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Object of Desire Ch. 01

By: trixiej



The male parts in this tag story are written by NotReallySure.

Object of Desire

He:

I stepped out from the elevator into the hotel lobby. I had no idea why I was even there, except that I knew that if I didn't do it, I would regret it the rest of my life.

It all started out so innocently. I had read a story on Literotica which caught my eye. This led me to the bio page of a female writer, who had published a number of other stories as well. I found myself looking up from my computer, a half hour later, after finishing the last one.

There was something about the stories which captured my imagination. They were all ostensibly biographical, but the writer had been careful to avoid any description of the main character in her stories. However, there was something about them that conjured up a powerful image, of an incredibly sexy woman.

As I lie awake that night in bed, before drifting off to sleep, I found myself fantasizing about the woman from the stories. In my dream, she was straddled over me, her face close to mine, nipples brushing gently across my chest. Despite the lack of any physical description, I found myself imagining a very specific woman in my fantasies, with long brown hair, soft sensual skin, and breasts which were just large enough to swing pendulously below her as she rocked her hips.

The fantasy unfolded further, my imagination wandering freely as I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, it was as if I had spent the entire night in the embrace of this mysterious woman.

The next day, I sent my unknown author an email, expressing my thanks for sharing her erotic visions with me. After all, it was the least I could do to repay her for having provided me with such a wonderfully sexy focus for my fantasies. I assumed that it would all end there, or perhaps with a brief note of thanks in recognition.

However, it seems that this woman had other ideas. She seemed to like the idea of being a focus for my fantasies. She even sent me a (censored) photo of herself. And after a brief exchange of pleasantries (and teases), she decided to go me one further – she told me she was sending me a video clip related to my fantasy. Almost without warning, it appeared in my inbox.

I have to admit that, when she first said that she was sending me a clip related to the fantasy that I described to her, I was somewhat skeptical. After all, reality is seldom (if ever) as satisfying as fantasy, and it was hard for me to see how a video clip downloaded from the web could add much to the experience. So it was with some hesitation that I opened the file that she sent.

I was wrong. Really wrong.

The clip was not LIKE my fantasy. It was EXACTLY my fantasy. It was the woman from my fantasy, down to almost every last detail.

The man in the video (not surprisingly) didn't do much for me. But the woman. Ohhhh, the woman. Grinding herself onto him as she bent over him, nipples grazing his chest. Kissing passionately as every possible inch of exposed skin slid in exquisite contact. Her right arm wrapped tenderly around his head. And then the little gesture that really got to me - the sensuous flip of the right wrist, the hand deftly tucking some stray hair behind her lovely ear. Then straightening up to take him deeper, her head rearing back, knees rearranging themselves to clasp his sides and support her weight, her hips undulating with the rhythm.

My mouth was hanging open when it finished. After I got over my original astonishment - and arousal - I rewound it to watch it again. Whereupon I was faced with even more surprises. My thoughts as I watched it through for the second time were:

What a goddess. The most erotic thing I'd ever seen. She looked almost familiar, somehow. Hmmm, the shoulder-length brown hair. You know, I must be crazy. I only saw a photo from the front, mostly clothed. If I didn't know better, it could just possibly be the same woman, naked from behind. Hmmmm. The camera angle was fixed, as if someone who set it up in their bedroom to tape themselves. Glancing down at the filename - "Trina6". Nooooo, it couldn't be....... Could it????

I have to say, just the thought (however unlikely) that it might actually be her made me instantly...... well, it made me. With chills running up and down my spine at the same time.

I didn't know what to say. Except that I found it incredibly difficult to get any real work done for the rest of that day.

We continued to exchange emails for the next few weeks. I don't know what kept her writing, but I was absolutely enthralled at being let into the mind of a woman who actually liked sex, and was happy to encourage my fantasies. Of course, I knew the difference between fantasy and reality, and was careful not to step over the line. But somewhere along the way, the distinction became blurred – I found myself wondering about the possibility of actually meeting this woman some day. Sex wasn't the issue – I was fascinated at the idea of having the opportunity to round out my picture of her, to experience the whole, to hear her voice and maybe feel the touch of her fingertips.

The opportunity came sooner than I expected. I had a business meeting scheduled in her city, with the chance to extend my trip for a day without incurring any undue curiosity from my coworkers. Did I dare even suggest it?

I agonized over it for a night. As I drove to work the next day, I still hadn't decided. But as I sat down at my computer, I found myself composing a note. I suggested that we meet in a public place, where she would feel safe. I simply wanted to see her, to experience her in person.

I don't even remember what else I said. I only remember feeling like a fool for even entertaining such a silly idea. What woman would put herself into such an impossible position?

And then she said yes. She agreed to meet me in the lobby of my hotel, on the evening after my scheduled meetings.

I don't even remember the flight, or the business meetings that day. All I could think of was the anticipation of that evening. I made my excuses for not joining my coworkers for dinner that night, claiming fatigue from the long day of negotiations, and hurried back to my hotel to shower and change. As I closed the door of my hotel room behind me, I thought, "What an idiot you are! You won't be able to get even one intelligent word out of your mouth. Do you have any idea of how big a fool you are about to make of yourself?"

The elevator doors opened, and I had no choice but to step out into the lobby. I glanced around the room, trying to pick her out of the crowd, not sure whether she would even show up. And then I saw her.

She:

My friend Jo thought I was stupid. Really stupid. I had only one confidante who was up to speed on my internet erotica project, and the burgeoning email relationship to which it had led. She was incredulous that I should meet him. My boyfriend certainly didn't know how far it had gone, but not even I knew how far it had yet to go.

I had many 'positive' responses to the stories I had submitted to the Literotica website, not as many full-on perverts as you'd think. The first four stories were already typed up and ready to post with a few minor adjustments – I had put them in black-and-white many years before as part of a game to titillate my partner – and, right from the first one being approved, the response was immense. I could not believe how many men (and women) were reading about my sordid tales of sex with strangers.

It hadn't crossed my mind beforehand but being a woman and writing such uninhibited tales was giving me an invigorating power. Men wanted me, they wanted to do many, many things to me. They wanted to be acting in the role of the taxi driver or the meter man who got so very lucky in my memoirs. It felt so good. Not that I was lacking in attention at home you understand – I was very happy in all aspects of my life – but I'd always had a wicked side, a naughty, dark, sexual side. This was feeding my need to be naughty.

David emailed me shortly after I had submitted a tale of illicit hotel sex with a bell-boy. He was so polite compared with the others, polite but chatty, and I took an instant shine to him. We exchanged emails and, maybe because he was less forthcoming in telling me what he wanted to do with me, I began to get more involved. First, a photo, with my face blurred out. Then one night, after a few glasses of wine, I felt the urge to send him a one-minute clip of me having sex with my ex-husband. I was on top – David's favourite position for fantasizing, I had learnt – and the camera angle meant you couldn't see my face. So no harm there, I thought, just naughtiness. But over the next few weeks he saw quite a bit more of me on that squeaky single bed, and now here he was - standing in front of me, smiling nervously, in a hotel lobby.

I felt fairly confident in going there. He had emailed me his home and work addresses for me to check him out. He was on a business trip in London and suggested we could meet at his hotel, a busy up-market joint in the West End, maybe have a few drinks in the bar. I agreed, realizing I was perhaps playing with fire. But something had awoken in me. I felt the Trina of 10 years ago resurfacing, I felt powerful again, and it was quite possible David was going to get both barrels.

I traveled into town the week before our meet to check out the hotel – reassure myself that it was a suitably bustling environment in which to meet a stranger. All seemed well and there was one final email off David before he left for his trip just to check I hadn't changed my mind. I hadn't, he hadn't. 

See you in three days.

I was thoroughly nervous all day before our 7pm meeting time. I suddenly realized that what I had long been planning to wear might be construed as a little too 'eager'. I spent all day thinking and re-thinking – this was a difficult one for a girl to call. I genuinely did not know how far the evening was going to go, but no matter how politely we spoke about the meeting there was always the underlying factor that had driven us together – sex. It was hanging gratuitously in the air above us, slithering below us, suffocating the air around us as we exchanged emails. There was an unwritten promise that something might happen.

That being the case, my best lingerie was a no-brainer. I started from scratch in planning my outfit and, for underwear, dug out a black lace ensemble that I was fond of, with tiny red roses embroidered along every edge of the panties and bra. I had been wearing hold-up stockings in the video clips David had seen and wondered whether he would like me to do the same tonight. They always seemed to make me feel extra sexy so I went for it, black with lace tops of course. A stylish knee-length charcoal grey skirt, my favourite black boots and a low-cut black shirt were each laid out on the bed. Perfect: sexy and stylish, slightly mysterious yet saying 'come and get me', not too obvious yet catching the eye of any heterosexual man. It was only 3pm...

After at least six changes of mind I was leaving my flat at about 6pm, perfect make-up, glossy hair bouncing as I walked to the station in just the outfit I had laid out on my bed a few hours earlier. The evening was fresh and still, full of people on their way home from work or on their way out to dinner ... or on their way out to meet a strange - married - man at a hotel after emailing him videos of you getting screwed.

I was sat on a leather chair in the lobby when he showed up. He smiled down at me, saying a rather hoarse "hi". I stood to shake his hand, not knowing what else to do, and we looked at each other for what seemed an age. I could tell he was trying hard to look only at my face, and not be a typical man, so I thought I'd rescue him. "Shall we go to the bar then?" I said with a smile, and walked on ahead. 

We sat with our drinks in the corner. He was typically complimentary about me, I asked about his meeting, he asked about London, I asked if we could do another story together... A few hours, and drinks, later I suddenly realized we were still laughing and chatting and – more pertinently – there was touching of each other's arms, knees and hands as the flirting escalated. I decided to let a foot dangle by his shin under the table, let the hard toe of my knee-high black boots prod and eventually stroke his leg. 

He smiled and looked at me as I grazed his trousers under the oak table. "You're much sexier in the flesh you know," he said.

"That's a lovely thing to say," I replied. "Flattery will get you everywhere." I let out a chuckle. "I'm off to powder my nose."

I rose from my chair, picking up my bag, and concentrated on leaving the table and walking over to the ladies' room with the maximum slinky sexiness. Despite three or four glasses of wine I thought I carried it off well – surely well enough for him to be staring at my ass as I walked away.

In the confines of my toilet cubicle I took a few deep breaths and tried to think clearly for a moment. He seemed a totally genuine guy – and I liked to think I was a good judge of character (though don't we all?) – and on top of that I was getting hot for it. I did some minor adjustments to my lingerie, checked my hold-ups were still clinging perfectly to my thighs and went out to touch up my make-up. I thought I looked good, and replacing the lipstick that had been deposited on the evening's wine glasses only served to boost my confidence further. Back out I went...

I approached the table and noticed he had finished his drink. He looked up: "I think it's my turn to buy, Trina."

"Or we could just take a bottle of champagne up to your room?"

He sat and stared. His mouth moved a little as if he was going to reply, but nothing came out. I began to wonder whether he wasn't too keen. "Shall I sit back down?" I laughed nervously.

"No no no no," he said, standing. "Sorry I was just shocked. I mean, I wasn't really expecting... um, I'd love to obviously." He took a deep breath. "Look, sorry. I've just been convincing myself you wouldn't want to 'see my room' so that there was no danger of me being disappointed tonight. I guess I wasn't expecting you to suggest it, either. Let's go get some bubbly."

With that we were on our way up in a lift to his room, a bottle of iced champagne and two glasses on order with room service. Thankfully the lift had a few other guests in, heading off any chance of an uncomfortable moment. We got to the fifth floor and I followed as he stepped out into the corridor. Just a short walk, through the fire doors, and then he pulled the card-key from his pocket. Room 512 opened with a click.

He:

She was what a hack writer would have described as "a vision of loveliness". No one feature stood out, but the whole was everything that a man could dream about. She was breathtaking – literally so. I found myself unable to speak an intelligible word.

She put me out of my misery by standing up to shake my hand, and then suggested that we move to the bar off the lobby, where we could talk. I gathered what few wits I still had about me – those that were still left after her touch on my hand drove most of the remaining intelligent thoughts that I still had right out of my head – and followed her into the bar.

Only two minutes into our first meeting, and this was not going at all as I had expected. I had underestimated the power of my fantasies, and the effect of confronting them head-on. I barely noticed the barmaid who took our drink orders.

The conversation started awkwardly. But within ten minutes, I was relaxed and enjoying myself. She had a way about her – simple, direct, and unaffected. We exchanged stories about the restaurant that she managed, and the projects that I'd been involved in, laughing together at people and things. We shared experiences about raising children, some hilarious and others not so at all.

I quite literally lost track of the time. And I felt completely at ease, just enjoying the opportunity to be with a warm, articulate, and appealing woman who seemed to be enjoying herself as well. Somehow, she was no longer the "object of my desire" who left me tongue-tied; she was a friend, sharing herself freely and expecting nothing more than that in return.

I realized with a start that over three hours had passed, almost unnoticed, and thought that, while I had no desire for this evening to end, she probably needed to be on her way. I was just about to say something that would give her an opportunity to make her excuses and go, when something happened to distract me entirely.

I felt the tip of a boot stroke my leg once slowly. And then again.

All at once, sex reared its ugly head once more. Except that it wasn't ugly at all – it was wonderful and overpoweringly seductive. The "object of my desire" had returned, with a vengeance. Except this time, it wasn't in the guise of some fantasy figure – it was a real live flesh and blood woman, who turned me on and made me laugh at the same time. The combination was irresistible.

I looked up at her, and her eyes were sparkling, with a wicked gleam. Without thinking, I said the first thing that came to my mind: "You're much sexier in the flesh, you know."

I regretted the words almost as soon as they left my mouth, fearing that they would put a damper on what had been such a lovely evening. But she just smiled and said "What a lovely thing to say! Flattery will get you everywhere, you know."

She got up and excused herself to go powder her nose. I found my eyes riveted to her bottom as she sashayed across the floor, hips swaying seductively under her skirt. The promise was unmistakable, but I was reluctant to break the spell of such a wonderful evening by suggesting that it might turn into something more. I gulped down my drink, and tried to come up with some clever way out of my dilemma.

I was still debating my next move when she returned. Not wanting to make a mistake, but not wanting the evening to be over yet either, I said the first thing that came to mind: "I think it's my turn to buy, Trina".

Fortunately, she was a woman who knew her mind, and wasn't afraid of speaking it. "Or we could just take a bottle of champagne up to your room?"

It was like looking my fantasy right in the eye. I was speechless. Trina must have thought she had said something wrong, and I saw she was about to get flustered. I liked her too much to let her feel uncomfortable about having made such a wonderfully bold suggestion.

"No no no no," I said, standing. "Sorry, I was just shocked. I mean, I wasn't really expecting... Oh, hell yes - I'd love to!" I took a deep breath. "Look, you turn me on more than any woman that I've ever known. I've just been convincing myself that you wouldn't want to 'see my room', so that there was no danger of me being disappointed tonight. I guess I wasn't expecting you to suggest it, either. Let's go get some champagne."

That wicked smile returned to her lips, and the sparkle to her eyes. I had to have her. I would return tomorrow to my family, and she to her boyfriend. But for just this moment in time, we only wanted each other.

I stopped off at the register to sign my bill and order a bottle of champagne to my room, and we moved off to the elevator, with her arm linked sexily in mine. As the doors opened, I leaned forward to enter the elevator and sweep her into my arms, until I suddenly realized that there were an elderly man and woman standing there. I stumbled into the elevator, pulling her behind me as I suddenly checked my "move".

"Pretty suave, sailor!" she laughed. The elderly couple raised their eyebrows, but didn't say a word. They didn't have to. I pressed "Five" and we rode the rest of the way up in smirking silence. As the elevator doors opened, I grabbed her hand and we ran down the corridor laughing. The key card worked the first try (thankfully), and I let her into my room.


Object of Desire Ch. 01



I turned to throw my jacket over a chair, and I heard the bed creak. I looked back to see her spread out on the bed, leaning on one arm with her legs stretched out deliciously. I sat down next to her on the bed, and all hesitation disappeared.

I leaned over to wrap my arms around her, pulling my head down to hers. Our lips met in a wet, open-mouthed kiss. All of my passion released itself in that embrace, her body molding itself into mine, the softness of her arms folding itself around my neck and the ripples of her muscles under her clothing promising unspeakable delights.

An irreverent thought popped into my head – I bet this is what she'd call 'snogging'! I found myself smiling as we kissed.

She broke suction as she leaned her head back, with one eyebrow raised: "So what's so funny?"

I laughed and took the simplest way out – I pulled her face back to mine and buried her mouth in another kiss, my tongue searching for hers. She relaxed and melted into my arms. I was just about to slide my hands under her blouse when a knock came at the door.

"Room Service!"

I jumped off the bed, her head falling back on the pillows, and ran to the door. I signed the slip and took the tray with the bottle and two glasses from the bellboy's hands. Before he could protest, I reached into my pocket and shoved a few bills into his hands. I think it must have been the best tip he had all night – he tipped his cap and said "Have a good evening, sir!" as I almost slammed the door in his face.

I walked back into the room and put the tray down on the table. And I turned back to Trina, waiting for me on the bed.

She:

We were sharing a delicious kiss when the champagne arrived. David hurriedly tipped the bellboy and virtually threw the tray on to the table. A drink was not on his mind. I smiled as he came back over to me on the bed and lay down next to me, facing me. His hand went instinctively to my waist as he moved to kiss me again, pulling me towards him. I reached round and held his ass, my leg wrapping around his knee, my skirt riding up slightly. We lay there on our sides kissing for what seemed an age, exploring each others mouths softly, and his hand began exploring beneath my top, first up and down my back, then gradually around the front to my bra. I could feel him getting hard, through his trousers and my skirt, against my thigh.

I pushed away slightly and began unfastening his belt with my hand, then the button and the fly. I looked right into his eyes as I reached into his trousers, delving inside his pants to seek out his cock. I found it, throbbing and hot, and squeezed as I leant forward for another kiss. His hand had roamed upwards and was gently squeezing my breasts as I toyed with his dick, both of us now letting out gentle groans as the stimulation increased.

I pushed myself up and began unfastening my shirt – he watched transfixed. "I'd ask 'how do you want me?' but I think I know the answer to that," I said with a smile as I threw the shirt to the floor and readjusted my bra. I intended keeping my lingerie on for a little while yet.

"I think 'any way' would be a fair answer," he replied, subtly kicking off his shoes over the side of the bed.

I unzipped my long black boots on kicked them to the floor, then stood by the bed and slowly unzipped my skirt, letting it fall slowly over my hips to reveal my finest panties and the black stockings. I stood for a moment, a pause for him to stare, then crawled slowly and deliberately onto the bed on all fours, heading for the open fly of his trousers.

I pulled them down, expertly hooking away his socks too as they left his legs, and then returned to drag away his pants. An attentive cock lay there for me, waiting, twitching with anticipation. David sat up and pulled his shirt off over his head, not even bothering with the buttons, and lay back down all the while his eyes fixed firmly on my curves in black lace.

By now I was poised over his groin, and his left hand had reached out to stroke up my leg to my ass and up my back. I placed a hand on one of his thighs and began kissing the other one softly, working my way in the obvious direction, slowly and surely, as his hand traced the contours of my body. 

When my lips finally reached his groin I glanced up to check that he was watching my mouth rather than my body. He was staring as I placed the first soft kiss on his balls, then another at the base of his stiff cock and worked my way up the underside, turning it into the wettest lick I could muster when I reached the end. My right hand pulled his dick upright so that he could see perfectly my wet mouth closing over the end, my left hand reaching up to pull my hair to one side. I opened and looked up at him as I lowered my lips to his throbbing head, working the end of my tongue on his hole as he entered my mouth. He sighed loudly, and I continued lowering till I had as much of his cock in my mouth as I could handle. I sucked a full-mouth suck, a loud gurgling suck, and my left hand pushed his thighs apart so I could caress his balls.

I lifted back off again slowly, making a point of leaving as wet and slimy a coating on his cock as I could. I knew full well we weren't going to need it, I was almost leaking into my panties, but I knew how horny that would look. My mouth released the end with a gasp, I squeezed his balls and licked and re-licked the throbbing tool in front of my face. He smelt of man. And now I was beginning to get hungry.

I indulged in one more long suck around the end of his cock, gradually building the pressure as my mouth tightened, and then sat back. He had a look of pure lust, which only grew as I reached behind to unfasten my bra, tossing it away. I crawled between his open legs and knelt upright, hooking my thumbs into my panties and slowly pushing them past my stocking tops to my knees. 

"God you're divine," he said, as I returned to a crawling position and moved slowly towards his face. I worked the panties down my calves and kicked them away as I did so, my knees then moving either side of him to straddles.

I kissed him briefly, then sat back and smiled down at him. "I do hope the reality can match the fantasy, David."

"It already does, Trina," he smiled back. I reached down beneath me, raised myself with my left leg, and held his dick upright. I wanted him to watch as he entered me for the first time. I made a point of watching too, gave the base of his shaft one last squeeze, and lowered the mouth of my pussy on to him. As he entered his whispered something I couldn't catch, and I kept hold of the base as I slid all the way down, taking him centimeter by centimeter, my hot wet tunnel devouring its prey.

I let go when he was all the way in, and my hands returned to being either side of his shoulders. I held the position for a moment, merely squeezing him gently inside me, and we kissed a soft, tender kiss. His hands were on my back, his strong arms holding me, and we both moaned softly as I began to move on him.

"I can't believe we're finally fucking," I said as I grazed my erect nipples over his chest, gyrating my body with him inside me, varying the pressure on my clit as I pressed against him. "It could be a long night."

I pushed back and sat upright running my hands over his chest and switching to more pronounced movements as his hands slipped down to my hips. I was determined this first fuck would be all he imagined.

He:

When she stood up to wriggle out of her skirt, I think I stopped breathing. There she stood, a sexy apparition in black lace bra and panties, with sheer black thigh-high stockings accenting her shapely legs. Every man's wet dream. There was an aura about her - she positively glowed with sexual promise.

I was still frozen by her incredibly erotic visage, when she crawled slowly back onto the bed, and up between my legs. She wasn't waiting for any more signs. She wanted sex, and she wanted it with me. I had never been with a woman who wanted me like that. I felt like a fly caught in a spider's web. Except that this fly was very much looking forward to being captured.

I watched mesmerized as she pulled my pants down my legs, my cock springing to attention. I felt the delicious touch of her fingers on one thigh as she reached down to touch her lips to my other thigh, mouth beginning a slow crawl up towards my groin.

I sat up part-way so my hands could reach over her back, tracing the curves of her body, feeling the oh-so-soft skin as it yielded to my touch. I leaned back as I felt her lips touch the underside of my balls. For the moment, this was all her show, and I allowed myself to luxuriate in her touch.

I stared at her mouth as she took my cock in hand and swallowed me whole, sucking me deeply into her throat. She tickled my balls, slurping and licking my rock-hard prick. The sensations were overwhelming – I didn't know whether I could hold out much longer. I hated the idea of coming so soon, but I was no longer in control of myself – my body was her tool to play with.

Just when I thought it was going to be too late, she sat up licking her lips with a wicked grin. She reached behind to unhook her bra. Her breasts bounded out naughtily, as perfect as their promise – two luscious handfuls with erect nipples bouncing at their tips.

There was no wasted motion. She crawled up my legs, hooking her panties with her thumbs to pull them down in one fluid motion as she moved forward, lifting one leg and then the other. The panties trailed off her leg and were tossed to one side as she reached her goal, her perfect ass perched at the base of my groin, with my cock captured at the juncture of her thighs.

She hesitated just a moment, and as I caught her eye, I said, "You really are a Goddess." She leaned over to kiss me, our mouths sucking as she pulled away again.

"I do hope the reality can match the fantasy, David."

My smile of happiness was plastered across my face. "It already does, Trina". In fact, it was way beyond anything that I had imagined. For once, reality had totally trumped any possible fantasy that I could have had.

She didn't wait any longer. Reaching down to grab my cock in her hand, she lifted one leg and slid my cock slowly into her wet pussy, one inch at a time, shifting her weight to bring her hips down over mine. Her slippery wet heat engulfed me, her pussy lips spreading in an erotic embrace around my cock.

When I was completely inside, she leaned over to take my lips in hers in a surprisingly tender kiss. Her shoulder-length brown hair fell like a scented curtain around our faces.

I reached my arms around her, pulling her to me, wanting to feel every possible inch of her exposed flesh as her body molded itself into mine. She raised up slightly against the pull of my hands, her erect nipples grazing across my chest, as her hips began a slow grinding gyration against me. And then she said the exact words that had popped into my head: "I can't believe we're finally fucking".

I had nothing more to add to that. And even if I had, the sheer bliss of her fucking had rendered me speechless.

She pushed herself back up, bracing her hands against my chest, beginning a delicious twisting motion with her hips. It wasn't just up and down, or side to side – it was a constant rolling and pumping that kept me in exquisite contact with her inner core, rotating her pelvis to stimulate every nerve ending in my cock, while maintaining a constant pressure from within to inexorably incite her own arousal.

I wanted this feeling to last all night, but I didn't know how much longer I could keep from coming. The sensations were too intense, and kept building without letup.

I reached up to stroke her bobbing breasts, tweaking her nipples alternately as she raised and lowered her hips over my rock-hard and almost bursting cock. I stared at the juncture of our bodies, mesmerized by the slick surfaces sliding within and around each other, the lips of her pussy flexing wetly around my prick.

I forced my gaze up her body, past her flexing stomach to her breasts dangling with pointed tips, jiggling in time to the rhythm. I looked past her slender neck, over her pouting lips framing her half-open mouth, the tip of her tongue peeking out as she panted slightly in her exertion. But my eyes then locked with hers, riveting my attention for good. There was a look of sheer lust. And mischief. And tenderness. It was a look that pierced me to the core – a look that I knew I would carry with me forever.

There was something else, as well. Her arousal framed her face like a halo. She positively glowed.

Her hand came up to stroke my cheek, and then, with a seductive flick of the wrist, her fingers tucked the strands of her swaying hair behind one ear. It was a subtle, almost insignificant move, but the beauty and the grace of her motion burned itself indelibly into my memory. I knew instinctively that the images of her lovemaking would continue to provide me with many happy memories for a very long time to come.

Just when I thought that I had managed to bring my arousal under control, she reached back behind her ass to stroke my balls. The move caught me by surprise, and I knew there would be no holding back for me. I grabbed her, pulling her down to my chest and burying my face in the hollow of her neck. I made a motion to lift her up and slip my cock out before it was too late, but she clamped down tightly and whispered into my ear, "Come inside me, it's OK." 

My hands slipped down to her hips, which began a wild gyration – an indescribable combination of twisting and rolling which brought her pubic bone into exquisite contact with mine. A few moments of this and I was driven over the edge.

My hips thrust upwards into her straining thighs, driving me deeply inside of her pussy, as my cock spurted again and again. This seemed to drive her over the edge as well. I felt her pussy contracting around my cock as she trembled against me, first once and then a second time. My cock kept spurting, in smaller and smaller ejaculations, and she milked every drop of come out of me. Her arms were wrapped around my head, as she slowly relaxed onto my chest, her body trembling occasionally from the aftershocks of her own orgasm.

My cheek nuzzled against hers, my lips nibbling gently at her ear. Her body lay limply in my embrace, my hands running slowly over her soft curves, from her thighs over her ass to her shoulders and back. I felt her breathing slowly relax, as her heartbeat returned gradually to its rhythm at rest. I was at total peace.

I don't know how long we remained like that, but she eventually slid off me, whispering in my ear, "I have to use the loo." She left a huge void next to me, as she shifted her weight and swung her legs off the bed. I was too drained to open my eyes, but I heard her feet padding across the carpet, and the creak of the closing door. Then came the cute tinkle, and the sounds of water running.

When she exited the bathroom, I was still in bed, leaning back on a pillow. I drank in the simple and unaffected beauty of her incredibly sexy body, and realized with a sinking feeling that the evening was probably not far from being over.

She walked over to her purse, pulling out a cellphone, and hit a speed-dial button. She listened for a minute, and then spoke into the phone: "Hi, Jo. Is everything all right?........ Great........ Yes, everything is fine here." She flashed me a wicked grin. "Listen, I might be very late. Would you mind staying the night and getting her off to school in the morning?......... Oh thanks, you're a doll. See you tomorrow."

With that, she closed her phone and placed it back in her purse. She turned back to me with a shy smile, her face seeming to frame an unspoken question. I couldn't speak, myself – I just lifted the blanket and patted the bed next to me. She slid into bed, wrapping her arms around me and burying her face in my chest.

I reached over her to turn off the light, and we snuggled into the bedsheets. She sighed and then twisted around in my hands, grabbing my arms and wrapping them around her like a cloak as she snuggled backwards. Her warm body fit perfectly into my embrace, her back pressed tightly against my chest and her rounded tush nestled snugly into the bend of my groin.

There are many types of heaven. I had already experienced one of them that night, when she undulated above me as we made love. Now I experienced another type of heaven, with her luscious body engulfed tenderly in mine. Every square inch of touching skin was a center of exquisite sensation. I buried my face in her hair, breathing in her intoxicating scent, cherishing every minute of this gift that I had been given.

I didn't want to move, so as not to break the spell. My hands seemed to have a mind of their own, though, as they slowly stroked her body, tracing the line of her breasts, past the curve of her stomach, over the softness of her thighs, and then back up, fingers lingering to briefly entangle themselves in her pubic hairs. My lips also seemed to be acting of their own accord, pursing themselves to plant occasional kisses on the back of her head.

I would have been perfectly content to spend the rest of the night like this. However, another part of me, surprisingly, seemed to acquire a bit of new life. My prick, which was nestled between the globes of her asscheeks, twitched slightly, growing slowly harder as it started regaining some of its former robustness. She must have become aware of it, because she started undulating her tush gently back against me, further stimulating my cock's revival.

I was still only semi-hard when she turned her head back to me and said sleepily, with a smile on her lips, "It seems like someone isn't yet done for the night."

I had no idea if I had it in me to go another round, but I suddenly felt the need to taste her. I kissed her cheek, nibbling down her chin and onto the soft curve of her neck. I pressed her shoulder down gently to the bed, turning her onto her back as I lifted my leg over hers and buried my nose in the hollow of her armpit, kissing her upper arms and then licking upwards. The heady smell of her scent and sweat aroused me even more.

I touched my lips and tongue to her neck, trailing them downward towards the hollow between her perfect breasts, then following their curves to her nipple, which rose slowly to harden under my insisting tongue. I rose up to kiss my way over to her other nipple, which responded in turn.

Her flesh was intoxicating. My hands trailed down to her hips as my lips continued their way downward, kissing and licking their way over her belly to her navel. They dawdled for a brief moment here, my tongue inserting itself into her bellybutton, but the scent of her gradual arousal drove me onward.

She placed her hands on my head, pushing me downward, urging me towards her parted thighs. My lips reached the top of her curly pubic hairs, licking at the salty skin at their juncture. She entwined her fingers in my hair, and I heard a slight hiss escape from her lips as I nibbled briefly at her mons, but I wasn't yet ready to dive in.

I lowered my head past her hips to the inside of her thigh, just above her bent knee. I nibbled at the soft skin of her inner thigh, working my way back upward towards my ultimate goal. But just before I reached there, I bent back down to her other knee. She let out a tiny groan in frustration.

The groan turned into a moan as my lips and tongue worked their way up the inside of her other thigh. I reached the her groin, my nose buried in her hair. I could feel the wetness of her secretions, like dewdrops on her trimmed pubic bush, and I could smell the sharp scent of her arousal. There was no more teasing – I lifted my head and pressed my mouth to her cunt.





Object of Desire Ch. 01



She:

My post-sex urge to use the loo kicked in after about five minutes of us lying, just holding each other with David falling flaccid inside me. I climbed off him and padded over to the en suite bathroom, his cum dripping out of me, down the inside of my thigh and on to the carpet as I did so. Sitting on the toilet behind the closed door I looked across to the mirror and smiled. That was a good fuck. I rolled off my hold-up stockings as I peed and kicked them away. One landed in David's toiletry bag. "Ha! A nice souvenir for him!" I thought, wondering naughtily what might happen if his wife found it.

I washed my hands and tried to rescue my hair from being a total disaster. I had already decided to stay – assuming I was wanted, of course – and I resolved to call Jo straight away so everyone knew where they stood. I wanted more.

Jo sounded concerned but didn't hassle me - which was fine, friends do that. I climbed back into bed and was surprised when David turned out the light. I thought for a moment and opted for subtlety – relatively speaking, of course – curling into a ball with his arm around me and pressing my ass back towards his cock. He was touching and stroking and kissing my head softly, though, and such was the sensuous nature of his caresses that I eventually started drifting off involuntarily. 

A hand reaching gently between my legs dragged me back out of my slumber, and I became aware of the growing pressure between my asscheeks. David was hardening against me and I responded, rocking my ass slightly against it, offering myself. 

I feigned sleepiness as I rolled over to face him, saying: "Seems like someone isn't yet done for the night." OK if you must use me some more I'll wake up for you, I smiled to myself. I shifted towards him reaching down with my right hand to trace a line around his groin, not touching his semi-hard cock just yet. He kissed and nibbled at me, eventually gently pushing me on to my back.

He leaned over me, his kissing and biting on my neck making me squirm with delight, and soon he was working his way further down to my chest, seeking out each nipple in turn as my heartbeat quickened. His tongue continued its journey south, full of promise, teasing in its delayed journey to my pussy. I pushed him down, further between my legs, wanting him to suck on me.

He enjoyed teasing some more, going past my aching cunt to kiss and lick each thigh in turn. I was about to reprimand him when his face finally hit me between the legs. He kissed my lips, and then buried his mouth in me, his tongue delving into me, tasting me, exploring my wetness. My hands were gripping his head, my legs opened wider, I moaned with relief as his tongue left my dripping hole to trace a path up to my already exposed clit, gently massaging it with the ample lubrication between me and his hungry tongue.

My head rolled back and I closed my eyes, David's hands had gone either side of my thighs and were now holding me on my front, pinning me to the bed as his mouth worked me into a frenzy, occasionally reaching up to gently squeeze my tits as my body undulated on the bed with the movements of his mouth. My muffled moans told him he was doing good, his tongue still tracing lazy patterns in my slit, the pace still sedate, the occasional suck on my lips and clit enabling him to drink more of me in and apply that bit more pressure on me.

His tongue began flecking my clit faster, his mouth open. I could feel I was soaked down there, and I could feel another orgasm coming on with this kind of clit action. As I groaned and looked down into his eyes I lifted my legs further back and apart and pushed his right hand off my waistline and around the underside of my thigh. He began stroking the underside of my raised thigh, but I whispered down to him: "Finger me please."

His hand slowly stroked all the way down to my ass, cupping it momentarily, before shifting across to my cunt. I felt his middle finger slide slowly into me, adding to my sensations, and then work around and in and out slowly, creating more wet noises between my legs.

"Two," I said, sounding almost desperate. I loved being sucked and fucked at the same time, and I wanted to cum on David's face so hard now. His tongue began rubbing my clit harder, faster as his fingers worked in and out of me. His breathing was becoming as stilted as mine as I wound towards another inevitable climax.

My hips were lifting off the bed, I was pushing myself up, offering more of myself to him, greater access. His position shifted, presumably to help him thrust into me faster because his hand was suddenly pumping rapidly as his mouth sucked hard on my clit, not letting up. I cried out knowing it was going to be a big one, both my hands now above my head, pushing up against the wall at the head of the bed, helping to lever my crotch up and into David's face as he sucked.

"Ahhhhhh, Jesus..." I cried out as I collapsed down into the bed cumming over and over with guttural groans as David's hand slowed and his mouth sucked gradually softer on my aching clit. 

My body bucked on the bed, like a victim of massive electric shocks. The twitches gradually got less pronounced as the orgasm subsided until finally my raised ass fell back to the bed. "Mmmmm that was great," I whispered with a smile as I opened my eyes to look down at him, reaching to stroke his hair between my thighs.

As he raised his head he smiled back: "It's nice that you seemed to cum harder than in that video."

"Well it was much better than in the video."

He slowly withdrew his fingers from my pussy, watching them slide out as he did so. I moaned softly, and pulled him up to me. He was on all fours over me and we kissed softly. I licked along his lips, wanting to taste myself on him. I could feel his cock was rock hard against my thigh, and reached down to try and pull him into me. He resisted. "No we don't have to..."

"I want to," I said, and raised my legs to use my calves to pull him into me, his cock sliding straight in to my slippery cunt. He breathed deeply as he felt my heat again, I squeezed him inside me and pulled him down to kiss me again. "I want you to fuck me."

He began slowly, and kissing me softly on the neck. His tongue traced a path down to my nipple and sucked, one hand reaching under my back to hold me close as he moved in and out. I moaned, not just for show, it was a massive turn-on being able to smell myself on him. I wasn't going to cum again so soon but the sex felt great. 

I reached across for his free hand, the one that had been in me moments earlier, and moved it towards me. He collapsed a little on to me without the hand to lean on, but at least he was closer to my face as I began licking the two fingers smeared with my juices. With my mouth wide open, I groaned hungrily as I lapped at the fingers, licking each one from top to bottom, working my tongue in the gap between them.

David moaned and began fucking me harder, it seemed like he might cum soon. And who could blame him? I was as hot and wet as I could get around his cock, and I was putting on quite a show with his soiled fingers and my wanton mouth. I slid the fingers into my mouth and gave one soft suck, breathing heavily through my nose as I savoured the taste, before pulling them away and planting a desperate, lust-filled kiss on David. He responded with relish – he seemed more turned on than earlier, even – and started coming down harder on me as I raised my legs and reached round to grasp his ass. My knees were bent, my calves again holding him in position between my legs.

"Oh God... harder!" I demanded, as he bit and dribbled on my neck. I threw my hands above my head again, the perfect image of a victim being nailed by an eager, hungry man. His hand moved from behind my back and reached to hold my arms above my head, completing the scene without him realising. We kissed again, tongues everywhere as he pounded me with abandon, then suddenly he was cumming loudly, desperately emptying into me, biting my neck, gripping my ass.

I felt him shoot twice before he collapsed completely, then I squeezed gently as he went limp inside me again. 

"Oh God, I can't believe we just did that. I can't believe I managed that," he said after getting his breath back.

I laughed as he rolled off and flopped on to the bed beside me. I was happy just to roll over and let his cum seep from me on the sheets as we kissed tenderly under the blankets. Somewhere in the midst of each other's arms we both drifted off into a sound sleep...

He:

She was intoxicating. The smell of her arousal, the texture and tangy taste of the slippery folds of her cunt against my lips, tongue, and face. The hard nub of her clit rolling against my tongue.

And she was incredibly rewarding – positive feedback of the most erotic kind. Her twitches told me whenever I did something right, and her moans urged me on in an increasing crescendo. I wanted to eat her all night. I had never had such a responsive lover, a woman who reveled in her arousal, and who wasn't shy about letting her lover know exactly what she wanted, and how she wanted it. And the more she got turned on, the more I became turned on myself.

"Finger me", she said, and so I did - first one finger and then two. I shifted up between her legs onto my knees, bending over her to maintain suction with my lips on her clit, while I bent my right arm and plunged my fingers inside her, twisting and then pressing upward, searching for that mythical G-spot. I don't know if I found it, but I must have been doing something right, because she cried out and started coming.

Her orgasms came in waves – I could feel them rippling through her body. Her hips twitched and convulsed, lifting up as if to bury my face inside her, her luscious thighs clamping around my ears. I was in awe of her capacity for loving – it was like having a front-row seat on an incredible erotic performance. I kept sucking and licking, wanting to absorb every bit of her, as her orgasms subsided gradually beneath me.

Her hips finally fell back onto the bed, and she went limp in my arms. "Mmmm, that was great!" she sighed, and I felt her fingers twining themselves into my hair, stroking my head softly. It was the simplest of gestures, but my heart melted.

I lifted my head up from her thighs with a smile – "I think you came even harder than in the video."

"Well, it felt even better than in the video," she murmured.

Knowing that I was able to give her such pleasure made me feel wonderful. I thought ironically to myself that the ego was a man's most erotic organ, but stimulating it felt awfully good. I had never been so turned on in my life, and I had another raging hard-on to prove it.

I watched my fingers as they slipped out of her cunt, glistening with her wetness in the semidark of the room. I climbed up over her body, holding myself up on all fours so as not to press my weight onto her. I wanted to kiss her, but I didn't know whether the taste of her own juices on my lips would turn her off.

I touched my lips to hers, and she answered my question. She pursed her mouth in a tender, clinging kiss, then licked my lips with her tongue, reveling in the taste. My cock leaped again, brushing against her thigh as I became aroused even more.

She slipped her arm down to grasp my prick in the palm of her hand, pulling me towards her welcoming cunt. I hesitated, not wanting to force myself on her, preferring instead to let her bask in the afterglow of her arousal. But she was insistent, and she was used to getting her way.

"I want you," she said. "I want you to fuck me."

She punctuated her demand by wrapping her legs around me, pulling me inside her in one smooth movement. I collapsed onto her body, my cock buried deeply inside of her, as my mouth sought hers once again. My tongue traced its way hungrily down her neck, and I leaned to one side so I could duck my head down and grab one of her stiff nipples between my lips and tongue. She grabbed for my right hand, pulling it to her face and sucking my fingers - which were still dripping wet from her cunt - into her mouth, sucking and licking them as if they were a popsicle.

I lost it completely. Just when I thought I could get no more aroused, I found myself surging toward a new peak of eroticism. My slow, rhythmic penetrations turned into violent heaves as I buried my prick inside of her. I pounded into her, withdrawing almost entirely and then thrusting hard and deep, as she opened up all the way to me. I was afraid that I might hurt her, but she grabbed my asscheeks in her hands, urging me to fuck her even harder.

All rational thought ceased. She enveloped me in her body, hips thrusting as her calves locked behind my thighs. Her hands flew up over her head, reaching towards the top of the bed. I needed to feel all of her – my hands flew unthinkingly to seek out hers, grabbing her wrists, and then intertwining her fingers in my own as my arms pressed hers down onto the bed.

I pressed my mouth down onto hers, my tongue lashing out furiously to seek hers as our lips mashed together. I buried my hips into the juncture of her widespread thighs - once, twice, and then I was coming. My hands flew down to her hips and behind, grabbing and separating her buttocks as I pulled myself into her, her legs grasping me for leverage as I ejaculated deeply inside. I wanted to live in that moment forever, our bodies merging into one inseparate whole.

The moment passed, as such moments do, as our panting subsided, and I rolled off of her to release her from my weight. I had to wait a few seconds before I was able to speak. "I can't believe that we just did that. I mean, I can't believe that I just did that again!"

She laughed, a sound that warmed me deep inside. My heart rate slowed gradually, as my breathing slowly returned to normal. I felt happy, and completely at peace, with her warm body lying next to mine. I drifted off to sleep before I was able to say another word........

I awoke to the pressure of daylight streaming around the sides of the window curtains. These hotels are all the same, I thought. You can never get those curtains just right – if you don't pull them enough, the light gets through the crack in the middle, and if you pull them too far towards the middle, the light always gets in around the side.

I rolled over and then awoke with a start as I found myself pressed into the warm, soft flesh of the sweet-smelling body beside me. My eyes flew open.

"Morning, darling!" she murmured, her face turning sleepily toward mine. Her lips brushed mine, and I returned her kiss, pressing gently and inhaling her loveliness. So it wasn't a dream, after all.....

I was now completely out of my depth. My fantasies had always ended at the climax, drifting off into nothingness. But here I was, on the morning after, waking up with my object of desire, the sexiest woman whom I had ever had the good fortune to meet. I didn't have a clue as to what to do next.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked her.

"Mmmmm, very well, thank you," she murmured.

I found my hands wandering up and down her body, my fingertips lazily tracing the delicious curves from her shoulders to her hips and back as we nuzzled together. Her hands were on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles in my sparse chest hair. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling her sweet smell. I just couldn't get enough of her. I knew that the day beckoned for both of us, and we would soon have to go our separate ways. But we both seemed content to let time stand still, for just a little while longer.

She reached down with her hand to tickle my prick, and I realized with a start that I was very hard. Once again.

"Don't you ever give up?" she giggled. Not waiting for a response, she pushed me over onto my back, rolling over and lifting her leg to straddle me, slipping me inside her once again. She was not yet entirely wet, so the head of my cock stopped just after it slipped inside, lodged at the entrance to her pussy. She groaned as she slowly added her weight, letting my cock spread her as it sank in. I could feel her cunt lips opening and the exquisitely smooth walls of her vagina spreading around me, absorbing me into her interior. Her ass came to rest on me as I bottomed out inside of her, her weight spread deliciously onto my thighs.

She placed her arms on my shoulders, straightening herself up to gaze down on me. I looked into her eyes, and thought to myself, "I'm the luckiest man in the world!"

She:

I was lying semi-awake for what seemed an age before David stirred - being used to rising with a kid for school had my body tuned to a particular routine. I had plenty of time to think about 'what I had done' - but also how much I had enjoyed it. Things had gone better than either of us could have wished for, but it seemed such a shame that we would soon go back to our lives. I reckoned I had a few hours before I would have to hurry home, and I knew David had a flight this morning. A goodbye fuck was a must, it seemed to me.

When he eventually murmured something and rolled over towards me I was ready with a smile and a kiss and a cuddle. His morning glory was awaiting orders between our clammy bodies, deep under the covers, and I reached down to let him know I had every intention of saying goodbye properly as his fingers traced suggestive paths over my body.

"Don't you ever give up?" I asked with mock incredulity, before pushing him back and climbing on to him. I had to work him into me - I was nowhere near wet yet - and when he was finally all the way in I rested my weight on his thighs and slowly worked and subtly gyrated as his hands held my hips and mine pressed on his chest, our eyes locked.

I leant down to kiss him once more, rubbing myself against his pelvic bone, gradually working myself into a more pronounced circular motion as our tongues sought each other out and reacquainted themselves after their five-hour separation. Then I glanced sideways and saw the clock. It was later than I thought. I stopped.

"What is it?" he said, full of concern.

"Nothing, really. It's just much later than I realised... Um, I have an idea. Shall we continue this in the shower, sexy?" And with that I climbed off and scampered into the bathroom to start the shower. It was hot instantly and I jumped in, ducking my head under and splashing my face.

"I have to get going real soon!" I shouted, reaching for the complimentary body wash. "The least you could do is come and say au revoir!"

"No need to shout!" he chuckled, right behind the steamed plastic of the curtain. He poked his head round to smile at me and watched as I slowly soaped my front, hands massaging breasts, washing underarm, reaching between my legs and behind to my ass.

"Oh good!" I smiled. "You can wash my back for starters." I winked at him and passed the bottle. He climbed into the bath and squeezed some of the milky white soap into his palm, watching me as I washed the more mundane parts of my body - arms, shoulders, neck - and still carrying an erection that was crying out for attention.

I rinsed my hands and arms, slicked my hair back under the jet of water pouring down from my left, and raised myself on tiptoes to kiss him while reaching down to squeeze his cock. He groaned as we kissed, my hand jacking him gently under the hot water as the room filled with steam. I took the bottle of bodywash from him and squeezed a little into my hand before tossing the bottle aside and sending the hand down between his legs to soap up beneath his balls. My mouth returned to his and I stepped closer, pressing my soapy front against his stomach and chest as my hand began spreading the lather to his cock and working up and down.

He broke away from the kiss to look down at my hand greasing his pole and muttered something - "oh god" was the gist of it - so I stepped back and released him.




Object of Desire Ch. 01



"My back, David?" I smiled, and slowly turned around so that I was facing the wall, the hot water now cascading from my right. I leant forward and placed both hands against the tiled wall, bending a little and placing my feet apart for effect. I felt his hand begin to rub the soap into my back between my shoulder blades as he stepped forward, pressing his slippery cock against my asscheeks as his other hand joined in the hot, wet massage of my back.

I let his hands slide over my back, across my shoulders, down my sides and over my ass. I felt his cock stone-hard against me, slipping in the groove where the base of my spine turned to my ass. I was aching for him again now. As his hands ran up my back again I moaned: "And my front."

His right hand was round there and kneading my tit in a flash - he must have been waiting for an invite - and his left soon followed when he heard the approving groans I was directing at the wall. I removed my left hand from the wall and reached behind me to shift his stiff, soapy cock between my legs then reached down to my crotch from the front to hold it against my cunt. I was getting wetter by the minute - in every sense - and as his hands played with my nipples I held the underside of his cock and twitched and pressed down on against it with my parting pussy lips. 

Suddenly I couldn't feel the blast of water against the back of my head and my shoulders, and David's mouth was on my neck, biting and sucking gently as his body covered me and took the brunt of the unrelenting liquid fire from above. His left hand reached down over mine between my legs and his cock withdrew from my grasp before pushing back, up and in, redirected inside me with his own hand. He was taking control and I loved it, giving him an involuntary "oh yeah" as he slid right into me to the hilt first time. I readjusted my hand to hold his down between my legs, indicating that his soaped fingers could be very useful down there, and turned to kiss him as he began to fuck me from behind.

What began as a kiss soon turned into more of a wanton mouthing of each other as our wet bodies proceeded to slip and grind against each other, his right arm around my chest, holding me tight as his cock withdrew and re-entered with purposeful, forceful strokes. I was in heaven, feeling him go deeper than before, repeatedly seeking his mouth with mine, intermittently feeling the hot water on my face when his head changed angle as we licked each other's tongues and mouths, biting lips and groaning deep into each other's throats.

His fingers were rubbing my clit, sliding in a heavenly rhythm over my cunt and above a layer of gathering lather. The pressure was just right. I opened my legs wider, slipped a little due to the soap on the floor of the bath, and blindly searched for more grip with which to push my shorter body higher and take in more of his fucking. My feet somehow gravitated to his, standing on them so that my legs were at the same stance as his as he fucked me, my ass raising that little bit higher and improving the angle that little bit more - certainly for him it seemed, for he let out a staggering groan as he began to bang me harder and deeper.

I returned my left hand to the wall, my head down as I doubled over, letting his hands each gradually move to my hips for him to grip me as he pounded from behind.

I growled at the sheer perfection of it all. I squealed as he hit me in just the right spot over and over for 10 or 12 strokes. Whoever was in the bathroom next door would have been jacking off just listening to my noises. I was all over the place. "I'm going to cum David," I half-shouted, desperate for him to climax with me.

He growled something back - I didn't hear, the water had returned to my head and back, sending my hair down around my ears and shoulders, an unforgiving soundtrack to a scene of pure lust. He had leant back now to screw me as hard as he could - and as I threw my head back and tensed when the first convulsions of orgasm hit me, he pulled my hair back and collapsed on to me, shooting and screaming and biting my neck, his right arm clenching ever tighter around my stomach, lifting me into the air from the floor of the bath along with his thrusts into me as he began trembling.

When we had both finished screaming, when he had let me slowly back down to rest on the tops of his feet, when his cock began to go soft once more inside me and his cum seeped out from around the spent tool, he collapsed on to the floor of the bath, visibly shaking. I slowly straightened myself, also a bit unsteady, also panting. I sank to my knees before lying next to him on the floor of the bath, our bodies from the waist down taking a cleansing hit from the shower head far above.

"Thank you so much," he said, kissing my forehead, his arm around me.

"Thank you so much," I whispered back. There was an easy silence as the water splashed our bodies, our minds each far away but both almost certainly in the same place. 

I knew he would want to see me again. But would it happen? Should it happen?

He:

I was embarrassed at how hard I had come, and how much I had "lost it". No one had ever gotten to me like that before. I only hoped that I hadn't hurt her when I grabbed her like that. But she didn't seem to mind.

We lay there in each other's arms, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I didn't want to move. But I also knew that she was right – we really both had to get moving.

I stood up reluctantly, helping her rise from the tub. The next few minutes were a blur of motion, as we each tried to put ourselves back in order. I have one clear memory of her, stepping out of the bathroom with a fluffy white towel tucked around her midriff, and another in a turban wrapped around her head. She looked achingly beautiful with her head tilted to one side as she rubbed the towel in her hair.

A few minutes with the hotel bathroom's blow dryer and some hastily applied makeup, and she was ready to go, before I could even finish packing up. I looked at her, standing at the door in her black shirt and charcoal skirt, and thought how easy it had felt to be naked with her. She caught my smile and said, "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Um, I was just thinking how much I liked being naked with you," I stammered.

She laughed, and gave me a leering smile. But a glint in her eyes hinted to me that she really did understand, after all. "Walk me out, love?" she asked.

"With pleasure," I answered, happy to gain a few more moments with her.

Neither of us said a word as we stood side by side in the elevator. But just as the elevator doors opened, she linked her arm in mine. We walked out together through the lobby to the curb. The doorman said "Where to, madam?" and reached to open the rear door of the first taxi waiting in line.

"Paddington Station," she said to the driver as she got in, and the doorman shut the car door behind her. She turned back towards me, putting one hand over the rolled-down window, and I saw her open her mouth to say something as the cab started to pull away from the curb.

Without thinking, I blurted out the one thought that came into my head: "I love you."

Her eyes opened wide, and her mouth shaped into an "O" of surprise, as the taxi moved out into traffic and pulled away.

I didn't have any time at all to reflect on the events of the past twelve hours. I rushed back up to my room to finish packing. As I picked up my suitcase, I noticed the bottle of champagne on the table, still unopened. Oh well, the maids would enjoy their next coffee break.....

I spent the next three hours in one constant blur of movement, checking out of the hotel, taking the train to the airport, getting through security, checking in, and boarding my flight. The first opportunity that I had to think about the unbelievable night that we had just spent together wasn't until I was 35,000 feet in the air, as the plane droned its way eastward, with the sun shining through the window over the clouds below.

It was only then that I realized with a start what I had said to her as she left. Oh God, I thought, she must have freaked!

Why did I say that? The last thing that I had any intention to do was to complicate anyone's life, either mine or hers. But as I thought about it, I realized that I had meant what I said.

I had the good fortune to experience many kinds of love in my life so far. The love of a parent, who sees only the good in you. The love of a good friend, who sees every fault in you but couldn't care less. The love of a spouse, where youthful passion transforms over the years – hopefully – into the long-term respect of a fellow-traveler. The love of child, who is secure in the knowledge that you'll always be there when they need you.

Each love had its own unique defining characteristics, and they all seemed to thrive quite well, independently and in parallel, without interfering or being in conflict with each other. It seems that Trina had given me a new category to add to my list – the love of a lover.

The sex had been great. Better than great. But it was more than just two people indulging their sexual appetites - we had each also reveled in the sexual satisfaction of the other, focusing as much on our partner's pleasure as our own.

We had created an oasis together - a bubble in time, where the pressures of our respective daily lives had no real relevance. Those pressures and obligations were not forgotten, they were merely suspended for one night. For one brief interlude, nothing else existed except for the joy and pleasure that we could bring to each other. And afterwards we would return to our respective realities, no worse for the wear and (at least for me) a lot happier. I smiled just thinking about it.

I had started off with a fantasy – a snippet of an imagined sexual act – but the reality had, to my great surprise, far exceeded my imagination. We had enjoyed one perfect moment together. I found that it was more than enough for me.

Would I ever see her again? Who knows? Maybe, if the opportunity arose, and if both of us were willing, and interested. Part of me certainly hoped so. Or maybe not – that was a lot of "ifs". I decided to just enjoy the memory and let the future take care of itself.

I wondered if she knew that she glowed....... 



Object of Desire Ch. 02



This was written in collaboration with NotReallySure

He:

By the time my plane landed, I had answered my own question. There was no doubt in my mind that, if the opportunity arose, I would definitely want to see Trina again. Assuming of course that I hadn't freaked her out with my last words, which had just popped out of my head without thinking.

When I got back to work the next day, there was a friendly little note waiting for me. And so it went for the next few months. We exchanged messages almost daily, sometimes several times a day, often saying nothing at all, but just enjoying the chance to remind each other that we were still around. It was a silly thing, but somehow it made many things better just to know that she still cared.

At some point I even dropped a hint (or more than a hint) that if I ever had a chance, I would love to see her again. She never answered me directly about that, but I got the feeling that she was secretly pleased to know that I felt that way.

And the memories – ohhhh, the memories. I never got tired of replaying in my mind those unbelievably erotic scenes from that night I spent with her. The vision of her face hovering over me as her hips ground sensuously into mine. The way she glowed when she was turned on. I couldn't even take a shower without getting hard. And whenever I did, there was a smile on my lips. It was like the "gift that keeps on giving".

About six months later, I was invited to present a paper at an energy conference in Turkey. The project I was working on was going well, and my partners in Istanbul saw an opportunity for some timely publicity. I didn't mind doing it, although the idea of getting up to make a presentation in front of a roomful of professionals was not particularly my idea of fun – I had done it often enough to feel confident in my abilities as a presenter, but I never felt any ego rush like some of the others seemed to.

The conference was being held at a well-known resort on the Sea of Marmara, about an hour's drive from the center of Istanbul. It was late spring, before school was out, so my wife and kids couldn't get away, which meant it would be just me and a bunch of engineering professionals. I would gladly have made my presentation and then gotten on a plane that evening, but it would have been rude to my hosts, so I resigned myself to another couple of days of boring lectures and professional camaraderie.

I checked into my room at the hotel, and threw my bag on the bed. I had to hurry downstairs – I couldn't be late for the start of the conference, because I was one of the speakers scheduled in the first session. As I rushed out of the room, however, I noticed that the headboard of the king-sized bed in my room was formed by a series of wooden bars. I was instantaneously transported to a vision of a photo that I had received from Trina.

In the photo, she was lying nude on a bed, with her arms stretched over her head, and her wrists tied together with some kind of black material (her trademark sheer stockings, perhaps?), with the restraint looped behind a post in the headboard. Just like the headboard in this room. I had to laugh out loud – the visions of that woman followed me wherever I went. I loved it.

My presentation went well that first morning, and I even got some intelligent questions afterward. After lunch I excused myself from the group. It was such a warm sunny day that I just couldn't bring myself to go back into that dark conference room for more lectures just yet. I figured that an hour or so outdoors would recharge my batteries – besides, I had done my part already, so I deserved a bit of a break.

I wandered out of the conference hall, through the hotel lobby and down to the pool, picking my way through the scattered lounge chairs. I realized that I stood out like a sore thumb in my jacket and tie amongst all those bikini-clad bathers. I shucked my tie and slung my jacket over my shoulders, looking for an unclaimed chair to relax in. I settled into one, next to a mother with two small children, and leaned back with my eyes half closed to absorb the warmth.

I let my thoughts drift aimlessly as my eyes wandered pleasantly over the surrounding bathers, picking out the lookers from the elderly matrons. I especially liked the good-looking ones lying on their stomachs, with the ties from their loosened bikini tops dangling down on either side – it was fun to imagine what they might look like if they rolled over. No imagination was required with a few of them – notwithstanding the traditional Turkish conservatism, the European custom of topless sunbathing was alive and well at this resort.

I was looking at one particularly delectable figure lying face-down, when I froze.

The curving legs ending in a delicious rounded tush. The wavy brown shoulder-length hair cascading off to one side. The cute upturned nose. The high forehead offset by pencil-sharp brows. I couldn't see her eyes behind the dark sunglasses, but.....

Naaaah, it couldn't be......

Could it??

I was up and out of my chair without even realizing it. I kept thinking that my eyes would stop playing tricks on me as I got closer. I was almost standing over her before I came to the conclusion that this was no mirage. Her eyes were closed under the dark sunglasses, but there was no doubt, as unbelievable as it seemed. I touched my hand to one soft bare shoulder.

"Trina??"

She started at the sound of my voice, then opened her eyes and looked up at me with a huge smile on her lips.

"Well, if it isn't the wayward sailor himself!" she exclaimed.



She:

There was something so naughty about it all – quite apart from the fact that he was married and I was almost married. Meeting on the internet, sharing deep dark secrets. Coming face to face. Then simply cumming. I had really got off on it all, enjoyed our night of passion so much I wanted to do it again. The danger just added to my determination.

As we exchanged emails it was obvious he would dearly love to get his hands on me again, but a repeat trip to London was never mentioned by him. And I wasn't going to invite him – that would be too keen. The email chat was nice, occasionally sexy. I wanted to know if he thought of me while he fucked his wife. He dodged the question, which I took as a yes. He liked being difficult, I liked trying to embarrass him. But I wanted to paw him again.

He began talking about a business trip to Turkey, to a resort near Istanbul. I subtly got the dates out of him and began researching whether I could make it out there, as a surprise. It wasn't a cheap place to get to from London, and a travel agent advised me to wait until the last minute to get a more reasonable price if I was short of funds. I was, but I was determined to go. The only problem being I would have to go with my boyfriend. There was no way I could come up with a reasonable explanation for going all the way to Turkey alone – I was just a glorified barmaid for God's sake! So I told him to book a week off work for a surprise trip, told my mother she was babysitting and waited until the week of reckoning.

We got our cheap flights, and by now I had found out which hotel David's conference was at. I managed to book a room there and, for two days, I booked myself in for every beauty treatment I could and bought some new holiday clothes – I wanted to look good. I did look good.

By my reckoning we were actually there a day before David. I made sure I spent as much time as possible with my boyfriend in that 24 hours, and made sure he was satisfied at night. I would need to try and lose him now and then over the following few days, to snatch some time with David. 

On our second day I saw some posters advertising the conference, and saw David's name. I would have gone in to watch him talk but a) it seemed I would merely stand out like a sore thumb on account of being the only female interested in the seminar and b) I had to quietly get rid of Chris. We had a nice morning looking round markets and stuff and I began to moan that I wanted to read by the pool. I knew Chris hated sitting by the pool – he would want to go out and do something – and sure enough in the end he suggested I go back to sunbathe while he took a trip out to Istanbul. Perfect.

He left me in the room as I was changing into my bikini, gave me a kiss and said he'd be back for dinner. I scampered down to the poolside after he'd been gone a good five minutes and found myself a lounger in view of the bar. I got bored of looking out for David after about an hour, started to read a magazine. The heat was making me horny as usual but I was determined to store it up. I got a drink, read some more, dozed, drank, dipped in the pool, dozed...

Then a tap on the shoulder. "Trina?"

"Well, if it isn't the wayward sailor himself!" I replied, sitting myself up.

"What? How? When? Where?" The look on his face was priceless. I laughed at him, pleased with myself that I had pulled off my big plan.

"Fancy meeting you here," I smiled. "It really is a small world."

"I don't believe it! Are you here for me?"

"Well yes I am. But my boyfriend is also here – I couldn't think up any plausible explanation why I would come here alone." David began looking round, obviously wondering where Chris was. "Don't worry you're safe for now. He's in Istanbul until dinner. Better still, tomorrow night I have sorted a ticket for him to go and watch the big soccer match in Istanbul. So maybe we can have a drink?"

He bent down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Well, you look hot. In every sense I suppose." He sat on the end of the lounger. "How long have you been here? Are you staying in this hotel?"

I filled him in on my devious plan, and he couldn't stop smiling. Even more impressive was the fact that he managed to let his eyes wander only occasionally to my sweaty cleavage or crotch. He had two more nights at the hotel, which was what I'd thought. So we could have a play this afternoon, he would have to amuse himself tonight while I stayed with Chris, and tomorrow night – hopefully until late – there would be some fireworks. "I think it's probably fair for you to expect a fuck or two on this trip, David," I said, rubbing my foot on his leg.

"God I just don't know what to say... Thank you?" he laughed. "Can I get you a drink?"

"You can get me a drink. Have you got to do more seminar-type stuff this afternoon?"

"No, I'm free now. Well I did arrange to meet some of the guys for a beer but screw that."

"In that case we've got about three hours of catching-up time haven't we?" I smiled, taking off my shades. "Why don't you fix me a drink in your room?"

He:

I don't know what startled me more – the boldness of her plan, or the brassiness of the woman who had come up with it. She was most certainly the most direct woman that I had ever known, sure about what she wanted and not shy about finding a way to get it. I really did love her for that.

And I was suddenly reminded, by a certain member which was rapidly coming to full erection, that she turned me on like no woman ever had before. I laughed out loud at the realization that she could probably wake me out of a sound sleep, ten years from now, and have me instantly hard with only a few well-chosen words.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Nothing," I replied, "just that you could probably turn on a corpse. I want you so badly it hurts!"

"Then time's awasting!" She stood up, slipping her arms into a short robe, covering her skimpy bathing suit. I regretted losing the view, but I knew that she'd make up for it soon enough. I stood up, offering her my elbow. She hooked her arm through mine, and we set off to find the nearest hotel elevator. The touch of her smooth, silky skin as it slipped over my forearm sent tingles up and down my spine, with the promise of much more to come.

I wasn't particularly anxious to run into any of my Turkish colleagues – they had never met my wife, but they knew that I had come to the conference alone, and I preferred to avoid any awkward explanations. But they were all tied up in the conference, and I figured that no one would miss me for a few hours.

The ride up in the elevator reminded me of our first elevator ride in London. But there was no hesitation this time – as soon as the elevator door closed, I turned and wrapped both of my arms around her, pulling her to me. She turned her head up towards mine, with a smile on her lips. I stifled whatever thought she was about to express with my mouth, lips pressing hard on to hers. Her tongue was instantly inside my mouth, searching out mine. And her right leg snaked up, wrapping itself around my thigh, urging me into a total embrace.

We broke for breath just as we stopped at my floor. I said, "You're not the only one who knows what they want." I took her hand and pulled her off the elevator.

She smiled broadly and said, "Lead on, MacDuff!"

I fumbled with the cardkey to my door. I was about to push it into the slot when she snaked her tongue into my ear. "Ohhh," I groaned, "if you don't stop that we'll never make it into the room!"

She thrust her moist tongue into my ear again, and whispered, "We could do it in the hallway, if you prefer....."

Summoning all my willpower, I managed to find the slot and open the door. We tumbled into the room, tripping over each other. My need was so great that I didn't even bother to make it to the bed – I pulled her down with me to the floor, twisting to roll over on to her. Her robe fell open as I pushed her bikini top up, exposing her jiggling breastflesh. My right hand engulfed one breast, kneading it and pinching the engorged nipple between thumb and forefinger. My mouth latched onto the other breast, sucking it into my mouth, my tongue laving the nipple.

Her hands grasped the back of my head, her fingers entwining themselves in my hair. Both legs reached up to wrap themselves around my thighs and under my ass, locking me into a tight embrace. I was intoxicated by her smell – a nuclear warhead could have gone off outside without distracting me from her lush beauty.

She panted into my ear, between whimpers: "Don't you think that you're just a little overdressed?"

I kissed my way from the valley between her breasts, up the smooth curve of her neck, licking her chin, and then sucking her lower lip into my mouth. Her hands grasped both sides of my face, her mouth sucking me into her hungrily as her hips undulated beneath me.

I reached down with both hands to unbuckle my belt, unzipping my pants. I grabbed my pants and underwear, pulling my knees up to push my clothes down to my knees without breaking our lip-lock. Then I reached up with my right hand to grab the side of her bikini bottom. As I tugged it down, she lifted her left leg, pulling it out of the bottoms in one smooth motion, leaving the thin wisp of material hanging from the calf of her other leg.

Wrapping my arms behind her knees, I pushed them up to bend her legs to either side, turning up her ass and exposing her waiting cunt. I could smell the sweet pungency of her arousal. I didn't wait for an invitation – my need was too great. Hunching my hips upwards, my rock-hard cock slid over the lips of her pussy – once, twice, spreading her pussy lips with each stroke. Then my cock head found the entrance, hanging up for an instant as she expanded to accommodate me, and then sliding slowly and deliciously all the way inside of her, as her wet folds enveloped my entire length. Her hips jerked upwards, locking her pelvis to my groin.

I looked up to see her eyes locked on mine, smouldering in her arousal.

"Fuck me!" she said.

She:

His cock felt so good as it finally entered me – I'd been waiting all day, after all. I was hot and sweaty and gagging for him. I begged him to fuck me, locking my legs around him as he began to nail me on the hotel room floor. His mouth alternated between my exposed nipples and my hungry mouth. I held him close, wanting friction between our bodies. I kicked my bikini bottoms away behind his back, opening wider for him.

A minute or so into our frantic, staccato grinding he groaned loudly, and paused, his face buried in my hair. I guessed he was ready to cum already and, to be honest, I'd have been somewhat disappointed if he hadn't. I reached down beneath my ass and sought out his balls, squeezing them gently. "Cum in me now dammit," I whispered. "Fuck me now. Hard." 

He pushed back, smiling. A few more thrusts and he was shooting inside me, crying out as we locked eyes and I locked my ankles behind him, gripping his waist with my thighs.

"Sorry, it's just..."

"Shhhhh," I interrupted him as I sincerely stroked his hair, his head resting on my chest. "I'm so sexy I made you cum too soon?" I giggled. "And maybe you're not gettin' any at home?"

"OK, maybe both of those things..."

"Well rest assured we can try again sometime. And we can keep trying until we do it right."

He laughed, his cock still stiff inside me. He gave me a soft kiss on the lips and slid out with a satisfying slurp. I knelt, shedding my bikini top on the floor, and quickly looked round for something to do the honours between my legs. I saw David's tie poking out of his jacket pocket and tugged it out, swiftly rolling it and catching his cum as it oozed out of me. He looked at me aghast.

"Um, sorry," I said, realizing it was not the classiest thing I'd ever done.

"No, no, I ... I'll probably never get it cleaned. Souvenir."

We found our way to the bed, a little small talk interspersed with kisses and caresses. Bare limbs intertwined in the heat of the afternoon, a lazy hour passed catching up and reacquainting ourselves physically. He was fairly hard the whole time, I was happy just brushing my hand or thigh against his cock every now and then, keeping him interested, keeping him on standby. Out of the blue he asked if he could tie me up, like in a picture I had emailed to him. I looked up at the bed's headboard – it was perfect for a spot of light bondage. I wrapped my hands around two of the bars. "Like this, lover?"

"Yeah, just like that."

"And my feet to the sides of the bed?" I asked, throwing one calf over him towards one side of the mattress and pushing my other foot in the opposite direction, spreading wide. 

"Wow, yeah, maybe. I hadn't thought of that."

"Of course you can," I kissed him, still in my position of mock-restraint. "Use me and abuse me at your will – but tomorrow night. I doubt we've got time to do it justice right now."

"That's certainly something to look forward to," he sighed with a smile.

"In the meantime..." I left the sentence hanging as I rolled on to my front, my head on the pillow looking right at him. I slowly raised my knees on the bed and, with them, my ass. I reached between my legs and slid my fingers over my wet-and-waiting pussy. "Hmmmmm?"

David crawled down the bed so he was behind me, getting an eyeful of my rear. He kissed my ass cheek, letting his lips trace a path to my hole before his tongue sought out my pussy. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his mouth trying to devour my wetness from such an awkward position. My fingers were still lightly pressuring my clit, though it was subconscious. He was on all fours behind me, his face buried between my legs, one hand on each of my calves as he probed and sucked me, pushing all sorts of involuntary gasps and moans out of me and into the smooth, white, virginal pillow. 

I pushed myself up grasping the top bar of the bed's headboard with both hands. I looked round to see him emerging from underneath me with suitably wet chops. He mounted me slowly, one of his hands guiding his stiff rod into me. I was deeply in need of an orgasm. I always was after a few hours in the sun, but today's events had sent me off the scale. He moved over me, surrounding me, and I turned my head to kiss him as he slid all the way in. It was a beautiful kiss, the sort of wanton, lustful kiss that perfectly suits a doggy-style fuck: my hair in the way, his hand cradling a tit beneath me, our tongues doing battle as our mouths switched between sucking and panting, my subtle shifts in position trying to get more of him in me. 




Object of Desire Ch. 02



He began moving in and out, a slow methodical pace as he breathed heavily in my ear, my neck, my hair. I reached underneath to guide his hand further south, between my legs, holding it against my clit, keeping pressure on as his cock fucked me. My hand returned to hold the bed, helping me to push back against him as he quickened his thrusts. "Oh this won't take long for me," I growled. He didn't answer. He leant back further, his free hand holding my waist as his knees gently pushed mine wider apart. I responded lifting my ass slightly to enable him to nail me deeper. His right hand was perfect, firmly pressing on my clit, sliding back and forth over it ever so slightly with each of our movements. He began to fuck me harder, his groans also getting louder. The bed was banging the wall. I certainly did not care one bit, I was ready to explode.

"Ah God, I'm going to cum David!" I screamed. I wanted him to cum with me. I couldn't tell if he had or not. So intense was my climax I could feel nothing else inside me for a few moments, and my screams had drowned out anything he could have offered behind me. As I calmed down he began kissing my back, whispered something I didn't hear. I became aware of a pain in my palms, the metal of the bed had dug into me so hard had I gripped the top of the bed. I released my hands, and collapsed onto the bed, David's cock slipping out of me.

"That was just what the doctor ordered," I groaned. He rolled next to me, a big smile on his face.

"Glad I could be of service."

We held each other for a while, all sweaty skin and sexy scents. I brought myself round with a need to check the time. "How long have we got?" I peered over him at his bedside clock. "About an hour I guess... I'm going to need a shower before dinner I think." Shit! Dinner! "Will you be at dinner? You will try and control yourself darling?" I winked at him and pulled him towards me, sharing a soft kiss.

"I'll do my best Trina. Try not to look too sexy though huh?" he smiled.

"I am what I am," I said with mock drama, raising myself from the bed to visit the bathroom. "What do you want to do with me for the next hour then sailor?" I called from my position on the toilet.

He:

I was embarrassed at first that I had come so quickly - I had underestimated my desire, and how much she turned me on. But the hour that we spent talking in bed together afterward, lazily stroking one another as we chatted, was the nicest hour that I'd spent in a very long time. Then, when the stroking then escalated into something more, I was glad to have been given a second chance to "redeem" myself, and gratified to find that I could get hard again so quickly – even coming for a second time.

As I sat there, listening to her talk to me through the bathroom door, I found myself laughing out loud. She did things to me that no one ever had. And I liked it.

"So what's so funny?" she asked as she walked back into the room. She laid back on the bed, stretching her arms luxuriously over her head. As she stretched, I watched the ripple of her muscles under her delectably soft curves and realized what I wanted to do next – I wanted to explore every nook and cranny of her body, unhurriedly.

"Nothing," I said, "I just decided how I want to spend the next hour. Don't move a muscle!"

Reaching down for my soiled tie that she had left on the floor (THAT tie was never going to be worn again anyway, at least in public.....), I looped it over one of her wrists, around a bar at the head of the bed, and then tied it to her other wrist. She smiled at me wickedly.

"What DO you have in mind for me?"

Ignoring her question, I started my quest.

I started at her head, burying my face in her wonderfully-smelling hair. I moved around to one ear, nuzzling it and then licking inside with the tip of my tongue.

"That tickles!" she giggled.

"Hush up," I murmured. "You're interrupting me."

I let my lips nibble at her earlobe, and then kissed my way down to her neck, licking and sucking, first gently and then hard. I had never given anyone a hickey, but I suddenly realized how easy it would be to lose control with her like that. I knew that I had to be careful not to leave any "incriminating" marks.

She arched her head up as I moved my mouth over to kiss the underside of her chin, letting my tongue then leave a slick trail back down to the delicious hollow at the base of her neck. She whimpered, and I felt the toes from one of her legs scrape lightly up and down my calf.

I kept moving at a slow but deliberate pace, trying not to leave any inch of her unsampled. I buried my face between her breasts, bringing a hand up to cup one soft tit while rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. My senses were overwhelmed by her – her touch, her smell, her taste.

I worked my way over her breast, kissing the soft breastflesh and then sucking the entire mound deeply into my mouth, making sure to roll her nipple with my tongue. I heard a soft muffled groan issue from her throat.

"I'm just getting started," I whispered, and then went back to my explorations. She groaned again, this time more loudly.

The next stop was at the hollow of her underarm, as I nuzzled my nose into her armpit. The texture of her fragrant stubbled skin was enhanced by the tangy taste. I had never understood how anyone could have a fetish for those things, but Trina had already demonstrated an ability to show me things about myself that I had no idea existed.

Moving on reluctantly, my lips and tongue trailed their way down the curves of her sweet-smelling torso. I stuck my tongue into her salty navel, exploring the tiny folds of that tight little space. She giggled again, and then moaned.

My hands continued to roam over her body throughout, alternately stroking and grasping her soft yielding flesh. Her hips arched up as she felt my mouth work its way down over her belly towards her curling pubic hairs. But I sat up just as my lips reached the edge of her bush.

"What are you doing?" she gasped.

"Just moving on to another venue," I replied.

I twisted my body around, stretching my legs towards her head and bending over to touch my lips to her toes. She giggled again. But then she sucked in her breath as I sucked in her toes, licking them one by one.

I kissed my way around her foot, savoring the variations in touch and taste from the sole, to her ankle, and then to the top of her foot. I nibbled my way slowly up her delightfully curved calf, and then around to the hollow behind her knee. It was all so wonderful, but the soft inner flesh of her thigh awaited.

I kissed and sucked at her thigh, slowly licking and sucking my way upward from her dimpled knee towards the promise at the juncture of her legs. She mewled as I kissed slowly up the inside of her thigh and approached her cunt, squirming and widening her legs to allow me fuller access. I could smell the tangy juices that were already leaking from her wet lips. But I wasn't quite ready for that yet.

I raised my head and turned to move back down to her other foot, starting with her toes again and repeating the long, slow climb upwards. This time, however, there was no stopping.

I shifted my body around to lie between her wide-stretched legs, keeping my mouth on her as I reached her cunt, sucking on her pussy lips, and hardening my tongue to insert itself deeply inside. Her hips jerked up at me as she cried out loud, her arms straining at their restraint.

The tie, which I had knotted pretty loosely in any case, suddenly came undone, and her arms reached down, her hands grasping urgently at the back of my head, pulling my face into her cunt as she wrapped her thighs around my head. The time for leisurely exploration was over – her need for another release seemed too great.

I let her take over, humping her hips into my face, mashing my lips and tongue into her cunt. I reached around her thighs to grasp her tush, one delicious buttock in each hand. I felt the beginning of her contractions, and I pressed my face deeper into her center, rolling my nose back and forth against her clit. My face was coated with her wetness as she cried out, riding out her orgasm in wave after wave. I twisted my head slightly from side to side, rolling her distended cunt lips with my lips and sucking in her juices.

Her body jerked up once, and then again. She arched her back, holding both of us up in the air, and then slowly relaxed downward, twitching and shuddering gently as her body wound down.

I felt her thighs relax slowly around my head, until she stretched her legs out limply on either side of me. I lifted my head and laid it gently on one of her thighs, looking up to catch the expression on her face.

She was glowing again.

I had never seen a more beautiful sight – her shining eyes, her gently wistful satiated grin. "Come up here, you" she murmured, as her arms pulled at me weakly. I slid up to envelop her in my arms. She melted into me, reaching up to capture my lips with hers, our tongues searching for each other.

After a few minutes of inspired "snogging" (an expression that she had so considerately taught me), she looked over to the clock at the side of the bed. "Oh my God!" she gasped, "Look at the time!"

And indeed our last hour was up. I let myself lie back lazily on the bed as she jumped from the bed and rushed to the bathroom to pee. "This is your fault, you know!" she shouted from behind the wall. She came back, hunting for her bikini.

Her every movement was erotic to me. I couldn't keep myself from letting my hands start to wander over her again as she leant over me to share a goodbye kiss. She slapped my hand playfully.

"Stop that, you animal!" She pirouetted gracefully towards the door. "I'll see you at dinner tonight," she giggled. And then she was gone, leaving her imprint on my bed, and an intoxicating smell that would linger in the room for the rest of the day.

"Not if I see you first!" I shouted after her. I had no idea what I meant by that. But I knew that if I did run into her at dinner, pretending like we were strangers was going to be no easy task. At least one part of me was bound to respond with an irrepressible salute......

What the hell – we'd cross that bridge when we came to it.

She:

David opted to try ant tie me up, and I was lucky enough to get off again, this time thanks to his hungry mouth. It was quite a compliment to my lover that I again lost track of time, for I was suitably paranoid about being caught out in these few days.

I looked at the clock. "God! Look at the time!" I screamed, jumping from the bed. I would have to be swift at getting out of his room if I was to be sure of being in my own, and showered and ready to welcome back Chris. I bundled my bikini top into my bag, then scampered into the bathroom for another pee. "This is your fault you know!" He laughed a hearty laugh. I ran back into the room and threw on my robe, wrapping it round my naked body and tying it tight. "Lucky for you I'm on this floor huh?" I smiled. His eyebrows raised quizzically. "Yup, 'fraid so sailor."

I put my sandals back on as I hunted round for my bikini bottoms, but I could not see them anywhere. Eventually David leaned over the other side of his bed and raised his hand with them hooked in his finger, looking pleased with himself. I crawled on to the bed and gave him a kiss. "Tell you what lover," I whispered between liplocks, "you keep them tonight. By your pillow. Hopefully you can smell me when you fall to sleep."

With that I patted his cock and ran away, sure I was going to have to think up some convoluted story to explain why I wasn't in my room or by the pool or in the bar. I closed the door without a backward glance, ran down the corridor some way, eventually finding my way to the right section of the floor for my own room and letting myself in. No Chris. Brilliant. Get in the shower quick, girl.

All was well – I had got away with it. He didn't suspect and on we went, eventually, to dinner. That was painful to begin with. Beforehand I was feeling fairly brazen for obvious reasons, and wore my red summer dress which buttoned up the front. Yes I was craving attention. Chris and I had fun, though, and I genuinely wanted to hear about his afternoon, but as our main course arrived I did get distracted when I saw David sitting across the dining room with some of his 'colleagues'. I made eye contact a few times – deadpan of course – but then with each glass of wine I got a bit more daring. 

I did some hair-tossing to begin with. I would casually, subconsciously, trace an outline along the top of my dress while I held my wine glass in the other hand, tumbling very slowly down my bra strap and eventually skirting over the top contour my breasts. I could feel him looking at me from the 30 yards or so away that his table was. Then, over the course of a few mock-laughs, I subtly pushed my chair back from under the table so that David to my left could see my legs. Half-beneath the table, and out of Chris' line of sight, I gradually hitched my dress up my thigh. Just a little more, every few minutes, till by dessert it was nearly at my waist, my bronzed thighs totally on show to half the restaurant but to one man in particular, my hand constantly returning to them to attract attention to them. 

The waiters were like flies around shit, offering more wine and more food every minute, thinking the show was for them. By the end of the meal I realized I had a problem, though. I needed to stay down here with Chris and get him drunk. A return to the room would mean nookie, and I just wasn't up for it after the afternoon and with the anticipation of tomorrow. So I decided to get him drunk and put him out of action. David disappeared from the scene at some point without my noticing. But his absence actually brought some relief because it meant I could relax with Chris, act natural and not get myself into trouble. And so I got the poor guy plastered.

What I didn't bank on was the fact that this would buy me some extra free time in the morning. With Chris nursing a painful-sounding hangover – "Didn't you have any tequila Trina?" – I sauntered out of the room, in a white dress and sneakers, in search of the other half of my bikini. I had only brought one, you see, and I was going to need it quickly or come up with an explanation as to its whereabouts. 

I made my way down to the main foyer, and found that day's schedule for the engineers' conference. David was speaking again at 9.30 – half an hour from now. He must be up by now then, I thought, and made my way back to the lift. I got out again at our floor and who was standing there but a suited-up David. "Well hello!"

"Hello yourself," he said, pushing me into the lift, kissing me as he did so.

The doors closed behind us, but no button had been pressed so the lift stayed still. He kissed for what seemed an age, before I pushed him away.

"What time does your morning lecture end?"

"About an hour from now I guess."

"OK. I'll see you then – briefly."

"Why's that?"

I smiled and took his hand, pushing it down and under the hem of my dress, then lifting up to press against my bush, my bare pussy. "I have only one bikini which I gave to you for safe keeping, darling." I kissed him. "I do hope it isn't covered in your cum," I added with a dirty laugh. "I need it for an afternoon by the pool with my boyfriend."

His hand pressed hard between my legs and we kissed again. "I'm running a bit late, but we can go get it now if you want" he said.

"Well it's OK, I can meet you in an hour or so," I said. "My 'room-mate' is recuperating this morning anyway." Then I had a very horny urge. I pulled his hand away from my crotch and lifted it to my mouth. I put his middle and index fingers slowly into my mouth and watched him watch me as I slowly soaked them, fucking my mouth with them, lightly sucking them, grazing them with my teeth, pressing my full lips with them each time they re-entered. Then I pushed them back down between my legs, lifting the dress with my other hand as my feet shifted apart slightly. I pushed his fingers into me and watched his face. He looked straight at me, never looking down as he slowly slid into me, seemingly agog. I kissed him softly on the lips, putting on some exaggerated gasps and groans into his mouth, giving him a taster of things to come, as I moved his fingers in and out of me, fucking me in the lift.

"I haven't had anything in there since your tongue," I whispered, letting him know that it had been a quiet night in that respect. My mouth went back to his, then the lift jolted into motion, racing downwards, answering someone's call. We quickly straightened ourselves out as we hit the ground floor. 

When we landed, the doors opened and a loud American squealed: "Jeez, David, I was the search party – where have you been man?"

The American eyed me up and down as David exited in front of me, making excuses about a fictional faulty shower. I went to the shops with my moist cunt. When I returned an hour later the engineers' 'chat' was still in full flow. I peered through a small window into the room they were using and could see them all looking at the stage where, presumably, David was talking to them. I went and sat on a sofa, flicking through a magazine I had bought, and waited. They were running late, and I might not have time to wait having told Chris I'd be back by 11.

He:

I hadn't expected her to leave her bikini-bottoms with me. But when she patted my semi-hard cock and turned to leave the room, I found myself holding them in my hand. I was about to put them down when a familiar smell wafted its way to my nose. In a flash, I pictured her lovely thighs filling those panties, and the now-familiar cunt at the juncture of those thighs.

Suddenly, I had an inkling (for the first time in my life) of what might cause men to develop a fetish for a woman's used panties. That Trina was continually surprising me, even when she wasn't around! Chuckling to myself, I hid the panties under my pillow and went to take a shower.

I met my friends in the main dining room for dinner. They asked me why I hadn't shown up at the rest of the afternoon's sessions, but I made some excuse about a headache from the travel. Fortunately, that seemed to satisfy them.

We were sitting there eating and making stupid small talk – the kind that men make when they're business acquaintances away from their wives – bad jokes with semi-erotic punchlines, teasing about each other's secretaries, and ribald comments about mutual friends. As usual, I drifted uninterestedly at the fringes of this conversation, saying just enough not to be impolite, but not really caring to compete as the life of the party.

When I caught Trina out of the corner of my eye. She was seated facing me, at a table halfway across the room, with another man (her boyfriend presumably) sitting there with his back to me. She smiled at me as we made eye contact. I blushed, and then looked around furtively to see if any of my colleagues had noticed. Fortunately, they were otherwise occupied.

Looking back over at Trina, she flashed me another wicked smile, and then proceeded to turn my dinner into a pleasant hell.

She couldn't resist the urge to tease me. Pretending to be engrossed in her conversation, her fingers traced absently, but oh-so-wickedly, down her neck, over her delightful décolletage, and down her torso to her luscious legs. To make sure that I didn't miss the point, she hiked her skirt up slowly, revealing her smooth silky thighs as she stretched out her legs under the table.

I think a waiter tripped as he walked in her direction, almost dropping the tray in his hands as he got a full dose of the same view that I was enjoying. She proceeded to torment me from afar right through dinner. I couldn't focus on anything else. My friends saw that I was distracted, but I mumbled something about my headache, and they left me to my fantasies.




Object of Desire Ch. 02



Our dinner broke up while Trina was still eating, so I made my excuses and left for my room, shuffling sideways to disguise my still-raging hard on. Under other circumstances, I would have jerked-off before going to sleep. However, the promise of what might come the next day made me hold off prudently – Trina had already demonstrated an ability to get me hard at will, but I figured that it was better to "save my strength" rather than to tempt fate. It was more than likely that I was going to need every drop of sexual energy that I could muster for the rest of this trip.

I went to sleep smiling.

I decided to sleep in and skip breakfast that morning. I was scheduled to participate as a speaker in a panel discussion at 9:30 am, which meant that I didn't have to prepare anything – just show up on time.

Even that was almost a problem, as I overslept. But I got dressed and put on my tie in the hallway as I waited for the elevator. I stepped in automatically as the elevator door opened, only to walk straight into Trina!

It was pure "conditioned response" – I needed to squeeze her. I enveloped her in my arms, my mouth searching out hers. Our lips clashed, her tongue swiping the inside of my mouth. I was instantly hard, and weak in the knees.

It was a good thing the elevator stayed where it was, because I doubt that I would have even noticed if the doors had opened onto another floor. After a long minute, she pushed me away, both of us breathing hard.

"What time does your lecture end?" she gasped.

"About an hour from now I guess."

Then she explained that she needed those panties. Of course, it was her own fault for leaving them with me the night before like that, to tease me. I grinned and reluctantly agreed to surrender the "booty" (pun intended), but it would have to wait until after my meeting, since I was already running late. Then she did something that blew me away. Once again.

She took my hand and sucked my fingers into her mouth, laving them with her tongue. Then she stuck them into her crotch, inserting two fingers into her sopping wet crotch, kissing me again and undulating her hips as she fucked herself on my fingers. My eyes widened in surprise at her panty-less condition, while another part of me rose even higher to the occasion.

The elevator started moving, and we barely managed to separate and straighten our clothes before the doors opened onto the main floor. One of my partners was waiting there in the lobby, and as he saw me, he shouted, "Jeez, David, I was the search party – where have you been, man?"

I didn't even have time to glance at Trina. He grabbed my arm as I exited the elevator and hustled me into the lecture hall. I rushed up to the podium, doing my best to hide the raging hard-on that she had left me with.

The next hour went by in a haze. There was just no way to get her out of my mind. Even when I briefly managed to focus on something else, her delicious smell wafted its way up from my fingers to my nose It was a good thing we were seated behind a table for this question-and-answer session, because the tented front of my suitpants would have given me dead away. Fortunately, there were few questions addressed to me, because my head was very definitely elsewhere.

I kept watching the clock as the session went overtime. I knew she was running out of time, if she was going to get her bikini bottoms and make it to the pool by 11.

At five minutes to the hour, I got up and hustled out the door, drawing a few strange looks from members of the audience. She was sitting there in the lobby, waiting not-so-patiently, but I could hardly fault her.

"Here," I said, handing her my key. "I left them under the pillow. I have to get back inside, so just leave the key at the front desk when you get back down, and I'll pick it up later."

On an impulse, I bent over to give her a smooch – she was too delicious to resist. Then I straightened up to head back into the lecture hall.

"When we will we meet later?" she asked.

I tossed my reply over my shoulder: "Meet me at 6:00 in the lobby – we're going out to dinner. Casual dress. And wear some sensible shoes – we're walking, and those cobblestones will get you if you're not careful."

The rest of the day dragged by interminably. The speakers droned on and on, with periodic coffee and bathroom breaks to break up the monotony. But my mind was definitely focused a few hours ahead. The conference finally broke up at 5:00, giving me just enough time to collect my key at the front desk (where she had dutifully left it for me – I half-expected her to leave me locked out of my room, just for fun), get upstairs, shower, and change. I also rang up the restaurant to make sure we had a reservation – we would be eating a rather early dinner, by Turkish standards, but it was a busy place and I didn't want to chance it.

I went downstairs at 6, and there she was, waiting for me with a smile on her face. Looking absolutely drop-dead gorgeous in a simple shift, with bare legs and open-toed sandals.

"Hey, beautiful. Care to take a little walk?"

"Only if you promise to feed me," she smiled.

I held out my elbow, and she slipped her arm through mine. Without another word, we walked out the front door and up the hill towards the nearby Old Town.

The Old Town was only a ten minute walk away, inside the old Crusader walls that had been built on a hill overlooking the harbor. It was mostly a tourist trap these days, but in the lengthening shadows of the early evening, the stone walls gave out an aura of a time long past.

We strolled slowly together though the cobblestone streets. It was a lovely evening – the walls were still warm from the afternoon sun, but there was a hint of coolness in the air. We arrived at the restaurant all too soon.

She:

An afternoon in the sun, just reading and getting hot, had put me in the mood. After a soak in the bath I threw on my white summer dress and slipped on some shoes. It was still very warm and, well, I had a feeling underwear was just going to get in the way. The restaurant wasn't too far away, in the Old Town through narrow streets past mysterious alleys, and we had a relaxed meal by an open window. We shared a bottle of wine, and I tried to have David explain the subject of his seminar but collapsed in fits of giggles within a minute. It wasn't the sort of thing to get anyone in the mood.

As the waiter left with David's credit card to ring up the bill, I took my foot out of a sandal and reached across under the table to stroke his shin. He smiled. I whispered: "I'm naked under this dress darling."

"I guessed as much," he grinned back. "You naughty girl."

"Ha! Maybe you could teach me a lesson on the way back to the hotel?"

"I doubt I could teach you anything, Trina..." His voice tailed off with a smile as the waiter returned his credit card. "Well what now? A leisurely walk back?"

"Well you've got me for another four hours, tops. So use your time wisely sir... God I feel like a hooker." I laughed heartily at that thought, attracting attention from other diners. "Oops. Sorry!"

We departed holding hands, wandering slowly down cobbled streets in the general direction of the hotel in the half-light of a still summer's evening. At one junction David suddenly pulled me left. "Let's go this way." 

"Scenic route, huh?" I laughed as we departed down a street far more enclosed, taking away even more of what little light there was in the sky. This was certainly a little more 'authentic Turkey' than I had seen so far. Then, 50 yards further on, he pushed me to the right, into a narrow alley.

"Ohhhhhhh," I clicked into his line of thinking and began leading the way. We weaved along the alley, occasionally hearing the clatter of plates in a kitchen or garbled music above. It was dark in there. It smelled a little. The buildings rose maybe four floors above us and closed in, windows mostly open and a mixture of sounds drifting down to us, sporadic lights gazing at us, but no prying eyes to be seen.

I lifted myself on to a low wall, pulling up my dress and slowly opening my legs. David stood in front of me with a huge grin in the gloom. He unfastened his own belt buckle as he moved towards me. I hooked my ankles around his calves, pulling him into a soft kiss. My hands went for his zipper and pushed his trousers and underwear to the floor. I instinctively sought out his bobbing cock with my hands and gently squeezed as our kiss became more intense. His hands were squeezing my thighs until one moved between my legs, foolishly feeling the need to test how wet I was. 

"I think we both know you can come right in," I whispered. I pulled on the base of his cock, leaning back a little and looking down to watch him slide into me. I gathered up more of my dress with my right hand, wanting to see him disappear into my hole. He moaned. I moaned. My nails dug gently into the back of his head as it nestled in my chest, his arms supporting my weight behind. He began to shift in and out, slowly, quietly. We could hear voices round the corner, smell cigarette smoke. Someone was enjoying a break yards away from us. 

Our lips locked most of the time, tongues searching around each others' mouths to communicate the erotic nature of the encounter, nails impressing when sensations were just right, my legs eventually opening wider when I wanted him to fuck me harder. I was getting more and more frustrated with my dress getting in the way and demanded he lift it off me. I raised my arms, he obliged with just the tip of his cock in my passage, placing it on the wall beside us. I threw myself forward, my arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him back into me with my legs and kissing deeply. My upper body was upright, right against him. I liked feeling him bang against my breasts in the cool night air as he fucked me. His hands gravitated to my ass, cupping my cheeks until they were right under, lifting me slightly off the wall and further into his body.

He was virtually supporting my whole weight, with me impaled on his cock. I began to feel that crucial oh-so-sweet pressure on my clit from his pelvic bone. I let out a long sigh. I was feeling extremely naughty tonight. I wanted to make sure we went out with a bang in the next few hours. 

If he was listening to my breathing he would have known I was being pushed to orgasm. His own movements became quicker, more pronounced. His head was in my neck, his nibbles there and on my ears merely adding to the crescendo that was approaching. He lightly bit my neck and I moaned softly, reaching round and grabbing his butt.

A light came on, not right by us but close enough to illuminate our scene of ecstasy. Suddenly we could see each other clearly again, and I decided David deserved a show. I leant back slowly, placing my hands in turn behind me on the wall, then leaning back further still until I was resting back on my elbows. I opened and lifted my legs, equally slowly, while he continued to screw me. When they were at the widest I could manage I mouthed to him "Fuck me" and lay back my hands pushing against the fire escape staircase behind and now above me.

His hands shifted from my buttocks and held the back of my knees, helping my legs to stay high and wide. I moaned loudly to let him know I liked that. I squirmed beneath him imploring him to fuck me harder, faster. He did. And he was deeper than before. I was biting my lip, trying not to cry out, stifled moans occasionally rising up as my arms flayed around, not knowing what to hold on to. I began cupping and kneading my breasts as David hammered me. I could tell he was close. I was too. Just to make sure I reached down between my legs and pressed my clit as he banged me. I don't know if that made him cum but he suddenly gasped, stopped, threw himself on to me, his mouth seeking out my nipples as I felt him shoot, his body bucking on mine, his sudden attention on my stiff nipples helping me to join him. I came, moaning muffled "yeah"s into his hair, my feet in the air, one sandal off, my calves pushed up by my man's shoulders as he kissed my tits in our afterglow.

He:

Dinner was great. It was just so much fun – everything seemed so easy when I was with Trina. The waiter enjoyed bringing us small bowls with innumerable salads, small spicy fishes, and other Turkish delicacies to go with our meal. We shared a bottle of local wine – the waiter was gratified that I let him choose.

At one point, she asked me to tell her about the lecture that I had given at the conference. I started to tell her, but I quickly saw her eyes glazing over, despite my best efforts to make it sound interesting. Oh well, even I wouldn't have found it interesting myself, if I had her to look at.

The food was good, and the company was even better. I glanced at my watch, and noticed that two hours had passed. I made the universal "pen scribbling in the air" sign to the waiter that I wanted the check.

As I handed my credit card to the waiter, I felt bare toes brushing erotically up and down my pants leg. I glanced back to see Trina smiling crookedly at me across the table, and I suddenly wanted to take her in my arms.

"I'm naked under this dress," she whispered. No man had ever heard more wonderful words.

As we walked out of the restaurant, she leaned against me, her fragrance filling my nostrils. I needed her as badly as I ever had. She had told me what her limitations were – we had four hours left together, and I was going to make best use of every minute.

I glanced once more at my watch, and saw that we still had half an hour before my little surprise back at the hotel would be ready. However, my urgency wouldn't let me wait. I took her by the elbow and steered her into a quiet alleyway that I had noticed on our walk to the restaurant.

As always, Trina seemed to be way ahead of me. Taking me by the hand, we penetrated more deeply into the darkened alley, which was lit only dimly by lights from the apartments overhead. We reached a quiet spot next to a low wall.

Not waiting for any encouragement, she lifted up her dress and hopped up to sit with her bare ass on the wall. I slipped open my belt and pulled my pants down to let my engorged cock spring out. She spread her legs and hooked her calves behind my thighs, drawing me instantly and deeply into her.

It was like slipping into soft warm butter – she was so wet and ready for me. I leaned forward to clasp her to me, burying my face into her chest as I wrapped my arms around her. At first, I slid slowly in and out of her, wanting to draw out the sensation. This turned into an increasingly urgent fucking, the pace picking up, as she got wetter and wetter, opening her legs up increasingly wider to pull me as deeply as possible inside on each stroke.

Her dress was getting in the way. "Take it off of me!" she whispered urgently. I slipped it up and over her head and upstretched arms while I kept my prickhead poised at the entrance to her cunt. Then I hunched my hips forward, burying myself once again in her molten wetness.

She leaned forward to grab me in an urgent embrace. I felt my own need building up inside, so I lowered my arms to grab at the cheeks of her ass, pulling her toward me again. The shifted position lifted her up slightly and I felt the weight of her boring down on to my hips. I knew that I was close to coming.

She reached down between us and I could feel the tips of her fingers reach down to titillate her hard clit as it pressed over the top of my throbbing prick. There was no holding back for me – I pushed forward hard, leaning down to suck her hard nipple into my mouth as I felt myself start to empty myself inside her in pulsating jets. This must have sent her over the edge as well, because I felt her tremble and shake several times, in rapid sequence. I could only hold on to her, letting my cock pulse increasingly more slowly as I came down from my come. Then there was just the sound of my rapid breathing, both of us gasping for breath after our panting exertions.

I held her there for a few more minutes, not wanting to give up the exquisite feel of her body against mine, and her asscheeks cupped in my hands. Then I felt a gentle tapping on my shoulder.

"Errr, maybe you should let me down?" she asked with a giggle. I reluctantly pulled her off the wall and let her hop down to the ground. We had a crazy few moments after that, laughing and shushing each other as we felt around for her dress that we had discarded in the heat of the moment. I thought that helping her slip it back over her head was even sexier than it had been taking it off. Much to my surprise, I felt myself stirring again – I was glad to know that, at least from my own standpoint, the night was not yet over.....

We walked back to the hotel with arms wrapped around each other's waists, like lovers on a warm sultry evening. In the interest of mutual discretion, we separated just before arriving back at the hotel entrance, but our fingertips still touched intermittently. It was as if neither of us wanted to be too long out of physical contact.

I glanced once again at my watch, and I saw that the timing of our return had been perfect. As we reached the elevators, she turned to me with a question in her eyes. "Come up to my room," I said simply. She nodded sweetly and said, "I'm all yours!" And when I punched the button and the doors of the elevator closed, she reached up to pull my head down to hers, her lips searching hungrily for mine.

As I opened the door to my room, I could tell that the maid had done exactly as I had requested just before I left. The bathroom had a large tub with whirlpool jets – not quite a Jacuzzi, but perfect for relaxation. I had asked housekeeping to let themselves in at a certain hour and fill the tub with hot water. I saw that they had gone one better – the tub was filled with scented soap bubbles, with two candles lit in one corner and a freshly-opened bottle of champagne with two fluted glasses in another corner.

She was behind me as I pulled her inside the door and into the bathroom, so she didn't see the tub until she stepped inside and I pulled her around me from behind. When she saw the bath, her hand flew up to her mouth as her eyes went wide. Then she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply.

I had the presence of mind to reach around her and unzip her dress. She stepped back from me with her eyes twinkling above a sexy smile, and shrugged her beautiful shoulders, letting her dress drop to pool around her ankles. 

"You're overdressed!" she giggled, as she stepped backwards into the tub and sank slowly into the welcoming bubbles. I sat down on the commode to pull off my shoes and socks, and then stood to pull off my shirt and pants. No matter how much I practised, I don't think I could ever get the hang of effortlessly removing my clothes. As I stripped off my boxer briefs, I looked over to see her still smiling at me, her head bobbing just above the surface. She reached up with one arm to take my hand and lead me down into the fragrant bubbles.

We leaned back at opposites ends of the tub, our legs silkily and deliciously entwined together. She handed me one of the two champagne glasses that she had poured while I was ridding myself of my clothing. We each leaned back, luxuriating in the warm water, sipping the sweet bubbly wine and letting out an "aaaah" of satisfaction. It was as close to heaven on earth as I had ever experienced.

She:

When we got back to his hotel room, the romance fairy had been at work: candles, a filled tub, champagne. I instantly forgot my clock-watching, stripping off to slide into the steaming bath. We sat there sipping the bubbly at opposite ends, our legs brushing and stroking against each other in the warm depths. I playfully curled my toes around his cock and balls occasionally, blowing him kisses across the soapy divide. 




Object of Desire Ch. 02



"When do you need to go?" he asked suddenly.

"I dunno. I can't see a clock from here. An hour or so maybe?"

He sighed a resigned sigh. We smiled weakly at one another.

"Well I'm guessing you'll have engineering a trip to London soon, though, huh?"

He nodded insincerely, putting his glass down and climbing out of the tub. He splashed into the bedroom and called back the time to me before returning to our steamy enclosure.

I took a breath and slid down under the water, popping back up again almost instantly and slicking my hair back against my head. That felt better, what with the rising temperature.

"Are you going to give me a wash then?" I asked, flashing him a devilish smile and shuffling closer to him along the floor of the tub. I passed him a bottle of bodywash that stood amid the candles. The water level was at my midriff when I sat upright, and I raised my arms with mock innocence, waiting to be cleaned. 

He poured some of the white, creamy soap into his palm and briefly worked it between his hands. He looked up and smiled, pausing as if in a quandary about were to wash first. I gave him a silent growl with my mouth to egg him on, and his slippery hands reached forward, cupping each breast and slowly, softly kneading them, working up a lather on my chest, drawing my nipples out. It felt divine in the steam of the enclosed room, the cloying atmosphere drawing some inner sense of naughtiness out of me. 

I dropped my arms and swiveled round on to my knees, sloshing a few litres on the floor in the process, and leant forward to give him a kiss. As he responded my hand wandered up his leg to his groin, gently squeezing his cock into action in the warm water. 

"Stand up for me," I said, pulling away.

He gave me a querying look then slowly did as he was told, being careful not to slip. I kissed the tip of his semi-erect cock and nudged him round to my right so that he was able to lean against the wall. I shuffled closer and kissed his balls a couple of times, gently, deliberately, sensually. His cock lifted out of the way by my hand. 

I looked up to see him smiling down, as my mouth took in one of his balls and sucked gently. I could feel him getting harder in my hand by the second. It was so sexy to feel that slow transformation, the heavy heat of the room combining with the intoxication from the champagne to make me feel like a naughty girl in a sauna. 

"I want you to cum on my face," I smiled up at him, stroking his cock harder.

"What?" he said, almost incredulously.

"You heard." I licked up and down his cock a few times, as much of my tongue as possible outside of my mouth for the benefit of his view. I looked back up as I started jacking him again. He was hard now. 

"I want to feel you shoot on my face. I want you to have that image of me to call upon, when you're thousands of miles away jacking off."

I wrapped my mouth around the end of his cock, sucking hard. He gave a muffled moan. I pushed myself against his legs, my soapy upper body sliding against him. My tits were against his thighs, and I shifted left and right enjoying the sensation of my hardened nipples slipping against him. I was gently mouth-fucking him – not taking his dick all the way out, but just keeping the end inside my lips and sucking for a few seconds before sliding him back towards my throat. My left hand was reaching round, cupping the piece of his ass that wasn't pressed against the condensation-soaked wall. My right hand squeezed the base of his cock, jacking the full length of his throbbing tool whenever I broke off to look up at him.

"More than that, though, David – I want an image." I kissed the underside of his cock in between hand strokes. Tonguey, slurpy kisses punctuating my sentences. "I want to remember looking up at you like this. Being your little slut for the night. I want to remember making you shoot over me. And every time I have to give my boyfriend a blow job. I can close my eyes and think of this. You using me like this. God I would love that."

I began jacking him faster, using my mouth more sparingly as I tried to drive him on to orgasm. "Go on. Cum on my face." I could see he was getting closer. "I want to feel it shoot over me." I gave another little suck over the head of his cock and felt a wad of cum explode in my mouth as he cried out. My mouth released his dick and I jacked slower, pointing him at my face, catching the remainder of his juice on my cheeks and round my mouth. I forced the cum in my mouth out with my tongue and smeared it around my lips and chin, looking up at him. I wasn't at all sure if he was enjoying the sight or not. 

"Sorry," I mumbled as his dick went limp in my still-shuffling hand, "I guess romantic settings bring out the slut in me?"

He collapsed back down into the tub. "Which is great," he replied. "But there are other things I'd rather remember you by."

I began rinsing his cum from my face and chest where it had dribbled down. He passed me a cloth. 

I looked up and he smiled at me. "So let's make the most of the time we have left before you disappear out the door..."

He:

When she said that she only had an hour left, my heart sank. And before I could keep it from happening, my face sank as well.

Trina must have understood immediately. And she knew that – however much time we had left together – it would be a shame to waste it on regrets. So she proceeded to blow my cock and my mind one last time.

It was heaven with my prick in her mouth, feeling every last inch as she swallowed me, drawing me in and out, with her tongue wrapped around me. I never wanted it to stop, but before I could hold off, she had me blasting outwards onto her face.

I settled back into the tub, knees weak, as I watched her dab the come from her face. I admit that a face dripping with white sperm was never a favorite fantasy of mine – somehow degrading. But as she smiled back at me after wiping herself clean, cheeks glistening with water, my heart melted.

She actually started apologizing to me – "Sorry, I guess romantic settings bring out the slut in me...."

"Are you kidding me?" I replied, gasping. "You're unbelievable! But there are other things I'd rather remember you by. So let's make the most of the time we have left before you disappear out the door..." 

I knew that I had nothing left in me – there was no way I was getting hard again for quite some time, after the way she had drained me – but I wanted to see her come again. And I knew how to take her.

I slid forward onto my knees between her legs, bending over to suck her lips into my mouth. While she was distracted, I slipped my right hand between her legs, thrusting two fingers inside of her.

She squealed as her hips thrust upward in the soapy water, taking on a rhythm of their own in time to my plunging fingers. I twisted my right hand palm up, the tips of my two fingers pressing into the spongy walls of her cunt above her vagina. I was going to find her g-spot or die trying.....

I didn't have long to wait. She broke her lips from mine, gasping as she grasped my shoulders with both hands. "Ooooh, what are you....?"

The sudden clenching of every muscle in her body told me that I was on the right track. I pressed on the soft inner surface of her cunt, curling my fingers upward in a "come here" motion, caressing and drumming simultaneously at the moist flesh. Simultaneously, I bent my head downward, capturing her breast between my lips. I inhaled, sucking her breastflesh inside and trapping her rock-hard nipple between my tongue and the roof of my mouth.

Her eyes rolled up inside her head, showing almost only white. Her hips twitched once, and then again, more violently. She pulled me down to her, biting my shoulder. I felt the pain, and I knew that there would be a mark that I might have some trouble explaining at home. But none of that mattered for now, as her body tensed into a bow and she came. And came.

She shouted my name, she cursed, she shuddered as the waves broke over her, harder at first, and then gradually lessening as she rode the peaks of her orgasms and down the back side of her arousal. She cried out one more time, and then relaxed limply into the tub. She looked up weakly at me, and then grabbed my face in both hands, pulling me to her and kissing me deeply.

"WHERE did you learn to do that?" she murmured weakly, after releasing my face from her hands. I didn't answer, mostly because I had no idea myself. So I just grinned as I settled back into the opposite end of the tub.

We spent the next half hour soaking, our arms draped over the sides of the tub. I let my feet rub over her skin gently, and I felt her toes doing the same to me. There was no more left to say – we had drained each other completely.

When the time came, she slipped out of the tub. I started to rise, but she pressed me back down with one hand on my shoulder, and the index finger of her other hand pressed to my lips. "Not one word, lover," she whispered.

She dried herself off with a white fluffy towel, and then slipped on her white shift. "It's later than I thought - I hope I don't have to explain this," she grinned. And then she was out the door.

It was another ten minutes before I could regain enough strength to pull myself out of the tub. I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face, thinking only of my Trina.

I checked out early the next morning to catch my flight back home. I found myself looking out the window as the plane banked over Istanbul and headed south over the Sea of Marmara.

I was glad that I hadn't run into any of my colleagues at the hotel when I checked out – I would have had a hard time explaining where I had been spending so much of my time at that conference. Oh well, let them guess.

What a trip! What a surprise! And what an amazing woman! I had no idea when –or even whether - I would see her again. On the other hand, I had no idea that we were going to meet this time, either. I was not used to feeling this good. But boy, I was ready to do it again, whenever the opportunity might arise.

I wonder if her boyfriend noticed that she returned wearing no underwear . . .