and down back and forth motion. 

Just the touch of his fingers was again driving her body wild. Her nipples were pushing out the thin bra and dress materials and her panties were once again getting soaked. As his fingers rubbed so did the back of his hand onto her thigh which caused even more excitement. 

When Jacob grabbed one of the female actresses Katie squeezed his hand tighter and drew it upward. She didn't realize his fingers were only inches from her moist vagina until his pinky finger moved outward. It almost made it to her crotch when she jerked his hand up and away. Still she didn't let it go as the two clasped hand were now resting on the armrest again. 

Billy realized Katie was dictating the pace and areas of the body he could touch. So far it was her hand and her thigh if they were holding hands. However his biggest obstacle of touching her body was she was holding the wrong hand. When another horrifying scene came up in front of them he quickly turned his body slightly and switched hands with hers. His right arm and hand were now in the way so he lifted it over her head to the top of her seat. 

He was so smooth Katie didn't realize his other hand was behind her until his thumb dropped down and touched her bare shoulder. It was too much too fast so she reached behind her head and grabbed his wrist before pulling it back down to his lap. She let go of his hand and leaned towards him, "Let's watch the movie." 

"Shit," Bill thought. He had crossed the invisible line she had established. Holding hands was OK but nothing more. Now she had tossed his hand back over to his lap. 

The remaining twenty minutes of the movie went by pretty quickly and just before it was over Katie grabbed his hand. "Let go before the lights come on." She held onto it as she led him down the other aisle to the exit door at the base of the screen. She did not want to go through the busy lobby again. 

"Where are you parked?" He asked as he continued to hold her hand. 

"In the back," she answered as they stopped and looked at the remote lot behind the building. "The front spaces were all taken." 

"I'll walk you back," Billy said wanting to make sure she got to her car safely as well as having a chance to see if she wanted to go somewhere else. Normally after a movie the four of them went to get a cup of coffee. 

As they approached her car they slowly and she reached into her purse for her keys. "I really enjoyed the movie," she said softly without looking back at him. 

"Me too," he said. "Do you want to get a cup of coffee?" 

"It's kind of late," Katie said looking at her watch. It was almost midnight and almost everything was closed. 

"Yeah..it's late," he said with obvious disappointment in his voice. 

"Maybe next week we can go to an earlier movie and then we will have time for some coffee," she grinned as she turned and leaned back against her car. Her heart was racing again as was his as they anticipated her leaving. It meant they would hug and after holding hands for two hours this hug would mean something more. 

"I better go," she whispered. She held onto her purse with one hand while opening her arms. 

Billy leaned over slightly to press his chest down into hers and to reach behind her. His hands felt her thin waistline and the tops of her slip and panties as he pulled her up into him. The hard tips of her breasts pushed like tiny daggers into his stout chest as his hard-on pressed into her upper stomach. They kept their faces to the side as their bodies remained together for almost thirty seconds. It was those thirty seconds that they would remember the most the upcoming week. As they hugged his lips slightly brushed against her earlobe causing shivers up and down her spine. "I can't wait until next week." 

Katie wanted to say "Me too" but didn't. His hard-on against her tummy was so big. "I.......uh......better.......go," she whispered as she leaned back away from him. She suddenly saw his lips moving down to hers and quickly turned her head causing them to press into her cheek. "Goodnight Billy." She pushed him back and quickly got into her car. She waved with a smile as her Honda Civic pulled away. 

*****

*****

It was around 3:15PM the next afternoon when Billy was awakened by his cell phone stuck deep down into his cut-off jeans. It took a while to roll off the lounge chair to fumble down into the deep pocket. Finally he pulled it out just before it stopped ringing. He looked at the ID. It was his wife. After a boring morning cutting the grass, doing the edging and downing three beers Billy had hoped to relax. He pushed the redial button and waited. 

"Where were you?" Bonnie asked before any kind of greeting. 

"Taking a nap on the back deck," Billy snapped back at her. 

"Sorry I woke you," Bonnie said. "I have to get back into the operating room quickly but could you go over to Katie's and get my hair dryer? I forgot it last weekend when we were over there." 

Billy sat up and kicked an empty beer can by the chair. "Sure honey, whatever you want." 

"Thank you. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow morning if I can stay awake." Bonnie said before she made a kissing sound into the phone and hung up. 

Billy moved into the house and wondered if he should call Katie or not. After last night he was nervous that he had gone too far by trying to kiss her lips. After a quick shower he decided to just go over to her house. 

*****

The dirty clothes were in the washer and she was ironing some of Jim's shirts when she heard the doorbell ring. She had called for a small pizza since she didn't have lunch so when she opened the door she had the $8.00 in her hand. 

"For me?" Billy laughed when he saw the bills in her palm. 

"I thought you were the pizza guy," she grinned. Suddenly she realized she was wearing her old sweatpants and a loose tee shirt. Plus her hair was a mess. "God, I look horrible." 

"I've seen you worse," he grinned as he glanced at the hard tips of her breasts pushing out the tee shirt. It was his lucky day because she was not wearing a bra. However after last night things had changed between them. 

"What are you doing here?" She finally asked as her fingers tried to push her hair off her forehead. 

"Bonnie called and asked me to get her hairdryer." 

Katie looked around the neighborhood and moved to the side to let him come in. "I need to turn the iron off." 

"I like your outfit," Billy laughed when he saw the sweatpants high on her right leg but down to her ankle on her left. 

"It's the new style," Katie giggled while lifting her right leg. "So how has your day been so far?" 

"Pretty boring," he answered. He had made sure to wear his tightest polo shirt to emphasize his bulking shoulders and tight abs. "How about you?" 

"Same," she replied. After turning off the iron the doorbell rang again. "Pizza.......do you want to stay and have some?" 

"Sure. Eating my own cooking is pretty rough." 

"Would you pay the pizza boy while I go get changed?" She said now realizing she was not wearing a bra and he had looked at them more than twice. 

"I'd rather you stayed like that," he smiled as he took the money. 

"I bet you would," she giggled while lightly smacking him on his arm. 

Billy brought the pizza in and was fishing into the refrigerator for some beer when he heard Katie's footsteps behind him. "With Jim working nights there should be a lot of beer in there." 

"Yep, I hit a payload back here," he laughed. After opening a can he handed it to her and noticed she had put on a pair of jeans and was wearing the same tee shirt. He wondered if she had put on a bra. 

"Thanks," she grinned while pulling down a couple of plates and setting them on the table. "Oops I forgot the hairdryer upstairs." 




Night Shift



"We have time," Billy said looking at the clock which read 5:00PM. They sat nervously as they gulped down the pizza and finished two beers each. When they couldn't eat anymore Katie broke the ice. 

"Maybe we should rent a movie tonight." 

"That sounds good," Billy grinned. When she stood up to clean off the table he moved next to her and helped. "I'm glad I came over," he said and when she leaned over the table to pick up some napkins he placed his hand on the middle of her back. It slid upward until he was assured she indeed was not wearing a bra. 

It was obvious what he was doing so Katie continued leaning over until he finally moved his hand off of her. She had thought about putting on a bra but decided against it at the last minute. She wondered now if she had made a mistake. "How about a movie?" She asked after taking out two more beers. 

"Sure." 

Billy had a slight buzz as they walked about two blocks away to the movie rental store. It felt weird walking down her neighborhood together and twice Katie said hello to a few people she knew. They stopped what they were doing when they realized it was not Jim she was walking with. 

"How about a vampire movie?" Billy asked while holding up "The Queen of the Damned". 

"Those really give me the creeps," she said. "But if you want it let's get it." 

After he paid they headed back down the street which was now fairly dark. Only a street light periodically lit up the spooky sidewalk under the huge elm trees. 

"Watch out for vampires," Billy hissed as he moved his head over and tried to nibble on her neck. 

"STOP!" She laughed while feeling his teeth gently bite into her soft nape. She attempted to push him away but he was too strong. At first it was funny but when his open mouth moved up and down her sensitive flesh it sent shivers up and down her body. "Don't give me a hickie." 

Billy continued to nibble on her softness until his lips pressed against her earlobe. "I'm going to eat you," he whispered. He didn't know the effect he was having on her until he heard a soft moan escape from deep down into her throat. Suddenly a car turned the corner and its headlights projected on them. Billy moved back and they hurried down the last block and a half to her house. 

"Put the movie in and I'll be down in a minute," Katie said still feeling light-headed. She moved swiftly up the stairs and closed her bedroom door. After using the toilet she washed off and looked at herself in the mirror. "What are you doing?" Her neck was still bright red from her excitement and his nibbles. 

Billy too was sitting thinking about what was to come. They had already held hands and caressed fingers and now he had nibbled on her neck. Sure it was mild stuff but how fair would it lead. He did know that for the first time in a long time he was excited being around a woman. 

"I'm back," Katie said before moving to the opposite end of the sofa from him. After reaching over to grab her can of beer she folded her legs under her and leaned back. The movie took a while to get to the plot and after Katie went into the kitchen to get some chips she returned to see Billy had turned off all the lights except for the hallway light. "Are you trying to scare me?" She giggled. 

"Of course," he laughed as she returned to sit closer to him on the sofa. 

"Want some chips?" She asked as she moved even closer to hand him the bag. He didn't answer but did reach into the bag and pull out a few Ruffles. Only the bag between them now kept their legs from touching. Twenty minutes later when the bag was empty Katie tossed it behind her and placed her right hand on the eight inch space between them. A few seconds later his left hand dropped off his leg down onto her hand. The movie was getting scarier and their fingers were now rubbing and touching. As the Vampire Queen bit into one of her victims neck Katie leaned over and did the same to Billy. "Now I get to bite you." 

Both were laughing while he made a poor attempt to keep her back but soon her mouth was biting on his tender flesh. He was now leaning to the side as her body draped over it. He suddenly realized her braless breast was now pushing down into his upper arm and shoulder. When her teeth lightly touched his neck his hand moved down to the bottom of the tee shirt and touched the bare skin just above her jeans. 

Katie had planned to bite him and pull away but her lips on another man's neck were so hot. As her lips moved up to the bottom of his ear she felt his hot fingers touching her bare lower back. "I va..nt your blood," she giggled. 

"I'm under your........power," he panted. She did not acknowledge his hand on her back so he slowly pulled it up under the tee shirt until he touched the bottom of her shoulder blades. Both had once again forgotten about the movie and were more interested in their own passions. 

Katie knew she should stop him soon but his fingers on her back felt so good and exciting. As he leaned further back her mouth and body moved with him until her upper body was now lying directly on top of his. Her teeth moved back into her mouth and her lips took over the gentle biting. 

Both of Billy's hands were now up under her shirt in the back and had made it all the way up to the top of her shoulders. The tee shirt now was up to the base of her neck in the back and up to the bottom of her soft breasts in the front. A few inches more and her naked tits would be exposed and pressing into his thin tee shirt. It was then that Billy went too fast. 

Katie didn't realize her tee shirt was up to her breasts until Billy pulled the sides of the shirt upward causing it to rise up her chest. Before she could object his hands jerked it up over her head. "BILLY!" It was then that Katie did a very dumb thing. 

Billy was about to pull her shirt back down when her body jerked backwards and she moved off of him. His eyes roamed quickly down to see the most marvelous set of naked boobs he had ever seen. Long hard dark nipples pointed up at his face. He knew she was as turned on as he was. 

Finally Katie managed to grab the shirt and pull it back down. "I don't believe you just did that," she said angrily and embarrassed. No man but Jim had ever seen her naked body before. 

"Sorry," he said hoping she was not so mad she would want him to leave. 

"You must never tell Bonnie that you saw my breasts." 

"Believe me I won't," he said trying not to grin. 

She smiled as she moved to the other side of the sofa and pretended to watch the movie. Her hard and rapid breathing finally settled down as they watched the movie. She lifted her feet and legs up onto the sofa and leaned back into a large pillow. Her toes were only a few inches from his leg. 

Billy figured he had gone too far and knew he had to cool it for a while. He was really into the movie when he felt her first touch and then the second one. This time he pretended to not notice it. 

Katie grinned as her toes moved in small circles on the side of his hard thigh. She knew he was ignoring her and decided to see just how far she could go until he finally turned to face her. Her toes moved down to his bent knee and then up to the pocket on his jeans. After a couple of up and down trips she twisted her foot and jabbed her toes down into his pocket. 

"Fuck," Billy thought as her toes crawled dangerously down under the denim nearer and nearer to his hard shaft. It was a contest of wills as he took a deep breath and continued watching the movie. 

Katie shifted her hips downward which gave her more freedom to turn her body to her left side. It also enabled her foot to press down deeper and deeper until........she touched something hard and stiff. As soon as she touched it she started pulling it back but he suddenly grabbed her ankle and pulled it deeper than before. Suddenly the whole bottom of her foot was pressing lengthwise into his hard eight inch cock. "Billy stop," she said softly. It felt so hard and so long. 

"You're a big tease you know it," he grinned as he held her foot against his sex. As one hand held her foot in his pocket the other one slowly traveled up her leg. It made it to her knee when she realized where he was going. With all of her leg strength Katie jerked her foot away and turned onto her front. It left her whole backside available. 

"Let's see how much you like it," Billy whispered as both of his hand moved up the back of her calves, over her knees and then slowly up to cup her round buttocks. 

Katie gasped when he squeezed her ass. She pressed her legs tighter together to make sure he could not go between them. However Billy was happy to take his time touching and massaging the ass he had admired for so long. She too was happy to feel his hands on that taboo place but was disappointed when he moved his hands away. She was about to turn over when she felt his weight on the sofa beneath her feet and then his heavy body moving upward and then downward until his whole front was lying on her whole back. "Billy.......we...can't do this." She moaned when his hard bulge pressed down into her soft ass. 

"Do you want me to stop?" He whispered while moving his lips down to gently kiss the back of her neck. 

"Yes," she lied as she turned her head slightly to allow his lips to move to her tender ear. His lower body was now moving causing his penis to press up and down into her ass crack. She moaned when his tongue snaked out to flick against the dangling lobe. 

Billy was so turned on he knew he couldn't last very long rubbing his cock against her ass. He was dry humping her butt and she now was pressing it back into him. "Turn over." 

"No.......just stay like this," she whispered. His lips on her skin and his hard shaft between her buttocks were also causing her body to explode. 

"I'm..........not......going to last......much longer," he whispered. 

"Good," she giggled while now wiggling her butt. 

"Oh Shit," Billy moaned. "I'm going to cum." 

"Do it," she gasped. A few seconds later he heard a deep moan rising up from his chest and then his hips bucking quickly forward and back. He gasped and grunted until finally his body stopped. A few seconds later he jumped off the sofa and hurried into the small hallway restroom. 

Katie remained face downward for two or three minutes not believing what just happened. Suddenly it was not just holding hands and hugging. He had dry-humped her ass and had climaxed. She reached back and felt the small moist spot on the back of her jeans and knew his had to be soaked. 

Billy had stripped down quickly but not fast enough because his briefs and the front of his jeans were soaked. He tried to use the toilet tissues to absorb as much as possible but it wasn't doing a good job. He was about to give up when he heard her tap on the door. 

"I have a robe if you want it." 

"Good idea," he said into the door. As he hid behind the door he cracked it open and saw her hand with the robe come through. She pulled the door to as he slipped on his best friend's robe and then walked out into the hall. "Give them to me and I'll wash and dry them." She said not looking into his eyes. 

"They are really a mess," Billy said embarrassed that he had climaxed in his pants and that she was going to see it. 

"I know," she giggled as her hand took them from his hands. "Do you want to take a shower?" 

"It's probably a good idea," he grinned hoping that she would join him. "Do you want to join me?" 

Katie had turned to walk to the laundry room off the kitchen but stopped and turned to face him. "Billy we can't go any further than this. "Bonnie is my best friend and we will destroy everything we have." 

"I know," Billy said seriously. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have....you know...been so aggressive." 

"It's just as much mine," she said now walking to the laundry room. "I wanted it just a much as you did. I stopped the movie in case you want to see the ending with me." 

"OK," Billy said as he turned and walked into the den again. This time only wearing his tee shirt and a pretty short robe. He felt his cock stirring again and pushed it downward. "Take a break," he laughed. 

Katie's body had not cooled down and was begging for satisfaction. Billy had reached it by dry-humping her but all that did was make her needs even greater. She knew she could fulfill her own needs later on but her body wanted more. She needed to cum. 

Billy was a gentleman as he sat upright on the sofa when she returned. "I guess we watch the movie now." 

Katie didn't say anything back as she grabbed the remote and moved onto the sofa next to him. The lights were still dim as she leaned her head to his shoulder. "I know I said we have to stop this but...." 

Billy was surprised when she took his left hand and pulled it over to her thigh. He was even more surprised as her hand guided it back and back until this fingertips rested over her jean covered pussy mound. "Katie......." 

"Shhhh," she whispered as she pressed his fingers down to where her raised clitoris was waiting. She didn't have to show him what she wanted because he immediately pressed down and found her covered slit. "That feels so good." 

Billy grinned while turning his body to face her. He exchanged his right hand for his left one to give him more maneuverability and reach. Her legs opened wider and wider until the shape of her covered pussy was very apparent. Enough so that he could even make out her hard clit. It was there that he lightly touched and teased. 

"Oh God," she moaned. 

"Take off your jeans," he whispered. 

"No......I.......we...can't," she gasped.

Billy teased around the outer lips and heard her moan. He hoped to tease her enough to allow him to touch her damp hole. 

"Billy............please," she begged. 

"Please what?" He whispered back. His thumb now rubbed over the thick mound above her slit which must be her pubic hair. 

"Touch me......touch.........it." 

"Say it. Tell me what you want me to touch." 

Katie had never even talked dirty with her husband and now this man wanted her to say bad things. Things her mother told her to never say. But her needs were too great. "Touch my........vagina." 

"Touch your what?" He grinned as he very lightly grazed over the area where her wanton clit resided. 

"There.......," she moaned. "There on my........pussy." She whispered the last word so low he could not hear her 

"I can't hear you." 

"MY PUSSY!" She said loudly as she grabbed his middle finger and pushed it down into her damp slit. Suddenly his finger pushed and rubbed harder. A few seconds later she screamed. "OH MY GOD!" Her hips rose upward causing his fingertip to push the damp denim and silk into her covered hole. 

Billy kept rubbing and soon her hips rose up again and she cried out again. "AGAIN! I'M CUMING AGAIN!" 

He tried to keep touching her but she finally pulled his hand away. "Enough, I can't take anymore. She looked down at the damp spot on her jeans. "It's my turn in the bathroom." 

"If you want a robe let me know," he laughed as he watched her wiggle her ass into the hallway. 

Billy pushed the rewind button on the DVD and stopped it where he had last remembered seeing it. As he fingered Katie his penis had once again expanded and was finally shrinking when she walked back out. 

"I put your jeans and undies in the dryer. Now I think we should finish the movie," she grinned as she moved to the chair across from him this time. Thirty-five minutes later the movie was over and it was around 9:30PM. "I'll get your clothes." A few minutes later she held them out for him to take. "Jim wears boxers." 

"Which do you prefer?" He asked. 

"I really prefer the briefs because they don't hide much to the imagination." 

"Why Katie. I'm discovering more and more interesting things about you," he grinned as he headed to the bathroom to change. 

"I would offer you coffee but........" 

"I probably need to leave," he said finishing her thoughts. As she walked him to the door he stopped short and turned. "I really....really enjoyed....tonight." 

"That's the problem," she said biting her lower lip. "So did I." Again they were at an awkward moment not sure if they should just hug like they did in the movie theater parking lot. Their eyes locked as Billy reached out and pulled her up into him again. This time when his lips moved down to hers she didn't turn away. For the first time in over twenty-years both were French kissing someone other that their spouse. 

It was Billy's tongue that tickled across her lower lip and then hers that rushed out to meet it. His lips suckled on the tip of her dainty tongue until she pushed it hard and deep into his mouth. They then took turns tasting and experimenting until they had to stop for air. "Jesus," Billy gasped when his head moved back and he looked at the heat radiating in her eyes. He was not sure what to do next until her hand behind his head pulled it down again and her tongue continued its attack on his lips, tongue and throat. Again they broke for air and immediately locked lips again. 

After about five minutes Katie managed to push him back against the door. "Leave.......please.....before......" 

It was the toughest thing he had ever done. "When can I see you again?" 

"We have...to cool it....for a while," she said still gasping for oxygen. "A good horror movie comes out next week," she smiled. 

*****

Sunday went by without them talking and it was on Tuesday, Bonnie's day off, that Billy came home and saw Katie's car in the driveway. He thought about driving away but decided he had to face it sooner or later. 

"Katie," Billy said acting surprised. "What are you doing here?" 

"Visiting," she said with a big smile. "I haven't seen Bonnie for over a week." 

"When did you ever care?" Bonne snared at him. Since working night shifts she had been on edge. "Katie had a half-day and we went shopping this afternoon." 

"Did you buy any sexy clothes?" He asked looking at the four bags on the table. 

"As a matter of fact yes," Bonnie smiled and stuck out her tongue at him. 

"Well put them on and let me see," he grinned. 

"I better leave," Katie said in anticipation of Bonnie wearing the sheer nightgown and teddy she had purchased. 

"Why? You saw me wearing them today in the dressing room." 

"Why don't you both model them for me?" Billy tossed out. 

Katie answered before Bonnie. "I...uh...don't think so." She didn't want Bonnie to get the impression Billy and she had become a lot closer the past weekend. 

"OK but only for a few seconds," Bonnie said picking up her two bags and moving down the hallway to the first floor bedroom. As soon as the door closed Katie looked at him. 

"We need to be a little more discreet." 

Billy smiled and moved over next to her chair. Before she knew it he leaned down and moved his lips to hers. When she opened her mouth to complain his tongue slashed into her lips until he found hers. "Ummpphh," she grunted. She didn't pull away for almost ten seconds. "Stop," she whispered. "You're taking too big a chance." 

"Will you model your clothes for me?" He whispered as he peeked into her bag and saw a black lace camisole. 

"No," she snapped before grabbing the bag from his hand and pulling it down to her lap. They heard the door open and Billy moved away just before Bonnie's head looked around the doorway. 

"Are you ready?" 

"Hell yes," Billy replied as he sat in the chair to hide his rising excitement. He thought he was ready for just about anything but the nightgown she was wearing was almost totally transparent. His eyes captured her large round brown areoles and the triangular light brown bush under her panties which matched the gown. "Holy shit." 

"Show him the back," Katie giggled. Again he gasped when she turned and the pink crack between her buttocks was seen. 




Night Shift



"That's all," Bonnie giggled before turning and heading back to the bedroom. It left Billy with a huge woody. 

"Did I do that or did she?" Katie whispered looking down at his obvious hard-on. 

"Shit...I don't know," Billy said as he sat back waiting for the next show. Since she didn't have to remove much this time she was back in less than a minute. 

"Ready for number two?" 

"Yes," Billy answered. To be seeing his almost naked wife in the presence of Katie was too much. 

Bonnie hesitated this time because the sheer teddy really did nothing to hide her pink breasts, dark nipples and curly bush. She moved slowly out into the doorway and lifted one hand up onto it before leaning to the side. Before anyone could say anything the back door open and Jim stood there. His smile turned instantly to shock. 

"OH GOD JIM!" Bonnie said as her hands attempted to cover her chest and crotch areas. Jim was speechless as he watched her turn and run from the kitchen but not before he saw her nearly naked ass. 

"Don't you ever knock?" Katie asked her husband before jumping up from the table and going down the hallway to make sure Bonnie was alright. It was a silly question because for a number of years now they basically just entered each others house especially if they knew their spouse was already there. 

"Shit man," Jim said before sitting down next to a smiling Billy. "I didn't know." 

"She was modeling the clothing she purchased today," Billy said before standing to get his friend a beer. "So what do you think?" 

"Damn, you are a very lucky man," Jim whispered. "Do you think she will be pissed at me?" 

"Na, but I'm sure she will be embarrassed for a while," he laughed. "Let's go out on the deck and let it cool down in here." The two men moved outside. 

***** 

"Bonnie let me in," Katie said after tapping on the door. A few seconds later it opened and Bonnie squeezed in. "Are you OK?" She turned and saw Bonnie still in the teddy. "I'm sorry but I told him to come over after Billy got home." 

"I don't believe he basically saw me naked," Bonnie said feeling flush now. "How will I ever look at him again?" 

"He will get over it," Katie said while sitting on the small bed. "Besides maybe it will get him going enough for me to get some action tonight." 

"You too huh?" Bonnie asked while pulling the top down over her bare breasts. They had seen each other naked many times in the dressing rooms so being naked in front of each other was common. "I can't remember the last time we did it." 

"From the look on his face I'll bet he will want to leave early tonight," Katie laughed. After her sessions with Billy the past weekend she had hoped Jim would want to have intercourse. 

"I wish I could get Billy going," Bonnie said pushing down her panties. She saw the damp spot and realized she was very turned on knowing Jim had seen her naked. "Hey why don't you model your camisole for Billy?" 

"I don't think so," Katie quickly said. Things were moving a little too fast now for her. Besides Katie knew Billy's passion level was also on high. 

"You're right," Bonnie said. She pulled up her panties, connected her bra and pulled on her blouse and shorts. "Let's go and see what they are up to." 

*****

"I better leave," Jim said to Billy as they waited for the girls to return. He stood and handed his half-full beer can to his buddy. 

"No stay...she'll be OK," Billy said but Jim was to the side gate before he could be stopped. "Good, now I have them both again." Billy grinned as he gulped down Jim's beer remains. 

A few minutes later the kitchen door open. "OK Jim you have to forget what you saw," Bonnie said as she moved through the doorway. She stopped when she saw only Billy standing there. "Where is he?" 

"He left. He figured you'd be embarrassed and it would be better if he wasn't here." 

"I'm over it," Bonnie announced. She turned and looked at Katie. "Do you mind if I go over to you house and tell him that?" 

"Good idea," Katie said glancing over at Billy who had a big smile on his face. "Take your time." 

After Bonnie moved into the house to get her car keys Katie moved over next to Billy. As soon as they heard the car start up and the garage door coming down she took his large hand in hers. "So what do you want to do for the next thirty minutes?" 

"First of all I think we need to go into the house," he answered while standing and pulling her tiny body behind his. 

"And then?" She asked when the door closed. 

He turned and looked down at her shaking body. "I want to see you naked." 

"We don't have time," she said nervously. Getting naked in front of him would be so strange. 

"Jim got to see Bonnie so it's only fair," his fingers moved to the top button on her blouse and released it. 

"Why don't we kiss and touch like we did on Saturday?" She looked down as two more buttons were undone. Her baby pink lace bra was now visible as well as the pink swells of her warm breasts. "I'll do you this time." She lowered her hand and found his hard-on pushing his slacks outward. It was the first time she realized he was not only longer but a lot thicker than Jim. 

"Ah," he moaned while pulling the last button undone. As she stroked his covered shaft he pulled her blouse open and looked at the treasures he had already seen. "Don't," groaned as he pulled her fingers from his sex. "I don't want to make a mess in my pants again." 

He found the front clasp on her bra and released it before pulling the cups away from her firm and round titties. 

Katie leaned back against the sink counter and allowed him to pull her bra off. She was naked from the waist up and watched his mouth move down to capture her rock hard nipple. "Ohhhh." 

Time stood still while Billy moved his lips from breast to breast and nipple to nipple. When her moans got louder and louder he reached under his head and unsnapped her shorts. 

"Billy don't..." she complained after feeling the shorts come undone and the cooler air on her stomach between her navel and the top of her matching pink bikini panties. Breasts were one thing but getting into her panties was something else. She grabbed the elastic of the pink undies and held them in place as he removed her khaki shorts. "Not my panties." 

The fingers were holding them so tightly that her fingers were turning white which told Billy he had to do something else to get them off. 

Katie felt him move back from her and thought he was giving up until she saw his head dropping down to her nipples again. After kissing, licking and sucking them his mouth kissed under them down to her navel. "Billy......" She managed to say when he moved his mouth to her right hand and kissed her fingers. He managed to pull one out and then sucked it into his mouth. "Oh God." 

Katie's grip loosened on that hand as he pulled one finger up at a time until that side was free. She figured he was going to do the same to her other hand but he licked just under the lacy elastic band to the center of her tummy then pulled the waistband outward. 

Billy glanced down at the mound of curly dark brown hair at the junction of her thighs. She didn't trim hers as much as Bonnie did which was something he liked. His tongue pushed out as far as it could until it curled into her bush. "What are you doing to me?" She asked as his hand gently pulled her fingers free from holding the waistband. It was now his to pull down but he didn't do it right away. 

Katie gathered her wits and looked at the kitchen clock on the wall above the water bottle stand. Bonnie had left fifteen minute ago which meant they had at least fifteen more safe minutes. If he was going to go down on her she wanted to be comfortable. Her hands moved under his chin and she pulled upward until he looked at her. "Let's go on the sofa. Get my clothes for me," she giggled before turning and running into the living room. 

Billy grabbed the bra, shorts and blouse and ran after his nearly nude dinner for tonight. When he got close to the sofa he saw her hand move upward to place her panties on the top of it. "Shit," he whispered as he peeked over. Lying on her back with one hand covering her pussy was Katie smiling up at him. 

Katie expected him to run around the sofa but he jumped over it instead and into position to kiss where he left off. His open lips nibbled at her wrist and then downward onto the back of her hand. His tongue forced through the opening between her index and middle fingers until he tasted her feminine honey. Her hand slowly pulled away leaving her pussy for his and her pleasure. 

Billy wished he had time to kiss and lick her whole lower body but knew time was short. Her whole body rose from the sofa when his lips clamped onto her raised clitoris. "OH YES BILLY!!!!" Her legs opened as wide as possible to let his tongue push deeply inside her hairy wanton hole. 

Tears of joy poured from her eyes as Billy flicked and licked up and down her slit making sure to concentrate on her pleasure button and even up inside of her where her "G" spot was located. Never had Katie been so orally pleased before. So much so that she climaxed in less than two minutes. "NOW BILLY NOW?" She screamed. "MY PUSSY FEELS SO...........GOOD!" 

Billy wanted so much to push down his shorts and ram his rigid cock up into her but knew time was running out. Her fingers had clawed at his head so much he looked like Larry of the Three Stooges. "Jesus Christ," he grinned as he looked over her now dripping pussy. "I thought you were going to kill me." 

Katie took long deep breaths until she looked at the large Grandfather's clock in the corner. "Hurry....help me get dressed." 

Billy handed her the panties, bra and shorts before the blouse. She smiled and leaned over to kiss him. "I owe you." Her fingers brushed over the tent still in his slacks. 

"I know," he grinned. As she buttoned her blouse they walked arm in arm back into the kitchen. Fifteen minutes later Bonnie walked back in the house alone. "He really wouldn't talk to me." 

"That sounds like Jim," Katie said. "I'll go and talk to him and let him know you are cool with it." 

As soon as Katie walked out Bonnie almost jumped into her husband's arms. "Let's go upstairs." 

"I was hoping you would say that," Billy grinned. "Put that teddy back on first." 

*****

Katie didn't know what to expect when she opened the door. Bonnie seemed to express that Jim was still upset from seeing her so when he jumped out at her wearing only his boxers she screamed, "JIM!" 

"Sorry honey," he laughed. His hands moved behind her back to pull her lips to his. For the first time in a long time they french kissed. 

Katie like Bonnie needed a hard one in side of her. After all the easting with Billy her body was in need. She felt his hand move down under her shorts and then under her panties. She had forgotten how wet she was until his middle finger sloshed up into her hot hole. 

"Jesus you're dripping," Jim whispered while pushing his finger deeply into her. "Why are you so wet?" 

"I was thinking how horny you were going to be after seeing Bonnie naked," Katie said thinking quickly. 

"She.......she wasn't naked," he said once again visualizing what he had seen. 

"She might as well have been," Katie giggled. "You could see her breasts and nipples." Her hand found his rigid cock and squeezed. "I know you could see her..........pussy." 

Jim froze when she said pussy. He had never heard her talk dirty before and it made his prick even harder. "Ohhhh." 

"She shaves her lips...........do you want me.......to shave mine?" 

"Oh geez.......Katie," he moaned. 

"Let's go over to the sofa," she whispered as she remembered how Billy had dry-humped her on Saturday. She quickly undressed, then turned and fell face down on the sofa. "Get on top of me." 

Again Jim froze because she had absolutely refused to allow him to mess around with her rear hole. But he wasn't going to turn down an opportunity. His boxers fell at his feet before he moved onto her soft ass and back. 

Katie was ready to open her legs to let him under when she felt his cockhead pressing down into her buttocks. "No Jim....not....THERE!" She cried at the large crown moved an inch inside. 

Jim realized what she had said and started to pull out but her hand moved back and held his ass down. 

"Leave it.....in," she groaned. 

But Jim couldn't leave it in because it felt so damn tight and so damn good. He tried to pull out quickly but it was too late because he shot his wad into his wife's ass. "OH GOD KATIE!" 

"No............no.......no," she moaned softly as his hot spunk filled her anal cavity. She had hoped putting it in back there would make him so hot he had to fuck her need....her very neglected pussy. 

*****

Billy wasn't a whole lot better however he did manage to get his hard dick into Bonnie's steaming oven. Neither of them could wait to take off her teddy so she just released the lower snaps over her moist slit and opened her thighs. Less than a minute later he had inserted his penis and seconds later climaxed. 

"I'm sorry honey," Billy whispered as she tried to continue the fucking motion but his ship had lost its sail and there was no wind left anyway. "Give me a few minutes and I'll try......" 

"Don't bother," Bonnie said sharply as she turned over and tried to fall asleep. 

*****

Since Billy and Katie had to work the next day it now left Bonnie and Jim at home on their last day off. She thought about calling him but after the awkward conversation they had at his house last night she decided to let it all cool down. She was still in her cotton pajamas when the doorbell rang. She peeked out and saw Jim on the porch. 

"Hi," she said opening the door halfway. "What's up?" 

Jim glanced around the neighborhood nervously. "I......I mean...can I...come in?" 

"Sure," Bonnie answered as she moved aside. "Are you alright?" 

"I didn't get much sleep last night," he answered as he moved into the den and sat down on the one large chair. 

Bonnie knew what was bothering him because it was also bothering her. "Jim....I'm sorry...if I had known you were coming over.....I wouldn't have....you know." 

"You know we've been friends for so long I've kind of thought of you as a sister." He laughed nervously. "But, God after seeing you like that..." He looked up at her standing next to his chair. "Every time I close my eyes I see your wonderful body." 

Bonnie sat down on the large arm of the chair and took his hand. "I know. But, we can't take it back now. We have to try and forget about it and......." Suddenly Jim's hand squeezed hers and jerked her body down onto his lap. "Jim stop!" 

The morning news was on the radio in the kitchen as Bonnie tried to push off of his lap. His hand was pulling her head closer and closer as his lips moved towards hers. "Jim...ummm," she started saying just before their lips contacted. 

Bonnie's mouth was still open as she tried to speak which allow his tongue easy passage inside to find her tongue. After the frustrating night with Billy her body was still on fire and now his wet kiss was bringing it to a boil. Her resistance became weaker and weaker until she stopped her arms from pushing away. It was her tongue now seeking his and teasing across his teeth and lips. 

Bonnie was the first to pull away for air but she didn't try to pull away from him. Her head fell against his shoulder and she whispered o him, "This is crazy." 

"I know," he said as his fingers moved up to unbutton her top pajama button. When he released the next one her lips found his neck and her tongue tasted his flesh. 

"We can't do this," she whispered. Her fingers moved up to stop him from unbuttoning the second button but his stronger fingers pushed her aside and popped out the white fastener. Bonnie closed her eyes as he methodically disengaged the remainder of the buttons and slowly, very slowly drag the smooth cotton material over her pure white mound. When the edge of her pinkish brown nipple appeared he took a deep breath and slid the top over it until it popped outward at him. 

"Oh," she moaned when his thumb rolled down over her hard tip. He gently pushed and rubbed across it until it became even harder. She felt his thumb trace lightly around the circumference teasing it, making her nipple beg for his touch. "Jim," she moaned while opening her lips to suckle on his earlobe. She reached down and pulled the other half of her top across her other breasts until it too was bare for his touches. 

Jim cupped her right breast and then moved to do the same to the left one. He could hear her breathing become more irregular and labored. 

Bonnie was happy to just sit on his hard-on while he played with her boobs but suddenly his hands moved under her. She felt his and her body lifting up until he was standing with her body in his arms. "Where are we going?" She giggled. 

He looked at the sofa and at the large soft rug in front of the fireplace. He chose the later and carried her across the room and slowly dropped to his knees while lowering his arms and her down onto the beige rug. Half of her top and her left breast was exposed as she moved down onto her back and waited for his next move. When he pulled off his tee shirt her hand moved up over his bare back touching and exploring another man's flesh for the first time. 

The Grandfather clock in the corner started sounding as the time passed 9:00AM. When he turned and lowered his bare chest down to press against hers his cell phone rang. "Shit," he said realizing it had to be Katie. He tried to ignore it by pressing his lips and hot tongue onto Bonnie's mouth but she pushed him back. 

"It's Katie isn't it?" She asked looking into his eyes. 

"Yes, but I can call her back," he said before leaning his lips down to suck on her tiny hard nip. 

"Jim stop," Bonnie said before reaching into his pocket. She handed him the phone. "Answer it. We can't do this." 

"Hi," Jim said into the phone as Bonnie slipped out from under him. He watched as she re-buttoned her top. "I'm not at the house. I'm....uh....at the hardware store," he lied. "OK, I'll stop and pick up some milk. I............love you too." He knew any hopes now of progressing more with Bonnie was long gone. He hung up and slowly stood. "Bad timing." 

"Actually it was good timing because we might have done something we both would have regretted." She said feeling guilty that she had French kissed her best friends husband and had allowed him to touch and kiss her breast. "You probably should go." 

"Bonnie......we both wanted to......" He started as he moved up to her and pulled her softness into his still hard penis. 

She pushed him back again and held him there. "We can't always have what we want. Please go..." 

Jim frowned but turned and walked slowly towards the door. He didn't turn around until he had walked outside and onto the sidewalk. He glanced back and saw her standing in the door. "Almost." He thought. "Almost." 

*****

Katie had a break after homeroom to call her husband to remind him to get milk. "He seemed out of it," She thought while walking back to her classroom. Her mind was definitely not on her school responsibilities because of what was happening between Billy and her. She knew things were going too fast and too far. Now that Jim had shown more of an interest in her she decided to tell Billy that it was over. The rest of the day dragged onward until finally she pulled into her driveway. She was surprised to see her husband's car still in the garage. 

"What are you doing home?" She asked when she walked into the kitchen to see him sitting at the table. 

"I called in sick," he said smiling. As she walked up to him he pushed his chair back and saw her shocked look. He was only wearing a tee shirt and his long hard cock pointed up at her. 




Night Shift



"Jesus," Katie said really shocked. "What is up with you? 

Jim didn't answer as he reached for her nearest leg and then pushed his hand up under her dress. He frowned when he realized she was wearing panty hose. 

"Seeing Bonnie nearly naked really turned you on didn't it," she grinned while pulling up her dress and finding the elastic waistband of her hose. She pushed it downward to her thighs and then lifted one leg at a time to remove it. After pushing off her panties she turned and stopped. Jim was stroking his penis. It was the first time she had seen him masturbate. 

"I was hoping you would last longer than last time," she said remembering his discharge into her ass. 

"I will," he grinned as he grabbed her hips and guided her body over his lap. She held her dress up and looked down while he aimed his hard-on up into her really wet pussy lips. Finally after all the foreplay and kissing with both men Katie was feeling a hard cock up into her hot oven. 

She sat all the way down. "It's been a while." 

"I........know," he groaned as she lifted about five inches upward and then slowly dropped back down. 

Katie had thought that now that her husband was showing her some sexual interest again that she could escape from her thing with Billy but as she lifted and lowered her pussy on Jim's stick it was his face in her thoughts. She tried not to but was unable to stop imagining how it would be with Billy's longer and thicker penis inside of her. The thought and the penis inside of her quickly brought Katie to the edge and over it. 

"OH YES JIM.........I'M GOING........TO.........CUM!" 

"Do it baby," he whispered. "Your pussy feels so goooood." He too was on the edge. 

"NOW!" She screamed. Her hands pushed down on his shoulders for support while rapidly lifting and lowering her lower body. 

"ME TOO!" Jim's mind was on Bonnie's naked body when he climaxed. 

*****

It was later around 7:00PM when Katie moved into the garage and called Billy. He answered on the first ring. "Billy here." 

"It's me," she whispered. "I just wanted you to know that Jim is home." 

"Katie?" 

"Yes it's me," she said again. "I just didn't want you showing up here unannounced." She hesitated. "Billy it's over with us." 

"Wait........let's talk about it first." 

"No. I care too much about Bonnie to hurt her. We have to forget what happened. I've got to go." 

Billy was about to say "wait" again but heard the click. 

*****

Although she had told him it was over Billy waited until the following evening to call her. She answered on the second ring. 

"Hello?" 

"Katie we have to talk," Billy said quickly. 

"Don't make this difficult. It's difficult enough already." 

"So it is difficult for you to stop?" 

"Yes......I really enjoyed being with you and what we did but Jesus Billy we're married to two wonderful people and we all have been best friends for so many years." 

"Go to the movies with me tomorrow night." 

"Didn't you hear anything I just said?" She sighed. 

"Just the movies. We can't do anything really bad at the movies." 

Katie sat down on the bed. "Promise me you won't try anything." 

"Scout's honor," Billy smiled. 

"OK, but only because we have told Jim and Bonnie that we were going to go to the movies. If we don't go they might suspect something." 

"I'll meet you in the lobby at 7:00PM." 

"Wait........what are we going to see?" 

"We'll find something," he said before hanging up. 

*****

It was just after midnight in the Hospital staff cafeteria when Bonnie had just sat down with a tray holding a ham sandwich and a cup of coffee. She felt someone tap her on her shoulder and turned expecting to see one of the other nurses that worked the late shift. Instead it was Jim. 

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?" 

"I just walked in. I guess the security is pretty lax this time of night. I just got off and decided to stop and see you." 

Bonnie glanced around and saw one of the younger nurses she worked with looking her way. "Shit Jim. I don't need to answering questions about who you are." She thought quickly. "Meet me in room 212 in about ten minutes." 

Jim smiled and moved swiftly out of the large but almost empty room. 

Bonnie ate her sandwich quickly and moved into the ladies room to wash her face and to check her hair. For most of the evening so far it had been really slow and she really didn't need to get back to her nurses station until another hour. After exiting the restroom she decided to take the stairs to the second floor. Room 212 was right next to the exit door. 

She peeked thru the small glass window in the exit door to make sure the hallway was clear before she darted out and then into Room 212. Jim was sitting on the bed by the window. "Nice room." 

"You know I should just kill you," she said looking mad. 

"God you look sexy as hell in that nurses uniform," he grinned. "I love those white stockings." 

"I thought we settled this yesterday," she said nervously. The chances of anyone discovering them here was slim to none since the whole wing was not being used. 

"I thought we just postponed it until now," he whispered while moving off the bed and walking over to her. "I can't think of anything else but you." He moved his hand up to her forehead and pushed the light brown hair to the side. 

"Forget what you........saw," she said feeling his fingers move down the side of her cheek and then over to her rosy lips. 

"Your lips are so soft." His middle finger traced over the top one and then the opposite way on the bottom one. It then moved between them and pushed inside until he touched her teeth. 

Bonnie's eyes locked onto his as her teeth opened and allowed his finger to push onto her tongue. Seconds later her lips closed tightly and her tongue licked under his digit. Her eyes closed when he pulled his finger out half-way and pushed it back in. Again and again he did the same until his cock was about to burst from his slacks. 

Bonnie was lost in lust when he pulled out his finger and replaced it with his own tongue. She clamped her lips onto it and again he fucked her mouth. Jim's hands moved down to cup her round buttocks and then moved lower to ease her white dress up, up until it bunched at her waist. She thought about stopping him when he pushed his fingers under her panty hose and then her white panties but couldn't move. When his warm fingers pressed and squeezed her naked ass cheeks she moaned. "Ohhh." 

Time stood still and only their heavy breathing could be heard as their lips tasted and his fingers explored down into her damp hot ass crack. He made sure to detour around her rear hole to the small strip of skin just before her pussy. After waiting to see if she would stop him his journey resumed until he touched her dripping juices and then her swollen pussy lips. 

"Oh God Jim," she moaned when his finger pushed gently but steadily up into her sex. Her legs opened to allow him more access and he took it until his whole finger was buried. He knew now that she had passed the refusal point so he pulled his hand out and then pushed her hose and panties down at the same time. "Hurry," she hissed as she lifted one foot and then the other. Finally he jerked them from her last foot and tossed them to the other bed. 

Bonnie forgot all Billy and her best friend and knew she could also lose her job if discovered. After twenty-years of being with just one man she was about to be fucked by another man. When Jim tried to unbutton her dress she stopped him. "No." 

Jim moved back from her and watched as she unsnapped his pants and then unzipped him. She was out of control as she ripped down his pants and then his boxers. Being smaller than Billy really didn't matter because it was hard and it was about to fuck her. Her fingers curled around it and pulled it and him to the far bed. As she fondled his hardness she pulled the long white curtain closed and then moved up onto the bed until she was on her back. 

Jim watched her legs slowly open to show him her secrets. Her shaved pussy lips looked so inviting and so hot. Before she could back out again he crawled up onto the bed and positioned his cock at her entrance. They made eye contact as he pushed the spongy crown into her outer lips. Both were ready for paradise when her pager sounded. "BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ"

"NOOO!" Bonnie moaned as she reached down to hold his hips back. "They wouldn't page me unless it was an emergency. I've got to go." 

"Just let me push it in," he begged as he lowered his prick into her inner lips. 

"No, because we won't want to stop. Someone might be dying." She grabbed his hard-on and pushed it and him to the side. Without bothering to put on her panties she quickly pulled up her panty hose and smoothed down her skirt. "I've go to go." 

Jim was now on his back with his hard pecker pointing upward. "I'll wait for you." 

"I won't be back," she said. "Someone is trying to tell me not to do this." She turned and walked quickly out of the room. 

"Damn," Jim said as he rolled off the high bed and reached down to pull up his boxers. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Bonnie's panties lying on the floor. "Better pick these up," he thought. He pulled up his slacks and put them in his front pocket. 

*****

Nothing really happened between them the next couple of days until Friday evening when Katie walked into the movie lobby around 7:00PM and saw Billy in the concession line. 

"Hi," she whispered as she moved up behind him. 

Billy didn't say anything but instead reached his hand back to slip her the ticket. "See you inside. Do you want anything?" 

"Just the same," she said glancing around to make sure no one saw her talking to him. The sneaking around was causing too much stress. 

The movie was dark by the time he entered and thus he had to stand for a while to get his eyes adjusted. Finally when a bright scene came on he saw Katie sitting up on the top row. "Good," he grinned as he moved cautiously up the steps. 

Katie had changed from her dress this time into jeans and a loose sweater so he wouldn't get any ideas. The past two days had been tough on her while she anticipated being with him alone again. She knew that he would try something but didn't know if she had the will to stop him. 

"Good seats," he whispered while sitting next to her and putting his coke into the cup holder on the end of the arm. He handed her the candy and settled back. Billy knew that she was now against messing around and had decided no matter what he was not going to make the first move. 

The movie wasn't a horror type and was really about a couple breaking up. More people than last time were sitting around them so messing around would be tough even if they tried. It was thirty minutes in the movie when their fingers accidentally touched when he dropped his candy bar. When he touched her fingers she automatically curled her index finger in and around his thumb. 

"What are you doing?" He whispered. First she says for him to be good and now she was holding his hand. 

"It's not a big deal," she whispered back. The movie was pretty funny and both got into it for a while their hands and fingers touched and caressed together. About ten minutes of holding hands was enough time for Billy to make a move. His arm pushed hers and his onto her lap and when they hit he moved his fingers from hers and cupped around her thigh. 

Katie tried to pull his hand up and away but he was too strong. As others laughed next to them Billy slowly moved his thumb upward until it pushed into the zipper on her jeans. "Stop!" She said sharply while turning her fingernails inward to jab into the back of his hand. She knew it hurt because he groaned in pain. 

"AHHH! Shit that hurt," he said loud enough for those around them to hear. 

"You said you would be good," she growled at him. Billy jerked his hand back and moved his body away from hers. "Shit, she holds my hand and now jabs me with her nails." His arms crossed in front of him while he turned and watched he movie. 

Katie knew she had almost drawn blood and knew he was upset. "Sorry," she whispered but he kept his head forward. Again she reached over to take his hand in hers but he jerked his hand back from her. For the remainder of the movie they sat and pretended to enjoy the movie. Finally when it was about to end Billy stood and walked away from her. "Billy!" She said as she raced to keep up with him. 

Billy heard her footsteps following him to his car but didn't turn around. He clicked the locks open and moved into the driver's seat. Suddenly the passenger door open and Katie jumped in. "Are you angry at me?" 

"Katie you tell me not to start something and then you hold my hand. I touch your leg and then you hurt me. I can't take this anymore. I don't know what you want." 

A tear formed in Katie's right eye as she turned and looked out the side window away from him. "I want us to return to the way we were." She stopped and turned to look at him. "But, I want to touch you and kiss you." Tears were now flowing in streams. She felt his hand move to her arm. Like opposites on two magnets their bodies leaned together and their lips pressed as one. Katie's right hand rushed down and fondled around until it found his zipper. Billy moved his body back to allow her to pull it down and then release the snap on his jeans. 

Neither cared they were in a well lit parking lot with people walking by. All they cared about was getting his long hard penis out into the open so Katie could taste another man's pre-cum for the first time. She had forgotten that he was a few inches longer than her husband so when she dropped her mouth downward the huge tip lodged in her throat causing her to gag. 

"Are you OK?" He asked as she gagged again but she only nodded her head and continued to suck onto his all day sucker. She used all the techniques she had developed from years going down on Jim and was pleased to hear his moans. When he was ready to cum she slowed down and just licked up and down the sides while fondling his balls. 

"Oh God you're good," he moaned when she engulfed one nut and then the other. Somehow she opened her mouth enough to take them both inside. It was then his fountain was about to erupt. "NOW KATIE..........NOW!" 

Katie then did something Billy was not used to with Bonnie. Her mouth closed over his crown tightly as his hot juices shot out the tip. She gulped one load down and went for another and then another. Finally he was empty. She moved her lips off and wiped her mouth before smiling. "So how was it? I did owe you." 

"It was unbelievable," he said as he zipped up his jeans. "And I didn't make a mess thanks to you." He looked at his watch. "We have some more time." 

Katie smiled and sat back. "I guess we have determined tonight that neither of us wants this to stop. But we have to be ultra careful and not let Jim and Bonnie find out." 

"My lips are sealed," he grinned and started the car. "I'll drive you to your car." A few minutes later he stopped and she leaned over to kiss him. After a two minute wet exchanged she leaned back. "How about we skip the movie part tomorrow night?" 

"What do you have in mind?" He grinned. 

"I think you know," she giggled. 

|He reached over and lightly rubbed the hairs on her arm. "Tell me." 

The new Katie leaned her lips to his ear and whispered, "I want you to fuck me Billy." 

"Jesus," he said as he turned and again kissed her open mouth. 

"Tomorrow night," she gasped before pushing him back and dashing out of his car. "Find us a place." 

*****

Both Billy and Katie were flying high the next day with excitement about what was to come that evening. She figured he had already booked a motel somewhere so even doing the weekly chores was not that bad. It was around 9:45AM on a Saturday morning when Katie pulled out the dirty clothes to wash. After carrying the large basket into the laundry room she reached into Jim's pockets to make sure he had removed change, pens and other items. It was in the third pair of pants she felt something soft. As she pulled out the white cotton basic panties she had to lean back against the wall for support. 

*****

The Hampton Inn, Billy figured, was the safest motel for their union that night. It was on the outskirts of town near the interstate and it was big enough for Katie and him to not stand out. He asked for a room on the first floor towards the rear of the building near the exit door. 

He was about to go into a store to get a bottle of wine when his cell phone buzzed. He looked at the number on the screen and recognized it was Katie. "Hi, did you want to meet earlier?" He laughed. 

"Billy, we can't do it." 

"WHAT?" He didn't wait to hear an explanation. "Katie I've had it and I can't take anymore." 

"Wait, I.........I mean we can......still do it......but not tonight. I got my period." She lied. 

"Shit," he thought. "Of all the rotten luck." 

"I.......still want to do it," she said hoping he wouldn't be mad. 

"I guess we have no choice," he grumbled. Tomorrow would be Sunday anyhow and both Bonnie and Jim would be off. "I'll call and cancel the room." 

She knew she couldn't see him that night because if he tried to touch her down there he would know she really didn't have her period. "I'll call you later. Are you going to be out for a while?" 

"Yes, I'm going to the driving range to hit some balls" he said cooling down some. 

*****

Bonnie had just fallen asleep when she heard the doorbell. Since Billy was out it meant she would have to answer it. She pulled a robe over her skimpy nightgown and moved down the stairs. Whoever it was rang it again. "Hold UP!" She yelled through the door. Finally she found the key and pulled it open. Katie stood in front of her. "Katie?" 

"I didn't wake you did I?" She asked as she moved by Bonnie without waiting to be asked in. 

"Not really," Bonnie lied. "Is something wrong?" 

"Let's go into the den." 

Bonnie followed Katie to the sofa and sat down next to her. "This sounds serious." 

"It is.......or it could be," Katie replied. "I think my husband is having an affair." 

The room started to spin and Bonnie had to swallow to speak. "Jim.........how do you know?" 

Katie grabbed her purse and then reached down into it before pulling out the plain cotton panties. "I found these in his pants." 

Bonnie was in shock when she saw the panties that she had left in the hospital room when Jim was about to fuck her. "Maybe they don't really mean what you think it means." 

Katie looked into Bonnie's eyes and knew just from her expressions and remarks. When Katie had seen the large white panties she immediately thought of Bonnie and the white nurse's pants and dresses they wore. Bonnie had told her one time that she could not wear bikini panties or thongs because they could be seen through the white material. "What do they mean Bonnie?" 

"I........don't know....maybe he picked them up somewhere or someone put them there as a joke." Bonnie was really reaching. 

"Or maybe he fucked my best friend and he took them as a reminder?" 

Bonnie didn't speak and looked downward which made it look even more that she was guilty. 

"Show me the panties you are now wearing," Katie said firmly. She figured Bonnie wouldn't change into clean panties just to go to bed. 

"This is crazy," Bonnie said as she tried to stand but Katie grabbed her arm and jerked her back down on the sofa. Before Bonnie could stop her Katie jerked up the robe and nightgown and they both looked down at the same type of panties. Bonnie quickly covered her lower body. "We didn't go all the way." 

"I guess that should make me feel better," Katie said now grinning. She actually chuckled as she handed Bonnie the loose panties. 




Night Shift



"Why are you laughing?" Bonnie said puzzled why she didn't say she hated her and stormed out of the house. 

"Well, I have a confession too," Katie said. For the next five minutes Katie told her best friend every detail about the past few weeks with Billy. 

"God, are we both so horny that we would sleep with our best friend's husband?" Bonnie said when Katie finished. "What do we do now?" 

"Does your mother still have that small beach house?" 

"Yes." 

"If we can get it what do you think about the four of us spending the next two days there?" 

"She told me last month it was available. But, I'm not sure I like that look in your eyes." Bonnie smiled. 

"Here's my plan." 

*****

Billy was in the middle of a golf swing when his cell phone went off. He saw his home phone number on the small screen. It puzzled him because Bonnie normally slept for most of Saturday. "Is everything alright?" 

"Yes. But hurry home because we are going to the beach house." 

"The beach house? Now?" Normally Bonnie was the one who hated to go there. 

"Yes hurry home." 

Billy heard the click and hit his last five balls before driving back to his house. 

*****

Jim too was asleep when he felt someone nudging his arm. "Jim wake up." He peeked out to see the alarm clock showing 12:00 noon. "It's not time to get up." 

"Come on we are going to Bonnie's mother's beach house. You can sleep in the car. Billy and Bonnie will be here in fifteen minutes." 

"Can I shower first and I have to get changed?" 

"No time. Just wear your shorts and pull on a tee shirt." 

Jim's eyes were still half-closed as he managed to sit on the edge of the bed. Katie threw him a tee shirt and he watched as she packed him some clothes to wear. "I'll be down stairs," she said smiling. 

After about five minutes and some cold water on his face he made it to the front door just when Billy pulled his car up into the driveway. 

"Come on. You and Bonnie can sleep in the back seat." 

Suddenly Jim was really starting to like this idea especially the part about sleeping with Bonnie. "I think this is a very good idea," he said as he carried his bag out to the SUV. He saw Billy behind the wheel and Bonnie's head in the back. After pulling open the rear door he said, "I guess you and I are sleeping back here." 

Bonnie smiled because she knew they would not be sleeping. 

"Hi," Katie said to Billy. It was a two hour drive to the beach so she pushed the seat back and then placed her pillow between the two captain seats so Jim would not see her hand move over to take Billy's. This time he took it and smiled at her. 

*****

Bonnie had brought a blanket to keep warm as well as to cover both of their bodies. When Jim settled back onto his seat she leaned over and put her head against his shoulder. Both of their bodies shifted towards the window until her whole upper half was against him. They were not even out of the neighborhood before Bonnie pulled the blanket over them and dropped her right hand down between his thighs. His limp penis didn't stay that way very long. 

Katie peeked back a few times to make sure Bonnie had taken her husband's body down under the blanket. The first part of their plan was to tease the hell out of the guys so when they proposed a full swap the men could not say no. She smiled as she turned up the music on the radio that would drown out any moaning and groaning from the rear seat. It was then she reached down and slowly pulled up the bottom of her sundress. It made it almost to the edge of her panty-less pussy before Billy noticed it. He was looking at her tender thighs a long time and didn't see the green light change to red until she screamed, "Billy STOP!"

The vehicle slammed to a stop only inches from the car in front of them. Both Bonnie and Jim rolled off the back seat onto the floor. 

"Damn," Billy said. "Are you two alright back there?" 

"Yes..........what happened?" 

"I.....uh...stopped short," he said noticing that Katie had pushed her dress back down. 

"Maybe I need to drive," Katie said realizing Bill could not look at her body and drive safely. If she was driving all he had to do was look and touch. Besides when he saw the big surprise he surely would wreck the vehicle. 

"Good idea," Bonnie yelled from the back. She pushed back up onto the seat and sat back while Billy pulled the car into a gas station to switch drivers. 

Katie took her time getting into the drivers seat to make sure Billy saw her dress move dangerously up her legs again. Finally they made it out of town and onto the highway which meant they could all settle in to their messing around. About ten miles out of town Katie reached over and took Billy's hand before pulling it over to her bare thigh just under the hem of her dress. If that wasn't an invitation nothing was. 

Jim too had his hand on Bonnie's leg before moving it up to released and unzip her shorts. As Jim's fingers moved downward under her panties Billy's fingers moved upward towards Katie's pussy. It was Jim's fingers who first discovered something was different because he felt smooth flesh all the way down to the top of Bonnie's slit. Bonnie had shaven her bush. 

Billy slowly rubbed his fingers up to touch into her slit when he didn't feel any hairs around it. Immediately he moved north and discovered she had shaved it all off. His other hand lifted her dress and then he saw his first bald pussy. 

Bonnie giggled softly when Jim's fingers stopped. It only lasted a few seconds because he quickly rubbed his fingers over her swollen clit and down into her wet hot gash. At the same time Bonnie grabbed onto his waistband and pulled it outward until his hard-on popped out at her. She pushed the elastic band down under his balls and then grabbed onto his shaft. 

Luckily the radio was on because the moaning got louder and more frequent. Jim had Bonnie's shorts and panties down to her ankles and then off while she continued to jerk him off. It was then that he realized he could actually fuck her while their spouses sat in the front. The blanket would hide their movements. 

Katie left her pussy exposed while Billy fingered her. She could see a lot of movement in the back seat under the blanket and knew Bonnie was doing more than just exposing her own bare puss. She smiled as she remembered that morning after making plans to swap how she and Bonnie walked up to the bathroom undressed and shaved each other's pussy. At first it was just fun and interesting because neither had really seen a pussy up close. It became serious when Bonnie's fingers roamed up and down Katie's slit while she took her time trimming the thick bush. 

"Have you ever.........you know....wondered how it would be to make love with another woman?" Bonnie whispered. 

"Noooo," Katie answered just as her best friend pressed down into her hot opening. "Have.......youuu?" 

"Actually when I was in nurse's school one of my roommates made a pass at me." Her thumbs pushed Katie's outer lips open and saw how turned on she was. 

"You........turned her down.......right?" Katie's hips were now lifting upward to get more contact with Bonnie's fingers. 

"Actually I didn't. She taught me quite a few things before I graduated." She then hooked her thumb up into Katie's pussy. "Would you like for me to show you?" Most of the hair was gone now as Bonnie fingered and rubbed on the sensitive flesh. 

"Yes........I would......like...that," Katie said closing her eyes. Bonnie was already finger-fucking her anyway. She felt Bonnie's body moving up next to hers. With her eyes closed she did not see her friend's lips moving down to gently kiss onto hers. 

"I found out women kiss better than men," Bonnie giggled. She nibbled on Katie's soft lips until she opened them. Seconds later her thin tongue flicked and teased until Katie's tongue came out to play. All this time she continued to gently finger the pussy between Katie's wide open thighs. 

Katie was now panting loudly. She moved her own hand down under Bonnie's navel and lower until she felt the other woman's stiff clitoris. 

Bonnie broke the kiss and looked into Katie's eyes. "I have one more thing to show you." She smiled as she twisted around on the bed and moved her lips to where her fingers had just been. Her tongue tasted Katie's nectar and her legs opened before her hips shifted closer to Katie's face. She wasn't sure if Katie would do it until she felt soft lips on the side of her lower lips. 

"Ummmm," Bonnie moaned when Katie's tongue flicked out across her swollen pleasure button. Seconds later all patience was lost because they both needed to cum. The talk about swapping husbands had turned them on so much. Tongues danced and rubbed until their bodies both exploded at the same time. 

"DON'T STOP!" Bonnie screamed before opening her mouth wide to cover Katie's whole pussy mound. While vibrating her upper lips on Katie's clit her tongue raped down into her honey pot. It was Katie's turn to scream. "OH GOD BONNIE!" Finally a minute later Bonnie turned and moved to put her head next to Katie's on the pillow. 

"I've always wanted to do that," Bonnie giggled. 

"Next time let me know before 20 years goes by," Katie smiled. 

*****

Katie's mind returned to the present and realized she was hungry. "I'm going to stop at the next restaurant to eat. Is anyone else hungry?" 

Bonnie panicked because Jim had just removed her bra leaving her stark naked under the blanket. She had figured they had a least another hour before they needed to redress. Her hand was on Jim's hard-on as she tried to push him and it away from penetrating her. "Shhh," she whispered to him hoping Billy would think they were both sleeping. 

Katie saw Billy about to turn around and grabbed his face. "They are sleeping. Let's go get something to eat." She smiled and winked. Billy didn't bother turning around as he followed her into the restaurant. 

"They're gone," Bonnie said as she peeked out from under the blanket. "You were so bad taking off all of my clothes." 

"I know," Jim grinned. "We now have time to........fuck."

"God you are so romantic," Bonnie grinned. "But I don't want our first time to be in the back seat of an SUV in a rest stop. Let's get dressed and get something to eat." She grabbed her panties but he jerked them from her hand. "Jim stop!" 

"Promise me you will let me fuck you when we get to the beach house." He teased while holding up her panties. 

"Yes.....now give me my panties," Bonnie giggled. 

Katie and Billy were sitting next to each other touching under the table when she saw Bonnie coming through the front door. "Shit they're coming inside." Billy started moving away but she stopped him. "Stay next to me." 

Bonnie smiled when she saw them sitting close together in the bench seat and looked back at Jim. "Sit by me." 

Jim stopped for a second when she saw Billy and his wife so close. A twinge of jealously flashed before him until Bonnie pulled him next to her. He was going to say something about it but Bonnie quickly squeezed his thigh and his mind went blank. After an hour of rubbing over bulges and triangles the two women moved into the rest room together leaving the men alone. 

"You know that was pretty cool," Billy started not sure what Jim would say. "I mean you know sitting with Katie while you sat with Bonnie. I think it kind of turns the women on." 

"Yeah, and sleeping with Bonnie in the back seat was a big turn-on too," Jim whispered. An older couple was sitting directly behind him. "Hey what do you think about us messing around....you know nothing serious...with each other's wife this weekend? If it makes them hot we will both benefit." 

"Good idea," Billy grinned. It did turn him on somewhat knowing Jim and Bonnie were lying next to each other in the back seat. "Messing around like touching and maybe some kissing?" 

"We can try it," Jim said figuring Katie really wouldn't let Billy to go very far before she stopped him. 

*****

"Shit Katie you almost blew it by sitting so close to Billy," Bonnie said as soon as they entered the restroom. "Jim didn't look too happy." 

"We didn't think you two were coming in. What happened?" 

Bonnie grinned. "I was naked when you stopped the car and when you left he wanted to fuck me. I had to come inside to cool him off." 

"So how do we get them to fuck us later?" Katie asked. "I want to do it at the same time in the same room." 

"I don't know but we better let them do it soon or I'll go crazy too." 

*****

After leaving the rest area Bonnie managed to keep her clothes on but had to stroke Jim all the way until they pulled into the beach house driveway. As the rest of them unloaded the car Jim stayed behind pretending to be waking up while he was actually waiting for his excitement to subside. 

"You guys can have the master bedroom," Bonnie said while hoping that they would all be in there later tonight. "We still have some sun left so why don't we get changed and head down to the beach?" 

As soon as the couples closed the doors behind them the men were all over their wives. "Stop," Katie said to Jim when he pushed his hard-on up against her bare ass. "We have to get dressed." She had agreed with Bonnie that they would not please their own husbands to keep him hot and horny. She tried to pull up her bikini bottom but Jim moved in front of her and saw she too had shaved her pussy. However he couldn't mention that he knew Bonnie had done the same. 

"Holy shit," Jim smiled before rubbing his hand down over her hairless pussy mound. "You shaved it?" His fingers quickly discovered she was very, very wet. 

"Yes, instead of a bikini cut this year I decided to go for the bald look. Do you like it?" 

"YES!" He said loud enough for Bonnie and Billy to hear. "And you are so wet. You want it as much as I do." 

"I do but not now. I promise you will get as much pussy as you want later," Katie said before jerking his fingers away. Another second and she would have given in. 

"OK, I'm going to make you honor that later." 

"No problem," Katie giggled. "However it will not be my pussy," she thought. 

*****

Bonnie too was having a hard time preventing Billy from fucking her. As she leaned over the bed to pick up her bottom his fingers moved under her ass and into her pussy lips. He too discovered she had shaven. "What?" he said before turning her body around and looking at her mound. "You too?" 

Bonnie realized he had blown his cover. "Why have you shaven your pubic hair too?" She giggled as she pulled down his briefs. "Are you going to shave and screwed up by telling me?" 

"Uh..........yeah.....I was going to........shave." He said realizing he had almost blown it. 

"Do it now," Bonnie giggled as she grabbed his electric shaver from his bag and grabbed a towel. "I'll do it for you." 

"Not right now," Billy said. "We have to get dressed." He pulled off his briefs and pulled up his loose trunks. 

Twenty minutes later the four long time friends tossed a large blanket on the nearly vacant beach and plopped face down on it. 

"I could use some lotion on my back," Bonnie directed at Billy. It was then he surprised her. 

"Let Jim do it." 

Both women opened their eyes and glanced at each other. Never in the past had the man allowed another man to put sunburn lotion on their bodies. 

"I.......uh....probably shouldn't," Jim stuttered while looking at his wife. 

"Go ahead," Bonnie grinned. "Billy can put some on mine." Things were working out too easily. 

Bonnie and Katie were lying next to each other in the middle of the blanket so Jim and Billy had to switch sides. They looked at each other and smiled as they squirted some white cream on the other man's wife and then slowly rubbed and massaged. 

"Um...." Billy's hands are so much softer than yours," Katie moaned. 

"Jim really knows how to do a massage," Bonnie whispered. 

"Maybe.......you know....we....uh....should untie your tops," Billy said hoping Jim and his wife wouldn't mind. 

"Go ahead," Bonnie and Katie said at the same time. The trembling fingers of the men released the knots and pulled them to the sides. Both stared at the other man's bulge as their fingers traveled up over the soft shoulders, down the back and then up the sides. When they got to the breasts their fingers teased over the edges that they could reach. 

"Are you going to do our legs too?" Katie asked feeling the hot sun and the hot flashed from within her body. 

"Sure," Jim answered first without waiting for an answer from Bonnie. He took the lotion and squeezed a fine line from the back of Bonnie's ankle up the back of her legs stopping at her round bottom. 

Billy was now rock hard while he watched his best friend touch and rub up his wife's legs to the base of her ass and then back down. A few seconds later he was doing the same thing to Katie. 

Katie was breathing heavy when Billy's fingers touched the bottom of her bikini. She peeked over at Bonnie and winked. 

Jim was happy just touching Bonnie but when her thighs slowly opened allowing his finger inside he grinned. He was unaware that Katie was allowing Billy to do the same thing. 

It was Billy who elbowed Jim as he guided his fingers up under Katie's ass to the small patch of cloth covering her pussy. They had talked about touching the women and touching them there would definitely be touching. Jim nodded his OK and moved his fingers up to rub against Bonnie's crotch at the same time as Billy did Katie's. Both women's bodies jerked upward in surprise but neither made any motion to stop them. 

"Fuck," Jim thought when he glanced over to see Billy's fingers pushing into his wife's covered slit. Never would he have thought that Katie would allow another man to touch her. His own middle finger was now pushing into Bonnie's moist hole up to his first knuckle. 

Both women were surprised that the men had allowed this to happen but they were not going to stop it. At least that's what they thought until Billy's fingers snaked their way under Katie's bottom and rubbed against her bare pussy lips. "I think you boys are getting too frisky," Katie said as she squeezed her thighs together. When Billy pulled his fingers out she reached under her and held her bikini tops to her full mounds before turning over. Bonnie saw what Katie was doing and did the same. "Maybe you should do the front now?" Katie giggled. She let go of her breasts and dropped her hands to her sides. 

Jim looked at Billy and grinned. "The beach is vacant." They all looked around and saw the few people that were near them had left. 

"Don't remove our tops," Bonnie whispered as her hands dropped to her sides. 

"So as long as we don't remove them we can touch?" Billy quickly clarified. 

"Uh huh," Katie giggled. 

Jim beat Billy to the punch and quickly slipped his whole hands up under Bonnie's top. He felt her hard tips poking into his palms as he gently squeezed them. Jim glanced over at Billy who was doing the same thing to Katie's mounds. 

"This feels really nice," Bonnie whispered to her best friends. Both women had peeked down to see the hard excitement in the men's trunks. 

"Um........I agree," Katie giggled. The way things were going getting the men to fuck them while they were all sharing a bed wouldn't be a problem. 

Billy was the first to slowly slide one of his hands from a breast and move it down to the top of Katie's bottom. He slipped his fingertips under the waistband and twisted his hand until he touched her bald mound. 

"Shit," Jim thought when he looked where Billy's hand was going. Again he was shocked that Katie was allowing it to happen. He was about to do it as well when Katie grabbed Billy's wrist. 

"Not under there," Katie said firmly as she jerked his hand out "You know I think we all need to get back to the house." She knew they were all boiling hot and anxious to see how far they would go. The girls reached behind each other and connected their tops as the guys gathered the towels and then the blanket. They made it to the house just as the skies opened up. 




Night Shift



Before reading any further, here is the usual 'health warning'. This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts which some may find offensive or perverse. If you are likely to be offended by such content, then please continue no further.



A couple of actual events inspired this work of fiction, in which I have taken the opportunity to elaborate on some of my fantasies.

Please pass on comments, criticisms, and, suggestions.



The era was the latter half of the 1970's when computers were large, and their peripherals even larger. All equipment was contained in a sealed, air-conditioned, room, where the air pressure was slightly elevated in order to expel any foreign particles when the two sets of doors were opened. In between the doors was an anti-dust mat to retain any particles on the footwear of those entering the room. The operators had to wear overalls to minimise contamination by dust on their clothing.

Sally's shift of operators was doing nights this week, next week it would be back-shift, then day-shift the following week, before rotating round to night-shift again. This was the only all-girl shift in the organisation. At 2am on this particular night, things were so quiet that only two of the six-member shift were tending to the computer as it crunched its way through the batch jobs, while the remaining members lounged in the rest room that was for exclusive use of the operators.

They had just completed a round of putting in the deserted open-plan office outside of their rest room (this was achieved by removing the covers of certain of the floor sockets to provide the holes – extra features were provided by the office furniture, and, the lack of full lighting – only the emergency lights were lit to show the ways to the exits). Not another person had been seen.

"I hate night shift," said Sally, the shift leader, "It's so eerie in this dark, deserted building, and so boring."

"I know what you mean, we could have played that round naked for no-one is here to notice." remarked Emily, a slender, pretty, brunette.

"What about the security guards?" interjected Susan, another brunette, "They could have caught us."

"Oh, they aren't due to do their rounds for over an hour yet", said Sally, who was the eldest of the shift, having just passed her 31st birthday.

"See," said Emily, "We could have gone round naked."

"I bet you wouldn't dare go naked." chirped in Jacqui, the fourth member of the squad who had an exhibitionist streak in her and sensed the opportunity for a bit of excitement to alleviate the boredom of the night.

"Yes, I would!" retorted Emily, who also had an exhibitionist streak.

"Prove it," said Jacqui, "Take your clothes off."

"I'm not doing it alone, you must as well, Jacqui."

"OK then, you're on. You first."

Sally and Susan were amazed at the challenge that was unfolding before them. Neither actually believed that the two girls would fully go through with it even though Emily unzipped her overall and stepped out of it, discarding it on a convenient chair.

"OK Jacqui, now you." Emily instructed.

"Oh no," replied Jacqui, "Not until you are completely naked."

"C'mon," complained Emily, "How do I know you aren't going to chicken out once I am naked?"

"Fair point," Sally said to Jacqui, "Why don't you match Emily item for item."

"Alright then." resigned Jacqui as she removed her overall.

Emily next removed her shoes and socks, and, then her jeans, revealing that she was wearing light green panties, partly covered by her top. Sally's and Susan's eyes then switched to Jacqui, who removed her shoes, socks, and, jeans. Jacqui's top was shorter than Emily's, and showed off a pair of white lace panties, through which her red pubic hair could be seen.

"So you are a natural red-head," remarked Sally, and everyone laughed.

"Did you ever doubt it?" retorted Jacqui, who, in an act of defiance, removed her panties and exhibited her magnificent red bush to all. "Take a good look, you won't find the colour there any different from my head hair."

Sally and Susan never thought that this would go so far, but nevertheless found themselves staring at Jacqui's pussy and then at her head. On looking up at Jacqui's head, they looked straight into her eyes and realised they had been staring, and enjoying it. Upon this realisation, both girls blushed, which didn't go unnoticed by Jacqui who felt a rush through her body, and a sudden release of fluid in her vagina. She hoped that the juice wouldn't start to flow and become visible, although her pussy lips were well concealed by the mass of pubic hair.

Emily was quite aroused by Jacqui's exhibition, and decided to tease her audience. Quite rightly, she assumed that the others would expect her to remove her panties next, but instead, she began to lift her top.

"Panties, panties!" the others jeered, followed by "Show your pussy."

But Emily continued to raise her top. She wasn't wearing a bra, and knew she would be showing off her small but pert breasts once her top was off, so she gradually raised her top to just below her nipples, revealing the bottom half of her breasts, and letting everyone see that she was not wearing a bra. At that point she halted, much to the consternation of her audience, who were becoming very excited and were shouting slogans like "Braless!" and "Get your tits out!"

Then Emily turned her back to her audience and completely removed her top, throwing it onto the chair that held the rest of her discarded clothes, and while still facing away from the others, she slowly slid her panties down, gradually revealing her nicely rounded bum. Then, while keeping her legs straight, she bent over to slowly push her panties down to her ankles. Emily knew she must be displaying her bum hole, and her pussy lips would be showing as well, but that was her intention.

And that was indeed the case, for she heard a gasp from the others when they saw her womanly charms. After stepping out of her panties, Emily turned to face the others, revealing her full frontal totally naked body. The others' eyes took in the small, pert, breasts with nipples standing out like hazelnuts from pink areolae, the flat stomach, and the pussy with the edge hairs shaved, leaving a neat, dark, quim running from the top of her slit to just below the panty line, and bare labia, which were glistening with moisture.

All three others felt a rush of pussy juice on seeing Emily nude, Sally's and Susan's panties absorbed theirs, but in Jacqui's case, her juice flowed out and formed beads on her pubic hair. Then, rather than crouch down to pick up her panties, Emily squatted, spreading her legs, and showing off her cunt. What a buzz she was getting from this. She could see that Jacqui was quite wet, and suspected that Sally and Susan were also wet, judging by the gasps that were coming from them. Emily herself was quite wet, for, on squatting, her pussy lips spread and a globule of creamy juice oozed from her open vagina. She picked up her panties and stood up, tossing her panties onto the chair.

All eyes now focused on Jacqui, who, unceremoniously hauled her top over her head, and deftly unclipped her bra and let it slide down her arms to fall on the floor. Jacqui had larger breasts than Emily, but they stood out firm with no sag. The nipples were hard, but not as prominent as Emily's, and were a lighter shade of pink. Her pussy was unkempt, hiding all of her vulva ('laissez faire' as Jacqui calls it).

"I never would have believed you two would have gone all the way." remarked Sally, who was by now dying to give her pussy some attention, and wondered how she would accomplish that without the others knowing.

"Yeah, me too." echoed Susan, who was also wanting to attend to her sopping pussy.

"Right", said Emily, "Let's go, Jacqui."

"Go where?"

"Around the office, of course. That's what all this is about, going naked around the office." With that, Emily left the rest room and entered the open plan office area.

"Go on, Jacqui," urged Sally, "Go with her."

So Jacqui trotted off and caught up with Emily. Sally and Susan followed closely behind, their eyes riveted on the pair of luscious bare backsides in front. On reaching the far side of the floor, Jacqui and Emily about-turned and headed back towards the rest room, neither making any effort to cover up their nakedness.

Sally turned to Susan and said, "I'm so turned on by this, I'm going to try it too." And trotted ahead to the rest room. When the others arrived, Sally was down to her bra and panties that were sporting a substantial wet patch at the crotch.

"Good for you, Sally. How about you Susan?" urged Jacqui.

"Yes, Susan, join us," pleaded Emily.

Sally divested her bra and panties, and posed for the others, displaying her ample breasts, which had a slight sag, but not much, with large areola and hard nipples. Her pussy was very sparsely populated with blond hair, and, on seeing this, Jacqui had to say, "So you are a natural blond then?"

Sally's pussy lips were quite visible, with the flaps of her inner lips hanging noticeably down. Also visible, was quite a respectable clitoris poking its head out from the top of her slit. Everyone was getting even more turned on, especially Susan, who, now self conscious that she was the only one with clothes, proceeded to remove them. 

Susan had tits similar to Jacqui, and her pussy was totally bare. So no-one could tell whether her head hair was a natural brunette, or out of a bottle.

"OK girls," said Sally, taking charge, "Let's go exploring." and stepped into the main office area with the rest following.

Instead of going across to the other side of the floor as Emily and Jacqui did, they walked over to the stair well and entered it, the only part of the building fully lit at night, where they stopped and listened. They looked up and down the stairs, wondering if they should go up a floor. They certainly wouldn't go down for that led to the basement, and that's where the security office is, adjacent to the underground car park. They stayed there talking, expressing how exciting each found this escapade, and what they could do in future. All were highly aroused and each had to consciously halt their fingers from wandering down to their sopping pussies.

Then they heard the 'ping' of a lift arriving at a floor above them and all made a naked dash back to the rest room, tits bouncing and bums wiggling.

As the last girl entered the room and closed the door behind her, Sally observed that it was the time of the security guards' patrol about the office. The operators' rest room was not on the guards' rounds, so the girls were safe there. Neither did the guards patrol the computer suite because only operators and senior technical staff were authorised to enter there.

"Excuse me girls," said Jacqui, "But I must do something about this aching pussy of mine." And she sat back in an armchair and started to rub her pussy vigorously.

Following her lead, the others abandoned any inhibitions they may have had left and grabbed what space they could and began to frig themselves. Sally and Susan shared the two-seat settee, and Emily forced her way in between them, there being no other suitable chair. However, this proved beneficial, because Emily enjoyed the contact of flesh either side of her bum, and the pressure of the other girls' thighs against hers as they all spread their legs. Sally and Susan also obtained pleasure from their contact with Emily's flesh.

Jacqui was going hard at it with three fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, and her protruding thumb making contact with her clit with each stroke. Sally, meanwhile, was sliding her middle finger up and down her slit, dipping it into her love hole and bringing up to circle her clit. Susan vigorously rubbed her cunt with all fingers, occasionally dipping them into her vagina to gather more juice which was subsequently spread over her totally bare mons. Emily alternately concentrated on her vagina and her clitoris.

Jacqui came first with a long "O-o-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h!" a tensing of her legs that resembled a paralysis, which suddenly released followed by several spurts of an almost clear viscous fluid from her cunt that spattered onto the carpet.

"Wow!" said everyone else almost in unison, who, pushed over the edge by Jacqui's display, came in quick succession. No-one else spurted like Jacqui, but that was now an aspiration for the others.

"We'd better clean ourselves up." Sally suggested and they all made a bee-line for the ladies' wash room, which was off the main room. With four girls jostling for position, the room became cramped until Sally and Susan dived into the two toilet cubicles to relieve their full bladders.

"Oi!" yelled Emily, "I was going there; I'm bursting!"

"Me too." Yelled Jacqui, who then turned to Emily and said, "Fuck this for a lark!" and hoisted herself up onto the counter, positioned herself over one of the two wash basins and let loose with a strong jet of pee.

"Holy shit!" Emily exclaimed when she saw what Jacqui was doing, and then resignedly said, "Oh well, why not." and hoisted herself up and let go with a powerful piss into the other sink.

The flushes went almost simultaneously in the two cubicles, and, Sally and Susan emerged only to stop dead in their tracks when they saw the other two girls in full flow. On regaining her composure, Sally asked, "Why didn't you use the Gent's through the wall?"

"Oh! Never thought of that," giggled Emily.

"Besides, this is more fun." Added Jacqui.

"Well, since you are using these sinks, we're going to the Gent's to clean ourselves up." and Sally and Susan left the washroom.

Jacqui and Emily, having finished peeing, hopped off the counter and ran hot water into the sinks. They proceeded to wash down their pussies and surrounding areas, but encountered a problem when they came to dry themselves – the rotating towel was too high.

"Oh well," sighed Emily, "It'll just have to drip-dry."

Jacqui and Emily returned to the rest room and flopped down onto the settee. Sally and Susan came out a couple of minutes later, having encountered the same problem with drying.

"Well, Jacqui," said Sally, "We'd better get dressed and relieve Anne and Elaine in the computer room."

"You get dressed if you want," replied Jacqui, "but I'm going as I am."

Sally pondered for a few seconds, then decided, "Hmmmm, why not? Their faces should be a picture when we walk through stark naked." and she skipped out of the rest room, followed by Jacqui.

"Wait!" yelled Emily, "We're coming too." and Susan and Emily joined the others.

The computer room doors were adjacent to the rest room, and Sally then realised that she was not carrying her security swipe-card to open the doors. How could she? She was naked! Fortunately, their swipe cards were held in holders on chains that draped around their necks, so they dashed back into the rest room and retrieved their cards.

When they got into the computer room, the two operators on-shift were engrossed in the console activity, and the four naked operators were able to get right behind them before Sally announced that they were relieved. The two turned round to give an update on activities before going off-shift and halted in what they were about to say when they saw the four naked bodies (except for the security cards now draped about their necks) before them.

Elaine just stammered, not knowing what to say, while Anne merely gawked. The four naked girls burst out laughing, and Sally said in between laughs, "You should see your faces."

"Well, how would you react on seeing your workmates turn up for duty stark naked?" retorted Anne, having regained her composure. "Anyway, what are you doing like that?"

"Oh, just something to ease the boredom of night shift." Sally replied, and related to the two how things got started, and what they did.

"Sounds like fun," Elaine remarked, "I would never have thought of doing anything like that, but it seems quite exciting knowing that you could get caught, little chance of it happening though."

Anne entered the discussion, "I have a confession to make, I already have stripped naked on the night shift and wandered the office."

Anne had the undivided attention of the others, who fired a barrage of questions at her. Anne continued, "A while back, when two of the shift were on holiday, and another off sick, I was taking my rest break in the rest room while the remaining two tended the computer. It was particularly boring, so I took a wander about the office. It occurred to me that with no one else about, I could do almost anything I wanted, so I took off all my clothes and wandered about the floor. I found it highly exciting, as I walked among the desks that would be occupied by staff in a few hours time, and wondered how they would react if they knew that a naked girl had been by their desk, or sitting in their seat. I returned to my clothes after a few minutes and got dressed, but I have never forgotten the buzz I received from that one episode, and have been waiting on an opportunity to do it again."

"That's amazing," said one girl.

"Absolutely," said another.

"Opportunity knocks," said a third, "you are now off-shift."

"I see you shave your pussy too, Susan," Anne observed.

"Too?" queried Susan.

Anne proceeded to remove her clothes, and standing naked before the others, showed that she too was sporting a hairless pussy. The others admired Anne's body. Her hair was dark blond, her breasts were 36B with large, protruding, nipples, and her bald pussy was absolutely gorgeous, her inner lips being encased by her plump outer ones, leaving a neat slit that swept down between her legs. Anne was highly excited, and could feel her pussy juices beginning to flow. She couldn't wait to wander naked about the office, this time with others.

Without any prompting, Elaine, who had become turned on by the unashamed nudity, also removed her clothes. Another brunette, Elaine had the largest breasts of all, about 38C, which stood out well. Her pussy was trimmed into a neat triangle, and she kept her lips free of hair.

"Before you two go off-shift," interrupted Sally, "let me have your report and then you can go on a naked romp about the office."

The report duly delivered, Anne and Elaine gathered their clothes and left with Susan and Emily on their way to the operators' rest room. The atmosphere in the room immediately hit Anne and Elaine.

"What's been going on here?" exclaimed Anne, "it smells like a brothel." Then she crouched down and touched Jacqui's cum patch that had by now soaked into the carpet. Sniffing her finger, she said, "Looks like you've been doing rather more than romping naked about the office."

"Well, one thing did lead to another," replied Susan.

"I'm going for a pee, then I'm ready for a wander about," Anne declared.

"Sally and I caught Jacqui and Emily peeing into the wash basins," Susan mentioned.

"How did you manage that?" Anne asked Emily.

"Hoisted myself on to the counter and positioned myself over a basin," Emily replied.

"I'm going to try that."

"Can we watch?" Susan asked.

"Yeah, sure."

"I want to try that too," Elaine stated.

"OK, Elaine, we'll do a duet."

The four entered the wash room, and Anne and Elaine positioned themselves over the basins.

"One the count of three, then, one, two, thr....."

But before the count was completed, Elaine cut loose with a jet so powerful that it formed a perfect blade that splashed against the sink and sprayed in all directions, some of the spray hitting Emily.

"Oops, sorry, I couldn't wait," apologised Elaine.

Anne immediately opened her floodgates as soon as she saw Elaine release hers, and generated an equally powerful stream.




Night Shift



Emily and Susan were fascinated by these girls pissing. Emily had a desire to place her hand in Elaine's pee stream, but resisted the temptation in case the others thought it too gross. Her pussy was getting wet all over again and she knew she would have to bring herself off again before the night was through.

Elaine finished her pee first, and after hopping off the counter, pulled some toilet paper from a cubicle and dried off her pussy. Anne, on the other hand, didn't bother drying off when she finished. Then the girls set off for their naked wander.

Anne took them over the route of her previous escapade. They went up one floor and Anne led them towards the far end of the floor. Stopping in a corner formed by two dividing screens, she said that this was where she took off her clothes and left them. Then she took them the route she had previously taken. All the time, the girls were becoming more and more excited by the fact they were totally naked with their clothes half an office away and one floor below, and, could get caught should there be anyone else in the building. With that in mind, they all had their hearing attuned to pick up any sound, and, if necessary, were prepared to dive for the nearest cover. The girls therefore kept well away from the service modules, which housed the lifts and stair wells, because that's where any threat would come from. They knew that soon they would have to descend a floor, but that added to the excitement.

About half way round the route, they came to a magnificent desk that was almost completely surrounded by screens; only a gap large enough to allow entry and exit broke the wall. Behind the desk was a leather-upholstered chair. It may have been leather, but most likely it was pseudo-leather, for leather was usually reserved for the executive.

"Whose desk is this?" Susan asked.

"That's the *********** manager's desk," Replied Anne.

"He's a thoroughgoing bastard," Emily said with some venom, "Always complaining about his computer runs."

Then Emily had an idea, and sat in the chair. "Please forgive me if I offend you," Emily said to the others, "but I have to do this."

Emily proceeded to frig her pussy and announced, "I'm gonna cum on his chair."

"Oh yeah," said Anne, "Let's have some fun here." and the others agreed.

Elaine and Susan hoisted themselves onto the desk either side of the chair, each propping a foot against the arms of the chair, thereby giving Emily magnificent views of their cunts. Emily had her feet resting against the edge of the desk, which gave Elaine and Susan a magnificent view of her cunt as she continued to manipulate it. Anne, on the other hand, was rummaging about the desk, and drawers. As Elaine and Susan were both on the desk over the pedestal drawers, Anne came into close proximity with their pussies, becoming intoxicated with their heady odour. She found something in a drawer beneath Susan, which she removed. It was a rubber stamp with a bulbous handle.

Anne stood and parted her legs. Then she inserted the handle into her cunt, and closed her legs again. The stamp itself was lengthwise along her slit, and it had them all intrigued. She proceeded to walk around the desk, moaning, "Oh fuck, this feels amazing," and completed a revolution of the desk.

"What does the stamp say?" asked Susan.

"Dunno," replied Anne, "can you hold your leg steady?" and then Anne, with her back to Emily, hoisted her leg over Susan's and lowered her body until the stamp made contact with Susan's shin, at which point, Anne pressed her cunt downwards as hard as she could, before dismounting and looking to see what had been printed.

Susan felt waves of lust flow through her as a result of Anne pressing the stamp held by her cunt against her leg. Susan had felt the wetness of Anne's pussy juices from the insides of her thighs as they squeezed against her shin. Susan was almost on the point of orgasm.

"What does it say? What does it say?"

"It's very faint, but it says 'Confidential'," replied Anne.

"Oh go and stamp it on my pussy." said Susan, who was now in a frenzy with lust.

"I'll need to ink it first, can you get the ink-pad from the drawer beneath you?"

Susan broke off her masturbating and retrieved the ink pad, passing it to Anne. Anne opened it, parted her legs, and pressed the pad against the stamp, getting ink on her inner thighs and lower bum.

"OK, place your bum on the edge of the desk and lean back," Anne asked of Susan.

This Susan did, and then Anne got her to spread her legs wide. Anne then moved between Susan's legs and gradually brought her cunt closer to Susan's, two shaved pussies coming together. Then she lowered her cunt suddenly onto Susan's and pressed down hard. This proved too much for Susan who shuddered as a massive climax took her over. Anne immediately withdrew, removed the stamp, throwing it to the floor, collapsed to the floor on her knees, and, sitting on her heels, proceeded to insert three fingers into her cunt. On inserting a fourth finger, she came.

Emily and Elaine, also came, both overcome by the erotic event that they had witnessed. All were exhausted and remained for several minutes in the positions in which they had come. Eventually, one stirred, then another, until all were on their feet and surveying the mess. There was a substantial amount of pussy juice on the desk top, and the seat retained a good amount of cream from Emily's cunt. Anne managed not to get any of her cream on the floor, but her hand was thick with it, and it had run down her legs while she had been parading about with the stamp in her cunt.

Luckily, they found a box of man-sized tissues in the bottom drawer, which they used to clean up the mess. When it came to the rubber stamp, Anne decided to return it to the drawer still with her pussy juice on the handle. It should be dry by morning. They emptied the box of tissues, and stuffed all the used tissues into the box, and took it away with them to dump into a convenient waste bin on their way back to the rest room.

They got back to the rest room where they did a better job of cleaning themselves up, but the ink Anne got around her cunt was going to take a time to wear off, and the 'Confidential' stamp on Susan's pussy was legible, although smudged, and was also going to take some time to wear off.

The four girls lounged in the rest room, sharing their various perspectives of the night's activities. Anne asked who had cum so copiously onto the floor, and was told, Jacqui.

"Wow, I must see her doing that," Anne enthused, "Perhaps she'll show me how to do it."

As 5am approached, Emily and Susan got dressed, for it was their turn to go back on-shift, and office staff would be arriving before their stint ended. Sally and Jacqui returned to the rest room where Anne and Elaine were still lounging, and still naked. Anne challenged Jacqui about the cum stain on the carpet, and Jacqui promised to demonstrate how to achieve such an orgasm the following night. The rest of the time was spent filling Sally and Jacqui on all that happened while they were on-shift. Then they all got dressed, for office staff would soon be arriving, not to mention the day shift.

Unusually, those who were off-shift did not drift off to their homes, but stayed until Emily and Susan finished the night shift so they could all discuss plans for the coming night shift – out of earshot of the day shift, of course.



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Night Shift



She sat at her desk at work, bored to tears. It was her first midnight shift at the inbound call centre and she had quickly realized why no one ever enthusiastically volunteered to work this time slot. A co-worker had just informed her that only two or three calls per employee came in each night. She silently cursed herself for not bringing a book or one of those Sudoku puzzles everyone was buzzing about. She fidgeted with the items on her desk, arranging her pens and other office supplies into a neat row. 

She had only recently started working at the centre, as a means of escaping the retail hell she had previously been tied to for employment. She was thrilled to finally have a desk to herself and to be able to wear all of the cute business suits she had acquired over the years. She looked particularly good this evening, her short skirt accentuating her long legs and hugging her curves in all the right places. The camisole and jacket she wore highlighted the fullness of her firm breasts, and her chestnut hair framed her delicate face. 

Eventually she got bored of arranging her desk and began to look around the office. Besides the co-worker that had told her about the lack of work on the midnight shift, there weren't too many other people around. Then she noticed someone sitting at a desk in the corner of the centre nearest to her. It was hard to tell from a distance, but he appeared to be quite good-looking. He must have felt her staring at him because he turned around suddenly and looked at her. He was gorgeous. Dark blond and blue eyed, he was classically handsome. His full, delicious lips broke into an amazing smile. She flashed a smile back at him, feeling the wetness between her legs intensify. Who was this attractive, sexual man? 

* * * * * * * *

He found himself staring at a beautiful woman. Working another boring midnight shift, he had suddenly felt as though someone was looking at him. He had turned around to see what he assumed was one of the newly hired employees. She was striking. He longed to run his hands through her hair or underneath the short black skirt she wore. She had that curvy shape that he loved on women and he felt himself begin to stir at the thought of touching her naked body. He shook his head and looked away from her. Inter-office sexcapades were a big no-no. Still, he couldn't help but wonder...

* * * * * * * *

She found herself overtaken with longing for this intense man. She wondered if it would be wrong to try to initiate some sort of a sexual encounter with him. It had been so long since she had gotten a good fucking, the kind of fucking that a guy like this one looked more than able to provide. With a sudden burst of confidence, she inconspicuously slipped her panties off underneath the desk and slipped them into an envelope with a note. She walked by his desk and dropped the package in his lap. She winked at him and walked away. Now it would be up to him...

* * * * * * * *

He starred after the woman in disbelief. He picked up the envelope from his lap and peeked inside. He grew hard instantly when he saw that the envelope contained her lacy black thong. It was as though she had read his mind. He noticed that there was a note as well:

Bored on the job? Meet me in the women's washroom by the lounge and I 

can guarantee that your night will be anything but dull...



He gulped. Was this beautiful woman really offering him sex at work? He had never done something so risky before, but it had always been a secret fantasy of his. Ah, what the hell, he thought. He got up and casually walked to the lounge area. No one was around as he slipped into the women's washroom. He found her there, a sensual smile forming on her soft pink lips as he entered the room. He stood there, motionless except for his huge cock which was throbbing in anticipation of fucking her. She walked up to him and reached behind him to lock the door to the restroom. She pressed close to him as she did so, groping his package with her free hand. He groaned.

"I'm..." he started to say as she cut him off with a hard kiss. This woman meant business!

* * * * * * *

She couldn't believe she was being so bold. There was something about this guy, though. She needed to feel him inside of her. She had grabbed him as she locked the bathroom door behind them and the grope had confirmed her suspicions. His dick was long and thick and harder than a rock for her tight, wet pussy. She felt like a dirty little slut and loved it. Shoving him against the wall, she began kissing him even harder as he ran his hands through her hair. She pressed her huge breasts against his firm chest and kneaded his ass with her hands. He began to kiss and nibble her neck. She moaned with pleasure, digging her nails into his back. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and began to lick and suck on his nipples while he touched her longingly...

* * * * * * *

He was overwhelmed. This sexy slut was sure doing a number on him. Everything she was doing to him was turning him on intensely. He gasped for air as she undid his pants expertly and pulled out his thick cock. She wrapped her lips around its swollen head and teased it with her tongue. It was almost too much to handle. He grabbed her hair as she took his cock all the way into her wet, warm mouth and fondled his balls. She pumped his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. He felt as though he might explode. She looked up at him with eyes that said, "Fuck me now!" He pulled her off his cock and grabbed her breasts as she moaned in ecstasy. He hiked up her skirt and pushed his pants down to his ankles. Pressing her up against the wall, he drove his cock into her. She stifled a scream of pleasure as he savored the feeling of her hot, wet tightness around his huge member...

* * * * * * * *

She felt herself on the brink of a powerful orgasm. The feeling of this guy's hard dick her pussy was like nothing she had ever felt before. He pumped her hard and called her his dirty little slut, which only made her hornier. She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as he fucked the hell out of her. 

"I'm going to come!" she screamed, as he pushed her over the edge and she exploded. He continued to fuck her with strong, hard thrusts for a few more seconds before he shot a huge load of cum into her sopping wet pussy. 

They leaned against the wall as they caught their breath afterwards, eyes glittering with satisfaction. They put their clothes back on and exited the restroom quietly.

As he winked at her and walked away, she thought to herself that midnight shifts at work weren't so bad after all.



Night Shift



This is the story of my friend who is working in a reputed store; most of the employees in the store are girls with the age around 20. When the new stock arrives, some of selected trained girls stay at store to finish the tagging and sorting kind of job.

Her name is Vasu, nineteen, long dark hair, sexy legs (the outfit I have my girls wear is a very short skirt, not tight, and a tight shirt with the store name on it. Most of the girls tie the shirt in the back so it fits real tight around their young tits.) 

On this night the customers were few and far between and I left vasu to run things and went back to the small office where I have my computer. I brought up a young girl older man sight and it had some very sexy pictures of couples fucking and some hot stories that the sight said were true. If they were or not, my cock got hard and I had my hand rubbing the bulge in my pants as I read them and looked at the sweet young things being fucked. I pulled my cock out and sat back in the chair and decided I would jack off. Just I was about to cum, I thought I heard something at the door. I was too far gone to stop and shot my load into a hand towel and only then looked over my shoulder. The door was part way open and I knew I had shut it tight. Only one other person could of open that door and she must of seen me moving my hand up and down my hard prick and shooting off. She also must of seen the pictures on the screen. At first I was a little scared and then thought, hey she might just of gotten as wet watching me as I was hard watching the screen. Besides, I now remember calling out "Oh vasu." as I came. So taking a deep breath and shoving my semi hard cock back into my pants, I go out to the counter.

"Anyone come in vasu?"

"Ahhhh, no sir." She answered without looking up at me. 

"Well, I think I'll close early. Don't worry you'll get paid for the full shift. Just clean the counter."

I watched as she reached around the counter, wiping it, her hot little ass swaying. This wasn't helping me. I found my cock getting stiffer. I moved up behind her, my body only a couple inches from her, her back to me. She couldn't move without backing into me and feeling my hard shaft in the process. "vasu, did you come into the office a little while ago?"

She straightens up and backs up and her body presses against mine, I wrap my hands around her waist, more to keep her from losing her balance, but then again, to cop a feel of her young body. "NO. No Sir. I...."

"Yes you did vasu. And you saw what was on the screen and what I was doing. Don't lie."

She fights to pull away from me, but I move forward, trapping her between the counter and myself. My hands still on her hips, I push my lower body against her and feel her back and the top of her ass touching my cock. "It's OK vasu. I won't get mad. It's just, I...I was horny and well with all you young hot pussies here... I mean young ladies, wellllll....."

"Please sir. I won't tell."

"How long were you watching?" My hands slide down over the swell of her hips to her thighs and my fingers find the hem of her short short skirt and I slowly pull it up. "Well, tell me. What did you see?"

She doesn't move, letting my fingers feel the smooth skin of her thighs as I move my hands under her skirt. "I saw the pictures. They were....were nasty. Naked. And, and I......."

"Yes darling, what else did you see?" My hands now under her skirt move up her thighs till I feel the soft material of her panties.

"I...I saw you.....I saw what you were doing." She pushes herself tighter against the counter, but doesn't try to put up a fight.

"You saw me jacking off. Did you enjoy watching a man's cock growing large and cumming?" I move the fingers of one hand up under the hem of her panties and feel the round curve of her ass cheek. The other, with a mind of its own, slides under her ass, between her legs and cups her mound from underneath. She lets out a soft moan and tries to squeeze her legs to force my hand away, but it only helps to trap it against the now moist front of her panties. "Say it vasu. Tell me."

"Yessss., ohhhh, .....yes sir. I saw you ---- you rubbing yourself."

"Jacking my cock. Say it."

She takes a deep breath. I don't know if it is caused by the pressure of my fingers against her ass and pussy or her fear. "I saw you jacking off. You.... you shot.....you came."

"Ummmm, yes I did. I was thinking of you when I did. Did you hear me call your name?" I remove my hands from under her skirt and before she can answer or realize what I am doing, grab her arms and turn her around facing me. Looking into her eyes, I tell her is a voice now chocked with lust. "I was thinking of you vasu, of what it would be like to fuck you. To eat your sweet moist pussy. Has anyone ever kissed you here?" I place the palm of my left hand under her skirt and cup her pussy mound.

She takes in a deep breath and softly answers, her eyes half closed. "No. No one has ever touched me there." 

I still sense fear from her, but it is slowly being replaced by a woman's need. I rub her pussy and lean down and kiss her forehead and then her cheek. I whisper, "Ohhhh, vasu, you are so beautiful. You make me so hard. Please I promise I won't hurt you. I want you. I want to fuck you." I bring my lips to hers before she can protest, and after a couple of seconds force my tongue into her mouth, my right hand cupping one of her lovely tits. Even thought the material of her blouse and bra, I can feel her nipples getting stiff.

Now moving my lips from hers, I kiss her neck and throat, my hand leaves the soft round firm breast and starts undoing the buttons of her blouse. My other hand is moving up and down the slit of her pussy, pushing the material of her panties into the now moist opening. Then she does something that causes me to let out an uncontrolled moan of my own. I feel her delicate hand pressing against the shaft of my cock. Her fingers squeeze it. I move back a little and bring my hand out from under her skirt and marble at how wet it is. With both hands I quickly finish undoing her blouse and then slide it off her shoulders. She has to let loose of my cock to allow it to be completely removed. As she does this I realize that the door is still unlocked and anyone can come in. 

I start to say something when I hear my innocent little helper say, "Ohhh, please. I want to see your....your cock. Let me take it out."

I bring her hands to my zipper and the noise of it being pulled down seems to fill the room. I move back and she looks up at me, a look in her face I have seen before from other women as I prepare to fuck them, but the first time I have seen it in her eyes. I unclasp the front hook of her bra, freeing her lovely tits. The sight of the young mounds of flesh cause my cock to jump in her hands and she lets go for a second. 

Quickly slide the bra off her and then with my hands on her shoulders push her to her knees.

"vasu, suck me, suck my cock baby. Wrap those sweet lips of yours around it."

She doesn't smile, her face is flushed, her eyes wide as she looks up at me and then at the hard meat just touching her chin. She sticks out her tongue and touches it. "Ohhh, yes. Kiss it darling. Kiss it and then lift it up and run your tongue up and down the bottom side. Ohhhh, yes that's it. Yesssss. ummmmm, ohhhh, baby. Now cup my balls with one of your hands and wrap the other around the shaft. Yes. That's it darling. Ohhhh, yes, that feels sooooo good. Now baby, take it in your mouth. Suck on it like you would candy. Ummmmmmmm."

The sweet young little girl is turning into a hot slutty cock sucker. Ohhhh. I feel her take more of my cock into her moist mouth, putting pressure on it, her hand moving up and down the half that is still free of her lips. Her hand squeezes my balls and I move both hands down to cup her tits and play with their hard nipples. 

This causes her to moan out a little more. "That's it cunt. Ohhh, suck me. Suck my hard cock. I love it."

She now moves her head back and forth along the shaft, taking more and more prick into her young mouth. Her head is now moving faster and now it is me who needs to slightly lean on the counter. 

The door to the shop opens and a couple comes inside. They can't see the young slut sucking my cock, but they can see me sweating. "Sorrrrrry .....sorry folks I'm closing."

The man asks if I am all right and I tell him I feel a little fever coming on and want to close early and I'm sorry. Also could they push the latch so the door locks as they leave. The man says yes, but I notice the woman with a tight lip smile on her face. She looks at the counter as if she can see thought it and winks at me. As the man has his back to me, locking the door, I wink at the woman and smile. She smiles back and puckers her lips and gives a sucking motion. She quickly stops when her husband turns back to me. He tells me he hopes I feel better and they leave.

The whole time, the young hot cunt is sucking my shaft into her mouth. As I look down and I see her skirt pulled up and one hand inside her panties. I smile at her and whisper, "That was close you little tease. Ohhh, man, finger that hot cunt of yours. I want you to cum just as I do. I want to cum in your mouth."

She continues to suck me, her fingers buried in her slit, her other hand cupping my balls. I feel the load about to explode. I remove her hand and pull my cock out of her mouth. She looks up, pouting, "Ohhhh, don't. Please sir. Cum in my mouth, Please."

"Open your mouth baby. I want to jack this load into your mouth and all over your face." I take my stiff rod in my hand and move my hand up and down it, looking into her sweet face. Then I start to cum. The first large wad goes right on her outstretched tongue and the next, because she closes her mouth hits her left cheek and chin. My third wad goes partly into her opening mouth and the rest hits her upper lip. I aim my cock at her tits and spray them with the next two loads. Then I push the head of my cock into her mouth and she sucks onto it like a baby on a tit. I grab the back of her head and move my cock in and out of her mouth, till the last little bit of cum leaves me. She continues to suck me, taking all my juices and swallowing.

I pull my cock from her lips, a string of white sticky cum, one end in her mouth and the other on the slit of my cock. She quickly licks it into her mouth. Looking up at me, "Did I do it right sir?"

I laugh and she gives me a hurt look. "Oh, baby, you were great. Honest. You are a real cock sucker. I will be wanting it every night from now on. It's just you look so sweet and innocent even covered in cum."

Pulling her up and reach for a napkin. "Here sweet. Clean yourself up. We still have time left before the shop is suppose to be closed. How would you like me to eat your pussy?"

"Oh, yes sir. Oh, that would be soooooo coool. My girlfriend told me how good it felt when her boyfriend ate her. Please, will you eat me?"

"Ahhh, darling. I will eat that hot cunt of yours till you can't walk and then I'm going to fuck you. Lets turn out the lights and go to the back room."

As I follow the sexy young slut back, I think, (I may not be making any money tonight, but my cock can't count so what the hell.) 



Night Shift



It's late. I manage to catch your last co-worker on the way out. I tell him I've brought you some dinner and he locks me in the building. You think you're there by yourself but I'm lurking behind you waiting for my chance to take you.

I silently move up behind your chair. You're filling out paperwork for some last minute files. I can see down your red silk shirt. I marvel at your delicious round breasts I was so bad. You raise your arms and stretch, you let out a sexy little sigh as you get comfortable in your office chair.

While your eyes are closed enjoying your stretch I quickly lean around your chair and press my lips to yours. You squeal as I grab your chin. Your arms swing down, shoving me away and into your desk.

"Johhny! You brat! You scared the hell out of me!" you scream at me with a little chuckle under your breath.

"I'm sorry baby, I couldn't resist. I was lonely at home."

You slap my chest. "Well you didn't have to scare me like that! My hearts about to come out of my chest."

"Well let me make it up to to you." I say as I stand up.

"I don't know if you deserve it. I'm mad at you." you snap at me

"Aww, come on baby." I chuckle as I lean in and kiss your soft lips again.

I wrap my hands around your hips and massage them deep. You moan into my mouth.

"Mmmnn. I can't resist... uhn.. when you do that." you whine.

I move my hands up your sides to your breasts. I massage them as I open your blazer and slide it off of your arms. You sigh in pleasure as I caress up your arms to your shoulders. You sink into your chair. Gliding my tongue along your collarbone I pull open your shirt revealing your amazing breasts barely contained by your silky black bra.

You lean forward and slide off your shirt. While you remove your bra I move to my knees and slide my hands up your skirt and massage your thighs. I look up to you, your head is leaning back. You're enjoying my hands roaming your thighs. I lick my fingertips while you're not looking and slap your inner thigh. Your eyes pop open and you jump.

"Ahn.." you yelp, "Mmm.. oh, do it again baby."

I slap your thigh once more making it glow red. You yelp again and giggle. I hike you skirt up some and reach for your panties. I can feel your wetness already. To my surprise I find you're not wearing any panties.

"Ooh, kinky little girl. No panties today? Such a naughty one." 

"Easy access for you baby, hehe" you giggle.

I stand up and take off my shirt. You unzip and slide off your skirt. I catch myself staring at you. Your amazing body in nothing but your black garter belt, thigh high stockings and heels. I hoist you up and your legs wrap around my waist. I set you down on the desk. My bulge rubs against your pussy and you wince as my jeans rub your swollen clit.

I sweep your hair back out of your face. As I kiss you hard I slide my middle finger inside your wet, waiting pussy. Your body tightens, you fall flat on your back. I slide in a second finger. Your breath catches as I slide them in and out a little faster. Your body relaxes as it starts to feel good. Your breathing quickens and comes as a yelp now and then as I hit your buttons.

Your back arches and your chest starts heaving. A series of moans flow from you. You claw at the desk and cry out, "Oh my God, Johnny... ahn... right there. Please don't stop. I'm cumming baby."

You let out a long whine as your stomach contract. Your body convulses on the desk as you cum on my fingers. Your whine fades to a soft whimper and giggle. I lean over your quivering body. Kiss up your neck finally reaching your juicy lips. I pull my face away and look in your eyes. A smile forms on your face as you grab for my wet hand.

You bring my hand to your lips. Your lips wrap around my fingers and lap up yours juices. While you're savoring my fingers I whip off my belt and kick off my shoes and pants. I lean over to kiss you again as you release my fingers. A devious smile crosses your lips, your feet come up to my chest and you shove me backward into your chair.

You pop up to your feet. You slide your hands up your body, flaunting what you have for me. You flip your hair to the side and lean over me. You spread your legs and kiss my neck. My left hand cradles your head while my right caresses your breasts hanging in front of me.

Your lips travel down my body. You keep you hands pressed to my chest until you're on you knees between my legs. My head leans back and I growl as your nails glide down to my crotch. One of your hands grasps my thigh and your other wraps tightly around my shaft. My legs twitch and toes curl as you slowly stroke me. I sigh in pleasure as your hand moves up and down.

I feel warm moisture on the head of my cock as your tongue flicks against it. I groan as you lick the underside and wrap your lips around me. I grab an arm of the chair as my body tightens. My other hand makes its way through your hair as your head bobs up and down. I grab and lightly tug at your hair. You let out a squeal and continue to suck me.

You stop and look up to me, "How's this sweetie? Mmm... Do you like that?" 

"Guhn.. Yes baby. Don't stop now."

You laugh and lap up the drops of precum forming at my tip. You start to stoke me again. With a firm grasp your goes up and down faster.

"Johnny, I want you to cum for me! I want it!" you shout to me.

You stand up and lean over me. You press your lips to mine and continue to stroke me. Between my short breaths our lips meet. Your tongue teases mine as I get closer to losing it. Both of my snap to the arms of the chair. My body heaves. I grit my teeth as I cum for you.

"Huhn... mnn... Don't stop babe. I'm cumming!" I grunt.

"Mmm.. Yes. I want it. I want to make you cum!" You tell me with a devious smile on your face.

My breathing becomes quick and shallow. Sweat is running down my forehead. My chest and abs tighten. I grunt and let out a moan as my hot cum is released. I growl as my cum sprays out on me and your hand.

You grab some tissues from your desk and clean off your hands. You throw the box to me and tell me to clean my naughty self up. You file away some papers as I do and come back to sit on my lap.



Night Shift



She hated working the late shift. She sat at her desk, her office all locked up to be safe, until 2am just in case there were any emergencies. It was a dreary Monday evening, the complex absolutely silent, as the last person had gone home about half an hour before, so when her phone rang, it gave her quite a fright.

"Are you on late shift this week?" he asked her without preamble when she answered.

She confirmed that she was. 

"Good." He replied "I'm outside. Open the door."

She went to let him in, trembling with excitement. She knew what he wanted. She wanted it just as badly.

She opened the door and let him in, locking it behind him. 

She turned to face him, to find him staring at her with undisguised lust in his eyes. With a small growl in the back of his throat, he pushed her against the door and started to kiss her.

She moaned softly as his mouth and tongue started working on hers more urgently. She could feel his erection pulsing against her belly and she moved against him, caressing him with her body.

He pulled her hands above her head and held her firmly against the door as he focused his attention on her neck, kissing, biting, and teasing the skin with his tongue. Her breathing got faster and faster as she got more and more aroused and she struggled gently against his grip, wanting to touch him everywhere. 

At last he could stand it no more and he pulled away and towards the couch in the reception area. She took charge of the situation, pushing him into a sitting position and straddling him.

With slightly shaky hands she undid the buttons on her shirt and pulled it off, before reached around and undoing her bra, throwing that to the floor as well. His hands came up to cup her large bare breasts and he pulled her towards him.

Taking her nipple in his mouth, he ran his tongue around it before sucking it as deeply into his mouth as he could. She arched her back in pleasure and began to gently rub her panty clad pussy against the bulge of his cock. 

With another growl, he picked her up and rolled her over so that she was lying on the couch. In one swift movement put both his hands up her skirt and pulled her panties off and dropped them on the floor.

He returned his attention to her aching nipples as he ran one hand up her thigh. He ran his fingers softly over her outer lips, almost tickling her, before sliding one finger over her clit and in between her lips. The contact of his finger on her hard little clit was like a burst of electricity through her body and she couldn't stop herself moaning out loud.

His finger had reached the opening of her pussy and he inserted the tip of his middle finger into her hot wet channel. He began to tease the opening of her hole with his finger and then plunged his entire finger into her. 

He sat back on his haunches to better appreciate the view of his finger fucking her as his other hand began to work on her clit, pulling back the hood and circling the sensitive inner part rhythmically. He could see how close she was to cumming and he added another finger into her throbbing cunt. With a gasp of delight she arched against his hand, pushing herself down on his fingers as the walls of her pussy began to spasm.

When her body had relaxed out of her orgasm, she opened her eyes and pushed him away from her. She stood and pulled him upright. Frantically, she pulled open his belt and worked his fly down. Using both hands, she pulled his trousers and underwear to his ankles and pushed him back into a sitting position on the couch.

She straddled him and reached down to open her glistening wet pussy with one hand as she guided his rock hard dick into her with the other. She slid herself down the entire length of his cock and paused for a moment, his pubic hair tickling the stretched skin around her cunt as she savored the feel of him in her.

She reached out and held on to the top of the couch for support as she began to move slowly up and down on him. She alternated her up and down movements with almost lazily making circles around his dick with her pussy, driving him to distraction. He grasped her ass tightly and began to move her faster and faster, her squeaks of delight egging him on. He pulled her down hard onto his cock and held her there as, with a shudder, he came inside her. She gripped him with the walls of her pussy, almost milking him of every drop.

He relaxed his grip on her ass and she slid gently off him, lying on her back to catch her breath. She smiled to herself. Maybe she should offer to work the late shift every week...



Night Shift Ch. 02



I rush to the bathroom because my cock was aching and I was in desperate need to cum. I made my way to the men’s room and tore off my jeans; fiercely stroking my swelled cock. Grabbing my balls in one hand and jerking with the other; lost in the moment I realized that I forgot to lock the door when I hear Q call my name. “Rick, Rick, are you in here? What are you doing? Hello?”

I stood perfectly still. Frozen in mid stroke. My still throbbing cock in my hand and pants around my ankles. I am only seconds away from coming. Even the slightest touch will send me into spasms that will paint the walls of the bathroom stall with my sperm.

“Rick! Rick! Are you in here?” 

Q continues to beckon me as I try not to make a sound, hoping she would just turn and leave so I can quench my burning desire. Her footsteps grow closer, and the shock of her about to catch me while I am in the middle of my self -exploration was horrifying. I free one hand from my quivering balls, and place it on the door to my stall holding it closed, just as Q approaches and tries to ease it open.

“Rick. I know it's you in there. Open up. Why wont you let me in? I already know what you are doing…you don’t have to hide from me Rick. I wont bite...unless you want me to of course” she says and lets out a sly and devilish laugh.

I try to relax my breathing, staying still and quiet, but the beating of my heart is louder than a high school marching band. Her entry pleads continue. “Rick…Ricky” she moans.

Then the begging stops. I notice she’s not trying to open the door anymore. I start to wonder what’s going on? What is she’s doing? I hope she’s about to give up in her quest and leave me alone so that I could continue on my own journey to the land of self-gratification. It wasn’t too much longer before I got my answer. A pair of black satin thongs lands on my head. My heart now races faster than before. I slowly pull the panties from my head and hold them on my face, inhaling her raw essence. The sweet smell from her undergarments was enough for me to explode. Lost in her pussy perfume, I continue right where I left off and stroke my shaft. The door opens and I see that she too has begun her own journey, as her hand is lost under her dress. The sight along with the smell sets me off like a volcanic eruption. The first shot of hot cum leaps from my dick and lands on her leg. She quickly drops to the floor taking my spewing mountain in her mouth, swallowing the rest of my hot lava down her throat. The warmth of her mouth and the motion of her tongue is exhilarating. My knees being to buckle while she sucks and jerks my cock. I brace myself against the cold walls of the stall. Loads and loads of cum slide in her mouth. As the last few drops of my molten lava exit my shaft, she then takes my dick from her mouth, and replaces it with my balls. 

“Uggh! Yea... Oh! Oh! Shiii…..” I utter pure nonsense as the pleasure of her actions take control of me, of my brain and of my vocal cords not allowing me to finish a thought, let alone a word.

The intense passion of the way she sucks on my balls and pulls on my dick causes me to get hard again. I am fully loaded and ready for action. The sucking and jerking continues. From my balls back to my dick, and from my dick back to my balls, her tongue dances a sensuous dance not missing a beat. She breaks her tongue dancing rhythm and stands up. She pushes me down on the toilet, giving my weak legs a break. She hikes up her skirt with one hand and grabs my cock with the other as she guides it deep into her wet pussy. The immense heat from her tight pussy almost causes me to erupt yet again. 

“Ooooo! Rick! Eww yeah. Fuck me Rick, yeah fuck me.”

She grabs the back of my head as she rides my dick like a jockey in the Kentucky Derby.

Our eyes lock, and I can almost look and see into her mind. Pure logic and all rational thought have been replaced by raw lust and deep desire. Her pussy is so wet, the sweet nectar beings to trickle down on my balls and the insides of my thighs. I reach around her back and unzip her dress. Q lifts her dress up over her head and drops it to the floor. I then go to unhook her bra, but she reaches back and beats me to it, giving freedom to her luscious chocolate brown tits. She forces her newly released tits into my waiting mouth. I hungrily lick her breasts then take her hard nipples between my teeth and bite down. She moans in delight, as I suck and nibble with reckless abandon. 

“Yeah Rick…suck these tits!” Q screams.

I wrap my mouth around her hard nipples and flick them with my tongue. Back and forth over each breast, I hungrily attack her nipples. I grab her ass with one hand and massage her tits with the other, as she continues to ride my cock. Up and down; in and out! My dick gets lost in her cavern and reappears again. Her fast motions make it difficult to keep her tits in my mouth. Her breasts smack me in the face, and her nipple almost takes out my contact lens.

“Q, turn around!” I moan. “I wanna fuck you from behind. Let me smack that juicy ass.” We shuffle out feet in our cramped quarters so that we can reposition ourselves. I grab hold of my dick as she bends over showing me full view of her beautiful bottom. I place on hand on her hip as I tease her pussy with my cock. I rub it up and down her lips and slide the head of my dick slowly in and out of her. She begs me to stop teasing her so I give her what she requests and ram myself into her tight opening. She moans in delight while I thrust in and out of her.

I release my grasp from her love handle so that I can stoke on her swollen clit, but I come to find out that she has already beaten me to it, so I then reposition my fingers on her luscious tits and pinch her nipples. I can tell that the feeling of my cock diving into her pussy and her massaging her clit is driving her over the edge.

“Oh Rick I am about to cum. Oh shit! Oh shit! Yeah Rick...come on fuck me. I am right there, fuck me! Fuck me” she screams! I feel her pussy muscles contracting and expanding on my shaft. She lets out vicious roar as she squirts all over my cock. Even louder than her moans and screams are the squishing wet sounds as I continue to fill her climaxing pussy, and my hips smacking against her ass.

“Mmmmmm oh yeah…oh ...mmmmm” she moans. “Oh yeah Rick…that was great. That shit was fucking fantastic.” She stands up and kisses me passionately on the lips. I then realize that this was the first time we kissed. Her tongue slow danced with mine in each other’s mouth. I wrapped my tongue around hers and held it tight. Her lips locked with mine, telling me that she was exhausted, and loved every minute of it. 

“Oh girl; its not over just yet” I tell her. “We’ve only just begun!” 

She gives me a puzzled look as I turn her back around. I retake my seat on the throne, smiling like a king with one of his many concubines. I tell her to bend over. She moves slowly, and I wonder if it’s due to her exhaustion or her natural sexy movements. I grab hold of her round ass and part her checks slowly. She looks back to take a peek at what I am up to. I extend my tongue and stick it in her ass.

“Rick!” she gasps. “What are…oooo….yeah….you...mmmmm…doooo….”

I attack her asshole with my tongue. By the way she was reacting, I could tell that no one has ever eaten her ass before. She quickly gets over the initial shock and opens her legs allowing me more room to work magic with my tongue. Her breathing gets erratic, and her moan tells me that she is enjoying my performance. I continue to lap at her asshole while she tries to open her legs more, but our love stall wont allow her to open up any further. I force my stiff tongue into her tight ass. The sensation of me parting her anus with my tongue is making her crazy. She is so wet her pussy begins to drip on my lap. I alternate my tongue from her tight ass to her sopping wet pussy. While I tongue fuck her ass, I take my finger and stick it into her leaking cunt. Feeling adventurous, I take another finger and slowly slide it into her ass. “Take a deep breath Q.” She inhales deeply and I slide the rest of my finger inside her. Her moans of pleasure tell me that it feels good and she wants more. She finds her own rhythm and leans back onto my finger, forcing it deeper into her ass. “Do you want it Q? Tell me you want it!” “Yes Rick. I want it. Finger fuck my ass! Fuck my tight virgin ass!” I take another finger and slowly work it into her rhythm. Again, no complaints from her. “Oooo Rick! Oh yeah...stick your dick in my ass. I wanna feel you fuck my ass!” “Ok Q, are you sure?” I ask. No response from Q, but her continuous back and forth motion says yes. “Brace yourself against in the wall.”

She assumes the position, looking like a criminal ready to be frisked by the cops. Her long legs are spread apart. Her hands desperately trying to clench the smooth door of our cramped love quarters. She bends over, fully exposing her ass to me. She looks back at me with a face of fear, but also cloaked with pleasure. “You ready?” I whisper in a deep protective voice. “Mmm...Yeah go ahead.” 

I stand up and grab my cum soaked cock, and slide it between her checks. I rub the head back and forth against her asshole. I then slide it along her pussy so that I can use her nectar for extra lubrication. I return my cock to her asshole and gently stick the head in.

“Oww….oh! Rick wait…” she pleads. “Sshhh…it will be ok. Just relax.” She takes another deep breath and I slide the rest of me in her back door, once marked for exit only. I take hold of her handles marked for love, and begin to rock back and forth, watching as my shaft disappears and reappears from her ass.

“Ohhhh…yeah Rick! This is amazing. Fuck my ass...Ri!”

Her speech is cut short as we hear the bathroom door open. I stop my motion, not wanting to get caught. Not twice-in one night. 

Q doesn’t stop. The pleasure of my cock in her ass is too much for her as she continues to rock back trying to fill her asshole with my dick. I look down and I see Q’s dress on the floor. I try and slide it back with my foot, but Q is not making it easy for me, when she leans back it throws me off balance. I fall back on the toilet, mortified. I gasp in horror, fearing who our mystery guest is; wondering if he will rat us out, or maybe try and join in. Neither of which pleases me. Our mystery guest steps up to the urinal and beings to relieve himself. 

“I can’t believe this shit! What the hell am I doing here?” I think to myself. Just then Q sits on my dick, not caring who our guest is and not caring if we get caught.

The toilet flushes and our mystery guest says “I hope you two are having fun. I can hear you two moan from outside. But don’t worry I wont tell. But shit! I would love to be in your place right now buddy. Have a good time.”

I hear footsteps make its way towards the bathroom door. The door opens and closes. “Fuck! Next time I gotta remember to lock that damn door!” “Don’t worry about it. Just keep fucking me!” Q screams. 

I follow her orders and do as I am told. I buck my hips and ram my cock into her tight ass. She moans with her growing desire. She stands up and turns so that she can face me. She kisses me softly and retakes her position upon me. She grunts and groans and she runs her fingers over my head. I continue to hear moaning, but then I noticed that it is not coming from her. I immediately realize that the moans of pleasure are stemming from our secret guest. I snap into reality for a quick second and think of how crazy this must be for someone to walk in on, as well as how erotic it must be to walk in on someone fucking. The thought of someone getting off by hearing the screams of a beautiful woman getting fucked by me is in turn getting me off. “I am gonna cum!”

I grunt and groan, grab Q’s ass and unleash mound and mounds of hot cum in her ass!

She continues to ride me, as my dick is losing its rigidity. She then begins to climax also. 

She screams “I AM CUMMING! OHHHH I AM CUMMING!” She grabs my head and pulls it into her chest. I squeeze her ass, and suck her nipples are she cums all over my lap. We both are exhausted and breathe deeply in an effort to catch our breaths. As it gets quiet, I hear more grunts. We both laugh when we realize that our mystery guest has climaxed also. He exits the room, and we both laugh hysterically.

As we get dressed and try to make ourselves look presentable, no words are said. We both go back to work, without a mention of what has taken place just minutes before.

For the first time in a long time the hours seem to fly by, and I being to enjoy my job. I decide that I can’t let Q get away, so I ask her over to my place for breakfast after our shift ends. I give her directions to my place and race home, giving me some extra time to clean up a bit.

I am preparing the meal, as the doorbell rings. She’s just in time because the aroma sweeps past her nose as she enters the room. “Mmm, Rick that smells delicious.” We both eat and talk and try to catch up on the things that we should have known before we slept together. Both our stomachs are full and we go to my bedroom and fall asleep.

I wake up from my slumber and stare at her. I am in awe, staring at this beautiful woman lying next to me in my bed. I run my fingers through her hair and bask in her essence. She wakes from my touch and I entice her into taking a bath with me. 

There are no windows in my bathroom, and with the lights off its pitch dark. I set the scene with dozens of candles around the tub and the sweet sounds of Sade playing in the background. She undresses and I just stare. This woman is perfect. I don’t see a mark, a blemish, and even though she just woke up, it seems like not one hair is out of place. She steps into the tub and lies back. “Rick, aren’t you going to join me?” she asks. “Yeah I will Q, but it’s all about you first.” I take a soft sponge and begin to wash her. From head to toe I clean every inch of my new found goddess. I rub and massage her feet, her thighs, her breasts, and I even wash her hair. I massage her scalp as she lies back and lets the warm water soothe her body. “Please Rick, come in here and join me.” 

I stand and take off my clothes and step into the tub with her. The water overflows and puts out some of the candles making our love scene a bit darker. “Now Rick it’s your turn.” She cleans me as I cleaned her. I get aroused as she moans in delight and runs her fingers over my muscles. “Wow Rick, I didn’t know you had such a nice body.” She beings to massage my back and shoulders. I turn around and kiss her, taking her tongue in my mouth. She sits on my lap and wraps her legs around me. 

I grab her hair and pull it, exposing her neck. I run my tongue over her neck, and suck on her earlobes. I blow softly in her ears, while I reach down and grab her ass. I slide back and place her feet upon my chest. I open my warn mouth and place her foot inside. I run my tongue over the balls of her feet and between her toes. “Rick, you know how to make a woman feel soooo goooood.” I smile, and lean forward, tracing a path down her legs to my prize.

I went home happy that day. And that was the first day of my new outlook at the old job.



Night Shift Ch. 1



I love being on the radio. I'm the only female DJ on Q 102 in Dallas I do the 7 'til midnight shift Monday through Friday. I have big ambitions. I want to make it either in New York or L.A. I guess that I'm a pretty good looker, because a very popular men's magazine did a spread on me featuring some nude shots on a piece called the Women in Radio. I'm 23 years old I have long blond hair, its real, blue eyes and stand at about five seven. My boobs are 36DD.

The magazine came out a month ago and since then men and women have been hitting on me especially on the phone. Even the stations owners wife has made a pass at me. My air name is also my real name, Kelli Stone. Q 102 is a classic rock station and there is one woman that calls almost every night to request something by Led Zeppelin, and to flirt with me. Her name is Terri Simpson and she's made it clear she wants me. My sex life is not all that great, in fact I've never had an orgasm with a guy. The only time I come is by my own hand. I glance at the clock and its ten 'til ten, just about time for the call from Terri. Right on cue my request line light starts blinking.

"Q 102."

"Hi good looking." It's Terri, right on time.

"Hey Terri, what's happening."

"Guess what I'm doing right now."

I told her I had no idea.

"I'm on my bed with nothing on whatsoever looking at your magazine layout. My pussy is so wet just by looking at your bod, and I'm not even touching it yet.'

"What song do you want to hear Terri?"

"I do have a request, but its not a song. I want you to come to my place when you get off, pardon the pun."

"Terri I don't even know what you look like, or how old you are or anything."

"Kelli, I know you'll like what you see and if you have to know my age, I'm thirty five. Let me ask you something, have you ever been with another woman?"

"No, never, although, I've fantasized about it many times."

I could hear her breathing getting heavier on the phone. "Kelli, you know what I'd like to do to you?"

"I'm looking at the picture of you in the mag where you on your side with one leg raised up and I can see your pretty blond pussy. I'd like to kiss your most kissable lips, then work my way down toward your tits, very slowly, taking a lot of time kissing and biting your nipples. Then I would work my way down finally arriving at that luscious cunt. I have a real long tongue that I would slide down your slit several times before shoving it in as far as I could. I would tongue fuck you hard, going up and down your slick slit and then finding your clit I would wrap my mouth around it, meanwhile sticking at least two fingers back into your golden pussy. With my free hand I would reach up and play with your nipples, pinching and pulling on them. Jeez I'm so hot Kelli. I've got three fingers in my cunt now and my thumb on my clit and it feels so good."

I had to do a quick break on the air and back announce the records I had just played and billboard the next ten in a row, one of which was Stairway To Heaven. " Hang on just a minute."

I could hear Terri moaning and groaning into the phone and I was surprised at how much it was turning me on. I could feel my own pussy getting soaked as I listened.. I quickly got back on the phone just in time to hear Terri coming.

"Oh god Kelli it feels so good, I'm about to come, I'm looking at your pussy, your pretty blond pussy, I want you, I want to taste you and fuck you Kelli, let me meet you." I was so turned on by listening I had to slip my jeans and panties down so I could get to my own pussy. I was running two fingers in and out. I was so wet, making squishy sounds that turned me on further. Stairway To Heaven is a long song, but I didn't need it all. My cunt was like a volcano and I had one of the strongest orgasms I've ever had.

Still breathing hard Terri asked, "Kelli were you getting off while I was?"

"Yes, and I want to meet you."

"Do you really, I promise you won't regret it. Tomorrow is Friday and I know you have the weekends off. Meet me when you get off at midnight at Club 69. Do you know where that is?"

"I've never been there but I know where it is."

"I know what you look like, all over, so I'll be watching for you.

To Be Continued...



Night Shift Ch. 2



I slept until about noon on Friday. I had to be at the radio station at four to do my production before going on the air at seven. I rolled out of bed to take a quick bath.

As I sank down in the hot water I started thinking about last night and my conversation with Terri. I could feel myself getting all hot and bothered again. My hand wandered down to my cunt. I was surprised at how wet I was, and not from the bath water, if you know what I mean. I pushed my middle finger into my pink zone and began pushing it in and out. I took my other hand and began circling my clit, wondering what Terri would look like. It only took about three minutes until by body shook with a powerful orgasm. I lay in the tub for awhile enjoying the feel of the water on my satiated body, I couldn't tarry long because I had to get going. I washed my hair and quickly finished up my bath. Regretfully, I got out of the tub, dried off and headed for my bedroom to decide what to wear. Settling on a short denim skirt with a tight white tee shirt and just plain white panties and bra underneath. I quickly dressed, slipped on my Reeboks( and headed for work.

My air shift seemed to go so slow, but finally it was midnight and time for the all night man to take over. I left the station and headed for the club. I pulled my RX-7 into the Club 69 parking lot, locked it up and headed for the entrance. As I stepped in the entrance, a strikingly beautiful woman met me at the door. She had long, flowing, jet-black hair that framed an exotic face. She was very tall, probably five eleven, with long, long legs accentuated by very tight jeans and breasts I guessed to be about a 32c . Her almost see through silk blouse took most of the guess-work out of my assessment.

As she approached, she said, "Kelli? Hi, I'm Terri." Without waiting for my reply, she put her arm around my waist and led me to a table and we ordered a couple of Lone Stars. The club was loud and smoky. My chair faced the stage and as we tried to talk, I couldn't keep my eyes off of the girls on stage as they went from topless to completely nude. I noticed that most of the girls' pussies were shaved bare or nearly bare. I watched and tried to listen to Terri at the same time. The longer I watched, the wetter the crotch of my panties got. Over the din of the club I learned that Terri's mother was a full blood Cherokee and her father had some Hispanic roots accounting for her exotic looks. Terri made her living as a videographer, making most of her money shooting weddings.

"You like looking at naked girls, Kelli?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Look, I've convinced you I'm not a serial killer or anything, let's go to my place."

It took Terri about five more minutes to convince me . She even talked me into leaving my car at the club saying people did it all the time. We left in Terri's car and drove to the Oak Cliff section of Dallas. Terri had a nice two story home and once inside we had a glass of wine in the living room. I could tell that Terri was taking her time, not trying to rush me at all. I really liked her.

"Terri, I've got a confession to make. I've never had an orgasm with a man before."

"You're kidding me."

"Nope."

"Has a man ever given you oral sex?"

"A few times, I guess they just didn't know how to do it right."

With that Terri leaned into me putting her hand behind my head and kissed me gently.

"I want to make love to you Kelli, I want to make you cum."

She started kissing me again, this time pushing her tongue past my lips. It was the sexiest kiss I had ever received. I kissed her back and our tongues intertwined. We were both breathing heavily already, and I didn't want this kiss ever to end. Terri pulled my tee shirt out of my skirt and ran her hands underneath and fondled my breasts. When she touched me I could feel the juices running out of my pussy. She stopped too soon for my liking.

"Let's go upstairs to my bedroom where it's more comfortable."

This sounded fine to me. I got off the couch and took her hand and pulled her up. Going up the stairs Terri couldn't keep her hands off me. Her bedroom was large with a king size bed. She had posters of rock stars all over the walls, including a giant one of Melissa Ethridge over her bed. In the bedroom she seemed to get more aggressive.

"Take off all your clothes Kelli." I did as I was told pulling my tee shirt up over my head, unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor.

"My god, you have the most beautiful tits I've ever seen. Now get out of your skirt."

I leaned down and took off my tennis shoes and socks, raising up I got out of my skirt. I was now standing before her in just my panties.

"Leave your panties on and come here."

I walked over to the bed and Terri pulled me down and pushed me onto my back. She had said she had a long tongue and she sure did. Terri was devouring my boobs, licking, sucking and biting and it felt so good. She spent a lot of time on my breasts and had me moaning and wiggling.

"Does that feel good Kelli."

"Oh Terri it feels incredible."

She kissed the side of my face, my neck, my ears and started kissing her way down lower reaching my panties. She put her hand under the waistband and played with my soaking pussy. By this time we both were moaning. Terri pulled my panties off and stuck them up to her face and breathed in the scent. She tossed them aside and looked me up and down.

"You have the best looking body I've ever seen." Then she jumped up and got undressed. She lay down beside me and we kissed again. Her hand was playing with my pussy, just running it up and down my slit.

"I'm going to put your pussy juice on your nipples and lick it off."

She stroked my pussy with two fingers, then brought her hand to my breast. Spreading a generous amount of my pussy juice on each nipple, she began to lick it off one tit, then the other. Her hand went from my cunt to my nipples several times and it felt wonderful. Again she kissed her way down by body slowly finally reaching my cunt.

"Such a pretty blond pussy," she purred. Terri then buried her face in me rubbing it all over. My hips were twisting around on the bed and I felt like I was going to cum any minute.

Terri inserted one finger, then slipped a second inside me and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to fuck you now.". Starting slowly at first, she ran her fingers in and out, in and out. She then put her tongue on my clit and bit and sucked and flicked it with her tongue. I was so hot.

"Terri, please don't ever stop."

"I'm not going to stop, I'm going to love you all night long."

Nothing had ever felt this good to me, and I didn't want it to end. Terri was panting, moaning and making all of the sounds of love. I wanted to get on the radio and shout to all the women "You've got to try this you'll love it."

"I'm cumming Terri, I'm cumming," and my body was washed with an orgasm, and then another and another. My body was shaking all over and Terri's head was still between my legs. I pulled her up to me and kissed her sweet, soft lips.

"I can taste my pussy on you Terri."

"Tastes good doesn't it."

"Yes and I want to taste yours."

"Not yet, I'm not through with you.'

"But I had three orgasms at one time, that's never happened to me."

"And I'm going to give you many more sweetie.'

We lay with our bodies intertwined.

"When did you know you were a lesbian Terri?"

"I think I always knew. In high school I screwed a lot of boys from the time I was about fifteen, but I was like you, there was something missing. Then I met this girl on the S M U girls basketball team and she turned me on to the joys of womanly sex when I was nineteen."

"You don't miss cock?"

"I get cock."

"You know, I love to give oral sex. Sometimes I could almost come if a guy shot off in my mouth or on my breasts."

Teri climbed on top of me kissing me and grinding her pussy against mine. She started very slow movements and I started moving with her. The longer we went the faster the grinding became. Teri's clit was banging against mine as she hunched me harder and harder and my ass was moving up off the bed to meet each thrust.

"I'm going to make you cum again Kelli, that's it fuck me back."

"Terri, Terri, Terri, Oh Terri, Yes! Yes! Yes."

"Come on Kelli, I'm cumming with you, Oh gawd, you're so beautiful, oh. Oh."

I think that was the best orgasm I had ever experienced. My body was shaking all over as Teri collapsed on top of me.

"I want to taste you Teri."

"You can, I'll be right back."

I watched her long lithe body as she walked to a chest on the other side of the room. Teri pulled something out of the drawer and turned her back to me. When she turned around I could see she had a huge strap on dildo. She took her time ambling back to the bed, swinging the cock in her hand.

Climbing back on the bed, she got that assertive tone again. She lay on her back and commanded "suck my cock." I straddled her at about the knees and bent over taking the huge dildo in my mouth.

"That's it baby, suck it good and hard, make it all wet for your pussy."

I gave her probably the best blow job I had ever given, even though she couldn't really feel it like a man, or maybe she could. She was making sounds and saying things to me like she could. After about five minutes of sucking she pushed me off.

"Get up on your hands and knees." I did and Teri got behind me. I felt her touch me from behind.

"Yeah, you're all wet for me, you like sucking my cock don't you Kelli."

"Yes."

Terri then ran the dildo up and down my slit several times. I leaned back into Teri but she pulled away teasing me with it.

"You want it don't you Kelli, you want my big cock in your sweet blonde pussy."

"Yes, please Teri, put your cock in me now, please."

She began to push it in me just a little at a time, taking her time until finally she gave a final thrust and drove it all the way in me. She fucked me slowly at first putting her hands on my ass.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes, harder, harder and faster."

"You'll take it like I give it," Teri answered, once again using that assertive voice, but she did pick up the pace until she was slamming me really hard.

She took one hand and placed it on my clit and continued plugging my cunt.

"Yes, play with my clit." I knew I wasn't going to last long. I was going to have an orgasm with a cock, even though it was fake.

"I'm cumming Teri, I'm cumming." Another gigantic climax shook my body.

"Was it good Kelli?".

"Yeah, you make me cum so fast Teri." I was physically exhausted, barely able to move. It was almost six am.

"I'm so tired Teri I can hardly move, but I still haven't tasted you."

"Don't worry babe we've got the rest of the weekend. Turn over and let me snuggle you and let's get some sleep. I rolled over and Teri spooned me. I started to drift off thinking about my first taste of pussy.

To By Continued...



Night Shift Ch. 3



I woke up Saturday morning a little after eleven. Terri was still spooning me with her right arm over me and her hand on one of my boobs. I felt wonderful, although a little sore from the great sex just a few hours ago. I decided to take a shower and eased out of bed.

Terri woke up and asked where I was going.

"I'm going to shower and freshen up."

"I put a toothbrush on the counter for you and I think you'll find everything else you need in the bathroom."

"Thanks Terri."

I walked nude to the bathroom and I could feel Terri's eyes on me. I peed, brushed my teeth and got in the shower. The hot water felt so good as it peppered down on my skin. I was soaping myself all over working up a good lather over by body. My back was to the shower entrance but I heard the shower curtain being pulled back and Terri embraced me from behind, putting her hands on my boobs.

She told me to give her the soap. Turning to face her nude body, our nipples touched and it was like an electrical shock to my entire body. I took both of my hands and put them on each side of Terri's face and pulled her to my lips, beginning another game of tongue tag.

"Terri this has been the best sex I've ever had, and I mean ever and now it's my turn to give you some pleasure."

"Kelli, I get pleasure giving you pleasure," she said, taking the soap from me and lathering my body all over, not that it needed it. She paid particular attention to my boobs and pussy, slipping two fingers inside, fucking me slowly and putting her thumb on my clit. Although she was pushing her fingers in and out of me so slow, it still made me explode in a matter of seconds.

"Let's get dried off and get back in bed," I told her. I was craving for a taste of her pussy.

"OK, let's."

Getting out of the shower Terri picked up a giant towel and turned my back to her. She dried my back, moving down to my ass cheeks, spending quite a bit of time there, and then the backs of my legs.

"Turn around now."

She worked her way down the front, taking about five minutes to dry my tits. She then took care of the rest of my legs and feet, coming back up to my pussy.

"There's no use drying your cunt, it will just get wet again."

"Yeah isn't it great," I said.

I took the towel and dried Terri. When I reached her cunt, I couldn't resist running my tongue down her slit from top to bottom. Terri moaned and pushed my face into her. She was gushing already.

"Eat my pussy baby, come on give me that tongue."

She didn't have to tell me twice. I pushed her back to the lavatory and on my knees I rubbed by face all over her cunt, covering it in her sweet love syrup. The taste, smell and feel of Terri was making me heady, I loved this. I inserted two fingers inside her still licking and sucking and began finger fucking her.

"Put all your fingers in me."

"All of them?"

"Yes."

I slipped two more fingers inside Terri. She was really beginning to moan and groan now as I fucked her. I was licking and sucking every available space on her cunt, gawd it tasted and felt so good. I could feel the juices in my on pussy running down by thighs.

"Put all of your hand in me," Terri gasped.

"What?

"Do it." Terri then climbed on the commode, propping one leg on the tub, the other on the lavatory, spreading herself wide open for me.

I worked my thumb into Terri's cunt, finally getting my hand all the way in.

"I can't believe my whole hand is in you cunt."

"Now make a fist, it's called fisting.

I made a fist and was shocked to see I was in her pussy halfway up my forearm.

"Now fuck your sweet mama."

Terri was panting like she could hardly breathe. I was plunging my fist and almost half my arm into her.

"Oh Kelli, that's good, isn't it good, fuck me, fuck me, harder, harder, Oh god I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Ohhhhhhhhhh fuck, don't stop.

I didn't want to stop. I was about to cum too.

"I'm cumming Kelli, Oh shit I'm cumming, I'm cumminggggggg."

I felt her juices all over my hand and arm as she gushed with a tremendous orgasm.

Terri was breathing so hard she couldn't talk. After a minute or so she told me to pull my arm out slowly. When I had it all the way out Terri took my hand and licked all of her pussy juice off.

"Now go get on the bed." She commanded.

Back in the bedroom Terri said to lay down on my back. I stretched out and Terri was right behind me. Turning her back to me, she straddled my face and lowered her pussy down to my mouth. I didn't need urging to know what to do. I dug my hands into her ass and tried to put my whole face into her cunt. I licked and sucked, pushing my tongue as far into her as I could. Terri was hunching my face like a mad woman and screaming my name. She tasted so good. She smelled so good. This entire weekend had been so good.

Terri let out a room-shattering scream. "My pussy is going to soak your face, yes, yes, yes, Oh Kelli fuck me with that tongue, I'm cumming again."

And she did, my face getting soaked as she came in a gush. She raised herself off my face and slid beside me. She then kissed all of her juices off my face and held me tight. We lay without speaking, but I was thinking. Would I ever want a man again. Am I a lesbian, bisexual or what. I did know one thing, this has been the best sex I could ever hope to have, and I liked Terri very, very much. I guess I'll just wait and see where this leads.

THE END

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Night Shift Nookie



Another long weekend working the night shift. I often think this shift makes a person lonely and disconnected. I wanted that feeling to go away the other night, but how? I knew what would feel really great right then - meeting up with the little nympho blonde in ICU and the hospital's hairy-stud maintenance man. Well, they were both in-house that night and there were no patients in the E.R., so there was a very slim chance of an admission to my unit. 

I reasoned that I could easily tell my co-worker Steve I was going to prowl around the hospital for a while. He certainly should understand, after all, I have done the same for him. But I don't think he got lucky on his jaunt. I for one intended to score that night, but what I had in mind needed to be engineered.

I picked up the telephone and dialed ICU.

"ICU this is Jennifer! May I help you?"

"Jen. Just who I am looking for. You sound hot tonight baby."

"Stop it. Don't start something you can't finish at work."

"Who says I can't finish at work. I have something in mind that is kind of 'on the edge'."

"Sounds interesting. Meet me at the butt hut and we'll discuss."

"Ok. Go now?"

"See you there."

Jennifer and I talked quickly in the dark shadows of the smoking area. The light had burned out and it was really quite dark. A perfect atmosphere we both agreed. When I filled Jennifer in on my plan she was happy about the premise but unsure about the neanderthal maintenance man. I reassured her that she should follow my instincts on this and she could back out at any moment. And besides, the odds of this MMF scenario getting off the ground were slim to none.

Finally it was 0200. Medications passed, vitals done. Steve settled in at the secretary's desk. It was easy to get Steve to agree to let me be gone for an hour. I'm not sure he knew what I had planned, but I think he was beginning to make plans of his own. And he knew I would do the same for him. 

The plan was really quite simple. The hairy maintenance guy had all of his trash downstairs. Jen had put her cell phone in a clean trash bag under a pile of papers. We met downstairs and both of us holding our breath, knocked on the maintenance garage door. No response. I opened the regular door quietly and peeked in. I saw hairy guy quickly buttoning his pants. I came on in, talking, as if I didn't notice what he had been up to.

"Hey, we were wondering if you could help us. It will only take a minute. Sorry to barge in on you, I know you're probably busy right now."

I realized the other half of the "we" I was referring to was still out in the hall. Hairy guy's face brightened up as I literally pulled Jen into the immaculate maintenance area. 

We found Jen's phone right away after making it ring from hairy guy's desk phone. I don't know if he bought this or not, but Jen quickly made that a mute point.

"I want both of you to lick me from head to toe. Actually I want you to skip the head and toes. What do you think?"

Hairy guy looked startled and then looked first at Jen and then at me. "Back here" he said in a low voice.

"What's your name? I'm Tom and this is Jen."

"Markov, but you can call me Mark. What caused..."

"Nevermind Mark we only have about 45 minutes. Show us to that private spot you have in mind."

We followed Mark up the back staircase. I thought we were just going to go for it in a dark corner, but he had a much better idea. Mark went around front and made sure the nurses were occupied and then snuck Jen and myself into a vacant wing of rooms. He must have done this before because he took us to the end of the hallway and showed us to the private room that was closed for installation of a special air filter for isolation. The bed was still in there.

Mark became less soft spoken and told us both to strip our clothes off. The lighting was really nice because a little light came in from an adjacent building's rooftop. Jen and I had our scrubs off in seconds. Mark put a chair in front of the door and tilted it so the latch would not open. There was already a sign on the door that said the room was closed. We were in business. 

I began to wonder if Mark was going to let me do what I had in mind. I decided to play it cool. It was enough that we all three were naked together. Mark offered us a shot of whiskey but we declined. We do have some profesional standards!

Jannifer looked hot in the soft shadows of room 321. Her boobs weren't big but they were beautiful and tight. She had surprisingly dark areolas and nipples that were jutting out at us. I guess Mark felt the same because in a half a second we both had them in our mouths. Jen threw her head back and we both felt her beautiful silky blonde hair on our hands as we did our work on her tits. 

We battered her nipples back and forth with our tonges and then I heard Mark starting to suck Jen's right nipple like a baby takes its mom's tit. I did the same and Jen started to rub her pussy. Mark gently laid Jen across the bed with her head hanging slightly over the edge. Mark said something and then dived right in to Jen's dripping cunt.

The slurping and growling that eminated from the two of them stirred me to the hardest 8 inches I have felt in a few years. My balls were swollen at that point. I wanted them licked. I came around to the other side of the bed and teabagged Jen. She had her eyes shut but her mouth was wide open. I dropped the right nut in and then she opened a bit wider and sucked my whole hairless sack into her mouth. I was surprised because Jen had a small mouth. She must have done this before.

I began to jack my cock and I really wanted to shoot right then and there on Jen's titties. I decided to slow it down because I didn't want to cum too fast. I pulled my balls out of Jen's warm oral cavity and fell a little toward the bed. Jen took the opportunity to lick behind my balls. As soon as her tongue touched that area my knees buckled and from the impact Jen's body jumped. Mark must have had Jen's little clit in his mouth because Jen started bucking and swearing. She was yelling that she was cumming.

Jen began begging for someone to stuff their cock in her pussy. She was like a cat in heat. She was twisting her nipples and bucking luidly as if her pussy was trying to find a cock. Then I caught a good look at the object of Jen's lust; Mark's big Russian dick. It was as long as mine but it was as big around as Jen's arm. The head was shiny and had a nice sloped mushroom shape with a drop of precum hanging at the tip. It got me really hot when he took his schlong in his beefy hand and flung that droplet toward Jen's face. I was standing next to Jen's face and got the drop on my hand. No one noticed as I licked it off my hand. It was sweet, like a droplet of honey.

I put my hands on Jen's tits as I slid my cock in her mouth as far as she could take it. I felt her whole body move toward me as Mark climbed on to the bed and in one deft motion penetrated Jen's slick hole. All I heard was his groan as he put his tool all the way in. Jen responded by turning the vacuum on and swallowing my 8 inch meat. It seemed to fit perfectly down her little throat. And from all appearances Mark must feel his swollen piece had found a home as well. 

I gave Jen's throat and mouth a break and crouched down to tickle her ear with my tongue and hot breath. I lightly sucked on her neck so as not to leave a mark and then came back to her nipples. I stood up and thought about what I wanted. I wondered how my hairy Russian friend would feel about me eating his ass while he fucked his beautiful blone nurse. 

I was overcome with lust as I walked around the bed and faced Mark's ass. It was up in the air and it looked beautiful. His big bull balls were slapping against Jen's asshole which was puckering and twitching. I hadn't considered double penetration before, but I certainly was at that moment. But I decided to hold out for what I really wanted. I didn't want the whole scene to come to an abrupt halt, but I thought when Mark felt my tongue on his hairy ass crack he might welcome my advances.  

Fuck it. I went for it. But I aimed right for his taught brown orifice. He certainly was not expecting this onslaught. I shoved my tongue in a good 1/2 inch with my initial assault. He made a sound like you wouldn't believe. "Whaa..ooohh.....fuck...yeah...lick it you butthole licker..faggot..oooh fuck yeah..

Mark was holding up Jen's legs and slamming her good. The whole bed was practically hopping on the tiled floor. Mark's ass was writhing in my face and my tongue couldn't get enough. I dared not even touch my cock. I began licking Mark's ass crack from top to bottom while being sure to lick his muscular purckered virgin hole on every swipe. I wondered if I dare take his balls into my mouth. 

I began taking wider sweeps with my tongue. I was getting off on all the jet black coarse hair that was growing everwhere. I instinctively reached for Mark's nut sack. It was swollen, huge and hairy. He moaned and picked up the pace with the pussy he had impailed. Jen was literally vibrating as he was giving her such a dicking. She began to come again and he was yelling something about how tight and wet she was. I went back to his butthole with my tongue. Mark growled and groaned. "Fuck! That feels fucking great."

Then Jen surprised me. I realized she had been watching the whole butt scene from the mirror that was behind us. I wasn't sure what she meant at first when she yelled, "Stick it in!" 

But Mark must have known because he said, "Yeah dude stick it in. Now, before I change my mind." 

I didn't waste any time as he lowered his angle of pummeling. His hot butthole came down to my dick's level if I stood up on my toes. I put my hands on his scortching hairy muscular butt and pushed down and in the next move had the head of my dick against his tight hole. I pushed the head in and he grunted and yelled, "Don't stop. Slam it in all the way." I fucking complied. It was the best 3 seconds of my life. 

I immediately began to feel the familiar churning in my balls and before I came I reached up and felt his unbelievably hairy pitts and chest. As I reached around and latched on to his nipples I pulled my cock out of its muscular and slick sleeve and shot all over his ass. After the third glob that landed on his sizzling butt I heard him moan and yell, "I'm going to shoot." 

Jen answered, "Fill me up with you hot cum Markov." 

I added, "Yeah shoot it buddy." 

I quickly licked the cum off his butt and dove one last time for his hole. I no more than touched it with my tongue and it started to convulse. The pace of his fucking was mindblowing. He was a fucking machine. Mark let out a string of foreign words while he unloaded into that beautiful pussy, all the while pushing his sensitive butthole way back onto my appreciative tongue.

We all cleaned up and then had a cigarette outside. The nursing supervisor came out for a smoke and asked us if we had a good break. We all tried to be cool but I think she thought something strange had happened due to our shit-eating grins. Our only choice was to go back to work and think about the next time.



Night Shift Nurse



Three AM. The patients were sleeping, finally. The other 2 nurses on the unit were busy - one was reading the latest Anne Rice novel and the other was working on a counted cross-stitch project. This time of night was either feast or famine. Anything could happen, or nothing. 

Rita had an odd feeling though. It wasn't a full moon (she had checked) and the 'shit magnet' night supervisor wasn't on duty. A quick call to the ER revealed an empty department except one kid with an ear infection. Most of the ER staff were involved in a game of poker using EKG leads for chips.

In her 8 bed critical care unit, only 6 were filled. Of the six, 5 were on vents and drugged into a stupor. But one had a guy that would actually be discharged in the morning. He was only still here because the floor didn't have a spot for him yesterday. He was youngish for this unit too - 44. The only family Rita had met were his folks. No wife, no kids. Danny had wondered aloud if he was gay, with a wink. 

At 3:05 a code was called on the floor. Rita grabbed her stethoscope and headed for the door. The other 2 nurses put down their respective hobbies and did a quick check on the patients before getting one of the empty rooms ready for a new patient. Maybe.

Rita was back by 3:25. The old guy had been dead long enough to be cold. On the floor, unless someone hit a call light, the staff only went in every 4 hours for assessments. The poor gal who had found him had totally freaked out. She was greener than newly mowed grass. This was her first dead body. Rita left her to do the paperwork and morgue care - a learning experience.

Walking back into the unit, she gave the all clear to the other two nurses and they quickly returned to their own little worlds. Rita checked on Ralph, 86 year old with pneumonia on a vent. His family was of the 'save him at any cost' variety and so they were keeping him from his inevitable end. Sad from Rita's point of view. Next she headed into George's room. Now George was a whole different matter.

George was 44, in overall good health but had come into the ER with crushing chest pain a week ago. The heart attack hadn't been bad, but had required some intervention - a stent. He had come to her unit because the floor was full. Six hours after his cath, Rita had pulled his sheath. This required about 20 minutes of pressure on his femoral artery in his groin. She usually paid no attention to the other 'equipment' in the area, but in George's case this proved impossible. His endowments were quite spectacular. Rita was married but not dead!

That was 6 nights ago and tomorrow he was going home. He had recovered quite well and now that his blood pressure was stabilized he was completely out of danger. Rita went into his room and hit the automatic blood pressure to record a set of vitals.

'Good morning', George said, making her jump.

'I thought you were asleep. I'm sorry if I woke you.'

'You didn't. That damn alarm did and now I'm awake and hungry. Any chance of getting a bite to eat?'

'All I can offer is some ice cream or a Popsicle. We're not used to having people who can talk, much less eat!'

'Well, that's okay then. You busy? Maybe stay and talk for a few minutes?'

'Sure I can. I'm free until six unless that alarm goes off again or we get an admit. What do you want to talk about?'

'Actually, I have a really delicate question and I can't ask that day nurse, Danny. I think he's been looking at me like I'm a candy cane he wants to lick. He is gay, right?'

'Oh Danny is harmless, but you're probably right. Are you? Gay, I mean?'

'Oh, hell no! I mean, it's okay if he is but it's not my thing at all. Nope, I love women way too much. You're more my type.'

Rita blushed and was glad for the lowered lights in the room and the unit. 

'I mean, I know you're married and all, but you have to know that you are a very beautiful woman, right? You are sexy as hell!' George shut up at that point and looked embarrassed. 'I can't believe I said that out loud. I am so sorry if I offended you, but I meant it as a compliment.'

'Um, thank you. I'm flattered - really I am - I don't hear that much and yes, I take that as a compliment. But, um, let's get back to your question, alright? What do you want to know?'

'I need to know my limitations. Um, sexually. Am I going to be okay having sex? I mean, I don't want to be going when I'm coming, if you get my drift?'

Rita tried not to laugh, but when he grinned at her, she couldn't help it. She heard this question frequently and there was a standard answer. Somehow it wasn't going to work with George though. Usually, the guy was quite a bit older and married. So, getting her giggling under control, she decided on a different course.

'Let me ask a few questions of my own first. One, just how sexually active are you?'

'Couple times a week.'

'Is she younger or older.'

'Yes.'

'What?'

'Yes. I date women who are older and younger - I told you, I love women. Any shape, size, age or race. I'm an equal opportunity letch.'

'That's funny. Okay, you're a letch. And you must be in pretty good shape?'

'You've seen my shape. What do you think?'

'Now you're being bad! Let's stay serious here. I'm supposed to be a professional. Next question. Have you ever had chest pains during sex?'

'How do think I got here in the first place? That woman nearly killed me! But I do have to say that it was the first time - and hopefully the last time. What I need to know is will this happen again and what do I have to do to prevent it from happening?'

'You've had a stent in one artery and the others were fine. It could have been just a narrowing that you've had for years. Your cholesterol was normal as were all your other labs. Your blood pressure was a bit high, but you're on meds for that now. Does your dad have high blood pressure?'

'Yeah'

'So, you have family history and the fact that you're a guy against you. Can't change either one. So control your BP, watch what you eat to keep your weight and cholesterol under control and get some good exercise - cardio for your heart and weights for your bones - and you should be able to have as much sex as you can handle. Provided the willing women continue.'

'Guess I should find a nice nurse to be my first - just in case. You willing?' George winked but the look on his face said something entirely different. 'Maybe just a short, um, stress test, to give me confidence to go home?'

'I don't think so, not that I don't appreciate the offer..... but I think you've maybe used that horrible line before?'

'Just what did Diane tell you? No, just kidding. But I'm serious. I think you are incredibly sexy and I am really worried about what might happen. Here, look.' George pulled the sheet aside and Rita was given the pleasure of seeing 9 inches of throbbing, hard and bouncing cock. He was holding it to the side so that it didn't tent the sheet. He looked at her with pleading eyes and let his cock spring to attention. 

Rita felt an instant sexual pull that she only remembered from the distant past. She could feel the moistness between her legs and the spasm of her vaginal muscles in a primal response to the male of the species. 

She made an instant, and maybe regrettable decision. She stood up and crossed to the door..... and closed it. She also pulled the curtain. Turning back to George, she said, 'Okay, time for your sponge bath.' She got the basin from the cabinet, filled it with warm water and brought it back to the bedside. Dropping the wash cloths into the water, she started with his chest. Wash, rinse, dry. Arms. Wash, rinse, dry. Legs. Wash, rinse, dry. Groin. Mouth, tongue, lips.

George was enjoying his bath. Rita was licking, sucking and stroking his hard cock with firm then gentle rhythms, She would run her tongue along the underside while gripping his balls, circling the head and licking the pre-cum. She put the tip of her tongue into the slit and then licked him like an ice cream cone. He could feel his balls tightening up with each downward motion of her head. He placed a hand on the back of her head, urging her further down, but she nearly gagged on his size. Letting her up, he kept his hand there exerting pressure just short of forcing her.

'Let me feel you....' George whispered.

Rita positioned her body so that he could slip a hand into her scrub pants. She untied the waist string, loosening them up for him. He ran his hand over her firm, round ass and reaching her pussy, found it shaved and very wet. A finger found her clit and he rubbed it first slowly and then using two fingers increased the tempo and the friction. He could feel her low moans around his shaft. He felt near to exploding but wanted it to last.

Slipping his fingers inside her, he felt her rock back on his hand. He could feel her building quickly towards her own orgasm and he waited. Continuing the furious finger fucking he brought her to orgasm only seconds before he exploded deep in her throat. To her credit, she swallowed every drop of his cum. She continued to suck his cock as it lost it's hardness, making his abdominal muscles quiver. He slowly withdrew his hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth, he tasted her. 

When they had both had recovered she used the warm water to wash and rinse his now spent cock. Then she dried it, carefully. 

Straightening up, she retied her scrubs and then took the basin to the sink. Turning toward him again, she smiled.

'Any chest pains?'

The End.



Night Shift Pt. 02



Before reading any further, this story contains explicit descriptions of acts of sexual activity. If you are in any way sensitive to such content, or, be offended by same, then proceed no further.

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age, although there is a reminiscence of a childhood memory. 

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Night Shift: Second Night: Prelude

Jeff was driving home after a hard day at the office. The traffic irked him somewhat for it was denser than usual and he wanted to get home. 'For what' he wondered, while the vehicles ahead twitched their clutches in anticipation of the traffic lights changing to green. 'My wife is on night shift and will not have been awake for long by now. Dinner will consequently be late, as usual on her night shift, and then she will want me to drive her to her work to arrive just before midnight when her shift starts. No time for even a quick fuck, not that a fuck of any type had happened in weeks.' Thus was the penalty of marrying a career-minded female.

'Not that it had been always.' Jeff reminisced. Before they got married, they fucked at every opportunity; while parents were out for just minutes, sneaking into their respective homes when they knew their parents were out for a considerable time, but, most of all, Jeff remembered the sessions they had in his car.

The lights changed, and Jeff, in procession with the other vehicles, progressed to the next set of red lights.

'Mmmm, those were good days' as Jeff remembered an occasion when his then future fiancée had, one day, bought a front fastening bra, and had tried it on in his car that night in a quiet country lane where he had parked his car off on the verge. Darkness and silence surrounded the car. There was no habitation within sight. Jeff switched on the interior light and his 'intended' removed her top and bra. He glanced at her lovely pale breasts with their proud nipples before she covered them again with her new, front fastening, bra. It was a lace patterned bra, and her pale flesh, and darker areolae showed through. She made several poses, all of them thrusting out her breasts and showing off how erect her nipples were.

"How easily can you unclasp this bra?" she asked.

Accepting the invitation, Jeff inserted his forefinger between her breasts, underneath the clasp, and depressed his thumb on the actual clasp. The two halves flew apart, but her breasts were still covered. So Jeff used both of his hands and peeled the cups from her breasts, revealing them in all their magnificence.

"My bra isn't off," she said, as she lent forward and shrugged it off her shoulders, "my rear fasten bra would have been off before now."

"OK," Jeff responded, "But at least I can get a feel of your tits without being a contortionist having to reach around your back to release them."

"Exactly" she said, "But don't use the word 'tits' please. They're 'boobs' or, preferably, 'breasts'. But that was the whole idea of buying this bra, so you could fondle my" she hesitated a fraction of a second "boobs" another pause "without my having to undress."

Jeff was removed from his memory by an angry honking – the lights had changed and the car in front of him had moved a couple of inches, which had not gone unnoticed by the vehicle behind.

Not much farther, Jeff stopped at the next set of lights.

'Unusual that' Jeff continued to reminisce. 'She never did use guttural language, nor did she allow me to. Still doesn't, for that matter. Always prim and proper, but loved to fuck, or, in her terms, "have it off". Not so now, never has the time for sex since she got that computer operator job. Or was it since we got married?'

Returning to his memory, Jeff recalled what happened next.

"Aren't you going to put your bra and top back on?" he asked.

"Why? Nobody is about, and if a car should pass, no-one would see anything." Was her reply. "Wouldn't you like to fondle my pussy?" (She would say 'pussy', but nothing stronger), "I'll slip off my tights to make it easier." And she raised her bum off the seat, raised her skirt and hooked her thumbs in the waistband.

As she pulled down, she said, "Oops, I've caught my panties as well. Never mind, they'd be coming off anyway" and she proceeded to remove her tights and panties and leave them in the foot well.

"For God's sake," Jeff exclaimed, "all you are wearing now is a skirt. If anybody should look into the car....."

"They would see my boobs!" she interjected, "and who is there to look? If wearing only my skirt bothers you, then there is an easy solution." And she unzipped her skirt, raised her bum off the seat again, and slid her skirt down her legs, leaving herself naked.

Jeff, although nervous, admired his companion's now naked body. Observing her pussy, which he thought her best part because her pubic hairs were sparse and allowed him a virtually unobstructed view of her slit, and, when she was aroused, her clit. Her clit was visible now. Not only that, he noticed a glistening of seeping fluid. His cock did not have any reservations and was pressing angrily against the crotch of his jeans demanding release.

"Oh my goodness," she said, "I'm getting such a thrill out of seeing you getting so hot under the collar, and, judging by the tent-pole in your jeans, under your collar isn't the only place that is getting hot." She reached over and began to unzip Jeff's fly.

The traffic started moving again, so Jeff put his memory on pause. This time, the traffic flow had eased, and Jeff was now moving, albeit slowly but steadily. His mind drifted back to his memory.

Having pulled down Jeff's zip, she needed to unbuckle his belt in order to free his stiffening member. She then gripped the waistband of his briefs and raised it from his abdomen, allowing his cock to spring upwards and into view. Gently, she stroked Jeff's cock, bringing it to total hardness.

Jeff was in a dilemma, while enjoying his naked companion's attentions, and desperate to reciprocate, he was highly anxious in case a police car should happen by and its occupants come over to investigate. His companion, on the other hand, did not appear to have any such concerns, for she shifted her position so that she was off her seat and was now facing towards Jeff. She grabbed the waist of his jeans and started pulling them down. Despite Jeff's resistance, she managed to haul them over his bum and down almost to his knees. Then she did the same with his briefs.

Jeff's cock, now totally free, stood upwards like a monolith, and she clambered over the gear-stick, climbed on top of Jeff, and, facing him, straddled him with a knee either side of his hips. She was hunched up against the car roof, her tits rubbing Jeff's face while she positioned herself over his engorged cock. Gently lowering herself onto Jeff's member and then adjusting her position until she felt his hot tip at the entrance to her vagina, she unceremoniously impaled herself.

Driving now almost automatically, Jeff continued his recollection.

The suddenness of his cock's entry into her cunt took Jeff by surprise, and he almost came due to the searing heat that engulfed his member. Her arms snaked about his neck, and her face was pressed against his, cheek to cheek. She raised and lowered her hips slowly, making sure that Jeff's cock did not exit her vagina. The hot rod inside her felt as if it would burn its way through her cervix each time her hips bottomed on Jeff. It would not be long before she came. She knew Jeff was not far away from ejaculation because she felt his cock was at its hardest and unyielding, which it usually is before shooting its load. All she had to do now was try and time it right.

Jeff was on the point of coming when she paused her hip gyrations. "Why did you stop?" he asked, "I was about to come."

"I know," she said, "but I'm not quite there. Almost, but not quite."

They stayed locked together for a minute or two. "My tingle has subsided," Jeff informed her, and she resumed her hip movements. Almost instantly, Jeff's tingle returned, but, unlike Jeff, her sensations had continued to build up purely as a result of feeling his hot, hard, cock inside her. After a few strokes, she came hard. She held Jeff tight as she rode her orgasm. Her vaginal muscles tensed, which, when felt by Jeff, triggered his orgasm. On feeling his spunk fill her vagina, she went into a second orgasmic wave. Both held each other tightly until their orgasms subsided, and they continued to hold each other while their breathing and heartbeats returned to something resembling normal.

As Jeff's cock softened inside her, he felt fluid trickling out of her vagina, down his cock, over his balls and pubes, and, down over his bum. When she lifted herself off, the trickle turned into a flood of her cum and his semen that soaked Jeff's crotch area and the car seat beneath.

"Shit!" said Jeff, "we'll have to clean up this mess. Can you get the box of tissues out your door pocket?"

She reached over and retrieved the box and handed it to Jeff, who got out of the car with his jeans and undies still at half-mast, all worries of being caught now secondary. "You'd better get out this side too, to avoid spreading the mess; your cu... I mean, pussy is still dripping." Jeff suggested, mentally kicking himself at the slip he almost made.

She got out of the car and stood on the road beside him, totally naked, and he gave her some tissues. She wiped her pussy and in between her legs, but felt she was not getting all of the cum. "I can't see what I'm doing in this light," she complained, "go and put the headlights on."

"Are you serious?" Jeff said, "There will be no mistaking that you are naked if anyone comes along."

"There's no-one within miles," she said, "turn them on."

Jeff turned on the headlights and she went to stand in their beam, taking a good supply of tissues with her. Meantime, Jeff cleaned himself up, and sorted his clothes so he was properly dressed once again. Then he went to work on the drivers seat. After the goo was removed, there was a considerable wet patch which he would have to wash out in the morning.

Jeff realised that she hadn't come back to the car and looked up to see her parading about the road naked in the beam of the headlights, striking poses. "For Chrissake, get back to the car and get dressed before we are caught," he said in a shouted whisper.

"I keep telling you, there's no-one about to catch us, now watch me," she replied. Then facing Jeff, she struck the pose of Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man, legs apart and arms spread and raised. "Now you see all of me," she said.

"Come on, let's get going," pleaded Jeff.

"I'm not finished," she said, giggling, "look!" She lowered her arms and placed them on her hips, but kept her legs apart. Then she let loose a torrent of piss that splashed forcefully onto the road surface, sending spray some considerable distance.

Jeff was dumbfounded. All he could do was stand, mouth agape and watch the spectacle unfolding before his eyes. He had never seen a girl pee before, far less standing up to pee. He watched as the pee jetted from her pussy in a broad blade that eventually tapered into a thick stream that twisted and turned before spreading itself over the road surface. The accumulation of piss eventually formed a rivulet that followed the camber of the road to the verge, although not before it ran around her foot.

Jeff was amazed at how long a piss she was taking, she must have needed to go badly. The second thing that amazed Jeff was, his hard-on was returning. He found that watching her pee was highly erotic. The pee eventually dwindled and died and she returned to the car, but would not put her clothes back on until they neared her parents' house.

'I wonder what happened to that sexy, exciting, girl,' Jeff thought as he neared his home, 'We never have sex like that now. In fact, sex started dwindling off after we got married, and, she has never peed for me since, although I have tried to get her to on a few occasions.'

Jeff pulled into his driveway and got out of his car with some discomfort. He then realised that his cock was semi-hard as a result of recalling that sexy episode. 'If only she was in a mood for a good hard fucking,' he thought, 'I'd give her a fuck she'd never forget.'

Jeff went through the front door of his house and closed it behind him. "Sally," he called, "I'm home."

"Through here, darling," came the response from deep within the house.

Jeff went through the lounge, into the dining room, and, for the second time in his life, was dumfounded. There, standing by an intimately set dinner table, complete with candles, was his beautiful wife, Sally. She had done up her hair, applied delicate make-up, which was unusual for a work night, and she was stark naked.

*****

10 Hours Earlier

After making her report to the incoming shift leader, Sally left the office, forging her way against the flow of staff arriving for the days work. She jumped on a bus to the railway station. The bus was full with workers travelling to their businesses in the centre of town, so Sally had to stand for the duration of the short journey. At the railway station, the bus disgorged Sally along with most of the other passengers, and she made her way into the station, struggling to avoid being trampled by the stampede of commuters leaving the station for their places of work.

The train was already in the platform, having arrived several minutes earlier with, probably, the load of commuters Sally had to plough her way through to get into the station. Boarding the train, Sally observed the empty carriage and spent a few seconds deciding which seat to sit in. She wanted some privacy, so she chose a seat at the end of the carriage with the doors behind her. Before her, was the connecting door to the next carriage, which is where any disturbance of her privacy would come from.

Sally's pussy was aching, which is why she wanted some privacy in order to spread out and make herself comfortable. The memories of her night-shift had been running through her mind all the way to the railway station which served only to agitate her pussy more. She needed to give her pussy some physical attention, but found it was impractical as she was wearing jeans. 'Damn, I wish I'd put on a skirt,' Sally thought, 'Then I could have pulled the hem up and slid my hand inside my panties. I must remember to put a skirt on tonight.'

Sally arranged herself as comfortable as possible considering her panties were soaked through with a spate of her pussy juices. She gazed out of the window, lost in her thoughts. The train departed on time without anyone else getting into her carriage, nor, to the best of her knowledge, into any other carriage on the train.

'Why do I feel like this?' Sally wondered, 'I wish when I get home, Jeff is there having decided to take the day off work, and he gives me a good hard fucking. I need to feel his hard cock pounding my hot, juicy cunt. Oh my goodness,' Sally chided herself, 'I'm thinking dirty. But it doesn't feel dirty. It feels exciting to think dirty. As exciting as that time, before we were married, I took all my clothes off in his car to model my new bra. I really enjoyed his discomfort at my nakedness in case someone happened by. And when I peed in front of him – oh my God, I can't believe I did that – the look on his face was classic, and the reaction of his cock even more classic. But doing that had excited me. I wonder if I can contrive to do it again.

'And there was that time more recently, a couple of years ago during the long hot drought, when we were heading to a quiet lake on my uncle's estate for a picnic. I had brought my bikini with me, but I was so hot and sticky in the car that I wanted to put it on for travelling. Jeff pulled in to a lay-by, and there was already a car there, but he kept behind it and didn't leave enough room for another car to get in behind us. Then he said, "Change here, the folk in front won't be able to see." So I reached over the back and retrieved my bikini, and slipped off my shorts and panties. As I took hold of the bikini bottoms, Jeff stopped me from putting them on. His hand caressed my bare thigh and meandered through my pubic hair until his middle finger rested on my slit. God, was I excited, this happening in broad daylight with a couple in another car only a few feet away. My pussy immediately juiced. Then he wiggled his finger and got it between my labia, and I opened my legs to allow him in. His finger slid down my slit and he hooked his finger and the tip entered my juicy hole. It wasn't to be a deep penetration, but it was very sensational. I felt my juices flow out and Jeff made sure his finger was coated in them. Then he dragged his juicy finger up my slit and circled my clit. He was driving me wild. He kept going down to my hole to gather juices and then spreading them up my slit and over my clit. I closed my eyes and savoured the attention Jeff was giving my clit. I was near cumming. Then he abruptly pulled his hand away. I opened my eyes, "Bandits at eleven o'clock, lay your bikini bottoms over your lap," he said. I looked and saw two hikers approaching, and, I placed my bikini bottoms over my lap and closed my legs. Jeff put his middle finger into his mouth.

'The hikers walked past my window. I don't know if they even looked in the car as they passed, but I wonder how they would have felt if they had known I was naked from the waist down. Anyway, it gave me an unbelievable rush and a dollop of pussy cream exited my hole and landed on the seat. Jeff pulled my bottoms aside when he saw the hikers walk into the distance in his rearview, and resumed his ministrations to my pussy. It only took a few strokes of my clit to make me cum. I tensed my legs, and raised my bum off the car seat, and, my pussy expelled more cream as my orgasm took hold. I must have made some noise for we noticed the people in the car in front look round. So Jeff started up the car and drove off. I remained half naked, sitting in a pool of my cream, until we reached the lake. Yes, that was exciting.'

Sally delved deeper into her memories trying to recall any other incidents that had excited her. Rewinding the clock, Sally went back to her childhood before remembering an incident that she now realised had made her excited, but at that time knew she felt something but not what it was.

Because Sally's parents both worked, she spent the afternoon after school at a classmate's house, whose mother was at home. The house was only a few doors down from Sally's, so it was quite handy. Her classmate was a boy, George, as she remembered, 9 years old, the same age as Sally. As is inevitable between a boy and a girl, one afternoon the two of them got around to "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Sally allowed a quiet giggle to herself as she recalled the occasion. 'I desperately wanted to see what a boy had between his legs and it didn't bother me at all letting him see between my legs for there was nothing there, just a slit. I reached under my dress and pulled my knickers down, then pulled the hem up to my chin showing off my pussy. Didn't call it a pussy then, though, just called it my slit. No hair either, just like Susan's and Anne's are now, but no inner labia to hang down. George must have been dumbfounded, although I didn't realise it then, he must have felt much the same as me when I saw Susan's and Anne's pussies last night. Then George asked why I didn't have bumps on my chest like his mother and what did I have on my chest. So I pulled my dress over my head and removed my vest. I also kicked my knickers off from around my ankles because I needed to spread my legs a bit to keep my balance while I removed my other clothing. So I was standing there naked (apart from my socks) in front of George and all he could say was, "Your chest is just like mine!"




Night Shift Pt. 02



'Then we heard his mother climbing the stairs, "Quick, hide," George whispered so I grabbed my clothing and crouched at the other end of a chest of drawers that was behind the bedroom door. The door opened and George's mother stuck her head in the room, "Oh, where's Sally?" she asked. "Gone to the bathroom," George replied. "That explains why you two were so quiet then," she said, and left the room. My heart was pounding and I felt a strange feeling in my pussy. Still in my crouching position I reached down to scratch it and got a shock. There was slickness there. I thought I must have peed a little, but it was tackier and not so runny. I remember puzzling over that for some while afterwards. Now I realise it was the product of my pussy brought on by the excitement of nearly being caught.

'Yes,' it dawned on Sally, 'It must be the possibility of being caught that heightens my excitement. That very first occasion as a child, the sessions in Jeff's car, the quickies up in my bedroom, and, last night. All situations where I could have been caught. All the same, I would be most embarrassed if I had been caught.'

Basking in her revelation, Sally was brought back to the present time when the train ground to a halt in her local station. She walked hurriedly the mile or so to her house, anxious to give her pussy the attention it craved.

On closing her front door behind her, Sally began divesting her clothes. She kicked off her shoes and removed her jeans, took a couple of steps, and removed her sodden panties. She started to climb the stairs while she removed her top and paused half-way up to remove her bra. Then she sat on the stairs to remove her socks, and, spreading her legs, she delved three fingers into her cunt and pounded them in and out for all she was worth. She had raised her thumb so that it pounded her clit with each up-stroke. It was a violent wank, no finesse, just a craving hunger to climax. And climax she did. Sally's body went tense, and, like a board, started to slide down the stairs. She grabbed a banister support to stop herself from sliding all the way to the bottom, and remained like that after her orgasm had subsided, while she mellowed in the after-glow.

Then Sally felt an urgent need to pee. She still felt horny, she still felt like being dirty, she couldn't be bothered moving, so it crossed her mind to just let go and pee. Common sense took control, and she realised that neither did she want to have a mess to clean up, so Sally made her way to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. After drying off her drips and the pussy juice that was all over her cunt, bum, and inner thighs, she went to the marital bedroom and slid, naked, between the sheets, and, instantly fell into a deep sleep.

*****

Back To The Present

A naked Sally watched through the chink in the lounge window curtains for Jeff's car arriving in the fading light of the Autumn evening. While one hand held the chink open, her other played with her nipples, and occasionally caressed her pussy.

After a satisfying sleep, laced with erotic dreams, Sally had flung together a hot-pot for dinner, put it in the oven, bathed, applied a light make-up, tidied the house, set the table for dinner, and relaxed before the television as she made her plan for after Jeff's arrival. She never bothered putting any clothes on, although she wore an apron while preparing the hot-pot.

The hot-pot would be ready in about an hour, more than enough time for Sally to have her way with Jeff, and, even if it wasn't, dinner wouldn't spoil if it was in the oven for a bit longer.

A set of headlights turned into the street, and, as they drew level with her viewpoint, Sally could see it was Jeff's car. She flitted through to the dining room and positioned herself by the table to await Jeff's entrance.

A thought then crossed Sally's mind, 'What if Jeff has brought a colleague home?' I suppose I'll be embarrassed, and they'll be shocked, or even better, pleased.' But Jeff hadn't brought home a colleague, and, Sally was not disappointed by the expression on her husband's face when he saw her. Sally recalled an almost identical expression that time she had peed in front of Jeff in the headlights of the car.

Detaching herself from the table, Sally slowly and sexily made her way over to Jeff. As she did so, Jeff started to speak, "Christ Sal...", but that's as far as he got, for Sally wrapped her hands about his neck and placed her parted lips upon his in a lingering kiss. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, seeking his, and her efforts were reciprocated. Their tongues jousted with each other, and the entwined couple slowly sank to the deep-pile carpeted floor.

On their knees now, Sally released her grip around Jeff's neck, and frantically endeavoured to remove Jeff's jacket, who, in turn, twisted and turned to assist her, all while maintaining the kiss. Then she unbuttoned his shirt, and unbuckled his trousers. At that point, Jeff broke the kiss so he could remove his clothing. Both now naked, Jeff knelt before Sally, who from her kneeling position was pleased to see his cock had risen to the occasion, and how, and resumed the kiss. Sally sank lower, pulling Jeff with her, swivelling her feet so that her bum rested on the carpet, then, raising her knees, she extended her legs while pulling Jeff down until she was flat on her back with her legs fully extended and spread, and Jeff was on top.

Eagerly, Sally reached down and held Jeff's hard cock, guiding it to her sopping slit. Running the head up and down her slit a couple of times, she positioned the head at the entrance to her vagina, and released her hold. "Slowly please," she whispered to Jeff.

Jeff had no intentions of doing otherwise. The moment of first penetration was his most savoured moment of fucking, and on this occasion, it seemed the best ever. He gently pushed his cock at Sally's love hole, but was met with resistance. 'Hardly surprising,' he thought, 'We haven't fucked in months, so her cunt must be quite tight.'

Jeff pushed harder, but still Sally's hole refused to open, so he gradually applied more and more pressure until suddenly, Sally's cunt surrendered and Jeff's cock slid in up to the hilt. It was a magnificent sensation that overtook Jeff's body as his cock was engulfed by the searing heat of the cauldron that was Sally's vagina, and the boiling fluid within. He rested for a few seconds savouring the comfort of his cock within the pleasant walls of his beautiful wife's cunt. This penetration, he thought, was very much like the first ever penetration when he took Sally's virginity. On that occasion she had squealed in pain, before squealing in pleasure; this time Sally squealed in pure and absolute pleasure.

Slowly, Jeff withdrew until the head of his cock was just inside Sally, and then he slowly pushed back in. He proceeded to do this for several strokes, but the pronounced ridges within Sally's highly aroused vagina were sending too great a sensation down his shaft that Jeff just could not resist increasing the rate of his strokes until he was pounding Sally for all he was worth. In return, Sally was screaming "harder, faster, make me cum, fuck me, fill my cunt with your spunk."

'What the hell's got into Sally,' Jeff managed to think in between strokes, 'She's never spoken like that before.'

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Sally screamed, "cum with me, pleeeeeease."

Jeff thrust his cock harder and as deep as he could, Sally tensed, gripped Jeff tightly and shuddered as her orgasm struck. Her vagina tensed inside, and Jeff felt as if his cock was being crushed, but it induced his own orgasm and he was squirting his semen into his wife. Sally could feel his squirts and gasped, "Yes, that's it, fill my cunt until it overflows, oh yes, yes, yes."

Their orgasms having subsided, Jeff withdrew his cock from Sally's cunt, and lay on his side beside her. Sally shifted herself so she lay on her side facing him, and they gazed into each others' eyes. A mixture of pussy cream and Jeff's spunk seeped out Sally's cunt and slowly made its way over her thigh to eventually drip on the carpet. Sally either didn't notice or didn't care.

"What on earth brought that on?" Jeff asked Sally, "And I've never heard you talk dirty like that before."

Sally didn't answer immediately, thinking of how to tell Jeff about what happened at her work the previous night. She came to the conclusion that the only way to tell him was to just come out with it and tell everything. Choosing her words carefully though, Sally began, "Last night at work was quiet and boring, so we created our own diversions, and....."

And Sally told her husband all that had happened. While she had been telling the tale, Jeff had been playing with Sally's tits, and Sally playing with Jeff's cock. When she had finished, Jeff was again quite hard, and Sally quite aroused.

"So four of you peed in the washbasins?"

"Yes." replied Sally.

"And two had their pussies completely shaved?"

"Yes."

Jeff pondered for a minute. "Have you ever considered shaving your pussy?"

"Can't say I have, would you like me to?"

Jeff pondered again for a few seconds. "Yes."

"Then let's do it." Sally enthused as she got up. It was then that she fully realised that her thigh was covered with drying juices and a sizable dollop had accumulated on the carpet. "I'll clean that up later, will you shave me? I've never used a razor before, and I don't think the cream I use to remove my under-arm hair will be kind to my cunt."

Sally dashed upstairs and Jeff took a more leisurely walk up to the bathroom, but when he walked in, Sally wasn't there. She called to him from the bedroom and Jeff went through to find Sally holding the Polaroid camera.

"I want before and after photographs of this," Sally said as she handed the camera to Jeff.

Sally stood facing Jeff with her legs slightly apart. "Take a full-frontal."

Jeff took a picture and went over to Sally and the both waited eagerly for the developing process to finish. Jeff pulled the photo off the backing and both viewed it. "Aw, my pubic hair isn't showing too well," Sally complained, "Take a close-up this time."

They were both happy with the close-up, so they adjourned to the bathroom where Sally clambered into the bathtub and perched her bum on the rim, and Jeff grabbed his shaving kit and got in the tub with Sally.

"We need to wash you down," Jeff told Sally as he brought down the shower-head and adjusted the taps to give a nice warm temperature. Directing the spray at Sally's pussy, Jeff proceeded to massage the mons, and ran his hand over Sally's vulva and thighs to remove all vestiges of the love juices that had been spread earlier. This excited Sally, especially the warm spray hitting her pussy lips and clitoris, not to mention the extreme sensation she felt as Jeff's hand brushed her clit. Jeff also knew that the warm water would soften the hairs and give a much smoother shave.

After cleansing Sally's pussy, Jeff laid the shower-head in the bottom of the bathtub and sprayed a large dollop of foam in the palm of his hand. He then cupped that hand over Sally's pussy and gently rubbed the shaving foam in. When he removed his hand, Jeff was satisfied to see that all of Sally's pussy hair was matted with foam down to the skin. He then proceeded to shave off Sally's pubic hair with great care, especially so about her clit and labia.

When he had finished, Jeff sprayed the shower-head all over her pussy to remove the remains of the shaving foam, and patted her pussy dry with a hand-towel. Jeff viewed his handiwork, and was most pleased with the result; Sally's pussy was gorgeous, and he noticed a glistening of fluid on her lower labia that was not water that had escaped his drying. "C'mon Sally, over to the mirror and see the results."

All through the shaving operation, Jeff's erection had been returning, which had not gone unnoticed by Sally, and when he stood up to follow Sally over to the mirror, it was standing out in front of him.

"Oh my goodness," Sally exclaimed as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror, "my pussy is gorgeous. What have I been missing all these years? Look, you can see my clitty poking its head out, and my inner lips are showing too, and they're glistening with my juices. Let's get the 'after' photos taken and you can lick that juice from my cunt before we go through to dinner, while I suck the hardness out of your cock."

They went back through to the bedroom and Jeff took two more photos, one full length, and the other close-up. Then they tumbled onto the bed in a classic 69 with Sally kneeling astride Jeff's head and leaning forward to accommodate his dick in her mouth. Jeff had Sally's cunt positioned perfectly over his mouth and, as he felt his shaft being gripped in Sally's hand, and her soft lips glide over his glans, he used his thumbs to part Sally's labia and expose the pink canyon of her cunt.

Inhaling deeply the musky aroma of Sally's hot pussy, Jeff gingerly extended his tongue and gently licked along her canyon, savouring the mildly salty, yet delicious taste. On reaching her vaginal entrance, Jeff pushed the tip of his tongue inside to be rewarded with a flood of Sally's pussy cream, which he promptly swallowed.

Sally, while enjoying Jeff's attentions to her pussy, had the head of Jeff's cock in her mouth and was running her tongue over, and, around it. She could taste the pre-cum that must have been oozing out. Sally had heard of 'deep throating' and wondered how much of Jeff's cock she could get into her mouth, so she held his cock steady as she lowered her head and accepted more of it into her mouth. As more cock slid in, it took Sally all her time not to gag. At that moment, Jeff turned the attentions of his tongue to Sally's clit. As he licked his tongue over her hard clit, Sally's reflex action was to gasp, which couldn't be done because her mouth was full of cock. The consequence was, her head sank lower over Jeff's cock and its tip suddenly reached the back of Sally's throat causing her to gag. Her head shot up and Jeff's cock was released while Sally gasped for air. This in turn disrupted Jeff's attentions to Sally's clit.

"Hell, Sal, what happened? I wasn't far from cumming." Jeff asked.

"Sorry, Jeff, but you licking my clit like that almost sent me over the edge causing me to choke on your cock. Another lick like that and I'll cum."

Without further ado, Sally resumed blowing Jeff's cock, only this time moving hear head up and down his shaft, being careful not to let it penetrate too deeply. Jeff, taking Sally's cue, resumed his ministrations on her clit, by placing his mouth over it and alternately sucking and licking.

Sally knew she would not last long from that attention, and concentrated on making Jeff cum. Already she felt the tension in her abdomen almost at breaking point, and then Jeff suddenly broke away from his treatment on her clit to gasp, "Look out, I'm about to cum."

'Oh good,' thought Sally, and she increased her attention to Jeff's cock. Then she felt Jeff tense beneath her, and his cock twitched in her mouth. With a muffled "Urrrrgh" from Jeff, Sally's mouth was suddenly filled with hot, viscous, cum. She swallowed, but even as she did so, more shot into her mouth. Meantime, Jeff had become detached from Sally's cunt, so Sally, close to cumming, reached a hand down to massage her clit. This took her over the edge, and, as the last spurts of Jeff's spunk were squirted into her mouth, Sally came, covering Jeff's face with her juices. Her mouth opened to let out a scream which allowed a quantity of Jeff's spunk that had not been swallowed to escape and run down the shaft of his cock into his pubic hair and over his balls.

Sally collapsed on top of Jeff, and they both remained there for a few minutes while they recovered from their orgasms.

Sally eventually raised her head and said, "C'mon, dinner will be ready."

After washing each other in a joint shower, and then drying off each other, Sally and Jeff ate dinner, still naked. The conversation over dinner focussed mainly on Sally's activities the previous night and her plans for the coming night shift.

Having finished dinner, Sally put the dirty dishes in the sink to soak while Jeff switched on the TV and settled down on the couch. Sally joined him, snuggling up close, and Jeff put his arm around her shoulders. As they watched television in silence, Sally's hand crept over and gently caressed Jeff's cock. By way of return, Jeff used his free hand to lightly trail his fingertips over Sally's abdomen and downwards to her now smooth pubis. Sally eased her legs apart slightly to allow Jeff access to her pussy, and on arriving there, he found it to be sopping wet.

"Heavens above, Sally, you're soaking again," exclaimed Jeff.

"Soaking still," retorted Sally, "My cunt hasn't been dry all day."

Jeff coughed, 'there's Sally talking dirty again,' he thought.

Sally reached down between her legs with her other hand, pushing Jeff's hand out of the way, and sank her fingertips into her vagina and scooped up a substantial dollop of her cream. Proudly showing it to Jeff, she said, "That's what has been oozing out of me all day."

Then, sticking out her tongue, Sally licked off some of her cream and presented her hand to Jeff so he could do the same.

"Jeff," Sally said sexily, "I want your cock inside me again, but it isn't responding to my fondling."

"Christ, Sally, I've come twice in the last two hours, it's going to take some time before I recover."

'Now seems like a good time to take drastic action,' Sally thought, 'It might arouse him sufficiently to fuck me one more time before I go to work.'

Sally broke away from Jeff and got off the couch. Taking his hand, she began to pull him up, saying, "Let's go out on to the patio."

Thoughts of the episode in the car refreshed themselves in Jeff's mind. "But the neighbours will see us," he argued.

"Our patio isn't overlooked, and the high fence between our properties blocks any view from ground level. Come and see," and Sally dragged Jeff through the dining room and slid back the patio door.

Stepping out onto the patio, Sally managed to pull Jeff to the threshold.

"See, no-one can see us."

"They could if they stood on something to look over the fence, then they'd get a fine show," responded Jeff.

Releasing Jeff, Sally went further onto the patio and faced the neighbouring house, which had no windows on that side. Not quite shouting, but in a loudish voice, Sally said "Roll up, roll up, see the naked lady perform lewd acts for you," as she fondled and squeezed her breasts, spread her legs and pulled her pussy lips apart with her hands, sinking three fingers inside her pussy, and, as a finale, turned 180°, spread her legs and bent over to touch her toes, showing off her arsehole and her cunt.

Jeff was having kittens, but he admitted to himself that it was highly unlikely they would be seen, and, that seeing Sally perform so lewdly was having an effect on his limp member. Nevertheless, he stepped out fully onto the patio with the intention of pulling Sally back inside the house, but Sally was quick, and flung her arms about Jeff's neck, pressing her naked body into his, and kissing him on the mouth before he had a chance to say anything.

Sally broke off the kiss and looked into Jeff's eyes, "So you decided to come out after all."

"Only to bring you back into the house before you are seen."

"Look about you, we are out here naked and there is not a window in sight that anyone could be looking from, and, the fence is over six feet high. Besides, the possibility of being caught is a real turn-on for me," Sally confessed. "Not only that, it looks like your cock is coming back to life."

"Well that was due to the little show you put on," Jeff admitted, "And I suppose it does excite me being out here naked with you."




Night Shift Pt. 02



"Will I put on another show for you? See if I can't fully revive your cock so you can ram it up my cunt and afterwards take me to work with a cuntful of your spunk?"

Jeff nervously looked about to make sure they were unobserved and said, "OK then, but make it quick. Are you going to do a sexy dance for me?"

"Not what I was planning. I was thinking more of repeating my performance that time with the car on the country lane."

Jeff's heart beat faster, and he stammered, "You mean you... you..."

Sally cut in, "I haven't peed since I got home from work this morning, and I really need to go, and, as I remember, that time I did it at the car, you got hard again."

Jeff felt his cock stir. He was speechless. He watched as Sally positioned herself in the pool of light shed through the patio door, facing him, and parting her legs. No sooner had Sally got into position than a powerful blade of piss gushed from her pussy and spattered on the patio sending a spray of ricocheting droplets over her own and Jeff's feet. The blade, Jeff was positive, spread from top to bottom of her slit, and tapered into a thick stream that twisted before hitting the patio deck and disintegrating into the droplets that warmly caressed his feet.

"Oh Jeff, do you need to pee? Pee for me please. Pee into my puddle." Sally pleaded through the ecstasy of this act of exhibitionism for her husband, as her piss cascaded out.

Jeff reached down to hold his cock, which was gradually growing.

"No, don't hold it, let it pee free. I want to see how it behaves."

Jeff obeyed his wife's instructions and let go his piss. It was a powerful stream, for Jeff had not been since he left his work that evening. His pee landed in the now substantial puddle created by Sally, but fell short of her landing point. So Jeff moved closer to Sally so that his pee landed on the same spot as hers. But Jeff's cock tended to move without being steadied by his hand, so sometimes the streams collided sending droplets off to the side, and at other times the streams missed each other all together.

"Oh Jeff, this is fantastic," Sally enthused, "Seeing you pee is making me even more turned on than I was just peeing for you."

But Jeff was out of pee, and his stream dwindled and died, leaving his cock dripping from its tip. Before he even thought about shaking the drips off, Sally had told him not to. Meanwhile Sally was still pissing strongly although she knew there wasn't much more left to expel. Then, on impulse, Jeff got onto his knees in the puddle that by now had surrounded both their feet, and cupped his hands in Sally's stream. When his hands were full, he opened them up and then wrung his hands in Sally's stream, sending splashes onto the insides of her legs. Sally was greatly thrilled by this action, and said to Jeff, "I'm just about finished, hurry and cup your hands right under my cunt so I can feel my piss against it."

Jeff did as she asked, cupping his hands over her pussy and letting her piss fill them before overflowing and running down her legs.

"Oh YES, YES, YES, that is amazing," Sally quietly screamed.

Jeff's cock was now fully erect, and he was eager to comply with Sally's earlier demand to ram it up her cunt, but he was still savoring the last of Sally's piss flowing into his hands. When he was sure Sally's flow had stopped, he spread his piss soaked hands all over her cunt and pubis, and then wiped of the excess piss on her bum cheeks.

Sally, absolutely rampant, went over to the patio bench, bent over it and commanded Jeff to take her from behind. Jeff followed the wet footprints Sally had made crossing over to the bench, adding his own to the trail. Sally's legs were spread wide and Jeff roughly thrust his cock into Sally's cunt, slippery from her piss and her juices, right up to the hilt. On its way, Jeff's cock grazed Sally's G-spot, sending a shockwave through her body.

"Fucking hell, what on Earth did you just do?" Sally asked.

Jeff halted immediately, thinking he had hurt Sally, and replied, "Just rammed my cock into your cunt. Did I hurt you?"

"Just the opposite, you touched a sensitive spot on your way in. Do it again please."

Jeff slowly withdrew his cock until its head was just inside Sally's vagina and he pushed it back in again, but this time slowly. "Did you feel it this time?"

"Yes, but not so intense, do it harder next time."

Jeff thrust more forcefully with his next strokes, each stroke eliciting a "Yes" from Sally, which changed to "Faster."

So Jeff pounded his cock faster into Sally. Whatever it was doing to Sally, Jeff found that he was receiving more sensations from this position and he knew that it would not be long before he came. 'Blimey, I'll have come three times in as many hours,' he thought, 'I didn't know I had it in me.'

Sally was also close to climax, and she was bucking as Jeff thrust into her, causing his cock to come fully out a couple of times. Jeff grabbed Sally's hips tighter to hold her steady, and pulled her to him with each thrust inwards. Jeff could feel his balls tighten as his cock prepared to discharge its load of semen into Sally.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," Sally all but screamed as she held the back of the patio bench in a vicelike grip while her body tensed. As her orgasm took her over, her legs gave way and she had to support herself by wedging her knees on the front edge of the seat. This disengaged her cunt from Jeff's cock, which had also just started cumming, and his spunk shot over Sally's bum and lower back.

More astounding though, Jeff noticed a fluid squirting from Sally's pussy and thought at first she might be peeing again, but it didn't act like pee. At the same time, Sally exclaimed, "Ohmygawd, I'm peeing."

Even while Jeff grabbed his ejaculating shaft and rubbed it up and down to milk the last of his spunk, he gathered some of Sally's fluid, which by now had stopped squirting and was just oozing from her pussy lips, with his free hand and rubbed it between its fingers.

"No, it's not pee, Sally. It's more like my pre-cum. You've just ejaculated!"

Sally was now kneeling on the patio and sitting on her heels while resting her head on her arms which were folded on the bench seat. She was exhausted. "That was the most amazing climax I have ever had."

"It was amazing for me too," Jeff retorted, "Your climax, that is."

After several minutes of recovery, Sally stirred herself and commented, "I must shower and get ready for work."

"I'll join you in the shower, but I haven't any stamina left for more hanky-panky."

"Neither have I, which is just as well because if I don't hurry I'll be late."

They had their shower together and Sally pulled a dress over her head.

"No underwear?" asked Jeff.

"No, I'll be getting naked anyway, and the less garments to bother about the better."

Jeff's cock stirred at the thought of his wife running about her office naked with the other girls on her shift. He stifled a groan, 'where is all my horniness coming from', he thought, 'is it my wife, or, imagining the other girls naked.'

Sally slipped her feet into a pair of flat-heeled shoes, grabbed the Polaroid, and announced she was ready.

Jeff said, "Bring home the photos you take," knowing that he wanted to see pictures of the other girls. "In fact, I'll take tomorrow off work and collect you in the morning when you come off shift and we can look at the pictures together."

"You randy bugger, you just want to see my girls naked."

Jeff blushed, and anxious to get off that topic, said, "Let's go then, or you'll be late."

"You get the car warmed up, I'd better take extra film for the polariod."

As Jeff left the bedroom to get the car ready, Sally opened a dresser drawer to get the film. As she picked up the film, she dislodged a bubble pack of small tablets, which she took a second look at. It was her contraceptive pills, which she had stopped taking several months previously because they weren't shagging. 'Oops!' Sally thought.



Night Shift Pt. 03



Night Shift Ch 3: Second Night -- Part 1: Anne and Jacqui

Just after 11:30pm, Jeff stopped the car at the staff entrance of Sally's office as Sally reached between her legs to pick up her Polaroid camera from the foot well. In raising the camera, Sally pulled back the hem of her dress more than was necessary to allow it passage, and in doing so exposed her newly shaven pussy to Jeff.

"That will be juicing for you in the morning when you come to pick me up," she whispered, "You are taking tomorrow off work, aren't you?"

"Nothing in Heaven or on Earth could drag me into work tomorrow," Jeff replied, "See you here at 8 in the morning."

Sally leaned over to kiss Jeff on his lips, and before he could respond she had opened the car door, got out and had closed it. Jeff drove off into the night, his thoughts focussed on Sally and how she would soon be naked with the other girls in the shift, running about an empty office. 'I hope she gets some good photographs,' he thought.

How wrong Jeff was to be. As Sally made her way to the Operators' Rest Room, she was amazed to see the Data Processing support area ablaze with light and several programmers at their posts. 'What the hell's going on?' she wondered.

Instead of going into the rest room, she went straight to the computer room to find out what was happening.

"Hi Sally," said the leader of the back shift as Sally breezed in, "I'm glad you came in early, there have been problems tonight and everything is running late."

"What sort of problems?"

"One of the systems was upgraded this evening and after about half an hour went belly-up. The programmers were called back in to back it out, which they completed about three quarters of an hour ago, and they are hanging on for a while to make sure that the old system is running properly. As a result, all the jobs are about two hours late, so your shift will have its work cut out tonight."

Sally groaned, "Oh shit!"

"Does that give you problems?" enquired the back shift leader.

'Of course it gives me problems, it gives every girl in my shift problems. How the hell are we supposed to run naked about the office with all these programmers milling about?' Sally thought as she responded in a cheerful tone, "Oh no, none at all, it will keep us all occupied until the Day shift arrives."

"I know what you mean, night shifts can be pretty boring, can't they?" "Certainly can." Replied Sally, and thought, 'If only you knew.' "I'd better go and see if any of my shift have arrived and brief them, then I'll come back through and let you bring me up-to-date."

"OK, see ya."

Sally went to the Operators' Rest Room and found Jacqui there.

"What the hell is going on?" Jacqui demanded.

Sally filled her in on what had happened, finishing off with, "And so we will initially need a full shift. If things go well and we are catching up, then I can probably allow two of you off for a break each hour. It may be less than each hour in order that everybody gets an equal break. Personally, I won't be taking a break 'cos I'll have to oversee the operation."

Jacqui reeled off a tirade of expletives and continued, "That's our fun for tonight buggered up. Even if we do catch up and get breaks, there's no way we can venture naked into the office with all these programmers around."

"The programmers won't be here all night, they are just hanging on to make sure that the system is working OK. I hope some of you can get out into the office for I brought in this," Sally said, producing the Polaroid camera, "I thought we could keep a photographic record of our activities to show the others in the shift when we get back from our breaks."

"Great idea," Jacqui responded, "I only hope some of us get out tonight."

"OK, Jacqui, I'm going back through to the computer now. Let the others know when they arrive, and I'll see you all about midnight in the computer room."

"OK, Sally."

Sally wandered off to the computer room to de-brief the back-shift leader before she went home. 'I wonder what she looks like, de-briefed,' Sally lewdly thought, 'Is her pussy hairy, or shaved like mine. Maybe, like me, she isn't wearing any briefs.'

'Yes she is wearing briefs,' Sally thought as she entered the computer room, observing the panty-line through the back-shift leader's overall while she was leaning over the console.

The Night Shift arrived in the computer room just before midnight, at which time the Back Shift departed. Sally assigned the tasks, and everybody set about them enthusiastically for they were all strongly motivated to get the work through as fast as possible.

At about a quarter to one, Sally went through her check-list and announced, "Good news girls, we are gaining ground fast, and I can let two of you off for a break. Check back in forty minutes. Decide amongst yourselves which two of you will take the first break. And, remember to take the camera if you wander about the office."

Emily dashed off to the computer room doors, which opened automatically for exiting, and looked into the main office. On returning, she reported that some programmers were still about. The group of girls groaned, but Anne went over to Jacqui and the two had a short, whispered, discussion.

"If it's all right with the rest of you," Anne piped up, "Jacqui and I will take the first break."

There were no dissentions, but "I wonder what on Earth they're going to do" was overheard by some.

Anne and Jacqui left the others and proceeded to the Rest area. Like the computer room, their swipe card was required to gain entry to the Rest Room, so once inside, they were quite secure.

Jacqui began, "So you want to learn how to squirt," which was a rhetorical question, "Well, I don't know about anyone else, but I have to be highly aroused first. Ideally, a decent porno video would begin to get me in the mood, followed by, or even while watching the porno, a lot of pussy play and tit play. Then, when cream flows from my vagina, I am ready to stimulate my G-spot."

"G-spot? I thought that was a myth"

"Not as far as I'm concerned. But, with me, I can't find my G-spot until I'm highly aroused. Anyway, all that takes a long time and we only have half an hour, and we don't have a porno or a video."

"By all accounts, you didn't take that long last night."

"Last night was different. I had an audience, and, I was stripping. Not only that, I was competing against Emily to see who would go all the way. I found that highly arousing. My arousal was heightened further when Emily revealed her naked body, and then squatted showing off her cunt. I was definitely out-stripped last night."

"Wow, I wish I had been there, I am getting tingles in my pussy with just you telling me about it."

"Actually, my pussy is tingling a bit too. That's not a bad start. Now, as I get turned on by exhibiting myself, I thought we would strip for each other, taking it in turns to remove an article of clothing which would be chosen by the other. That means each of us can get the other to reveal what we want to see most"

"Sounds good to me, who goes first?"

"Me, but first let's get rid of these overalls, socks, and, shoes. Unless you have a fetish for feet, in which case I'll keep my socks on."

"No, I'm not a foot fetishist." And they removed their overalls, shoes, and, socks, leaving Jacqui in denim jeans, a checked button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone, and underneath a black lace bra and black lace panties. Anne on the other hand was wearing a white T-shirt, denim skirt, and a white bra and panty set. Anne sat on the chair facing Jacqui who sat on the settee.

"Remove your panties please, Anne," Jacqui instructed.

Anne stood up, hoisted up her skirt at the back, hooked her thumbs into the waistband, and pulled her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them out of the way. "You're just hoping that you'll see up my skirt and catch a glimpse of my pussy," Anne said as she sat back down again, being very careful to keep her knees together.

"Of course," Jacqui replied as she got off the settee and picked up Anne's discarded panties which she had a sudden inexplicable urge to do. She felt the gusset between her thumb and forefinger, noticing that there was a damp spot, and then she held the gusset up to her nose and inhaled deeply. Jacqui easily identified the aroma of fresh pussy juice. The scent was different from her own, somehow sweeter. She had never smelled another girl's juice before, not being inclined towards girls, but somehow this seemed right for the moment, and it certainly had an effect when Jacqui felt her pussy juice up.

Anne was astounded at Jacqui's action, feeling both shock and sexual arousal. Shock that Jacqui should be so dirty as to feel and smell the crotch of used panties, and aroused for the same reason. So much so that Anne felt a rush of juice escape her pussy.

Just as Jacqui was about to sit back down, Anne stopped her, stammering, "D-Don't sit down yet, I want you to remove your bra."

"Aha, I see your game, you think I won't be able to remove my bra without taking my shirt at least half way off. Well, you are mistaken," and Jacqui reached behind her back and proceeded to successfully unclasp her bra through the material of her shirt. With a few contortions, she extracted her bra through her left sleeve and threw it at Anne.

"I can do that too, but one more thing," Anne delicately asked, "Could you undo the remaining shirt buttons?"

'This girl knows what she wants,' thought Jacqui as she undid the buttons, 'She is being the voyeur to my exhibitionist.' After Jacqui sat back down, she arranged her shirt so that each side covered her aereolae, leaving the insides of her breasts exposed. This aroused her greatly, especially when she looked over to Anne and noticed her eyes riveted on her bosom, causing a flood of juice to leave her pussy and soak into her panties.

Anne stared intently at Jacqui's chest, she knew she was staring, but didn't care. She knew that Jacqui knew she was staring, but didn't care. Jacqui's tits were amazing, '36C by the looks. Larger than my 36B.' She felt more juice flow from her pussy.

"How's that, Anne?" said Jacqui, snapping Anne out of her trance.

"Amazing," Anne sighed.

"OK then, take your bra off."

Anne performed the same operation that Jacqui had a couple of minutes earlier, and threw her bra at Jacqui. While Anne was occupied by her contortions, Jacqui heightened her own arousal by easing aside one side of her shirt to expose a very erect nipple. When Anne's attention returned to Jacqui to throw her bra, Jacqui covered her nipple again. Whether or not Anne noticed the nipple didn't matter to Jacqui. The fact that she had exposed it for Anne to see increased the secretions from her vagina. Jacqui's arousal was further heightened when she observed Anne's nipples protruding underneath the T-shirt, 'Just as I had hoped.'

'This is turning into a hot night,' Jacqui thought as she checked the clock for time, 'Plenty of time left too.'

'Was that a nipple I glimpsed?' Anne thought as she was about to throw her bra over to Jacqui. Having thrown it and had sat back down again, she was aware that her aroused nipples were sticking out. On looking back at Jacqui, Anne noticed her staring at her chest and got satisfaction from Jacqui's attention.

"Right, Jacqui, get your panties off."

"Aw, that's cheating, there's no way I can do that without taking my jeans off."

"Go into the wash room and take them off there, but bring your panties back through with you."

Jacqui hesitated for a few seconds, 'Hell, no,' she thought, 'I'm an exhibitionist, so I'll give her an exhibition.'

"No need," said Jacqui, and she got off the settee and turned her back to Anne. She undid the button and unzipped, and lowered her jeans. Stepping out of them, Jacqui then eased her panties down. The gusset remained adhered to her vulva, and as she continued to ease them down, stands of viscous pussy juice formed, stretched, and broke, as the gusset separated from her pussy lips. Jacqui was gratified to notice traces of cream in the gusset.

As she lowered her panties to her ankles, Jacqui knew that Anne must be getting a first class view of her bare bum, probably her pussy lips too. The excitement generated by that knowledge caused a dollop of cream to be excreted from her vagina and spread between her pussy lips. Jacqui's arousal was complete. She stepped out of her panties and pulled her jeans back on, but didn't zip up. Leaving the top open, Jacqui turned to face Anne, showing off her thick red bush in the 'V' of the unzipped jeans. Before sitting back down, she picked up her panties and threw them over to Anne.

When Jacqui turned her back to her and proceeded to lower her jeans, Anne's heart picked up a few beats. She wasn't expecting this at all. And when Jacqui's panties came down, Anne could not help but gasp as her exquisite bum came into view. Was that strings of pussy juice that she could see? As Jacqui bent lower to push her panties to her ankles, Anne could see her swollen pussy lips surrounded by red hairs. 'Oh my God, is that cream sandwiched between those luscious lips?'

Anne could not believe how aroused she was becoming. This was another girl and she was having thoughts towards Jacqui that would have repulsed her in any other situation. When she noticed Jacqui's cream between her pussy lips, Anne fought the urge to dive over and stick her tongue in and lick the cream out. Anne was frightened by these thoughts, but was even more seduced by them. When Jacqui turned to face her, with her red pubic bush visible in the open jeans, and her shirt hanging loose, exposing half her aereolae, Anne's flow of pussy juice turned into a virtual Niagara. Anne caught Jacqui's panties and immediately noticed they were sopping. She brought the inside gusset into view and noticed the smears of Jacqui's cream. She brought the panties up to her nose, the aroma was very powerful, intoxicating, even. Anne couldn't resist it, she gathered up some of the cream with her middle finger and licked it with her tongue. Delicious. Different from her own, but delicious. She wanted to hurry the rest of this strip so she could give her pussy some badly needed attention.

Jacqui almost orgasmed when she saw Anne lick her pussy cream. She also wished to give her pussy some urgent attention. "C'mon Anne, let's get this over with so we can get down to the real business. Get your skirt off."

Anne stood up, unbuttoned the waistband and unzipped. She pushed the skirt over her hips and let it fall to the floor, and stepped out of it. Jacqui stared at Anne's totally bare pussy, her swollen lips were hanging down, and her clit was quite prominent. 'How luscious,' she thought, and then Jacqui lowered her eyes to the skirt by Anne's feet.

"Holy shit, Anne, look at that big patch of cream on the inside of your skirt!"

Jacqui moved over to pick the skirt up, and her unsupported jeans began to drop. She hurriedly pushed them down and stepped out of them and picked up Anne's skirt. On the inside, where Anne's pussy had been resting, was a large area of white cream that had had most of the liquid content soaked up by the material, leaving this, almost jelly, deposit. Jacqui turned the skirt over, and noticed an equivalent darker blue wet patch on the outside.

Anne was amazed at her own abundance, and, as if to prove it was her, she reached down between her legs and ran her fingers along her pussy slit. On producing her hand, the well, formed by the closed fingers, was filled with cream.

"You're ready, so am I, so let's get rid of our tops and get down to some serious masturbation," Jacqui proclaimed.

The two girls divested themselves of their tops and were now totally naked. Both desperately rubbed their pussies, and, almost simultaneously, both all but ceased their manipulations.

"You are to show me how to squirt," Anne reminded Jacqui.

"Yes, I remember. I think we are both fully aroused now, so you should now try to find your G-spot."

"How do I do that?"

"As a 'first timer' the best way is for you the get down on your knees on the floor. Then draw your toes forward to support your instep, and sit on your heels. Once in that position, lean forward slightly and insert fingers into your vagina. About one to two thirds up the front wall of your vagina you should feel a particularly resistant area, I say 'resistant' because it isn't hard and it isn't soft. It is more difficult to depress than the rest of your vaginal walls. Anyway, you should know when you've hit it because you will receive a feeling akin to that received when first touching your aroused clit. That's what I felt, anyway."

Anne followed Jacqui's instructions and positioned herself in the manner suggested. Jacqui positioned herself in the same way so that Anne could look and emulate her.

"Use your middle finger like this," Jacqui continued, and inserted her right hand middle finger into her vagina. Parting her knees wide so that Anne could see, Jacqui slowly slid the finger inside until she convulsed slightly. "Yes, I've found mine, now do the same and you should find yours. I'll keep my finger in my cunt so you can see how far it's in, your G-spot should be in much the same location." That was an understatement for Jacqui was gently moving her finger tip over her G-spot exciting herself in the process.

Anne did as Jacqui had instructed. As she inserted her finger, she felt the warmth of her vagina surround it, conducted by the profusion of vaginal juice. She kept the tip of her finger in contact with the front wall of her vagina as the pushed it in further, but felt no part of that wall more resistant than any other part. Neither did she find an area that was more sensitive than any other area. When her finger could go no further, Anne had to declare that she could not find her G-spot.

Jacqui wondered what to do next. This eventuality was most unwelcome for the gentle manipulation she had been delivering to her own G-spot was producing phenomenal sensations and she didn't really want to stop. But she had an idea that might satisfy both her and Anne, although she was quite apprehensive about proposing it to Anne for it involved intimate physical contact of a sexual nature by another female. Such a situation had never occurred to Jacqui before, and she was frightened by the prospect. Mainly because she had been aroused by Anne, and had thoughts of performing sexual acts with Anne as the inspiration, and indeed was performing one at this precise moment. Jacqui had no doubt that if Anne had not been present and naked, she would not have been manipulating her G-spot and basking in all her nudity. She came to a decision, governed by her cunt rather than her brain.

"I have an idea, but you may not want to go through with it. It presented me with a dilemma, but I am prepared to go through with it if you are. What I propose is that you insert your finger into my vagina and find my G-spot. I will be able to guide you because I'll be able to feel where your finger is. Once you have found it, you will be able to feel it and learn what you are looking for in your own vagina."

Anne thought for a bit. Like Jacqui, she also had to come to terms with her feelings of the moment. What would not have been considered earlier, that is, physical sexual contact with another girl, now happened to be the gateway to new pleasures. Still in the euphoria of Jacqui's exhibitionism, Anne's cunt made the decision for her.

"Well, if it's alright with you, it's fine with me. After all, wouldn't such a procedure be regarded as scientific research?"

"Yes," Jacqui breathed with a sigh of relief, "It is purely scientific," although she felt otherwise. "Get behind me and bring your arms around me so that you can reach my cunt with your hands."




Night Shift Pt. 03



Anne moved close behind Jacqui and wrapped her arms about her waist, extending a hand towards Jacqui's pussy, closing her hand up except for the middle finger. She paused waiting on Jacqui's go ahead.

"OK, insert your finger, slowly, and keep the tip in contact with my vaginal wall." Anne gingerly cupped her hand over Jacqui's vulva and felt for her vagina with the middle finger. Jacqui's cunt was hot, and Anne's hand became covered with juices. Her middle finger parted Jacqui's lips and found the entrance to her vagina. Pushing slowly inside, Anne felt the vaginal walls engulf her finger, smothering it in the lubricating cream that was secreted within that glorious cavern. The sensation was nothing at all like inserting the finger into her own cunt; it was totally different, totally alien, and, totally addictive. Anne slowly pushed her finger in as far as it would go, but did not find any resistant area.

Jacqui tensed as Anne cupped her hand over her cunt. When Anne's finger found her opening and ventured inside, Jacqui shivered slightly. She could feel Anne's finger inside her, but could not distinguish the tip. Nevertheless, it was very exciting and did nothing to diminish her arousal. Jacqui's vagina responded by secreting another quantity of cream.

"This isn't working," Jacqui said, "You aren't close enough to achieve best penetration. Bring yourself hard against my back and see if that makes a difference."

Anne positioned herself behind Jacqui, pressing her breasts against Jacqui's shoulder blades, and her stomach against the lower back. Annes's knees were either side of Jacqui's feet and made contact with her buttocks. The warmth of Jacqui's body against Anne permeated through her whole being and targeted her pussy, inducing a further excretion of cream which oozed out to land on the soles of Jacqui's feet.

Jacqui found the feeling of Anne's breasts against her shoulder blades highly erotic, especially the hard nipples which seemed to drill into her, inciting desires that challenged her hitherto heterosexual nature. 

Forcing herself to focus her mind on the task in hand, Jacqui said, "OK, Anne, Let's try again."

Anne reached down with her hand and placed it over Jacqui's pubic hair, her middle finger ploughing a path through the undergrowth until it met the softer, damper, and, hotter, region that was the start of her outer lips. Gingerly testing the ground, Anne's finger sought the canyon in between Jacqui's lips and grazed her clit causing Jacqui to inhale sharply through her teeth.

From Jacqui's perspective, the experience was nothing short of amazing. More gentle and more considerate than any of her boyfriends, past and present. When Anne grazed her clit, it was a pure reflex action that she sucked in air through her teeth. On exhaling, she emitted a long low moan of pleasure. Anne did not miss this and brought her finger back over Jacqui's clit causing her to repeat her reaction. Remembering that her purpose was not to pleasure Jacqui, or, rather, not enjoy pleasuring her (although that is exactly what she was doing), Anne ran her finger down Jacqui's vulval canyon seeking the entrance to her vagina. Forcing its way through the swollen, fleshy, inner lips, and the thick layer of pussy cream, Anne's finger suddenly sank into Jacqui's vagina and Anne slowly slid it inwards. In order to keep her finger tip against the vaginal wall, Anne had to slightly bend her finger.

"Yes, Anne, I can feel where you are. Just keep going in, you're getting close."

Anne noted that inside of Jacqui's vagina felt not unlike her own when she was aroused, yielding yet firm, and ridged. She slowly pushed her finger deeper into the passage and found an area that seemed less yielding and ran her finger tip around and over it to determine its dimensions. At that moment, Jacqui let out a moan and tensed, then said, "Oh my God, you've found it."

The sensation Jacqui received was infinitely better than on previous occasions when she had stimulated her G-spot, because, although she was expecting it, it still came as a surprise for it was a foreign finger doing the stimulating. In fact, Jacqui was becoming seduced by the presence of Anne's finger inside her cunt, inducing all these sensations.

"Have a good feel of it, Anne, so you know what to look for in your own cunt," and at the same time Jacqui was thinking 'and don't stop, for God's sake, what you are doing to me is phenomenal.'

As Anne continued her probing, Jacqui continued to receive the sensations which seemed to accumulate into a tension that would surely snap. Jacqui was gasping and it took her all her time to stop herself from gyrating lest Anne should lose the spot.

Anne was glad that Jacqui had given her the chance to have a good feel inside her for she was enjoying the experience of exploring another girl's vagina. But she didn't want to spoil a good friendship by abusing Jacqui's hospitality, so to speak, so Anne made to withdraw her finger, saying, "OK, Jacqui, I think I know now what to look for and how to find it."

Jacqui grabbed Anne's wrist, preventing withdrawal, and said, "No, Anne, please don't remove your finger for I fear I will 'go off the boil'. Keep on doing what you were doing, your manipulations were stimulating my spot much better than I have ever achieved, and, I am so close to cumming."

Anne was elated by Jacqui's request, and she continued to caress the area inside Jacqui's vagina with more enthusiasm. Jacqui's breaths were coming more rapid, and her abdominal muscles were alternately tensing and relaxing. Then she cried out, "Here it comes, here it comes," and went almost rigid.

Anne didn't know what to expect, and received quite a shock when she felt a jet of liquid hit the pad at the top of the palm of her hand. She immediately thought that Jacqui was peeing and automatically pulled her hand out of the way. But on looking down to Jacqui's crotch, Anne could see that it was not a constant stream, and that the liquid was clear and came in spurts. Anne was mesmerised by the sight and watched as spurt after spurt of this clear, viscous, liquid came out of Jacqui's pussy to land on the floor and form an irregular pool.

In the throws of her orgasm, Jacqui was beginning to wonder if it would ever end. Never before had she spurted so many times. Once Jacqui had finished spurting and had gathered herself together, she looked down at the pool below her pussy and was amazed at herself for producing so much cum.

Both girls stood up, and then the full extent of the damage was visible. Directly below where Jacqui's pussy was, there was a large pool of cream, and extending out from that was the pool of cum. Anne held her hand up, which was still covered with Jacqui's first spurt, and brought it to her nose. Then she extended her tongue and licked some of the liquid off. She didn't think it smelled or tasted any different from ordinary cum.

"Fuck, Jacqui, that was amazing. Now to tend to me. Since you let me bring you off, I feel I owe you, so, if you want, I'd like you to bring me off."

That was music to Jacqui's ears, but she remembered her obligation to help Anne find her own G spot. "I'll bring you off only after you have found your own G spot."

"OK," Anne agreed.

So they exchanged positions, and Anne had the pleasure of feeling Jacqui's breasts squeezing against her back.

Jacqui slowly moved her hands over Anne's stomach, downwards until her finger tips caressed the smooth skin of Anne's shaved pussy, noticing that she did not feel even a hint of stubble. 'Must be newly shaven', she thought.

Without any hair to deflect her fingers, Jacqui easily found Anne's erect clitoris, causing Anne to flinch, and, gasp. Pausing to tease Anne, Jacqui brushed her fingers over her clit again.

Anne was revelling in this attention, for she had never experienced anything like it before. Her boyfriends, to a man, 'rubbed' rather than caressed, like jacqui was doing, and, Anne, to her surprise, hoped that this would not be the last time that Jacqui, or any girl, would administer such tender treatment to her. But she realised that they only had a limited time at their disposal, and she needed to find her G spot, or even if she had one.

"Jacqui, what you are doing is beautiful, but we can't have much time left, so can you cut to the chase and find my G spot. After, if there is time, you can do whatever you want to my cunt." 'And I to yours', Anne thought silently.

Without further ado, Jacqui, slowly rather than hastily, inserted her middle finger into Anne's vagina. Gently, Jacqui tenderly felt her way up the anterior wall. With two thirds of her middle finger now inside Anne, Jacqui was beginning to thing that there was no G spot. Keeping her finger tip in contact with Anne's vaginal wall, Jacqui continued to feel her way upwards. When the pads of Jacqui's palm were compressing Anne's labia, she felt a raised area with her finger tip. Anne squirmed and let out a yelp.

"Christ, Jacqui, what did you do there?"

"I just found your G spot, I think you should try it for yourself before we go any further. It is very high up your vagina and it took the whole length of my finger to find it."

Jacqui withdrew her hands, although she kept them surrounding Anne's waist, resting them on her thighs. Anne inserted her own finger up to the hilt, feeling around inside. She found a point that was more sensitive than the surrounding area, and manipulated her finger, but it did not produce the feeling that Jacqui's finger had produced. With a few contortions, Anne found a position for her body that allowed her fingertip to make contact with her G spot, but she could not manipulate her finger to pleasure herself. "I found it, but it's so far up I can't do anything with it. I'll need to use a hairbrush handle and I don't have one with me. You'll have to finish me off."

"OK. To allow me deeper penetration, lay on your back, part your legs, and bring your knees up."

Anne got herself into position on the floor, feeling the course pile of the carpet tiles irritate her back. Jacqui knelt beside her, reaching her hand around the inside of Anne's leg, down to her pussy and inserted the middle finger. It could not reach Anne's G spot -- the leg was an obstruction.

"Anne, I can't reach from this position, I'm going to have to straddle you."

"Whatever it takes," Anne replied desperately, "Just bring me off."

Jacqui knelt astride Anne's head, her cunt barely above her mouth. She positioned her head between Anne's raised thighs, resting it on one while she used her middle finger to penetrate Anne's vagina, forming a classic 69. 

Anne was presented with a close-up of Jacqui's sopping wet cunt, its heady aroma invading her nostrils, amplifying her sexual arousal. She had an urge to raise her head, extend her tongue, and lick some juices off, but resisted. While relishing Jacqui's finger inside her vagina gently seeking her G spot, Anne's resistance waned. She raised her head, extended her tongue, and was about to lick the swollen labia when there was an electric shock inside her cunt causing her to convulse. Jaccqui had found the G spot.

"Keep still," Jacqui coaxed, "it won't be long now."

Anne tried to keep still, but Jacqui's manipulations were sending convulsions throughout her body. She thrashed her head from side to side, which had the effect of reducing the spasms in her lower body. Anne felt a tension rapidly build up in her abdomen, and knew it would not be long before it demanded release.

That moment came rapidly when Jacqui licked Anne's clitoris. The combination of sensations was too much and Anne tensed and just as rapidly, the tension released. Anne wasn't prepared for what happened next, and neither was Jacqui.

A strong squirt of cum hit Jacqui in the eyes. Anne's cunt tensed again and then released another strong squirt, this time missing Jacqui, for she had now got her head out of the way. Another three squirts, diminishing in quantity, and Anne lay on the floor, exhausted, her pussy still pulsating as her orgasm subsided.

"Holy shit, Anne, I've never seen such a copious cum, although I haven't seen a cum other than my own."

"That was the most amazing orgasm I have ever had, can we do this again?"

"I'm glad you asked that, for I still need satisfaction. I was surprised that you didn't lick my cunt while you were down there."

"I was about to when you hit my G spot."

"Well, you can lick me out on the next break, there isn't enough time now, and we'll have to clean up our mess before going back on shift."

"I'll lick you out if you lick me out, in a comforting 69."

"You're on!"



Night Shift Pt. 04



 Pt 4: Second Night -- Part 2: Emily and Sally

Jacqui and Anne returned to the computer room after washing the evidence of their activities off each other by the sink and drying themselves as best they could. They were naked under their overalls, for, having tried putting on their underwear, it felt uncomfortable on their still moist skin.

"Hi girls," Sally chirped, "Did you see anybody out there on your way back?"

"Not a soul," Jacqui replied, "I think they've all gone."

"Oh good." Elaine sighed.

"OK," said Sally, "we're catching up with the work, so which two are taking the next break?"

"I'll stay here," replied Emily.

"So it's Susan and Elaine on break. Half an hour maximum."

"I'll nip out and do a quick reconnaissance," Elaine suggested, and she left the room.

A few minutes later, Elaine returned and reported that indeed all the programmers had left, although they had left the lights on.

"I expect that Security will be up checking all is OK, and will put out the lights," warned Sally, "So you two had better be careful if you intend cavorting naked about the office," looking at Elaine and Susan.

"We'll go to a different floor," Susan responded.

"Before you shoot off, take this with you." Sally said, handing over the Polaroid camera, "Take some photos of your activities so the rest of us can see what you got up to. Be sparing, though, 'cos there aren't many shots on a roll of film."

"Will do," Elaine replied, and she and Susan left the computer room for the rest room where they would divest their clothing.

Emily announced, "Well, if everyone has gone, I'm going to get my clothes off."

"We already have," Jacqui said, unbuttoning her overall and letting it drop to the floor, revealing her totally nude body.

Anne did likewise.

Sally said, "I came prepared for tonight, so this dress under my overall is all that I'm wearing," and to emphasise the point, she raised the hem of her dress, and her overall, to show her pussy."

"Holy shit, Sally, you've shaved your pussy!" exclaimed Emily, "What brought that on?"

"Actually, it was my husband who shaved it."

"Was that all he did?" asked another girl.

"Not quite all," Sally said hesitantly, feeling she was digging herself a hole. So she removed her overall and dress, leaving herself naked, hoping that would distract the others from their line of questioning.

"Carry on," urged Emily who, for once, was the only person with clothes on. "We want to hear all the details, don't we, girls?"

"Yes," said Anne and Jacqui, almost in unison.

"C'mon Sally, tell all," continued Emily as she proceeded to remove her clothes.

So Sally related to the girls her activities earlier in the evening, missing out the pissing episode, of course. The story took the best part of half an hour to tell, because of the interruptions caused by mounting tapes, loading boxes of continuous paper into the printers, starting processes, etc.

By the time Sally had finished telling her story, the other girls were getting quite aroused (Anne and Jacqui more so, for they were highly aroused to start with), and their pussies were well juiced. Even Sally's pussy was flowing with juice, for she got quite a thrill telling the girls, and, more of a thrill seeing their reactions. Sally wondered what their reactions would have been if she included the pissing episode.

Despite the story telling, great progress had been made in catching up on the backlog of work, and Sally was able to announce that the next breaks could last an hour.

Susan and Elaine came back into the computer room, totally naked. Susan handed the Polaroid back to Sally while Elaine draped their overalls over the back of a chair.

"Did you go out then?" Sally asked.

"Yes," replied Susan, "We went on safari and got some, hopefully, good shots."

"Safari?"

"That's what Elaine called it. She said looking for somewhere to explore and return with rare photos was just like going on safari."

"That's a great name for our naked excursions," Sally enthused, "Let's see the pictures then."

Elaine retrieved some Pictures from the pocket of one of the overalls and brought them over to a desk. The rest of the girls leant over the desk as the photos were passed around, bare flesh against bare flesh, breasts pressing against shoulders, and arms around necks, as they huddled together.

"Where did you go?" one girl asked.

"See if you can tell from the photos," Susan replied.

The first photo showed Elaine standing naked in a corridor. The walls were lavishly decorated, and displayed framed pictures depicting various scenes in the history of the organisation. The carpet was luxurious. Elaine's hand rested on a door handle, and, from the angle of the shot, the nameplate was legible, and underneath that, the words 'Managing Director'.

"Holy shit, you went to the Executive Floor," Sally exclaimed.

Elaine passed the next picture and said, "Here is Susan on the Managing Director's desk with the Managing Director's fountain pen sticking out of her confidential cunt."

The picture showed Susan kneeling on a massive leather-topped desk with her knees wide apart, showing the nib end of a fountain pen protruding from between her pussy lips. The 'confidential' stamp that Anne had applied the previous night was not legible, but clearly visible.

"Has your husband seen that stamp, Susan?"

"Not yet, he will probably see it tonight if he doesn't go out to the pub."

The next photo showed Elaine sitting on the photocopier in the Managing Director's Secretary's office, with her legs wide apart.

"Did you make a copy?" Sally asked.

"Yes, but I left it in the rest room."

Sally had an idea. "Here's a task for you, each of you must sit on a photocopier and make a copy. Don't write your name on the copy. When we have a copy of everyone, we can have some fun identifying which genitals belong to whom, by any means."

"Great idea Sally."

The last photo showed Susan lying on the Boardroom table with her knees raised and three fingers in her pussy. It was obvious to all that she had been working on her cunt for a while for there was pussy juice visible on the sumptuous black leather surface of the table.

"I hope you wiped that off the table before you left, Susan," said Jacqui.

"Better than you and Anne cleaned up your cum puddles in the rest room," retorted Susan.

"Oh, yes?" came the response, "So what were you and Anne up to in your break?"

Anne replied "Jacqui was showing me how to squirt."

"Looks like she succeeded," Elaine remarked.

"We'll lock these photos in our drawer of the shift leader's desk," said Sally, "and also the photocopies."

"Right, Emily, you're next for a break," Sally declared, "Which of you, Jacqui and Anne, wants to take their next break with her?"

"Why don't you take a break, Sally," Emily suggested, "After all, you said yourself that everything was going fine. Jacqui can supervise while you are on safari; she is your deputy, after all."

"Yes, Sally, go on safari with Emily," all the other girls urged, "we can handle things here."

"Alright then, but make sure it is the work you are handling and not each other," joked Sally.

With their swipe cards about their necks, Sally and Emily left the computer room after picking up the Polaroid camera.

"You know, Susan and Elaine is a hard act to follow," Emily said to Sally, "We will have to be really outrageous to better them."

"I know, but I have just had an idea. Follow me."

Emily followed Sally into the service module where the lifts and stairs were. Lagging just a bit behind, Emily took the opportunity to admire Sally's backside. 'It looked quite big when she's wearing jeans,' she thought, 'but bare, it is really quite neat.'

Sally led Emily down the stairs to the ground floor, out through the far door into the hallway at the top of the stairs that led down to the restaurant.

"Are we going to the restaurant?" Emily asked.

"No, we're going this way."

Instead of going down the stairs, Sally veered right along a passage, at the end of which were double glass doors.

"Here we are, the Executive Dining Room. Let's hope the doors are unlocked."

Sally tried a door and it opened.

"Good, now I have just had an idea for our first photograph. You get to the other side and press your body as hard as you can against the glass. Squish your tits as flat as you can, your tummy as well, and try to get that lovely quim of yours against the glass too."

Emily did as Susan asked, but she had to bend her knees and place the balls of her feet slightly behind in order to keep her balance. Turning her head to one side and pressing her cheek against the glass, Emily managed to have all the requisite parts of her body pressing against the glass. She completed the pose by raising her hands up to either side of her head and pressing the palms against the glass.

"Fantastic pose," Sally thought, and she snapped the photograph.

Emily came back out through the door to see how the photo turned out. As the seconds passed, the image gradually came into view.

"No good!" they both exclaimed. The glass had reflected the flash back onto the camera.

Emily went back in and resumed the same pose as close as possible to the edge. Sally positioned herself against the opposite wall and snapped a second shot, hoping the angle was enough to avoid any reflection. This time it was, and a clear photograph was obtained.

"Fantastic," commented Sally.

"Wow," agreed Emily, "I wouldn't mind one like that for myself."

The double doors led into an ante room with a large cocktail dispensary and glass tables where, presumably, the hors d'oeuvres were placed before the meal. The girls explored a door at one end and found it led to a flight of stairs, which they assumed led to the kitchen below. The wall opposite was sheer glass, with a glass door at either end, behind which was the dining room proper.

The girls went through a door and marvelled at the luxury within. The long dining table was made of a glass surface supported by a polished metal frame.

"That's for me," announced Sally, and she climbed onto the table and lay face down on it, with her legs apart.

"Get underneath with the camera and see if it's feasible to get a good shot. Don't forget the flash angle."

Emily crawled underneath and lay on her back, pointing the camera upward and looked through the viewfinder.

"It's too close a shot directly underneath you, but I should be able to get a good shot from either your head end, or your pussy end. Which would you prefer?"

"Get my pussy in the shot whatever you do."

So Emily got herself into position and photographed from Sally's pussy upwards. Only the side of Sally's face was visible where it was pressed against the table surface.

"That turned out OK," said Sally, "Have you any ideas for your next shot?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Well I saw a good prop through in the ante room that should help provide us with the 'killer' shot that will be more outrageous than any of Susan's and Elaine's"

Emily was puzzled and followed Sally through. Sally went to the far end of the cocktail dispensary and produced an ice bucket. She then produced a stand for the ice bucket and placed the bucket in the stand. At just chair seat height, it was ideal, thought Sally.

"Get ready with the camera, Emily."

Sally stood astride the bucket and started to pee, making sure the stream was going to go into the bucket.

"Holy shit, Sally, where did that come from?"

"My bladder, now get ready to shoot 'cos I'm about to cut loose."

At that, Sally released a gusher which splashed straight into the bucket. Emily overcame her amazement and took a photo of this exhibition, and continued to watch as Sally continued to pee.

'I can't believe Sally is doing this,' Emily thought, 'I always thought Sally was pretty straight-laced. I wonder what's got into her. Not only that, I'm being out-exhibited tonight; first I was the only one wearing clothes, and now Sally does one of the best pees I've ever seen right in front of me. But it has given me an idea for what I'll do next'

Sally's pee dwindled and eventually ceased, and she found it most satisfying, because she hadn't peed since leaving her home to come to work, and, also because she got a thrill from peeing in front of Emily.

"As I said, Sally, where did that come from? And I wasn't referring to the pee, but the idea."

"I'll tell you later. Have you had any ideas about your next photo?"

"I have, actually, thanks to your little show, but we'll have to go to another part of the building."

Sally wondered what Emily was planning, but hoped it would involve peeing. She would certainly like to watch Emily do an entire pee rather than the glimpse she got the previous night.

"I'll get rid of this," Sally said as she picked up the bucket and emptied it down the drain of the small sink in the dispensary, "and then we can get moving."

Sally replaced the bucket and stand and the two girls set off.

This time it was Sally's turn to lag behind and have the opportunity to admire Emily's nice, smooth, bum. The view was better, for Emily went up two floors, which brought her bum almost in line with Sally's eyes as they climbed the stairs.

On exiting the stair and lift well, Emily led Sally round a corner and along the wall and entered the fire escape well. At the end of the landing, there was a door which Emily opened. Sally followed Emily into a storeroom which she recognised as one of those that was used to store old print-outs and program listings. She wondered what on earth Emily could do that was outrageous in this place.

Emily went over to a large box that was on the floor at the far end of a row of shelves, and retrieved a carpet tile.

"I'll need this," Emily remarked to Sally, and left the storeroom with Sally in tow.

Emily and Sally weaved their way through the maze of desks, plants, and, partitions, that filled the open plan office until they arrived at the desk within the enclosed area that Emily visited the previous night.

Sally remarked, "This is the desk where you had all the fun last night, isn't it?"

"Yes."

Sally examined the chair, "I don't see your cum stains."

"I wiped them off, but Anne didn't clean the handle of the stamp she had up her cunt."

Emily went to the drawer that contained the stamp and brought it out.

"See, Anne's juice has dried on the handle."

Sally observed a thin film of dried pussy juice, "He couldn't have been dealing with anything confidential yesterday."

Sally replaced the stamp in the drawer and closed it.

"So, what are you going to do with the carpet tile?"

"Watch."

Sally sat down in the chair and pushed it back to the end of the desk. Resting her left foot on the desk, she watched Emily finding a letter opener in the top drawer of the desk which she used to prise up a carpet tile.

Sally was intrigued. As she watched, her fingers wandered down to her pussy which was absolutely sopping, and badly needing attention.

Emily placed the new carpet tile into the space just created and stamped it into place. It was very noticeable because the pile was deeper and the colour darker than the older, worn, tiles surrounding it.

"I'm going to piss on the floor, or more accurately, this tile, which should absorb it all. I then replace the old tile and hide the used one back in the store room. That way, no evidence. Don't tell the others, though; let them think that we left the floor soaked."

Sally became even more excited at the prospect of a piss show from Emily, and played more intensely with her pussy.

"Are you wet, Emily?"

Emily placed her hand between her legs and wiped her pussy. Her hand emerged glistening with juice.

"Yes I'm wet."

"I know I have to take your picture, but could you pause your pee while I put the camera down after; I would like to try and bring myself off while you are pissing?"

"I'll try, but I might not be able to manage when I am pissing full force."

"I'll just have to be fast putting the camera down. Are you ready?"

Sally suspended her pussy play and picked up the camera. Emily stood on the new tile and spread her legs. The tile being 3 feet square was more than adequate to accommodate her.

"Get ready, here it comes."

Sally, still seated, aimed the camera such that the view not only got Emily, full length, standing on the floor, but also the corner of the desk, which all the other girls would recognise.

No sooner had Sally aimed the camera, a strong jet of piss left Emily's pussy and splashed on the floor. Sally fired off a shot and quickly put the camera on the desk, leaving the ejected photo to be detached later.

Emily's piss cascaded downwards and its splashes went onto surrounding tiles and soaked her feet and ankles.

Sally, her eyes riveted on Emily's pissing pussy, frantically pumped two fingers in and out of her vagina while hitting her thumb against her clit on each up-stroke.

Emily's eyes were fixed on Sally's pussy. She must bring herself off. Normally, she would have played with her pussy while pissing, but that sends the pee everywhere. Here the pee had to be contained, so she would have to wait until it had finished.

Sally still had a way to go before cumming, and could see that Emily's pee was weakening. She increased her efforts, but it looked extremely unlikely that she would cum during Emily's pee.

Emily, now desperate to finish her pee so she could get started on vigorous frigging, was forcing what remaining pee she had out. Her stream dwindled to dribbles, but even before it had finally stopped, Emily placed her hand over her pussy, dashed to the desk, and perched herself on the end opposite Sally.

Facing Sally, she placed one foot on the desk and let the other leg hang over the edge. Plunging three fingers into her cunt, she resumed her eye contact with Sally's pussy. Sally's excitement increased when she saw Emily dash to the desk, still dripping piss. Now she had a good view of Emily's cunt, and observing Emily's ferocious pumping, felt her own climax approaching.

Emily was so aroused that her climax wasn't far away to start with, but she needed one badly so she plunged her fingers in and out as deep and as fast as she could, all the time watching Sally.

Sally felt her climax build up and focussed her attention to her clit. That was the trigger and she tensed before shuddering as her orgasm swept through her.

Emily was so overwhelmed at the sight of Sally in the throws of orgasm, that her own orgasm was triggered. She had to grip the edge of the desk to stop herself falling off as the spasms wracked through her body.

After pausing for a few minutes to recover, the girls checked the photo. It had turned out good.

"Thank goodness," sighed Emily, "It would have taken me hours to produce a piss like that again."

Then they began to clean up their mess.

"What did you use to wipe the chair with?" Sally asked as she examined the smears of cream that she had spread.

"There was a box of tissues in the bottom drawer but we finished those."

Sally looked in the drawer, "There's a new box there now, unopened."

"We can use those then, I've quite a pool to mop up here."

Sally opened the box, took a handful of tissues and handed half to Emily. They mopped up, replaced the box of tissues, and replaced the original carpet tile. Pausing to examine the extent of Emily's splashes, they found that they were hardly noticeable unless specifically looked for, they went back to the storeroom with the used carpet tile. On the way they dumped the used tissues and tissue box top into a convenient waste bin.

As they walked, Emily again ventured, "So, Sally, what on earth possessed you to put on a piss show like that?"

"To be honest, I found out I enjoy the exhibitionism of peeing. I enjoy the feeling I get by pissing in front of somebody, I enjoy their reactions, especially my husband's."




Night Shift Pt. 04



"Oh, please tell me more."

So, as they made their way back to the computer room, Sally related her early evening's activities before arriving at work.

At the end of the story, all Emily could muster up was , "Fucking wow."

Back in the computer room, all the other girls swarmed about Sally and Emily anxious to see the photographs.

First they showed Emily squishing herself against the glass door.

"Where's that taken?"

"The Executive Dining Room," replied Sally.

"Oh, Wow."

Next was Sally on the dining table, then the one with her pissing in the ice bucket.

"Shit, Sally, that puts our exploits in the shade." Susan remarked.

Then the photo of Emily pissing on the floor was produced.

"Bloody hell, how on earth did you clean up that without leaving any trace?" Jacqui asked.

Emily tapped the side of her nose with her forefinger and said nothing.

"That's the bastard's desk, isn't it?" conjectured Anne.

"Indeed it is."

"Sorry to spoil everything," Sally announced, "But how is work getting on?"

"The last job's running now."

"Great, we get an early night then. I'll be staying until 8am because my husband is picking me up, and I'll have to write up my report, but the rest of you can go home now."

"Anne and I will be in the rest room for a while," Jacqui intimated.

"Oh? Any particular reason?"

Jacqui's exhibitionist quality broke through, "We're going to lick each other out in a steamy 69. If there's any film left in the camera, you can take some pictures."

"That would be nice, and I'll lock them up safely with the other photos," responded Sally, keeping in mind that she had no intention of so doing, but taking them home with her to show her husband.



Night Shift Pt. 05



Eighth Night: The New Girl

By Peethagoras

Foreword

Many thanks to those who have inundated me with requests for the next episode – here it is!

I must apologise for the erratic publishing of my stories, but my professional life takes priority. Even in these days of recession I find that my professional time is pretty well fully occupied, and, being a contractor, that means my personal time too. So, I write my stories while in between contracts.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this offering, and I am well advanced in formulating the plot for the next episode, which will be the last in the series.

Two Weeks Previously – 8am Monday, Start of Day Shift

"Good Morning, girls," Sally began, "As you know, Bob, the leader of 'B' shift, left to take up a post with a competitor, and Jacqui leaves us at the end of this week to take over his shift as shift leader. I think we all agree, it is a well deserved promotion. Congratulations Jacqui, we wish you all the best in your new post, and may the two boys remaining in that shift not inhibit you in any way."

Everybody knew what Sally meant.

"You also know that effective now, Emily is the newly appointed Deputy Shift Leader. Congratulations to you, Emily, and we all expect you to uphold the traditions of this shift. I am sure that Jacqui will endeavour to introduce our traditions to the girls of her shift once she takes over."

"You bet I will," interjected Jacqui, "and, if I can, I'll include the boys too."

"First task then is to get your girls to sit bare-assed on the photocopier and place the unmarked photocopy in the envelope that we started. Which reminds me, there is a pair of you here that has not yet copied your 'credentials'.

"In a couple of hours, there will be a new girl starting, so, for this week only, there will be seven members in this shift. Her name is Samantha, and she was recruited internally from another department.

"Emily, I want you to take Samantha 'under your wing' and induct her into the team. I am confident that your qualities, especially your exhibitionist quality, will make her a fully participating member of this shift."

Emily was dismayed at having such a responsibility placed upon her. She would not be able to have any fun on night shift during the breaks.

Sally continued, "I need not remind you that discretion is the key-word from now on. Overalls are to be worn at all times while on-shift; no naked bodies in the computer room. Anyone going on safari should disrobe well away from the rest room. In fact, any of our storage rooms out in the main office will lend itself very well for leaving your clothes in." Sally remembering well the storage room on the floor above that Emily showed her a couple of night shifts ago.

"Ok then, let's get to work."

The girls commenced their duties.



Midnight, Sunday, Samantha's First Night Shift

In the preceding two weeks, Samantha (now known more commonly as Sam), under Emily's guidance, had learned a lot about operating a mainframe computer. Thinking that the job was glamorous, Sam was soon brought down to earth when she found out that she was essentially a servant of the computer; the computer asks for a tape and Sam mounts the tape, the computer wants special forms to print and Sam feeds the forms into the printer. Nevertheless, Sam enjoyed the work.

In addition to the hands-on training given by Emily, Sam's training had been supplemented by several training videos using the equipment set up in a meeting room designated for use by the Data Processing Department. The equipment comprised a large screen TV (26 inches was the largest screen in those days) and a video recorder. Not VHS or Betamax, which had not long been on the market, but one of those favoured by media companies and organisations. The tapes were in cassettes, but were wider than in the domestic video recorders. There was no television receiver in the recorder therefore it couldn't record except from a TV camera, and there was no camera in the DP Department.

So Sam started on her first night shift. She was amazed to find that she was the only girl wearing jeans; everyone else was wearing a skirt and top, or a dress. Sam wasn't to know that the normal attire for a night shift was no clothes at all, and that it was easier to step out of a skirt or dress than to roll jeans down your legs and pull them over your feet. Conversely, it is quicker to slip a dress or skirt back on if you need to cover your naked body in a hurry.

The other girls had still come to work prepared, for it was their intention that on their breaks, while Sam was on duty, to go on 'safari' (as their naked activities were so named by Elaine on that second night). Even Emily came prepared for she had hopes of getting away on her own for a bit of naked fun.

The first hour of the first night shift of the week is always busy; the computer has to be brought back to life after its weekend in standby mode. At 1am, Sally announced that two of the shift could go on a break for an hour. Anne and Susan managed to get the slot and hastily left the computer room.

In the corridor outside, Susan asked, "What are we going to do? Everything within reason has been done and recorded on the Polaroid snaps, and we can't risk anything more daring for it increases our chances of being seen and probably caught."

"I've been thinking about that, and have come up with an idea. Follow me," Anne replied.

Anne led Susan down the corridor and went into the 'training' room where the video equipment was kept.

Anne continued, "I got the idea when I showed Sam how to use the video equipment for her training videos."

Anne opened up a cabinet adjacent to the stand supporting the TV and video recorder, and took out a cassette. "This tape is blank and I thought we could record our activities. We don't need to do anything new, just do what we have been doing, but we can record it live and show it to the rest of the shift,"

"But we don't have a camera," Susan pointed out.

"I thought of that too. Come with me," Anne said as she left the room carrying the blank tape.

Susan followed, saying, "Aren't we going to take our clothes off?"

"Remember what Sally said about keeping our clothes on when Sam is nearby. Besides, we'll be needing our clothes on if we are to carry out my idea."

Susan was intrigued. Anne summoned a lift in the lift and stair well, and the two girls went to the very top floor of the building. They left the stair well and turned left down the corridor until Anne opened a door and entered a large room. Down the centre of the room was a long table surrounded by chairs, at the near end of which was a stand, identical to the one in the DP room, on which stood a large screen TV and a video recorder. Connected to the recorder was a TV camera supported on a tripod.

"When the 'rising stars' of the organisation are presented with aptitude exercises, the whole thing is recorded for later scrutiny and the best bits are included in the company's own training videos." Anne said to Susan.

"Wow," was all Susan could muster.

Anne switched on the power socket and the equipment came to life. She inserted the blank tape into the front of the recorder and pressed a button. The TV screen lit up with a view of the room.

"That's it all ready," Anne declared, and she walked backwards down the room while she kept an eye on the TV screen.

After a few steps, Anne stopped and performed several movements from side to side, and squatting down. Seeming happy, she asked Susan if she could stand beside her. Once Susan was in position, Anne went to the camera and looked through the viewfinder. She tried a few zoom ins and outs and was quite happy.

Anne said to Susan, "I want you to operate the camera while I do a striptease. I'll show you the controls; it's quite easy. Then I'll capture you doing a striptease."

"I have to hand it to you Anne, this is a great idea."

Anne showed Susan how to operate the camera and resumed her position down the room.

"OK, start rolling," Anne instructed, "Remember to use the zoom for best effect, especially when I'm removing my bra and panties."

Susan hit the record button and Anne commenced her striptease by first unzipping her overall, and letting it slip to the floor. Underneath, Anne was wearing a short dress, quite low at the top, with a zip up the back. She stepped out of the overall that surrounded her feet, and, as she bent down to pick it up, she asked Susan, "Zoom in on my neckline and see if you can get a downward view of my tits. I'll take my time."

Anne slowly bent down to pick up the overall making sure that her ample breasts were well displayed, by checking the TV screen.

Susan, for her part, aimed the camera at Anne's neckline and zoomed in. Able to view down the front of Anne's dress, Susan sucked in air when she saw the swell of Anne's breasts straining against a bra, the cups of which she could not see. So Susan zoomed in closer to try and see more, but, although it showed Anne's cleavage to advantage, she still could not see the edge of the cups.

"That's the idea," Anne encouraged Susan.

Susan was getting very excited already, and Anne had only removed her overall. She felt her pussy getting moist and could not wait until it was her turn to strip.

Anne picked up the overall and tossed it towards Susan who simultaneously zoomed out. Then she reached her hands behind her back and tugged the zip of her dress, thrusting her breasts out in the process. Once the zip released at the top, Anne faced away from the camera so that her back was in view.

Susan, now into the swing of things, zoomed the camera in to Anne's hand as it slowly pulled down the zip. The dress parted as the zip lowered, revealing Anne's soft, unblemished, skin. Down the zip went, exposing a black bra clasp, then more white flesh, until it reached its base, revealing the waistband of black panties.

Susan zoomed back out as Anne slowly turned to face the camera. Now only supported by Anne's shoulders, the dress threatened to slip off. Anne held the dress in place against her breasts, but not before the dress slipped off one shoulder, exposing a black bra strap. Susan was eager to see what type of bra Anne was wearing.

Anne tantalised the camera by slowly sliding the dress off her other shoulder and gradually lowering the front. Susan, becoming very excited at the prospect of finally seeing Anne's bra, zoomed in for a better view. Gradually, Anne's cleavage came into view, as did the join of the bra straps to the cups. Susan's heart beat faster, her pussy now running with juice, as she viewed more and more of Anne's luscious breasts come into view. The cups of Anne's bra barely covered her nipples, the upper aereolae visible above the edges. The cups then seemed to plunge sharply, which was confirmed when Anne lowered her dress below her breasts, revealing a half-cup bra.

Susan, sensing that Anne was about to lower the dress the rest of the way, zoomed out, and just in time. Anne lowered her arms and shook her body, letting the dress fall to the floor. Stepping out of the bundle, Anne repeated the exercise of bending down to pick up the dress while Susan zoomed in the camera, before tossing that towards Susan.

Facing the camera in only her bra and panties, Anne reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Holding the loose bra against her breasts with one hand, Anne used the other hand to slip the strap off her shoulder. Exchanging hands, she then removed her free hand from the loop and slid the strap off her other shoulder. Exchanging hands again, she extracted her arm from the other loop. Then Anne held a cup in each hand against her breasts, at which point Susan zoomed in for a close up.

Anne slowly peeled the cups away from her breasts, revealing one nipple and then the other, and then threw the bra across the room. Susan was by this time highly aroused, and could feel that her panties were quite wet. Susan kept the camera focussed on the erect nipples while Anne showed off her breasts to the camera, by cupping her hands underneath them and manipulating them.

Then Anne slowly slid her hands down her body, and Susan zoomed out until her hands reached the waistband of her panties. Susan zoomed back in when Anne hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly pushed down the front. Lower and lower it went, exposing more and more, smooth, white, flesh, until the very top of Anne's slit was revealed. At that point, Anne turned her back to the camera and slowly lowered the seat of her panties until her bum was exposed. Then she pushed them free of her crotch, observing the sodden state of the gusset, and wondering if the camera would pick that up. Anne lowered her panties all the way to her ankles, bending over with straight legs so that her bum was fully exposed, and, hopefully, her pussy lips too.

Susan had zoomed right in as Anne was bent over and captured the sight of Anne's bum hole and plump pussy that was glistening with juices. As Anne straightened back up again, Susan zoomed out and captured Anne as she turned to face the camera in all her naked glory. Anne struck a few poses to show off her breasts and her shaved pussy before calling "Cut."

"Hell's bells, that was hot," Susan said to Anne.

"Your turn now," Anne said as she made towards the camera.

"Wait," Susan responded, "Can we leave the camera static?"

"Of course, but why? Don't you want the camera to zoom in on your charms?"

"Of course I would, but I particularly want you to strip me naked."

"Wow, that sounds really sexy. Of course I'll be happy to oblige," Anne enthused, feeling a rush of pussy juice in anticipation of removing all of her colleague's clothes.

Susan got into position while Anne started the recording. Anne joined Susan and immediately unzipped her overall and lowered it to the floor. Underneath, Susan was wearing a pink shirt and a black skirt.

"Is there any particular order you want your clothes removed?" Anne asked.

"Whatever you think will give the best effect," Susan replied.

So Anne unclipped Susan's waistband and pulled down the zip of her skirt, allowing it to drop around her ankles.

"You must do everything," Susan reminded Anne, "Even disposing of the discarded clothing."

"I can't lift your feet, you'll have to do that yourself." Said Anne.

"I'll do what you say when you want me to." Susan replied.

Anne crouched down and bade Susan lift one foot and then the other as she extricated Susan's skirt. During this operation, the aroma of Susan's pussy pervaded Anne's nostrils. Intoxicated by the scent, Anne raised her head to look for the source and found that her eyes were staring directly at the crotch of Susan's pink panties which was decidedly darker, due to it being soaked by pussy juice, than the otherwise pale pink of the dry portion.

"Susan, you are soaking wet," Anne remarked.

"Of course, your striptease didn't half turn me on."

Anne was tempted to pull Susan's panties down right away just to find out how wet her pussy was, but thought better of it lest she eat Susan's succulent cunt and forget to expose her lovely breasts. If Anne was going to eat Susan's pussy, they both had to be naked.

Next, Anne had Susan raise her arms while she pulled her shirt over her head revealing a white bra, then Anne made to go behind Susan to unclip her bra.

"No, reach round me from the front to unclasp my bra," insisted Susan.

Anne pressed her naked body against Susan, who raised her arms to allow Anne's arms to reach around her body and unclasp her bra. The two girls were of similar height and Anne felt her nipples harden even more than they were as her breasts pressed against the surface of Susan's bra.

Conversely, Susan's request of Anne to unclasp her bra from the front was sheer indulgence. She wanted to feel Anne's naked body tight against her, their breasts compressing, and their stomachs touching. Pity that her bra was in the way, for she yearned to feel Susan's hard nipples against hers, jousting with each other and eventually yielding. And the last barrier, her panties; without those, she could press her shaved mound against Susan's shaved mound, and feel her heat.

Anne unclasped Susan's bra and stepped backwards towards the camera as Susan lowered her arms allowing Anne to slip the bra off, then step aside to reveal Susan's gorgeous breasts to the camera.

'Now for the panties,' thought Anne as she crouched down for a second time. Her eyes were in line with Susan's crotch, which looked even wetter than a few minutes previously. Gingerly, Anne eased her thumbs into the waistband at either side of Susan's hips and gradually eased the panties down. Not unsurprisingly, the sodden crotch clung to Susan's vulva whilst the remainder of the panties descended. Gradually, Susan's vulva came into view, the crotch refusing to release its grip. Anne's eyes were riveted to the tussle before her. The waistband of Susan's panties now almost two inches below the vulva and the crotch still refused to let go of that fountain of juice.

Eventually Anne observed separation, and as she eased the panties down, strands of viscous cream stretched and then broke. Once off, Anne examined the crotch of the panties and found the gusset to be coated with a substantial layer of white gel, the fluid part of which had been absorbed by the panties.

"Holy shit, Susan, you are absolutely pouring cream," Anne remarked.

"There's more inside, I can feel it," Susan responded, and parting her legs a bit, said, "Watch."

As Anne watched Susan's pussy, Susan squeezed her vaginal muscles and forced out more of her cream which formed a lengthening 'stalagmite' that eventually detached and landed on the floor.

"My God," Anne exclaimed, "I've never seen anything like that before."

"I'm so turned on that I can keep on doing that, keep watching."

Susan repeated the expulsion of cream from her vagina.

Anne was getting really turned on by this and rashly suggested, "Susan, let me position myself so that I can open my cunt and see if you can squeeze your cream out to land in my hole."

"How do you propose to do that?"

"Easy, watch, and adjust the camera once I'm in position."

Anne lay on her back on the floor, then brought her knees up to either side of her breasts. Reaching her hands down over the backs of her thighs, she was able to part her pussy lips and open her vagina.

"I'm in position now."

Susan lined up the camera and asked, "What do I do now?"

"Straddle me one way or another so that your cunt is above mine and start squeezing."

Susan started the camera rolling and stood astride Anne, her feet either side of Anne's hips. She gradually lowered herself towards a squat, closely watching the position of her vulva making sure that it remained directly over Anne's welcoming cunt. The sight of the wide open pussy below Susan turned her on all the more. She could see Anne's engorged clit, the pee hole, and the open entrance to the deep vaginal shaft that was to receive her cream.

As Susan lowered herself, she found that the lower she got, she had less control of her balance and had to steady herself with her hands. The natural way was to place her hands on the floor in front of her, which allowed her to look down and see how her pussy was placed over Anne's pussy.

Now in position, Susan squeezed her vaginal muscles and forced out some of her cream, which landed on Anne's clit.

"That landed on my clit," Anne remarked, "Move back a bit so it lands in my vagina. It felt wonderful all the same."

Susan changed her position slightly and squeezed her vaginal muscles again. This time her cream landed on Anne's vagina, but was caught by the edge before slowly running into the hole.




Night Shift Pt. 05



"That's better," said Anne, "But I just looked up at the TV screen and I don't think that it's a very good shot because the way your body is leaning over me is blocking the light. Try leaning backwards."

"I'll try," replied Susan, "But I won't be able to aim as good."

"That's OK, I'll adjust my own position if necessary."

Susan gradually moved her hands backwards until, at the point where they were either side of her feet, she lost her balance and began to fall backwards. In a reflex action to regain balance, Susan rapidly moved her hands to the floor behind her, and, in that moment without support, her legs could not maintain the semi-squat position. Susan's cunt then came into contact with Anne's cunt and the searing heat of each transmitted itself to the other sending waves of ecstasy coursing through both girls.

"Sorry, I overbalanced," Susan said in shock. The only shock Susan experienced was the thought that Anne might have thought the incident deliberate. Personally, Susan had never felt anything more exciting in her life and longed for it to happen again.

"Don't apologise, it was an accident," Anne replied, all the time thinking 'That was fucking wonderful, how can I get it to happen again?'

Already having an exhibitionist streak in her, Anne now turned to brazenness and continued, "Actually, I found it very pleasurable, well, more than pleasurable, if I am honest, I fount it really exciting."

"Did you really?" asked Susan rhetorically, "As a matter of fact it was the most pleasurable feeling I have ever had."

"Do you think it is always that pleasurable?" ventured Anne.

"Only one way to find out," replied Susan.

"Let's find out then."

Susan brought her pussy back into contact with Anne's.

"Oh yes, it feels wonderful," declared Anne. 

"Yes it does, I'm going to try out rubbing my cunt up and down yours," responded Susan.

Lubricated by each others juices, Susan's cunt glided easily over Anne's. Slowly at first, but gaining in rapidity as the new found sensations consumed each girl.

"I could easily come," said Anne, "But in this position I can't return your movements, and my clit is barely grazing your cunt. In addition, my arms and legs are getting tired."

"What if we lay on the floor with our cunts facing and 'scissored' our legs as we brought our cunts together in a juicy vulval kiss?"

"Sounds good to me."

The two girls rearranged themselves into a diametrically opposed scissors position and pressed their cunts together. Each began moving their vulvas against each other, faster and faster as the sensations built up.

"Ooooh, your hot wet cunt feels lovely as it glides over my clit."

"So does yours, let's try and rub our clits together."

The girls changed rhythm and shortened strokes and 'fenced' each other with their clits.

"Uh I'm uh gonna uh uh cum uh."

"Me uh uh too."

Anne suddenly tensed, arched her back, and shuddered as an orgasm ripped through her body. Susan had to raise her hips in order to keep her cunt in contact with Anne's. She felt the release of Anne's vaginal juices against her vulva and then orgasmed herself, adding her own vaginal juices to the mixture. Then they collapsed back onto the floor, their cunts still in their lingering kiss.

After the girls regained their breaths, they disentangled themselves and surveyed the mess. Apart from their crotches and upper thighs being covered in pussy juice, there was a sizable wet patch on the carpet.

"What are we going to do about that?"

"We'll do what Emily did with the carpet tile the other night shift."

"Won't anyone notice the new tile?"

"If they do they will probably think the maintenance guys replaced a worn tile. If they noticed a wet tile, then questions are likely to be asked."

Anne and Susan cleaned themselves up, got dressed, and covered up the evidence of their activities. Retrieving the tape, and switching off the equipment they made their way back to the computer room.

"Do you think all that was captured on tape?" Susan asked.

"Probably not," replied Anne, "but we can capture it next time.

Susan smiled inwardly at the thought of repeating their act, "I can't wait. Do you know what they call what we have done?"

"No idea, if there isn't a name, we'll have to think of one."

At that point, Anne and Susan entered the computer room and placed the tape on the Shift Leader's desk. Anne mentioned to Sally that it was a new training video and that it should be assessed for suitability, and gave a wink of her eye. Sally immediately understood.

"OK, we're making good progress so Emily and Sam can take their break now," Sally announced, "I'm going to the training room to check out this tape. If it contains what I hope it contains, then it will be one of the best ideas ever, and such videos will be mandatory for all members of the team when they encounter that particular subject. Elaine, would you care to join me? I'm sure Anne and Susan will manager for a while, won't you girls?"

"No problem," Anne replied, "We know where to find you if there's a problem. Just let us know what you think of the topics on that tape."

As Sam and Emily left the computer room for their break, Sam wondered how long it would be before she reached the subject level of that video.

"What do you do in the breaks on night shift?" Sam asked of Emily.

"Various things," Emily replied, "But we usually explore the office while it is empty."

As the two girls wandered about the dark office, moving from one pool of light, cast by the emergency lights, to the next, Emily described to Sam the activities that the team got up to, all except their naked romps.

They had wandered through a couple of floors, passing comments to each other about the people who sat at various desks that they passed. They eventually came to the desk of that most disliked manager where Emily had peed not so long ago. Fond memories of that episode filled Emily's mind and she looked lingeringly at the spot on the floor where her pee had landed. The carpet tile that she peed on was not there of course, that was hidden in the storage cupboard nearby, but she wished she could just now retrieve that tile, swap it for the original that she was standing on, spread her legs and let loose a forceful piss, and defile the bastard's working area once more.

That was wishful thinking, for Sam was with her and such activities were forbidden. Pushing her desire to the back of her mind, Emily began to think of how to turn the conversation to the subject of naked romps when Sam chirped up, "What's so fascinating about that area of floor next to that arsehole's desk?"

Emily raised her eyes and looked at Sam, "Oh, you think he's and arsehole too?"

"I've never actually had contact with him, but he has a reputation of being an arsehole so I just refer to him as that. Anyway, my old desk is over there, can we go look at it?" Sam asked, pointing to the far side of the building.

"Sure, why not." Emily responded, and the two girls set off.

As they covered the twenty or so yards to Sam's old work area, Sam commented, "You know, the place is absolutely dead. Not another soul about. I'm surprised that you don't wander about the office stark naked."

Emily stifled a cough as her breath was taken away by Sam's comment. She stammered her response, "Well, er um ah we um er do."

"Oh, wow, that's brilliant," Sam enthused, "So how come you and the others are not naked now?"

"We didn't know how you would take it. We wanted to sound you out first and make sure that you weren't going to tell all your pals in the office about our naked romps. If that ever got out, there would be all hell to pay. We would have brought you in eventually. In fact, that's why you were assigned to me.

"I have an exhibitionist streak and am considered the naughtiest, and Sally thought that I would be the best person to induct you into our club."

They arrived at Sam's old desk.

"I like being naughty," Sam said, "If I was here working alone at night and all the lights were out except for the lights in this area, I used to get naked and sit at my desk. It really gave me a thrill. Why don't we get naked now?"

"I'm tempted, but we have to be practical," Emily replied, "First, we would have to carry our clothes, next, you are wearing jeans; if you had to get dressed in a hurry your jeans would be a major stumbling block – literally. We leave our clothes in the operators' rest room, so if we have to make a run for it, we can quickly get there and then get dressed."

"Who are you going to run from?"

"The security guards, they patrol the entire building every two hours. There has been an occasion when a couple of girls were out in the office and forgot about the time of the patrol and a security guard entered the floor from a stair well. Luckily they were at the far side of the floor and crouched behind a desk in the darkness. The guard checked the individual cubicles and swung his torch over the open-plan area as he walked to the next stair well and went to the next floor. The two girls got such a rush from the event that they sat back where they were on the floor and frigged themselves to climaxes."

Sam was becoming very excited at hearing that tale and asked, "Wow, that was REALLY naughty. What else did you all get up to?"

Emily told Sam all about the 'safaris' and how each safari had to try and better every previous safari. Emily finished by saying, "A few minutes ago you asked what I found so fascinating about that bit of floor by that arsehole's desk; well, on one safari, I pissed on that bit of floor."

"Holy shit!" Sam exclaimed, "I've peed into my waste bin, and I've peed into the plant tubs, but I never dared do anything as naughty as that. How did you hide it? There's no way it would dry out before morning."

Emily giggled, "I never thought of peeing into the plant tubs, I must try it. Anyway, that's what everybody else thought, and they were expecting ructions when my mess was discovered, but it was all planned and no evidence remained."

"How did you manage that?" Sam asked.

"Let's head over to the desk and I'll show you, but we will pop into a storage cupboard on the way."

As the two girls walked over, Emily asked Sam, "So tell me about your peeing into your bucket and the plant tubs."

"Well," Sam went on to say, "I told you about me getting naked when I was working late alone, that was really a progression of my peeing. When I needed to pee, I cringed at the prospect of stumbling across the dark office from my own well lit area to the toilets. In fact I was scared of the dark. So I held my pee until I had finished my stint of overtime. On one occasion, I was absolutely desperate and could wait no longer. Fortunately, I was wearing a skirt, so I scooted to the edge of my seat, placed my waste bin beneath, spread my legs, pulled my panties aside and peed into the bin."

"What did you do with the pee?" Emily asked.

"I poured it into one of the plant tubs." Emily continued, "From that point on, I just peed into my bin whenever I felt the need; I actually got quite a thrill from the naughtiness. One time, I was wearing trousers, so I lowered them, but I couldn't spread my legs wide enough, nor get my bin underneath the chair. So I took the trousers off completely, and I felt a great feeling of freedom as I stood with no trousers on. Then it occurred to me that I didn't need the bin, so I stood against a plant tub facing the plant, spread my legs, pulled my panties aside, and peed. That didn't work too good 'cos the spray wet the gusset and dripped onto the floor."

"So what did you do?"

"I moved the tub to cover the drips; these big plant tubs are pretty heavy. Next time I took my panties off too, and that worked better when standing. I found that squatting at the edge of a wide-base plant pot – that one just across from my desk, if you can see it from here," Sam pointed with her hand in the direction they had come from to a shallow, large diameter tub that contained several cacti, "- gave the best results.

"It was then that I realised that I was half naked in the office, so I decided to go completely naked and see how that felt."

"And how did you feel?" inquired Emily.

"Highly excited. So much so I diddled myself to a climax. It became routine for me to strip naked and stand or squat against a plant pot and pee into it, and then bring myself off. To prepare myself for the night's work, I used to drink lots of fluids so that my piss would be all the more satisfying."

"Wow, and I thought that we were the only ones being naughty," Emily commented, and directed Sam towards the stair well "We're taking a short detour now, over to that cupboard."

They walked into the cupboard, which was in fact a reasonably sized storage room, and Emily closed the door and switched on the light. Sam saw shelves stacked with boxes of computer print-out.

"This is one of the storage rooms that we use for keeping our listings," Emily explained as she extracted a carpet tile from behind a stack of boxes, "They are kept in case a systems programmer has to refer to something in the event of a problem."

Emily indicated a box that contained new carpet tiles, "As you can see, the maintenance boys keep stuff nice and handy in here as well. The tile I have is one I took earlier, and is the one I peed on."

Emily held the tile directly below the light, and there was a shadow of a stain covering most of the tile.

"Now I'll show you how I did it," and Emily shut down the storage room and the two girls went over to the arsehole's desk.

"Watch and learn," Emily said to Sam, and opened the top drawer of the desk. As before, Emily took a paper knife and used it to prise up a carpet tile. She then replaced it with the one she had been carrying and stomped it into place.

"Now all I had to do was place my feet on either side of the tile, like this," Emily placed her right foot on one join of the tile, and her left foot on the opposite join, "and then release my piss... just like this."

A stream of piss fell from under the hem of Emily's overall and spattered on the carpet tile between her feet. Sam was enthralled by seeing this and felt a rush of juices in her pussy.

"SHIT!" Emily exclaimed, and her stream of piss abruptly stopped, "I've pissed my panties."

"You didn't mean to then?" Sam asked with some surprise.

"Of course not," Emily replied, "in my enthusiasm I forgot I had panties on. I don't usually have panties on when wandering about the office."

Somewhat disappointed, Sam ventured, "Oh, and I thought you were a girl after my own heart – pee in your panties if you feel like it."

"You wet your panties? Deliberately?" Emily asked with incredulity.

"Yes. That's the bit I left out when telling you about pissing into the plant tubs. I wasn't always naked, quite often I was wearing my panties."

"Do you enjoy wetting your panties?"

"I love it. I love the feeling of my warm piss soaking into the gusset and spreading all over my pussy before it penetrates and cascades from my crotch between my legs. Didn't you feel anything like that?"

Emily paused while she recalled the sensations she was receiving before she was struck by the realisation that she was pissing herself.

"I suppose I did. In truth, it felt very pleasurable – I suppose that's why I took so long to realise I was wetting my panties and stop my piss."

"What's the extent of the damage?" a now very turned on Sam eagerly asked.

Emily raised her overall to show Sam her peach coloured briefs which displayed a wet patch that covered her vulva.

"Minimal," remarked Sam, "Now, the question is, are you going to continue your pee? In your panties? After all, you've started so you might as well finish."

"Alright then," agreed Emily, "but I'm going to take my overall off so I can see myself."

"Good idea," concurred Sam.

As Emily was hauling her overall over her head, to reveal a peach coloured bra to match her panties, Sam undid her jeans and pushed them down.

"What are you doing?" asked Emily.

"I'm going to wet my panties too – I don't see why you should get all the fun. Do you think that carpet tile will be able to absorb two pees?"

"No, it barely absorbed my last pee – I had to carry it back flat else the excess liquid on the surface left a trail of drips back to the storage cupboard. You can always use one of the plant tubs over there," Emily replied as she pointed through a gap in the screens that partitioned the area.

Once Sam had removed her jeans, revealing a pair of violet briefs, Emily resumed her pee. This time she concentrated as her pee spread over her pussy, relishing the spreading warmth. The stream soaked through the already wet panties quickly and cascaded onto the carpet tile, splashing her feet and ankles. She looked up and saw Sam watching her intently, intensifying her already high excitement, knowing she was being watched as she wet her panties like a naughty child. Emily then just let her pee flow full force. It was powerful and it hissed within her panties as the force pushed the gusset away from her labia. She felt the heat spread upwards over her mons and up her buttocks. Rivulets of hot piss escaped past the elastic on either side of the gusset and meandered down the insides of her thighs and calves. Emily was in heaven. She wanted to violently rub her pussy while her piss flowed, but resisted the urge lest her pee splash beyond the boundaries of the carpet tile. That would have to wait till next time. Next time... when would that be? As soon as she got home, she decided, she would put on a pair of clean panties, step into the shower cubicle, and piss for all she was worth while rubbing her pussy vigorously. Now, Emily's stream dwindled rapidly and ceased. Her bladder empty, Emily just stood while the drips of excess piss left her crotch.

"That was the most amazing experience I have ever had – I have never before felt sensations so intense." Emily remarked.

Sam, who had just enjoyed the show of a lifetime – watching someone piss their panties – was highly aroused. There was an obvious damp spot in the gusset of her panties where it covered her vagina and she was going to expand that spot rapidly in a few seconds. This time she would have an audience, a kindred spirit. She wanted to put on a good show for Emily, really soak her panties. Maybe, if she had the courage, ask Emily to take down her sopping wet panties and, hopefully, feel Emily's breath caress her wet, tender, skin.

"Come on, Emily, I want to piss my panties like I've never pissed in them before, and I want you to watch," Sam urged as she moved towards the group of plant tubs.

"Hang on, my panties are still dripping. I don't want to leave a trail," was Emily's response.

Sam had reached the plant tubs, "Hurry."

"Fuck it, I'll take my panties off," Emily replied as she slid her panties down, letting them drop to her ankles.

Sam paused while she watched Emily drop her panties, admiring the neatly trimmed 'landing strip' just above the cleft of her vulva. As Emily walked over, Sam remarked, "You're only wearing your bra now."

Emily unhooked her bra and slid it down her arms as she completed the distance to Sam.

"There, now I am naked, just as I usually am on night shift. You may as well get naked too, we can march into the computer room like this and give the other girls a shock."

"I'll leave my panties on, at least until I've wet them," Sam replied as she pulled her T-shirt over her head and removed her bra, dropping the clothing on the floor.

As Sam stepped into a shallow, wide based, tub that contained several succulent plants, Emily admired her nicely formed breasts with proud nipples. The compost was covered in a layer of smooth pebbles which gave a desert like appearance that emulated the natural environment of the sparsely distributed plants.




Night Shift Pt. 05



Turning to face Emily, Sam asked, "Should I stand or squat?"

"Whichever you prefer. You can pee another way the next time."

"I prefer to stand," Sam said, "I like to feel my hot piss run down my legs."

"I know what you mean," Emily commented, "Some of my pee ran down the insides of my thighs and legs, and it felt very nice."

Sam stood with her feet about 18 inches apart and started to pee with no announcement.

Emily, however, had been watching Sam closely, and noticed a rapidly expanding dark patch in Sam's crotch that preceded a cascade of golden piss which splashed onto the pebbles beneath. The flow intensified, and, as with Emily earlier, generated a hissing sound. That is where the similarity ended, for Sam's piss came out with such force that it could not escape her panties quick enough. To Emily, the excess appeared to flow upwards over Sam's mons to almost the waistline of her panties. The bulk practically formed a jet that exited through the crotch of her panties and oscillated from side to side, running down one leg, then the other, while the remainder landed on the pebbles between her feet. Pee overflowed from either side of the gusset as it had with Emily, but in greater quantity.

Emily was mesmerised by the exhibition before her. Not in her wildest dreams did Emily think that she would find watching another girl pee her panties in any way arousing; on the contrary, her reaction would have been one of disgust. Yet here she was watching another girl deliberately wetting her panties and finding it the most erotic act she had ever witnessed. Emily was saddened when Sam's pee waned and eventually ceased.

As soon as her flow stopped, Sam took off her panties and wrung the excess piss out onto the pebbles. Emily noticed Sam's totally bare pussy and commented, "Another shaved pussy in the team, only Elaine and myself have hair down there. Perhaps I'll just have to shave it all off."

"I want to watch," Sam said as she stepped out of the plant tub.

Both girls surveyed the 'damage' – a substantial area of pebbles were quite wet, but the compost beneath had easily absorbed Sam's pee.

"That'll dry by morning," Emily remarked, "C'mon, we'd better get the carpet tiles switched back and clean ourselves up. Are you game to go back into the computer room naked? I would love to see their faces when we walk in without our clothes on."

"Ooh yes, that'll be a wheeze."

The two girls gathered up their clothes and, after hiding the soiled carpet tile in the storage room, cleaned themselves up in the toilet before heading off to the computer room. On the way, they dumped their clothes in the operators' rest room.

Back in the computer room, Sally, Anne, Susan, and, Elaine were lounging around, reading magazines, while the batch jobs executed, one or other of them periodically glancing at the console in case the computer required a tape change, or a new box of print paper. Tapes were turning, disks were spinning, and, the line-printers were clattering away. The level of noise was so great that no-one heard the computer room doors slide open. Emily and Sam managed come up behind the other four operators unseen.

It was Sally, who was further back than the others, who noticed something on the floor out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head to better see what had caught her attention and saw a pair of bare feet and ankles. Raising her head, she then saw bare knees and bare thighs. Continuing to raise her head, she saw a vulva, a bare mons veneris, and, now looking upwards, a bare stomach and bare breasts, all belonging to the new girl.

Sally immediately jumped out of her chair, knocking it back on its castors, exclaiming, "Holy shit!"

The other three girls turned around to see what the commotion was and were dumbfounded on seeing Sam and Emily stark naked.

Without hesitation, Sally announced, "Oh Yeah, c'mon girls, let's get back to normal night shift operations," and started to remove her clothes.

The remaining clothed girls began undressing even before Sally had finished the sentence.

It was the fastest stripteases that Sam had ever seen.

"Welcome to our shift as a full participating member," Sally said to Sam, and gave her tight hug, relishing the soft, warm, flesh pressing against her.

Each of the shift hugged the new girl in turn.

"Hey, Sally," Emily interjected, "Are you putting on weight? Your tummy looks a bit swollen."

"Sort of," replied Sally, "I'm pregnant."

So it was now Sally who was tightly hugged by all the other members of the shift, naked body against naked body.

"Tell us all about it"

Sally told her shift about the events of the day following that first night, and how she had lapsed taking her contraceptive pill.

"Enough about me," said Sally directing her question to Emily and Sam, "What did you two get up to?"

"We pissed our panties," Emily responded unashamedly.

"What?" exclaimed everybody except Sam.

"You heard, we wet our panties."

"Coo, a double accident," Susan suggested, "How did it happen?"

"It wasn't entirely an accident," Emily admitted, and went on to relate exactly what happened.

During Emily's dissertation, there were exclamations such as, "You enjoyed it?", "I can't see myself doing that", "Deliberately?", etc.

After Emily had finished her story, with embellishments from Sam, Sally asked the question, "What did it feel like, you know, wetting yourself?"

"It's hard to describe, wouldn't you agree, Sam?" Emily replied.

Sam nodded.

"After I had my little accident, I reflected on the sensations I felt as I peed in my panties, and realised they were very pleasant," continued Emily, "So, with encouragement from Sam, or was it urging, I finished my pee in my panties, and very enjoyable it was too. That's my best description, beyond that all I can say is try it for yourself. If you don't like it, then don't do it again. I will add, though, that my state of sexual arousal had a lot to do with it."

Sam added to Emily's statement by conveying her own feelings.

"Well," Sally announced, "I, for one, am going to try it."

"Now?" Elaine asked.

"No time like the present," Sally responded.

"So you'll go home with wet knickers?"

"Perhaps, or I might just go commando."

"I don't know if I could wet my panties," said Anne, "I think I would have to see someone else do it first to convince me."

"I'd do it for you," Emily chirped up, "Except I don't have a pair of dry panties."

"I do," Anne contributed, "I always carry a spare pair."

"That's the other thing," Emily sighed, "I don't need to pee."

"Neither do I," Sam agreed.

"I could always drink lots of water," Emily suggested.

"That would take ages to make its way through your body," Sally commented, "And time is pushing on."

"There's only one thing for it," Sally had resolved, "I'll wet my panties first and if anyone else wants to follow suit, they can."

"Where will we do this?" asked Elaine.

"I know," Susan suggested, "In the upstairs training room. We can tape it."

"Great idea," said Sally, "But what are we going to catch our pee in?"

Susan responded with, "There are plenty of waste bins there, we could empty them down the toilet along the corridor."

"Sounds good to me," said Sally, "Let's all go then."

"What about the computer?" someone asked.

"It'll be OK for a while," replied Sally.

The girls slipped their panties back on, except for Sam and Emily whose panties were in the rest room and were wet anyway, and made their way to the top floor. Anne dived into the rest room to get the tape.

While Anne and Susan set up the camera and video equipment, Elaine gathered up several waste bins.

"Careful," Anne said as Susan inserted the tape into the recorder, "We don't want to wipe off any of our earlier activities."

Susan pressed the play button and the TV screen leapt to life. The scene showed Anne lying naked on the floor, her body gyrating and her tits wobbling, and a bare leg draped over Anne's groin, its foot on the floor by Anne's breast. Everything else was out of frame.

"What did you two get up to?" Sally inquired.

"Looks like they're tribbing," Sam mentioned before either of the other two could answer.

"We were rubbing our cunts together," Susan, almost innocently, replied.

"Yes, tribbing," confirmed Sam.

"So that's what it's called," said Anne, "We thought we had found something new."

"You'd have had to have been around at the dawn of time to have invented tribbing," commented Sam.

The tape now set at the end of Anne and Sally's session, everything was set to shoot Sally piss in her panties.

Sally positioned herself astride a waste bin and Susan, who eagerly volunteered, focused the camera with Sally in the frame. Susan did a few test zooms on Sally's crotch, admiring the camel toe the cotton of her violet floral patterned white panties formed over her vulva. Susan, satisfied with the shot, called "Run."

"Sam," Sally beckoned, "Is my position OK? I don't want to miss the bin."

"Yes, your fine. The panties will absorb the force of your pee and send the stream straight downwards between your legs."

"Here goes then," declared Sally.

Susan kept all of Sally in the frame until she noticed a small wet patch forming.

"It's coming," commented Sally.

Susan zoomed in on Sally's crotch and captured the expanding wet patch. Then drops of Sally's pee penetrated the gusset and eventually formed a stream as her pee strengthened.

"Oh my God, this is unbelievable," Sally enthused, "It feels absolutely amazing."

At that point Sally ceased controlling her flow and just let it go. The thick stream of pee cascaded from the crotch of her panties and, just as Sam stated, landed in the bin. The wet patch spread further over her panties.

Susan zoomed out to capture the stream flowing from Sally's panties into the bin. She then zoomed out further to capture all of Sally, who was looking downwards, watching herself pee her panties.

"Look at the camera," Susan instructed Sally.

Sally complied and Susan captured a smile of absolute ecstasy on her face as the pee continued to flow through her panties into the bin.

Meanwhile, Anne and Elaine, had been watching Sally's exhibition closely and were surprised how erotic they had found it. Anne's earlier apprehensions were now dispelled, although, if she had been honest, she was intrigued by the thought of wetting her panties but was too afraid to say so in front of the others. Elaine was also converted, while Susan was relishing controlling the camera and zooming in and out of Sally's pissing crotch. Both Emily and Sam, who had earlier watched each other piss their panties, were thoroughly enjoying the show.

Inevitably, Sally's pee came to an end and she stepped away from the bin, glancing into it to see how much she had peed. "OK, who's next?" she asked.

Emily interjected, "We'd better watch our time. I suggest a threesome if you want to participate."

Susan, Elaine, and, Anne, readily agreed.

"Who's doing the camera?"

"No me," said Sally, "I want to frig as they pee.

"I'll do it," Sam volunteered.

"I'll use Sally's bin," Susan said as she stood astride it and faced the camera.

Anne and Elaine grabbed a bin each and positioned themselves alongside Susan.

Sam adjusted the camera and zoomed out until all three occupied the frame. "Could you all come together a bit closer?" Same asked.

They moved closer together so that one's foot touched her neighbour's foot while standing astride their bins.

Sam, happy that she was going to get the best shot, announced, "Run."

Susan was the first to start. Her pee just poured through her panties from the start. She was so enthusiastic after watching Sally that she just cut loose.

Anne and Elaine, on hearing the splash of Susan's pee landing in Sally's pee, looked round and, without any further hesitation, let their pees go almost simultaneously.

Sam waited till all three girls were in full flow and zoomed in to the crotches of each girl's panties, panning from one to the next and back again. Where Elaine was concerned, the wet panties showed the darker area of her pubic hair.

"Your pubic hair is going to have to go, Elaine," Sam said.

"What about Emily's?" Elaine retorted, still peeing strongly.

"Hers too, I think we should all be shaved," Sam declared.

Sally, who all this time had been sitting on the floor rubbing her pussy through her wet panties while watching the three others piss themselves, agreed, "Good idea Sam, maybe tomorrow night we can have a shaving session."

"I'm game," added Emily, who was also sat on the floor with two fingers up her cunt, "Who's going to shave me?"

"I will," Sam said without hesitation, all the time shooting the action.

"I'm running out of pee," Susan declared.

Anticipating that the others may also be about to dry up, Sam zoomed back out to get all three in the frame.

"Keep it going a bit longer girls, I'm about to cum," pleaded Sally.

"Me too," grunted Emily.

Sally came just as the last few spurts left Susan's pussy, and Emily came just after. As Emily's climax was subsiding, Anne and Elaine finished their pees.

Sam kept the camera rolling after all three pees had finished and asked, "Well, did you like that?"

"It was fantastic, I never thought peeing myself could feel so good."

"I felt really naughty, but I felt sensations that I never thought existed. I'll do that again."

"I still have a feeling of disgust at the thought of peeing myself, but I have never felt so aroused having done so. I would still hate to have an accident, but on my own, or with you, I will enjoy wetting my panties."

Sally completed the accolades, "When my husband gets home from work tomorrow, or, rather, tonight, I'm going to wet my panties in front of him."

The tidy-up was accomplished quickly, three of the girls emptied the bins down the toilets along the corridor, while Anne replaced the video equipment as she had found it, after removing the tape, of course. Sally and Emily hurried back to the computer room in case the computer was waiting on a tape, or a special form for printing.

Back in the computer room, Sally was relieved to see that everything was running just as she left it.

"Things are going really smoothly, we should get home early tonight," said Sally, "Only one more job after this lot is done."

The remaining girls trooped in, Anne, Susan, and, Elaine, still wearing their wet panties, as was Sally. Sam was completely comfortable being naked, and the rest of the shift was completely comfortable with Sam as a member.

The news that it was going to be an early night was announced, and the girls lounged around the computer room on whatever seats could be found and waited for the computer to require something.

Sam got a seat next to Emily and they got into conversation about their experiences that night.

"You said earlier that you liked the feel of your pee running down your legs?" Sam asked of Emily.

"Yes, I did."

"So do I," Sam continued, "I wonder if it feels the same with someone else's pee running over your body?"

"I wouldn't know...," Emily replied, and then paused to contemplate such a scenario, "...It would be interesting to find out."

"I think so too, would you like to find out?

Emily delayed her reply while she thought. Was this leading where she thought, nay, hoped it was leading?

"I suppose I would, do you want to try it?"

Now Sam paused to think, "Yes, but only with a close friend who is likewise thinking and prepared to forget all about it if either party doesn't like it."

"I'm likewise thinking, would you consider me a close enough friend?" asked Emily.

"After all that we have done together tonight, of course you are a close friend. I couldn't tell anyone else what we got up to. Shall we try it?"

"Fine by me, where and when can we try it? Do you live on your own?"

"No, I live with my parents, what about you?"

"I share a flat with two other girls. We could go there after work, but we would have to wait until they go to work then we will have the flat to ourselves."

"Sounds good to me, we'd better start drinking a lot of fluid."

"Good idea," Emily responded, her heart beating a bit faster in anticipation of what was to come.

Sally announced, "Last job running."

A printer started clattering and continued for about five minutes, then all was silent, well, about as silent as it can get in a room full of whirring equipment.

"That's it girls, all jobs complete. Let's get the tapes dismounted and placed on the trolley for return to the tape library, and then we can go home."

Emily stayed with Sally after the rest of the girls had gone to the rest room to get dressed. She noticed Sally attaching a written note to the tape they had just made and placing it in another shift leader's drawer.

"What are you doing?" 

"I'm leaving the tape for Jacqui, we exchanged drawer keys when she took over her shift so we could keep her in the loop," replied Sally, "I've marked it 'Training Video – Eyes Only'."

"I'd love to find out what she thinks of it. Have you had anything from her?"

"Just three photocopies of unidentified female genitals."

"At least she's making progress."

"Time to go," said Sally.

Emily noticed that four of the chairs had damp patches where wet panties had obviously been sitting, and pointed it out to Sally.

"Let's hope it dries by the time day shift comes in," is all Sally could say.

When Emily and Sally got to the rest room, all the other girls were dressed. Sally raised the hems of the skirts of Elaine, Anne, and, Susan, and found they were still wearing their wet panties, which were beginning to dry out. Everyone giggled.

Emily and Sally got dressed, Sally keeping on her wet panties, but Emily didn't put hers back on.

Sam said to Emily, "I kept my spare dry panties for you, I'm wearing jeans so I don't need them.

"Thanks Sam, but I won't need them either, since it is still during the night, we will be going home by taxi, so I'm going commando."

The taxis were ordered, Sam and Emily sharing since they were going back to Emily's place. Sam handed Emily a can of juice from the 'fridge' and opened another for herself.

On arriving at Emily's place, Emily signed the taxi chit and the two girls went up to Emily's flat. Her two flat-mates were still in their beds as it was only just after 6:00.

"We may as well make ourselves comfortable in the living room," Emily said, "maybe you'd like some breakfast?"

"Some toast would do me fine," Sam responded.

Emily went over to the kitchenette to prepare the toast. "Tea or coffee?" she called back.

"Coffee please, I don't want to be falling asleep just yet."

"Good idea."

As Emily and Sam munched their toast and drank their coffee, they learned more about each other. While they waited for Emily's flat-mates to leave for work, they had several more cups of coffee and discussed what they were planning to do. They decided that the best method was to use the bath.

Emily's flat-mates left for their respective jobs at the back of 8 o'clock and Emily heaved a sigh of relief, "At last we have the place to ourselves."

"Thank goodness," Sam concurred, "I'm dying for a piss after all that coffee."

"Yeah, me too. Let's go to my room and get our clothes off."

The two girls went to Emily's room and removed what little clothes they had on; neither girl wore panties, and neither had bothered to put theirs bras back on before leaving the office. Emily went to a drawer and took out a clean pair of panties and slipped them on. Sam took her spare pair of panties from her bag and slipped them on. They adjourned to the bathroom.

"Can I go first, I'm quite desperate?" Sam asked.

"OK, but I'll take my panties off first – I don't want them getting wet yet," Emily agreed and she took off her panties and climbed into the bath. She lay on her back as best she could, but her knees were sticking up.




Night Shift Pt. 05



Sam got in and stood astride Emily, but her ankles dug into Emily's sides and Sam had difficulty keeping her balance.

"This isn't working out," Emily declared, "Let's go back to my room, I have an idea."

Sam made her way back to Emily's room while Emily pulled a stack of towels from the airing cupboard on the way. Emily laid half of the towels on the floor, half unfolded so that the width could accommodate a body, and still leaving adequate thickness to absorb the pee.

Emily lay flat on her back on the towels and Sam stood astride her at the waistline.

"I think it will be better if I kneel astride you," Sam suggested, and kneeled down. 

She adjusted her position so that when erect on her knees her crotch was above Emily's navel, and when lowering herself, her crotch was above Emily's pussy.

"I can't hold it any longer," Sam announced, and raised her body as pee soaked the crotch of her panties and flowed onto Emily's stomach.

"Oooh, that's nice and warm," Emily purred as she watched the pee pour from Sam's panties, "Keep it flowing."

"I said I was desperate," Sam said, "I'm just going to let it all go."

Sam opened up her floodgates and generated a loud hissing sound. Pee escaped the crotch of her panties and trickled down the insides of her thighs. She watched as her pee landed on Emily's stomach and flowed off either side of her body.

"Lower yourself and see if you can pee on my pussy," Emily pleaded.

Sam lowered herself and her pee traced a line from Emily's stomach, over her pubic hair, where it bubbled, and then the flow poured onto her vulva.

"Oh, that's heavenly, your piss is so hot and is sending tingles throughout my cunt. Go and pull your panties aside and give me the full force of your pee."

Sam, without pausing her pee, pulled the crotch of her panties aside and her piss jetted out from between her pussy lips with such force that it spread up Emily's body and flowed just below her breasts. On seeing this, Sam raised herself so that her stream landed on Emily's tits.

"Oh Sam, this is just amazing, I don't want it to end."

"I'm afraid it has to, I've run out of pee," Sam declared as her stream dwindled and died.

Sam stood up and removed her panties in readiness for Emily's piss.

"Throw me a hand towel from that other bundle," Emily asked, " I'll need to wipe myself before getting up or I'll be dripping all over the carpet."

Emily wiped the excess pee from her body, and dried her pussy and bum thoroughly before putting her panties back on. She then scooped up the wet towels and placed them against a wall, and, laid out the rest of the towels for Sam to lie on.

Sam laid on her back on the towels and Emily knelt astride her as she had done with Emily.

"How would you like this?" Emily asked.

"Just as I did with you," Sam replied.

Just t make sure her position was correct, Emily lowered her torso as to sit on her heels but halted when her crotch came to rest on Sam's mons veneris.

"Does this position seem OK to you Sam?"

"Yes, you will get my tummy when you kneel erect, and my pussy will be well showered from where you are now."

"Good, here comes the shower," Emily announced as she released her pent up pee.

Sam felt a sudden warmth over her mons veneris and looked down to see golden pee flow through Emily's panties like a vauclusian spring forming a pool contained by her crotch and escaping through the gaps between Emily's thighs and Sam's torso.

"Raise yourself slightly and allow your hot piss to flow over my cunt," Sam commanded.

Emily was only too happy to oblige. As Emily raised her body the pool dissipated over Sam's vulva, and her pee flowed directly onto Sam's pussy lips.

"Oh, that's gorgeous," expressed Sam, "It's so lovely and warm. Don't run out before you douse the rest of my body."

Emily raised herself gradually until she was kneeling erect. Her pee flow moving over Sam's mons and abdomen to finally splash into the depression of Sam's navel. The hot rivulets cascaded either side of Sam's body generating tickling sensations that Sam had not experienced before.

"Oh Emily, I hope my piss was as good for you as yours is for me, I can't believe how beautiful this is. Pull your panties aside and spray my tits, I need to know what that's like."

Emily pulled the crotch of her panties aside and let her pee gush at full force. She manoeuvred up Sam's body until she was spraying Sam's breasts.

"Wow, Emily, that is amazing."

Emily managed to keep peeing for a few more seconds, and, once finished, Sam said, "Get your panties off and sit on my face, I want to lick the piss drips off your cunt."

"Only if I can do the same to you," Emily responded, "And, be warned, there is more fluid there than my piss."

"Be my guest," invited Sam, "But I fear that it is your piss that you will be licking from my cunt, plus my other juices."

Emily took off her wet panties and knelt either side of Sam's head. She lowered her cunt onto Sam's mouth and lay forward on Sam's torso to bring her mouth into contact with Sam's cunt. Sam's legs were spread to allow Emily in, and, just as Emily was about to part Sam's pussy lips with her fingers, Sam excreted a small quantity of piss that flowed over her pussy lips and ran down the crack of her arse.

"Lovely," Emily commented as she licked up the pee from Sam's pussy lips and then parted the lips with her fingers and delved her tongue into the pink canyon between.

Meanwhile, Sam had licked the pee from Emily's pussy and had also plunged her tongue between Emily's pussy lips. Now gathering pussy juice, Sam ran her tongue up and down Emily's slit, penetrating her vagina, and caressing her clit.

Emily, feeling the sensations from Sam's attentions, reciprocated her actions. She particularly liked the feeling of Sam's hard clit against her tongue and gave that special attention.

It was not long before Sam was tensing up and screaming, "I'm cumming," and, exuding an abundance of cream from her vagina, which Emily lapped up enthusiastically.

Sam's orgasm had disrupted her attentions to Emily's pussy, and when Emily's hand brushed her chin as Emily massaged her clit, Sam apologised and resumed licking Emily's cunt.

"It's all right Sam, I'll frig my clit, you stick your tongue into my hole; I'm close to cumming."

Then it was Emily's turn to gasp rapidly, tense, and, orgasm, releasing copious cream over Sam's tongue.

Emily, exhausted, collapsed on top of Sam, her eyes inches from Sam's cunt, which she admired while she recovered.

Sam, also exhausted, had a magnificent view of Emily's cunt.

"Hey Emily, do you have any pee? Let it go, I want to see exactly where it comes from."

Emily managed a short squirt which wet Sam's mouth and chin, but Sam was able to see that it came from a barely visible hole just above the vagina.

"Did you see?" Emily asked.

"Yeah, here's some of mine."

Sam forced some more pee from her bladder, allowing Emily to see her pee hole.

After a few minutes of recovery, the girls got up and cleaned up the mess. They put the used towels and wet panties (including those from their work), into the washing machine. After starting the wash, they went to the bathroom and stepped into the bath. Sam drew the shower curtains around the bath and Emily turned on the shower head and adjusted the temperature, and they washed each other down.

"No point in you going home now," Emily suggested, "Why don't you grab some sleep her and then go home."

"That's true, both my parents will be at work until this evening, but where will I sleep?"

"In my bed, silly girl, it is a double. And you won't need anything to wear."

"Sounds fine to me," Sam responded and she followed Emily to her bedroom and they cuddled up in bed together.