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Oh, Those Boots! Ch. 01

By: KingNeptune



Chapter 1 -- The Lady in Black

It was bitterly cold outside, and I welcomed the warmth of the room as I walked in. The howling wind insisted on keeping the door open, and it took some effort to get it closed. I was on travel for my company, would be for several weeks, and so I had the evenings and nights pretty much to myself.

The bar was one of those combined bar / restaurant places that seem to spring up on the corners of shopping malls, freeway exits, and near airports of big cities to attract the business travelers. Even though there are a handful of names on the outside, they're pretty much all the same on the inside. At any rate, it was a warm, comfortable place to go for a quiet beer or two. The howl of the wind outside stirred my creative spirit, and I was looking forward to some thoughtful reflection, some writing, and some good beer.

I found a quiet table, a tall one in a small island of light, that looked to be the perfect place to sit and write. I got comfortable, ordered a tall glass of my favorite beer, and started to think. It wasn't too long before I found a place to start, but just as I put pen to paper, I became aware of a change in the room. I tried to ignore it at first, thinking it had simply been someone coming in or going out and letting the chill from outside into the room. As my concentration waned, I realized it was more than that. Something had caught the attention of pretty much everyone in the bar. I put down my pen, looked up, and immediately saw the reason.

A woman had come into the bar and instantly captured everyone's attention. It was the sudden lack of the conversation noise that had grabbed me, and I could see why: pretty much no one was talking; all their attention was on the woman. I could see why that was, too, because I was among the crowd.

"Hot" does not begin to describe her, just as "hot and bothered" does not begin to describe the state in which I was quickly finding myself. I watched in rapt fascination as she took off her long black overcoat and draped it over the back of a chair at an empty table. From head to toe she was dressed in black.

She stood at her table, her dark hair framing her angular face. A snug-fitting black blouse hugged her form under a short leather jacket. A short leather skirt hugged her hips. The black boots she wore reached to her knees, leaving a luscious amount of leg still exposed. She wore black leather gloves, too, which I noticed when she moved her hands to push her hair back from her face as the barmaid came up to her table.

I watched her interact with the barmaid, and everything about her spoke of confidence, poise, and class. In fact, her manner of dress was (aside from incredibly hot & sexy) classy and stylish. I wondered if she always dressed this way, or whether she was had simply gone out this evening in search of a partner, maybe "on the prowl" or something. Who or what was she looking for? I wanted to know more about her. She was the stuff my fantasies were made of, and oh, how hot they were.

Unfortunately as I looked around the bar, I saw I wasn't the only one. Seemed like every damned guy in the place had the same idea, and the same goal in mind, namely, to score with this woman. The unaccompanied ones were pretty much openly staring, and those there with female companions were catching more-or-less surreptitious longing glances when and where they could. Most of the women were looking none too pleased, I noticed with some amusement.

Amusement or not, I knew as I watched her I wouldn't have a chance. It'd only be the great memory and fantastic mental image of her and what we might get up to together that'd stoke up the solo fire later. It didn't help that as I watched, some single guy came up to her table and started to talk with her. However, from the way she held her head, to the way she sat up straight in her chair, suggested that he was about to be summarily dismissed. His rejection and dismissal was confirmed shortly as I watched him walk back to the bar and his buddies, his head a little lower than he'd started.

Well, damn the bad luck, I thought, on the one hand sorry for the guy but on the other secretly pleased that he'd been shot down. Even though I had a feeling that the open staring and mindless chatter were what cost the others their chance, I did not want to take my eyes from her., but I shifted my gaze away from her and let my imagination run free. As it happened, that was to be my success. Not knowing it at the time though, I continued to sit and stare idly into the middle distance.

After a while my focus shifted back to the Woman in Black, who I noticed had apparently just rebuffed an offer of a drink from someone. Aannnd... you're OUT! I thought, laughing inwardly. Guess we know who's leading in this game, don't we?

I gazed at the woman a while longer, took a sip of beer, and picked up my pen. I took another glance at her, and happened to catch her eye. I smiled politely and nodded, and got the same in return.

That's nice, I thought, taking my victories where I could get them. I rested my forehead on one hand and began writing with the other. It was now not a reflection on the day's events and the cold weather and working conditions out there, but building the outline of a tale involving the woman who now so filled my vision, my imagination, my mind's eye. The more I wrote, the more the imaginary scene came into focus and took shape. Every once in a while I'd raise my head to look at her, and once or twice caught her watching me, which had the effect of urging on the writing. The barmaid came along, and I ordered another pint without much thought and without looking up at her.

"Want to wait on that?" she asked.

My first thought was No, actually I wouldn't, since I'd just begun to feel the stir of erotic muse, and I felt like another beer would help it along just fine.

"Hang on a moment," I said without looking up. I kept writing, my mind still on the newcomer in the bar. I read over what I'd just written and put down my pen. I looked up at her; she was quite pretty. "I'd like another pint of the same," I answered. "But tell me why I should wait."

"Well, for starters," she began, leaning an elbow on my table, "that nice lady over there just offered to buy you one."

I stared at her, mouth agape. She instantly had all my attention. I looked in the direction she'd nodded. My patroness was none other than Ms. Black Leather! She had bought me a beer? I gathered my wits and raise my empty glass in silent toast. "Thank you," I spoke in a barely audible whisper. She nodded, smiling slightly.

Suddenly I found myself with dry mouth and sweaty palms, as well as that strange-but-nice "butterflies in the stomach" sort of feeling. I looked back at my barmaid. She seemed to be enjoying the whole scene; her eyes narrowed slightly and the hint of a smile graced her lips.

"Take that as a yes?" she said.

"Sure. Bring me the same. Black," I said. "To match her outfit," I added, raising my glass to Ms. Black Leather. "Tell her that too, if you would."

"Tell her...?"

"Tell her this," I said, reaching back in my memory, reaching back to my Navy days. The Officer of the Deck sends his respects, and reports the noon position. "Yes. Tell her that the gentleman sends his respects, and says that the black beer will go well with her stunning black leather," I answered. "And many thanks, too," I added. I chanced a sideways glance at my anonymous friend, and had the impression that she was intensely interested in the conversation at my table.

"Black it is," my barmaid friend said. "Good luck."

Good luck? I wasn't gambling, but I appreciated her sentiment all the same. On the other hand, it looked like I might be on the road to winning something. I'd certainly won the lady's attention.

I took the opportunity to indulge in a more careful perusal of my benefactor. The subdued light of the bar and the light above her table lent additional eroticism to her black leather. I could hold my head one way and see certain highlights, and from another angle, see others. The shadows enhanced her mystery, and I was thrilled to be the subject of her attention.

We caught each others' eyes and exchanged another nod. As she reached for her glass I noticed she still wore her gloves. The "butterflies" in my stomach either did a pirouette, or else my pulse skipped a beat. I suddenly remembered a particularly hot young woman in a psychology class in college.

That young woman, I remembered, had a face and a pair of boobs and a figure to die for. She apparently had some thing or attraction or fascination about gloves. The semester started in late August and the weather was still warm. But regardless of the weather, every single day I'd see her come into the lecture hall with her gloves on. It was an early-morning class, so maybe she drove and wore the gloves for driving. Anyway, I did enjoy watching her carefully take them off and lay them on the desk beside her. She clearly wore them often, as they held the shape of her hands. Then she'd take this incredibly sexy stretch: arms out to her sides, palms up, then she'd arch backwards, all the way to her neck, and nearly always there I was in the back row, watching the whole show. I know she knew I was her, and that I enjoyed her little exhibition, but I never followed up on anything with her. Never even learned her name. Anyway, she certainly did something for me in the way of making leather gloves something sexy.

Ms. Black Leather still wore hers. The sleeves of her short leather jacket came to her wrists, so that from finger tip to shoulder she was in leather. Underneath, from neckline to waist seemed to be silk or satin. Elegant, classy, and sexy. I sat back, hoping that I was going to get to know her better, and simply enjoyed watching her. Poise, confidence, and raw, unbridled lustful sex... I thought of where my thoughts had carried me, considered the present, and took up my pen again. Thoughts and ideas came faster than I could write. My attention was divided among Ms Black Leather, the barmaid, and my writing.

As for the barmaid, where had she gone? Ah, excellent. There she was behind the bar waiting for the tap to clear to draw a glass. Poetry in motion, I thought as I watched the black gold flow down the inside of the glass. Soon she was done. I watched her step out from behind the bar, and make her way to my new friend's table.

I watched with interest as she stopped next to my patroness, and wondered what passed between them. They had a brief interchange, and then she was on the way to my table with my glass. I closed my pen and notebook.

"The Lady returns your compliments, Sir, and wishes you drink to good health." With that, she set down the glass and vanished. I raised the glass to my lips, savoring the great thick head. Never had a beer tasted so fine.

Not completely surprised, but very pleased, the black Guinness was soon followed by the woman in the snug-fitting black leather.

"I like your taste," she said simply, standing across the table from me.

I was just about on fire, but I wasn't about to let on, and I felt I couldn't dare. "Many thanks for the beer," I said, nodding to her. "You are dressed very nicely." Exquisitely, in fact: the leather skirt just over her knees, the tall boots, the black gloves, the bolero jacket, the black silk blouse underneath.

"Thank you. You're nicely dressed as well."

I wasn't about to admit how she affected me. I tried like mad to calm the butterflies, to be smooth and calm. I had no idea how she'd chosen me out of the group of Neanderthals and I really did not want to wreck this. Don't blow it, I told myself. I had something of a record of speaking before I thought, which had cost me a few relationships in the past.

"Jackie," she said simply as she took a glove off. She extended a bare hand to me, which I took in both hands, squeezed slightly, and released. "Short for Jacqueline, which is a mouthful. You?"

She began to pull her other glove off, then carefully laid them on the table and smoothed them out. I had an impression that after her travels and after the nonsense she'd recently deflected in the bar, that she felt like she'd finally arrived at her destination. "May I join you?"

"Please do," I answered. She smoothed her skirt and sat across from me. I could just see her boots without obviously staring as she sat sideways on her chair. "Mick," I said, "short for Michael, which is a syllable less than yours, and not so much of a mouthful."

"So it is," she said. "But that's a nice name, too." She placed her hands on the table, one atop the other on her gloves.

I wondered if she was as nervous as I was. "But a big mouthful, you say? How big is big?" There I went: speaking before thinking again.

"Like this," she answered. She drained her glass in one swallow. Granted, there wasn't much left, but I got to thinking about the frat-house drinking games.

"Yes, I'd agree that was a mouthful, but it was a mouthful of beer," I said. I had something else entirely in mind.

"And your point is...? Or maybe I should add, 'A mouthful of what?'" she said.

Could this really be happening, and going the direction I secretly hoped? Might be no harm in finding out. "Depends on what you want, I think. There are other mouthfuls. A mouthful of steak, for instance."

"I'll bet your mother said something along the lines of take smaller bites. But I don't think your mother's here. Plus, I think you know very well what I mean. Now answer the question."

I was cornered. "Steak can be a big mouthful, m'dear. And to answer your question, as big as you need." I paused. "Maybe more. More than a mouthful."

"More?" she idly fingered the gloves. She place both hands were under her chin, and the effect was fantastically erotic. "I need a lot," she said in a low voice.

"What you need," I said, still talking before I thought, "is a good, stiff, fucking." I carefully pronounced and emphasized the last word.

She visibly startled, and her hands moved in such a way that I thought fleetingly I was going to get her gloves or knuckles across my face. She seemed to take some effort to get herself under control, but her answer made me jump at least as much as she had.

"Fuck..." she hissed. "That has got to be about the baldest, most straight-forward line I have ever heard..."

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. I felt like I was outside myself, watching, as I answered. "Direct and to-the-point is sometimes the best," I offered.

"Boy, you better believe it is," she countered, her voice yet quieter, but even more intense. Suddenly she sat up. I looked to see what had distracted her. The barmaid was coming toward our table.

"Would you please bring my coat over here?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am. And would you like another?" she asked Jackie. I caught the barmaid's eye, and she winked at me.

"Yes, I would. Thank you." She looked at the glass she had just bought for me. "I'll have the same as the gentleman here," she said.

"Very good, Ma'am," the barmaid said. "Guinness?"

"Yes, please," Jackie answered in a very classy and polite sort of way.

The barmaid left.

"So where were we?" I asked, hoping to pick up the same thread. "Something about 'big mouthfuls,' and 'straight and to the point,'?"

"We may be finished with that, but I think I have the idea where we were headed. We'll hold that thought for now. Let's go on to 'gentleman,'" she said.

I thought for a moment, this time thinking before I opened my mouth. "How would you describe a 'gentleman'?" I asked.

She paused as she thought. "I'd say he'd be someone who didn't openly stare and ogle. I'll leave it at that, but the question is open for later." She sat up straight, her hands in her lap, and crossed her legs at the knee. I felt my thoughts driving toward things hot, sexy, horny...

"You'd better close that mouth, hon," I heard her say, and felt her fingers on my chin. "You'll drool on yourself." She laid her gloves on the table and smoothed them again, then moved her hands to her boots. She splayed her fingers and suggestively moved them up her calf. "I think you like my boots. Yes?"

Not only an invitation to say more, but the understatement of the year. She had evidently caught me ogling and staring. But her legs and boots were so nice to stare at. "Yeah, you could say that," I answered. I longed to put my hands on the back of her leg, to touch the leather, to squeeze and caress her smooth leg beneath. Oh, those boots...

She lifted her top leg and made contact with mine. She pressed her calf to mine and rubbed slowly, deliberately. Her eyes held mine as she spoke.

"Would you tell me what you want to do with them? With me?"

The barmaid returned right then. I looked up at her, and something must have shown in my face. I hoped it wasn't bad, but I didn't much care for the interruption.

"Excuse me," she said as she politely bowed her head and set the new glass down in front of Jackie and draped her overcoat over the remaining chair at our table. The brief interruption gave me some time to think on her question. I watched the barmaid walk away.

I looked at my closed notebook, my mind on what I'd just written. There was a bit of a problem, and the butterflies had not calmed down. It's now or never, Lover-boy. After thinking things over for a short moment, I spoke. "Well, howgraphic, let's say, shall I be?"

"I thought it was something like that." She gave me a wink and licked her lips. "How about as graphic as you think you need to be to make your point. I'll tell you if you need to stop," she answered. "For whatever reason."

OK, I thought, breathing deep. Here we go. "All right. For starters, I'd like to do some pretty serious, heavy making out with you. Like a couple of teenagers, maybe." I remembered a couple, groping and grasping and grinding away lying in the grass, oblivious to the world, in a corner of the football field, close to the bus stop. In full view of everyone. Every time I remembered those two -- Andrea and Burt -- I felt a little envious, a little horny. It was surprising I could still remember their names.

Yes, that was it: her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Go on," she said after a time. She seemed to be in about the same state as I was, and I felt the envious stares of the other male patrons in the bar.

"Let's see..." I went on to add to what I'd started. "That's where I'll start. Some good old-fashioned grinding and groping, mouth on mouth, lots of tongue, feeling each other up. Like those teenagers in heat." I described Andrea and Burt to her. "All over each other." I found myself getting into this. "I'd love to get my hands on your boots, your legs, follow your pretty legs up to your ass..."

"I get the idea, thank you."

Oh shit, I thought. Did I just blow it?

"Wow. I figured it was something like that," she said. "Tell me," she asked in a very low voice. I had to lean in and concentrate to hear her over the din of the bar. "Would we do that standing, sitting, lying down, or what?"

Evidently I didn't blow it. Excellent! "We'd start standing up," I answered, thinking of Andrea and Burt, long ago. I was sure that's how they started, prior to their writhing about in the grass. Were Ms. Black Leather and I about to go that way?

There was a sharp intake of breath. "Damn..." she whispered, in a visible struggle to retain some semblance of composure. "Tell me: are we still standing, in your little scenario?"

"Oh yes," I answered.

"I need you to take me, just like that," she said immediately. "We can't get to it soon enough."


Oh, Those Boots! Ch. 02



Chapter Two -- The First Evening

We walked into the lobby of my hotel, and again caught a number of interested glances. Feeling hotter by the minute, I led Jackie through the lobby to the elevator. Once we got in and the doors closed -- thankfully it was empty but for the two of us -- I took hold of her elbows and turned her quickly with her back to the wall. I placed a knee between her legs, leaned against her and kissed her hard. I forced her mouth open with mine, and our tongues sought each other hungrily. Too soon, the elevator slowed and chimed and the doors hissed open. We had barely untangled ourselves when we noticed an older couple gawking at us. The man seemed to be enjoying the sight, but his wife seemed a little annoyed at our public display of unbridled lust.

"Stop staring, Edward. I swear, kids these days..." I heard her say in a low voice as they walked into the elevator and the doors closed behind them.

"Kids?" Jackie demanded, smoothing her skirt. "Maybe if the old bat weren't such a desiccated old prune and a prude as well..."

I laughed as I pushed her against the wall and pressed my mouth to hers again. She giggled.

"Kids don't kiss like this. They don't know how." I broke the kiss enough to answer. I brought a hand up and pulled her jaw down, pressing my lips to hers and invading her mouth with my tongue. She responded in kind and we finished our mutual check of each other's tonsils before we moved down the hall.

I managed to get my card in the lock and the door opened, and before it closed fully Jackie had shed her overcoat and was propelling me through the suite toward the bedroom. She gave me a shove at the foot of the bed and I fell backwards onto it.

"Condom? Yes? No? I'm on birth control, by the way."

"No," I answered. "I'll go bareback if you will."

"Nice," she said. She made short work of getting my belt undone and my cock free, which immediately sprang to attention. She gave it three or four deep mouthfuls and moved away. Her hands were trembling.

"Nervous?" I asked her, touching her hand. "I'll be gentle if it's your first time."

"Fuck you," she answered. "It happens that I'm so horny I could fuck the doorknob. Is it your first time or something?"

"Fuck you, too. You'll find out soon enough. Now get on with it."

"Too much talk. Time to fuck." She stood straight, hiked up her skirt and pulled the crotch of her panties aside. "See, it's I fuck you, you fuck me. Like you mak-ah me hoh-nee, I mak-ah you hoh-nee. Any questions?"

"Just one: are you Asian? You don't look it, and what about —"

"I'm not. And doing it standing up?" she asked. "In a moment. I gotta get you inside me right here and right now. I think I told you to shut up and fuck. And don't you dare come." As she was talking she got on the bed and knelt over me, her booted legs against my thighs and hips. She slowly lowered herself to me until we were touching. "This is it," she whispered, holding herself just in contact with my throbbing erection. "Ready?"

Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed hold of my cock with one gloved hand, and, balancing herself with the other, lowered her hips until I was just barely inside her. Penetration, however slight: I'd always found that legal phrase loaded with the erotic.

"Oh yeah," she said as she let out her breath. "That feels so good." She pushed herself up again until we were scarcely apart, then came down like before. She went up again and held there, gripping the head of my shaft with her pussy and the rest with her gloved hand.

I grunted heavily.

"Do not come," she ordered.

"Not going to," I answered. "Just feels really, really good."

"Then you'll really like this." She took her hand away and leaned forward. Not moving her pussy, she gripped my upper arms and leaned her weight on her hands. She scooted her knees to my waist and squeezed inward. She had me effectively pinned to the bed. "Here we go," she breathed. "Remember, don't come." She lowered herself onto me, going until she had me inside her to the hilt. "How's that?" she whispered, gazing into my eyes.

"Fan-fucking-tastic," I answered. "Damn, but you're tight," I added.

"Did you say `butt´?" she asked, jerking her hips forward against my deep-planted cock.

I grunted again, involuntarily. Coming was not going to be an option if she did that too many more times. "You're tight," I repeated.

"I asked about my butt." She jerked her hips again, backward this time. "Don't come."

"Then you'd better stop that," I answered. "And what about your butt?" I had a feeling I knew what she was asking, but it was hard to think clearly, deeply joined as we presently were. Besides, I wanted to hear the explicit details from her.

"I'll stop for now," she said and slowly raised herself off my rock-hard pole.

I could feel the tremors starting deep within me that signaled approaching orgasm. With a struggle I mastered it as she slipped off.

"Close, are you?"

"How'd you guess?" I asked, still struggling to bring the muscles down south under control. I sat up.

"It shows in your face," she answered. "You need to come." She paused for a moment. "And so do I. Badly." She stood up and drew a deep breath. "Whew. Fucking right up to the edge is good foreplay, but it's hard to stop and go back. 'Scuse me a moment. I need the bathroom." She wasn't the only one.

When I came out, she was standing beside the bed with her jacket over her forearm. Her black blouse looked tailored; it hugged her figure in all the right places. It was not quite sleeveless, and her bare arms with her black gloves made a striking and enticing picture. Not to mention the short, tight skirt and her tall black boots. And to think we were about to get it on like a couple of animals in heat... I was instantly hard. I put a hand down the front of my trousers and shamelessly adjusted myself, watching her the whole time.

"Ready to fuck properly now?" she asked, her gloved hands on her hips.

"Oh yes. Now there's 'direct and to-the-point for you.'"

"My thoughts exactly." She looked thoughtful for a moment, then spoke. "What's the best way to do this, do you think?"

I looked at her, and then around the bedroom. I thought of her bent over, doing her from the rear, and thought how I'd love to have my hands on her breasts, abdomen, and clit: hot, urgent. "Not here," I said, and pushed her toward the living room of the suite. "Over the side and back of the sofa?" I asked.

"I like it," she said, looking around the room. A full-length dressing mirror on the wall beside the sofa caught her eye. "But let's do this. Give me some help." We moved the end of the sofa so we could see ourselves in the mirror. "I want to watch us," she said.

For the next several minutes we wound around each other like a pair of eels, our tongues sparring, our hands exploring. She pushed me against the wall as I'd done to her in the hallway and held me close to her. I felt her breasts press against my chest. I moved a hand up her back, and traced the outline of her bra through her blouse. I held her chin in the other. "I need you," I whispered, my lips brushing her ear. My cock was ready for full action now. I turned us so I was pressing her to the wall.

We kept on with our kissing, fondling, groping foreplay. I raised the front of her skirt and pushed a knee up into her crotch so she couldn't touch the floor with both feet. I kissed her hard.

"Oh yeah," she hissed. She pushed us down onto the floor and pulled me over on top of her. She moved her hands from my neck, back and shoulders down to my waist. As she undid my belt, she pulled my shirt up and swirled her tongue around my navel. "Let's get this bad boy out and ready for work." We kissed and groped some more, rolling around on the floor. She had one hand down my trousers, holding my cock in a tight grip. She undid my pants and pushed them down a little. We broke away from one another and got to our feet.

Once up, I did a quick shake of my hips, and my pants fell around my ankles. Walking this way would be a challenge, I thought, but then I wasn't going to be doing much walking.

"Cute trick," she remarked with a little laugh. "Got any more?"

"Wait and see," I answered. I had something in mind.

"Don't make me wait too long, lover. You gotta fuck me properly."

"Then turn around," I said. I urged her hips around and pushed her shoulders down to the back of the sofa. "Time to bend over, Jackie," I said. She was facing the sofa and bent over the side, one arm down the back of it. I caressed her thigh. "Got plenty more tricks," I said as I gripped her hips and leaned over to nibble on her neck. "Get this leg up more," I said, and guided her booted leg over the arm of the sofa to the seat cushion. "Hold your boot for me," I said. I nibbled her neck some more.

She moaned and turned her head to allow me better access.

"Wanna see another?" I could feel my own hot breath against her neck. I moved my lips to the back of her neck. I pushed her hair up, and placed my lips and tongue right under her hairline. I firmed my grip on her hips and moved one hand down to the hem of her skirt, caressing the insides of her stocking-clad thighs. I had to get down to her boots, just because they were so fucking hot. But there was one, and only one, chance to get this right. I caressed that boot some more.

"Yeah, baby," she whispered, her eyes half closed. "Show me the trick."

I nuzzled her neck and begin sucking hard. She was going to have one helluva hickey. I gripped her booted calf and kept sucking. Suddenly and swiftly I brought my other hand up the inside of her leg. Nudging aside the crotch of her panties with my thumb, I buried it as deep into her pussy as I could, all in one smooth motion. "How's that grab you?" I asked, working my fingers outside, my thumb inside, and squeezed. I had indeed grabbed her, and began moving my hand against her. Pretty soon she didn't need help; she was doing a good job of gyrating against it all on her own.

"Oh, fuck..." she gasped. She seemed to be trying to catch her breath as I kept at her with my hand. "Dd - do... do you..." More labored breathing, then her pelvic muscles clamped hard against my thumb. Yi yi yi yi!" she squealed. "I- I- I'm... Fuck!"

Coming, I think is what she was going to say. I let her keep wiggling and squirming on my hand as she calmed down, but still I pressed up, to the point where she couldn't keep her balance. She was still going strong and still clamped down on my thumb. Her legs squeezed hard against my hand and she was breathing hard and fast. Her eyes closed to slits; she was in her own little world of pleasure.

Slowly I eased her down and took my thumb out of her and my hand out of her panties. That was all the calming down she was going to get. I noticed with some good interest that she wore her panties over her garter belt, which I took to be a sure sign of a woman who dressed like this on a more-than-occasional basis. I filed the idea away for future use, my curiosity aroused. I had an idea.

I reached down to the trousers around my ankles and drew my knife. It was a single blade; sharp, well balanced and oiled, and I had it open with a flick of my wrist. Careful not to touch her hot ass or the back of her legs with the cold steel, I sliced through the waistband down to and through the crotch of her panties in the blink of an eye. I doubt she even noticed that it happened. I carefully pulled the silky nylon away -- I think as far as she could tell I was just getting some better access -- and tossed it aside. I pressed my lips to her ear. "I owe you some new panties," I whispered.

"Damn... that was tremendous," she said, still breathing hard. Indeed, she hadn't noticed a thing.

"Yeah, it was," I answered. "Ready for some more?"

"Do me," she whispered. "Hard." She balanced herself a little better against the side and back of the sofa and leaned forward some more.

I straightened her skirt a little then started caressing her bare ass with both hands. I worked one hand up to her waist and pulled the front of her blouse out of her skirt. She watched me in the mirror, an expression of extreme lust and hunger on her flushed face. Animals in rut, I thought as I slipped a hand up her blouse. "Let's see what's in here." My hand found smooth, bare skin, toned abs, and working up higher, the lower cups of her bra. I had always loved bras and the great treasures they contained. Her breasts felt firm and full, a delightfully overflowing handful. I longed to give them more attention, but not just yet. I continued with that hand just under her breasts, exploring her bra, caressing her breasts, while with the other I worked down her rear to the hem of her short skirt.

I slid my hands under it and raised it, enjoying the slippery feel of the lining of her skirt gliding over her nylon-clad legs and now-bare ass. It was the heat of the moment now and my cock was so hard it was beating time with my pulse. But it wasn't time yet. I had to wind her up some more.

"Say, what do you do for a living, anyway?" I asked, one hand still teasing at her breasts and the other squeezing and caressing her hot rear.

"Pharmaceutical sales and marketing," she answered. "What's that have to do with sex?" She sounded distracted, but not exactly irritated.

"Just wondering," I answered as I caressed her bare bottom, savoring every curve and the delicious firmness. She still hadn't discovered she'd somehow just lost her panties. "Not every day one meets a woman who dresses so classy. Or so hot." I quickly found my target, with my middle finger this time, and plunged it deep. There was a sharp intake of breath.

"Holy crap," she exclaimed. "It's a job requirement, all right?" She sounded completely distracted and exasperated. "Could we get on with this?" I felt her chest expand with a deep breath, and at the same time she pushed back against my hand. "I need... I mean... dammit! Will you just get something else in there!"

I was amused and in a mood to tease and torment her like she had done to me earlier. "Getting there," I replied. "And the company tells you what to wear underneath, too?" I asked. "I find that odd." I continued to caress her boots, her legs, her ass. Truth be told, I wanted to get inside her as much as she wanted me in her, but I enjoyed hearing her beg for it.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" she said. "No... fuck me... oh, come on, you know what I mean... I mean, you know what I want..." the tone of her voice conveyed a strong sense of frustration. I took both hands to spread her ass cheeks, then brought my raging hard-on up to her pussy. I pressed only the very head in and held there, just like she did with me when we'd first come into the suite.

"This what you have in mind?" I asked.

"It is, oh please, please do me... fuck me now..." she said.

"I think that good, stiff, fucking is about to happen Jackie. Give me your hand." I took my hand and interlaced my fingers with her gloved hand, and held her close with it. With the other I gripped her boot. At first I worked my way in and out, barely penetrating her. She was whimpering now, beyond all words. At last, I slowly pressed forward and slid deeper into her hot, wet pussy. I went into her balls-deep and then began moving in and out in short strokes, still buried deep, and slammed her pussy and ass with each inward thrust. I reached into her blouse again, between her breasts, and into her bra. I gave one nipple a powerful tweak.

"Oh, FUCK!" she burst out. Her pussy contracted violently against my buried cock as she came, hard. I was almost there, but I wanted to have some more fun before I let her have it all. I pushed into her as deep as I could go, parting her ass cheeks so I could go deeper. I forced myself to hold still, buried to the hilt, because again I felt the warnings of a mind-blowing orgasm. This time was stronger than the first, and I had to stay absolutely motionless. I gripped her hips in both hands and held her hard against me as she rode through her own orgasm.

As for my own, I wanted to hold it off just a little longer. Pretty soon I felt like it was safe to go on. I carefully relaxed my hold on her hips and eased my cock out, so that again only the head was inside her. I raised my hand up and brought it down and forward with a sharp slap on her bare ass.

She squealed in pleasure as I swatted her again. Slaps and squeals and grunts were the only sounds in the room as I pumped her pussy in strong, deep thrusts. I was back from the edge, but there would be no more holding back.

I grunted heavily into her neck. "Here it comes, Jackie..." I slammed my hips forward then backed out a tiny bit. "Ready for it?"

"Fuck yes... give it to me... come in me!"

I moved one hand under her hips and pulled her tight to me, gave her tit another strong pinch with the other, and let my body do what it had to: my balls boiled over and erupted, firing jet after jet of hot semen deep into her vagina. Some of it oozed out over my pulsing nuts. That got me even hotter as I felt it, and I kept thrusting in and out. The sensations were overwhelming, and I felt like what I thought a buck must feel. I not-so-gently nibbled and tongued the nape of her neck as I slammed into her as hard as I could. We continued to moan and grunt and groan to each other like a pair of animals as we worked ourselves through our mutual orgasms and beyond.

Slowly the urgency of our intercourse subsided, and I eased my cock from her delightfully hot, wet, and filled tight pussy.

She turned around to face me and we kissed. "Oh yeah..." she sighed, evidently at a loss for words. She took hold of my hard cock, still jumping slightly with my pulse. Jizz and pussy juice drooled out of her and down the inside of her stocking-clad thighs. Jizz and pussy juice were spread liberally around my cock and balls, and I could feel jizz and pussy juice running down my own leg, as well.

"That was fucking hot," she said. "Scorching hot."

"That's because you're one hot woman," I answered, putting an arm around her and drawing her close to kiss her deep.

"Mmm..." she murmured into my mouth, threading an arm around my waist as she met my lips. She grasped my relaxing cock.

I took her down to the floor and rolled over on top of her. "You're wild and untamed," I said, pinning her arms to the floor as she'd done to mine on the bed earlier. I moved up and held her upper arms under my knees.

"And you like it," she said.

"Oh, I do. I do indeed." There was no arguing that point at all. "What else do you do?"

She laughed so hard and so suddenly it came out as a snort. "Crap... sorry," she said, struggling to calm down, stop laughing, and trying to recover herself. "How the hell am I supposed to answer that now?"

"Same as you would have before that outburst," I answered. "Tell me what else you do."

"My arms are going numb," she protested.

"Sorry." I moved down, but held her down with my body, her hands to mine, forearm to forearm. "You're still wearing your gloves," I remarked as interlaced my fingers with hers and squeezed her hands in mine. I clamped her hips firmly between my thighs.

"You're a swift one, you are. How long did it take you to figure that out? I'm still fully clothed, too."

"I noticed that, m'dear, 'cept your undies are over there in a wad," I said. "And you still haven't answered my question." A shredded wad, but I was going to let her find that out for herself.

"Your pants are around your ankles."

"Would you please answer the question!"

More laughter, quieter this time. "About what else I do," she said after a pause. "Well, let's see... I'm a talented, but noisy and sloppy fellatrix. I love it when the orgasm happens at the back of my mouth and down my throat with my lips closed all around." She was quiet for moment, her eyes searching mine, as though thinking and trying to discern my own thoughts. "I should add that nice girls don't spit. Plus, I like to get it in my ass."




Oh, Those Boots! Ch. 02



"Something tells me you're not a nice girl."

"Not generally," she said coyly. "For instance, I don't think I've ever used the phrase, 'So horny I could fuck the doorknob' before tonight. I like other things, too," she mused. "Besides, would 'nice girls' take it in the butt?"

"No, 'nice girls' wouldn't say or do those things." I answered. "Tell me what other things 'naughty girls' do."

"Well, you'll have to stick around and find out."

That sounded like a pretty good invitation. "I shall take you up on that," I said.

"I shall agree to that, Mr. Mick," she answered as I rolled off her. "How 'bout we get a little rest?"

I watched her stand straight. Delicious, I thought. She smoothed down her skirt and began taking off her blouse, which had become completely un-tucked.

"Nice idea," I answered and began to pull off my own boots so I could extract myself from the wad of clothing around my ankles.

"Take care of mine too, will you?" She moved a booted leg in front of my face, stroking my cheek with it.

"It'd be a pleasure." I drew down the zippers and slipped them off her feet. I was winding up again. Animals in rut.

"Feels nice," she said, curling her toes as they came free from her boots. Oh, those boots.

"It does," I agreed. I squeezed and massaged and caressed her stocking-clad feet. I planted a few kisses here and there as well. "Looks nice, too."

We continued undressing, sometimes helping each other, but mostly just going through the routine. I watched her as she unclipped her stockings and rolled them down her legs. She seemed to be making careful work of laying her clothes out neatly on the sofa.

"Say, where did my panties go?"

I laughed silently. This was either going to piss her off or wind her up or both. I hoped it was going to wind her up. "Next to the sofa in a wad." As she turned, I noticed I had indeed given her an excellent hickey on her lower neck.

She went over and picked them up. "Damn!" she said. "How the hell'd this happen? And with what? I never felt a damn thing!"

It was both. "Well, as I recall, you said something about having sex with doorknobs." I thought the expression was hilarious.

"And that has what, exactly, to do with cut up underwear?" She held them out toward me in a mock-irritated, mock annoyed sort of way, as though challenging me.

"They were in the way," I explained.

"I'll admit that," she said. "But would you kindly explain how the hell this happened?"

"I think you were having thoughts about the doorknob at the time."

"For fuck's sake! A figure of speech, Buffalo Bill -- I'll bet you pulled some damned huge pig-sticker you carry -- and furthermore that was earlier!" She seemed thoughtful for a moment, then smiled and smirked in a wicked sort of way. "Nice," she said, drawing the word out. "Yep. I know the perfect place for these." She turned them around and over in her hands to find the crotch. She advanced toward me, opened my mouth with one gloved hand, and stuffed in her sliced-up panties, wet crotch to my tongue, with the other. "Open."

"You'll pa--" I started to say.

"Shut the fuck up and close," she said, pressing on my chin. "Where the hell's your belt? Why, it's right here." She pulled the belt out of my trousers. "And what will I pay, Panty Shredder?" she said. She wrapped it around my neck and over my mouth a couple times and buckled it in back. My cock was growing rapidly.

She went back to my trousers. "Ah ha! I was right. Fuck, this is big." She'd just laid hands on my "pig-sticker." She tossed it back and forth between her hands. She was still more-or-less fully clothed -- except her blouse and boots and stockings were all off -- and my cock was more-or-less at full attention again. She opened the knife and gave an experimental shave up her arm. "Damn... will you look at that. Fucking sharp." she whispered. "Scary sharp. No wonder I didn't feel anything." She closed the blade and looked at me.

I refused to say anything, or rather, to make any noises. I was thinking about how I was going to pay her back, which is what I started to say when she poked her panties into my mouth.

"Stand in front of the sofa, Panty Shredder. And do not touch yourself or me." She moved around in front of me and laid down on it, propping herself up on one elbow. "Maybe I should put my boots back on and give you a good foot job. On my terms," she said, and fell quiet. "Or maybe I'll just suck this thing here. Until I'm happy. Until you're close. Think you can do it again, Panty Shredder?" She sat up and grabbed my cock. She took the whole length into her mouth and down her throat a couple times then took hold of my balls in a vise-like grip. "I think I like this," she said, coming up for air. She didn't look up at me, as though to suggest it was only the meat sword in front of her that held her interest. She took another few wet strokes.

She certainly was a talented fellatrix, I thought. And noisy and sloppy, just as she'd promised. I began moving my hands toward the back of her head. She slapped them away. She immediately slipped my cock from her mouth."I said do not touch. Hold perfectly still." Both her hands were on my cock, and she leaned forward, pressing it against her chest and began moving up and down.

I groaned in pleasure. I seriously wanted more of this.

"Nope," she said, moving away from me. "That's all for now. Time for bed. You can take my shredded panties out now, if you want."

Damn it! I thought. You can't stop now! I reached back to undo the buckle, but I couldn't quite get it. Jackie seemed to take some good pleasure in watching this.

"Here. I'll help you. We women can work behind our backs because we wear necklaces and bras and often back-buttoned tops." She leaned forward reaching behind my neck and unbuckled it. "But this is easy stuff." The belt came off, and I was about to take her panties out of my mouth. "No!" she said. "Spit them at my tits." She leaned back, her chest pushed forward toward me. I did as she asked, and fired them between her beautiful tits. They didn't stay there, but fell to the floor. "I like it," she said. She yawned. "Time for bed, I think."

I thought so too, and her yawn was contagious. "Nice, Jackie. Fun." I reached behind her back to release her bra. "I do like wild."

"I can tell, Panty Shredder," she answered, cupping and rubbing her breasts. They looked firm, full, and didn't sag at all. They were nicely bigger than a handful as I'd recently learned and were delightfully warm and soft. I bent to suck on one, which brought a moan from her. "Oh, that feels nice," she said. "Let's leave that for later." She held her hands out to me. "Help me with my gloves," she said. The tone of her voice had changed back to the elegant and classy.

"With pleasure, ma'am," I answered. I carefully pulled on each finger and thumb and drew them off her hands. I put them on the sofa next to the rest of her clothes.

"Thanks," she said. "Bed?"

"Yeah." We headed that way and turned down the covers. I generally slept in my boxers and a t-shirt. I went to get them from the other room.

"Loan me a t-shirt and a pair of boxers to sleep in, will you?" Not the classiest of phrases, but it was nice hearing her turn it that way.

An elegant, classy lady in public and a hot, sexy woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it in private. I'd always liked the phrase. A lady in public and a whore in bed.

We were shortly in bed, and the howl of the wind seemed to have kicked up a notch or two. It was very nice to be sharing the bed with this woman, I thought. She was so sexy and so hot. We cuddled up to each other for warmth. The only sound for a while was the wind. I was almost asleep.

"Good night, Panty Shredder," she whispered. She turned and softly kissed my cheek.

"Good night, Door Knob Fucker," I answered. I squeezed her ass and lightly touched her pussy.

A very quiet, sleepy voice answered. "Bastard." A small giggle escaped her lips.

"Tell me something," I said.

"Yeah?"

"Did you find who you were looking for tonight?"

"I'll let you work that one out, Panty Shredder. Want to go out to some other place tomorrow night and do the same pick up scene?"

"Get some rest, Door Knob Fucker. It might be a long night tomorrow, too."

We were very soon asleep, each in our own world of dreams.



Oh, Those Boots! Ch. 03



Chapter Three -- The First Morning

There was a dreamy sort of feel to things, but dreams are always hard to describe. I must have been pretty far gone and deeply asleep. There was an idea or sensation of a woman beside me, and I had a sense that something intimate was happening. The dream continued. I dreamt of kissing the woman beside me, and pressing her head down along my chest and abs, to my crotch, where something stiff was waiting.

Oh, how warm and wet this is. The dream goes on. This is great...a woman I scarcely know -- Who is she? What is her name? -- has my cock in her warm, wet mouth, and I want it to stay there...

I found myself fighting sleep, coming up as though from deep water. The dream turned out to be not a dream, because there really was a woman in my bed, and she had my cock part way down her throat!

The events of the previous evening all came back in a rush.

"Hey!" I exclaimed.

"Mmph," I heard from under the covers. I felt my cock slip from her mouth. "Hey what?"

Slowly I realized that a leather-gloved hand was gripping my cock and balls, and quite firmly at that. Jacqueline suddenly had my full attention.

"What time is it?" I asked, still groggy despite what was going on down below. I reached for the light.

"Who cares?" came the answer, and I felt the full length of my cock slip into her mouth and down her throat.

I looked over to the nightstand at the clock, but there was no clock there. Maybe it got knocked to the floor, I thought. Yeah. Who cares? I looked toward the window, expecting to see daylight. We'd pulled the night curtain before getting into bed, but there was no light to be seen around its edges. Just as I was about to ask another question of my talented fellatrix, she moved her legs up to my head. I gripped her legs and discovered she had put her boots on. My cock tightened a notch or two as she eased me from her mouth. I squeezed her lower legs through the leather of her boots. I was getting hot and hard, fast.

Oh, those boots: they weren't just made for walking, they were made for sitting on the sofa watching TV, they were made for relaxing at a corner pub, they were made for business meetings, they were made for the office. They were made for walking through a howling gale on a cold winter's night. They were made for a lot of things.

But right now, those boots were made for hot, horny sex. Right now, they were made for a good, stiff, fucking.

"That's right," she said. Her hands stroked my cock as she spoke. "Seems there was a fire in the middle of the night, and my boots were the only footwear I could find so's I could go outside. And it was cold, so I needed my gloves." I felt her lick around the head of my shaft. "Hear the wind?"

"Fire?" I asked dimly. I listened, and heard howl and the flurries caressing the windows.

"Yeah, that's right. It's cold out there. And it was me on fire," came the muffled answer from under the covers. I heard a suppressed giggle, too. She swallowed my cock to the hilt this time.

Interesting fire, I thought as I pressed my hips up at her urging. I wondered fleetingly if Mr and Mrs Edward, from the elevator earlier, had known about the "fire" and gone outside away from the burning building themselves. Somehow I doubted they were experiencing the same fire Jackie and I now were. I covered the laughter at the thought by planting my face against one of her boots. The leather smelled delicious. I pulled her legs up until my face was between her thighs. Her legs were firm and well-toned, and my arousal grew as I ran my hands over her smooth skin and the soft leather of her boots; boots made for fucking. Her bare breasts pressed against my abs.

"So why...?" I began.

"Did I get dressed?" she asked, letting go of my cock again. She still hadn't come out from under the covers. Only her lower legs and part of her thighs, clad in her boots, were visible above the covers. I still hadn't seen her face. It would make a funny picture, I thought fleetingly.

"Yeah, now you mention it," I said. I pulled her closer and placed my lips to her pussy.

There was a sharp gasp as my tongue parted her inner lips.

"I told you, there was a fire."

Bullshit, I thought. "You'd have been damned cold out there, like this," I said, sucking hard on one side of her pussy as I spread her lips with my hand. I was feeling more and more awake as we went on. "I think the fire was right here."

"Ya- ya- ya... oh shit... don't stop," she pleaded. I stopped anyway.

"The fire's out, then?" I teased. I turned my head slightly and gently bit the inside of her thigh.

"Ow!" she exclaimed. "Do that again and you'll pay the piper!"

"Who's the piper?" I asked playfully. I bit her other thigh in the same way. "Is he wearing a kilt?"

"The piper's a she, bonehead. She's not wearing a kilt, and she has her pipe right here!" came the muffled answer. Suddenly I felt her teeth right on the skin of my ball sack, and none-too-gently. "How'th that anthweh youh quethion?" she asked. "Do it again. I'll bite hahdeh."

"Knock it off!" I said. "I'll make it up to you."

"How?" she asked, still not releasing me.

"I'll blow a load down your throat, you're not careful!"

"Not g'nough. Bethidth, I'm ve'y ca'ful."

"I'll fuck you 'til you can't move!"

"I think we-... we'th getting thomewhe'," she answered at last. She let go of my balls, and I quickly moved my hands to her head to keep her teeth away from me. I felt a strap round the back of her head. Curious, I sat up and wrapped one arm around her shoulders and the other under her chest. I threw off the covers and pulled her up to face me.

"What's this?" I asked.

"What's what?" she asked playfully.

"What's with the mask?" I asked, tracing a finger around the leather eye-mask she wore. Something about it was extremely hot. Maybe it was that only her eyes were visible, darting this way and that, blinking, occasionally catching my own eyes? Or the black leather that matched her gloves and boots? Or maybe just the wild nature it personified... it highlighted a mysterious, dangerous, wicked-and-wild sort of air. Not that she hadn't already shown something of that already. It was hard to reconcile this hot woman with the lady I'd just met that evening.

"Well, there was a fire, see," she began, and reached down and firmly grabbed my cock at the base along with a good handful of balls.

"So I heard," I said with effort.

"And, well, you know..."

"What? What is it I know?"

"Firemen wear masks," she said impishly, moving the one hand from my balls to shift both hands to my face. "So they can breathe in the smoke and stuff," she finished as we locked lips.

"You'd better get back to that fire," I said between kisses. I reached between her legs and found slippery wetness. "And you'd better get this back up here, so I can get to it," I said.

We rapidly re-arranged ourselves on the bed, with her on top, in a good 69 position. I could scarcely believe how great her ass felt, right over my face, as I squeezed it while I licked and teased her pussy.

Soon she was bobbing up and down, taking my whole length down her throat with each stroke.

"I'm getting cold," she said between mouthfuls. "Cover me up."

Yeah, cover you up, I thought: I think not, I love the view! Nevertheless, I pulled the covers over us so just her boots were out, as when I first awoke.

I chose that moment to thrust my tongue into her slippery pussy. She already had a firm grip on my balls, and she chose that moment to squeeze harder. I nearly blew my load right then, but I held it. I needed to do something, to know something, else. I worked my middle finger in and out of her, getting it good and slippery. I had a feeling she knew what was about to happen, because she spread her legs wider in anticipation.

Whether she anticipated it or not, I tilted my head back and spread her ass cheeks wider. I began to lick farther down -- or back -- but not touching her back door. Instead, I brought my slippery finger up and rubbed it around her little ring. I kept doing this and soon she was wet there. I plunged into her, violating her to the core. An enormous grunt came from beneath the covers, and I felt her momentarily gag on my cock.

"More," she said as she got her breath. "More."

More was definitely what I had in mind. I pressed my finger deeper into her butt and wiggled it as I went.

I felt another deep grunt from her as I pushed in as far as I could.

She let go of my cock and came out from under the covers. She let my finger slip out of her ass and sat up and swung her legs off the bed. "I like that," she said. "Want to save it for later?" She went to the other room and came back with her bra, which she was slowly swinging around a finger. "I've got another idea right now." She continued to twirl the bra with one hand and cupped a breast in the other. All she had on was her boots, gloves, and eyemask. Her eyes, twinkling through her mask, held me spellbound. "Titty-fuck?"

"Yeah... titty-fuck," I answered, mesmerized.

"I like it," she said. "I bet I could get you to do just about anything right now, Panty Shredder."

Still stuck on that phrase? I still thought it was hilarious, but she'd just pulled me out of my hypnotic state. All right, Door Knob Fucker, what's on your mind? I wasn't about to say anything, and it was a struggle to keep my expression as dazed and as enraptured as I could. My mind and imagination were going at full throttle. Door Knob Fucker, meet Panty Shredder, etc.

Regardless, watching her wiggle her breasts into her bra cups and fasten it had captured my attention in a way I'd seldom known. She came back to the bed. I was still holding, as best I could, that hypnotic stare and expression.

"Move over, lover" she said, and lay down, her legs spread and knees in the air. "Get up here between my tits."

Oh, yeah, I thought, anticipating what was to come. I wasted no time straddling her, but not before I buried my face in her luscious cleavage and gave her a good tonguing. I sat up and slid my cock between her breasts as she pressed them together.

It was a fantastic view: Jackie, wearing that black eye-mask, black bra; my cock between her breasts, thrusting back and forth.

"Yeah, baby," she breathed. "Just like that. Fuck my tits, cum on 'em, cum on my face." She moved her legs up, pressing her boots into my legs. Her raw, dirty talk got me even hotter.

I wasn't gentle, at all. I was rough about it, and I made sure she knew it. I was going to have my way with her. For her part, she pressed her breasts together to capture my cock as I leaned forward against her. I gave her sexy breasts a few more good strong strokes and noticed, with some good pleasure, that I was leaving a noticeable trail of pre-cum right there between her tits. Something more was in my mind, though. I had something rude and hard, dirty and nasty...

I grabbed the back of her head and forced my cock into her mouth. "Suck on this first," I demanded. I was on the edge of calling her a dirty slut, but I thought better of it. It wasn't true, and it would have been simply wrong and degrading. "Suck it hard, Jackie."

She needed no encouragement. Suck she did, like a woman possessed. We suddenly seemed to be of one mind, and got off the bed -- or at least, she did, I was sitting at the edge of it -- with her kneeling in front of me. She held my cock in her gloved hands, caressing, kissing, and licking it.

"Face-fuck me, Mick," she said as she ran her tongue around the pulsing head of my aching cock. "Stand up and fuck my throat." With that, she pushed her gloved hands under my ass and urged me up off the bed. Once up, she quite literally swallowed the entire length of my cock. I watched her mouth and throat expand as it went in. Her teeth and gums were in my pubes, and I was actually fucking her throat. My cock swelled more. The time was getting ripe to fire a load down her throat. Or in her pussy. Or in her hands. Or on her face.

That eye-mask, I thought: how would she look with a thick ribbon of hot semen splashed across her mask?

Or how would it feel to come deep inside her butt? I was getting closer to the edge as she worked me in and out of her throat. Damn... how can she do that and still breathe? I wondered.

One thing was becoming apparent, though: I wanted to blast this load down right down her throat, but even more, I wanted to see her, to watch her, when she got it. I wanted to see her lips around the very base of my cock, and look into her eyes as I emptied my balls into her mouth, her throat.

I was so close to the edge, but I was determined to hold it. I watched her gripping my balls and my shaft with one gloved hand, and rubbing her tits and pussy with the other. She seemed to be totally in her element, sucking my engorged cock with great concentration. Every so often she'd pause and tighten her grip at the base of my shaft. I had an idea she was gauging something, waiting for me, maybe something that she could tell better than I could just how close I was to exploding.

I didn't want her to stop, but when she did stop, I didn't want her to start again. She seemed to be an expert at holding me right there, on the very edge.

"I... I- I gotta come, Jackie," I moaned.

"Mmm-mm," was the only response. Her talented mouth and throat made a couple more passes up and down. She came off. "You'll come when I'm ready," she said at the top of a stroke.

I took her face in my hands. With effort, I got her head up to the top of my cock and tilted her head back so we were looking into each other's eyes. Her cheeks were deeply flushed, and her eyes seemed to sparkle with heat. Pure, unbridled, sexual energy and heat.

"I think not. In fact, the answer is not just no, but fuck no," I answered. "You won't get any warning." I wanted to come so badly it was beginning to hurt. "Bee-atch," I added as an afterthought.

"Bee-atch? To use your words, I think not. And for you information, in case you were thinking of it, neither am I a 'dirty slut.' I'm a classy woman, Buck-boy. And we're animals in rut, remember? I'm a doe, and you're my buck. My boy-toy." There was a titter of laughter as she shook her masked face free of my hands.

Buck-boy? Boy toy? I was about to answer something -- I don't know what -- when she pressed a finger hard against my perineum -- right behind my balls -- and effectively choked off anything I was about to let go. She caught me totally by surprise. I was exactly on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm, and she stopped it. She held her finger there; she knew precisely what she was doing. All the while the feeling continued. I wanted to force my cock right into my pretty doe's throat, and drill my seed right straight down her. I couldn't force my cock down her throat, because she held me just out of reach. I couldn't come. I couldn't come because of the pressure. Nothing happened. I teetered on the edge.

"Do me, Mick. Fuck my throat. See if you can blow it all down me," she said. That was it, and she swallowed me to the hilt again.

I was still looking down at her, puzzled in some animal-like sort of way, at her mask, her bra, her boots -- there was no more holding on for Buck-boy.

It happened. The thump and throb and hot river of sex-charged relief of orgasm began. My balls contracted, the semen went, but... there was a problem. She had very effectively closed off the floodgates. Pulse after pulse went, but nothing came out. She rocked her finger back and forth and I sort of had this sensation of relief but it didn't last. I came down from the high of orgasm on the wrong side.

"Ha!" she said after a moment or so, and kept moving her finger. "Sometimes the doe says no. Ha ha! Doe says no!" She swallowed me again, keeping the pressure on my perineum. She definitely knew what she was doing. "Fucking Panty Shredder," she added.

Through the fog of orgasm -- or failed orgasm -- I tried to make a mental note of her remark. I gave up trying to hold her head and collapsed on the bed. My balls ached.

She fell down beside me on the bed. She took my aching cock in one gloved hand. The feeling of having to come was slowly subsiding. "So, Michael, does that answer your question?"

I wasn't all there, and I had to think. "What question?" I finally answered. I fought hard to force her last words to memory. I was still reeling from the orgasm, or whatever it was.

"What do you mean, 'What question?' As I recall, your question was about what else I do," she said.

I still couldn't think straight. "Was it something about being a talented and noisy and sloppy fellatrix?"

"It was. You get points for that, Buck-boy. Now answer."

"What, you want me to grade you or something?"

"Sure. Why not?" She leaned up on one elbow to look at me. She still wore her eye-mask. Her lips and lower face were wet and slobbery.

I thought. "Talented: 10. You did something I didn't think possible. Noisy? I couldn't tell. I was thinking of other things. I'll give you a 9 because I imagine you made a lot of sexy, horny noises. As for sloppy? I'm afraid that might be very low." I made a quick check of my junk. "It's wet and gooey but none of it's mine. I think it's a five."

"That's harsh, but you're right. You didn't get to contribute. I think you've still got it all. Mind you, most times there's no mess at all because I'll let you fire in my mouth and then finish by licking you clean. I call it 7.5" , she said. "But the score still stands! Doe says no. Score stands at Buck one, Doe two. You fucked me hard and deep, and I gave you the choked-orgasm treatment.

"That's one for me and one for you by my count. How do you get two? And no, not 7.5. You get get a six."

"Oh, fine. Anyway, two: you're forgetting that good quick fuck we had first thing this evening, remember? Ha! Doe says no! I didn't let you come then, either!"

"Oh, all right. I did forget that. But Buck-boy said no that first time, too." She was headed for some interesting times ahead.

"Well, there's a guy for ya," she said. "Can't remember who he fucks when."

Very interesting times. "Oh, screw you. Show me again how hard and deep you can kiss. I love kissing you." I rolled her over me and held her to the bed, legs to legs, abs to abs, as close as we could get. Our lips met.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not nice to talk while you're kissing?" she asked.

"I'm not. You are." I sealed my lips to hers, caught her tongue, and sucked on it. Hard. She was about the best kisser I'd ever known. We broke apart to catch our breath.

"More," she whispered.

We locked lips again, this time holding each other's faces, chins, necks, everything above the shoulders. It was full-on, all-out, make out. I broke the kiss and began nuzzling my way down her face, to her neck, and then to the crook of her shoulder and neck. I found the spot I wanted and began to not-so-gently suck and tongue. Jackie moaned, and turned to kiss my cheek. Just a little longer...

"Come back up, lover," she said.

Finished just in time. I glanced at my work: she now had matching hickeys -- one on each side of her neck -- but low enough you wouldn't see them when she was dressed. Just the sight of them made me horny. I went back to her lips and we kept on with our face sucking.

We finally quit and collapsed back on the bed, exhausted.

"Wow," I said.

"You bet your ass, wow," she answered. "What the hell time is it?"

"I asked that earlier and you said you didn't care. What the hell'd you do with the clock?"

She raised herself up on her elbows and looked around on the floor around the nightstand. She poked at something with her foot. "Didn't do anything with it. Oh. There it is. 5:15. What time do you have to be where?" She fell back down on the bed and came in close to me. The wind was still howling.




Oh, Those Boots! Ch. 04



Chapter Four -- The Next Evening

After a long and physically exhausting day, I was finally on my way back to the hotel.

As I swung the door open, there on the sofa to greet me sat Jackie, watching TV.

She was dressed much as she was the night before, with two notable exceptions. First, she had no blouse or jacket on -- only her bra -- and she wore her eyemask. Second, she was wearing her black silk scarf over her nose and mouth. She turned off the TV and turned to greet me as I put my gun and magazines away in the safe, closing and locking it.

"Hello, dahling," she said in a mock European sort of air and accent. "I've been waiting for you. There is beer cooling in the fridge, and thaht is good, because I am hot."

I loved the way she flipped the "r" in "fridge." This nice, elegant European (whether she was pretending didn't matter) woman was not going to take long to get me wound up. I went to the fr-idge and took out two bottles. It was some good stuff, too; she did indeed have fine taste. It seemed odd to drink something like that late in the afternoon of a cold day, but like she said, it was going to get "hot." I opened two bottles, took a sip of my own, and then took a careful look at her. She pulled down her scarf-mask and twisted it to the side. I handed her the bottle and put my own down next to the fridge.

Again, as the night before, her posture, her poise, simply her style and class, intimated things to come.

I picked up my beer. "Did your scarf work to hide your hickies?" I asked. "However, you're indecent. I should cite you," I remarked. I liked the way that sounded. "Get on the floor. Face down." I looked at her and felt the hot fire of lust beginning to flare up in me. "Ass up," I added. "Face down, ass up," I said again. I took a swallow of beer.

"But dahling," she began to protest.

"Face down ass up. Or face the wall, arms spread, palms out. One or the other. Do it now!" I barked.

She looked at me and apparently decided to comply, but not before she cupped a breast with one hand and licked a gloved finger of the other. She puckered her lips and blew a kiss at me, then stood up and smoothed down her skirt before she leaned against the wall. Her ass in that skirt was simply delectable. I wanted to fuck her, and the sooner the better.

I moved behind her and roughly kicked her feet and legs apart. "That's better," I said. "Place your shoulders to the wall." I reached behind me for my handcuffs. I made sure she didn't see them until I was ready. I placed a knee between her legs and brought the first hand down behind her back. Click, went the first cuff, around her wrist and locked before she knew what happened.

"Dahling, what are you doing?"

"Arresting you, m'dear, I told you. For indecent exposure," I answered. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do may be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney present before and during questioning. If you cannot afford the services of an attorney, one will be appointed for you."

"What the hell is this shit? Besides, I have clothes on." There was a distinct tremor of unease in her voice.

I said nothing. I took her other arm and secured that wrist as well, and there she was, cuffed and stuffed. Well, cuffed, anyway. The "stuffed" part was still to come, but it wasn't going to be stuffed into a squad car. I took the opportunity to roughly and rudely grope her breasts and ass.

"You may turn around now, Ms Jacqueline." I took out my baton and flicked it open.

The clear, sharp schwack made it clear beyond a doubt what the device was.

Behind her mask, her eyes went wide. I had a feeling I was pushing the limits, despite my intentions. If it looked like something in particular, it probably was that particular something. "Relax, Jackie. This is for fun. No hitting, no hurting, nothing like that, OK?"

"OK, I think."

"Want to see another trick? Remember, I have a few."

"All right, but I'm trusting you."

"That's good to hear. And I certainly trust you. So do I have your consent?"

"For?"

"For various things I'm about to do."

She kept a wary eye on the baton. "I guess you do. Sure. Why not."

"Yes or no, my dear."

"Oh, for fuck's sake! Yes!" She stamped one foot in protest. "All right already! Yes! What are you, anyway? I still say you're a cop! First my rights, then my explicit consent!" she said. "I'd like it better if we'd have a good hot quickie before we go out, is what I'd like. I've been hot and bothered all day."

I put that remark away for future reference. "All in good time, my hot little doe. I believe I was saying something about another of my tricks. And I'll remind you again of your right to remain silent."

She stuck out her tongue at me and I took the opportunity to kiss her and suck on her tongue.

I moved the baton up and teased her magnificent breasts and then threaded it between her upper arms and shoulder blades. I moved around behind her. "Down," I said. I put the slightest pressure down and between her shoulder blades. Down she went. I lightly took hold of her upper arm and guided her to the sofa. "That's one right there. See how easily I can move you around?" I gripped the hinge of the cuffs and lifted her arms up her back, but only a little. Up she came.

"Damn!" she said. "Is this payback?"

"It ought to be," I answered. "There's a pair of swollen balls that have your name all over them. My sweet doe didn't let me finish the job this morning, if you remember." I took the baton out from between her upper arms. I raised her skirt and held it up with the tip of my baton.

No panties. I held the baton with one hand and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh and plunged my thumb in deep, just like last night. "Someone else shred your panties for you?"

She ignored the question. "Isn't there a law against this?" she asked, and began to grind herself against my thumb and hand.

"Sexual assault? Yes, there is, and this is actually aggravated sexual assault, but you gave your consent, so we're good to go. So no, I'm not violating anything. Except you, and you seem to like it."

"Damn, this is hot."

I took my thumb out of her pussy and collapsed the baton and tossed it away from us. I straightened her skirt for her. "Sit," I directed. "What's hot?"

"Me. This. Being handcuffed and rough handled and violated." She sat up straight on the sofa, her legs close together, the picture of confidence. Except for her hands and forearms which were not visible. And her lack of a blouse. More accurately, she was the picture of sexy and hot poise. Her mask and scarf added to the heat.

"Oh, you can be sure you'll be violated some more. And it's too bad I don't have a waist chain or a pair of leg irons. Or both."

"We could go shopping, Dahling."

"Maybe we should. I wondered where that sexy European chick went. Glad she's still here." I licked my lips lecherously. "A hot European white-tail doe, in estrus. The buck smells doe pussy. He's gonna find it and fight for it. You see, all your buck wants to do is fuck you, without an argument. That's what bucks do. They fight it out. The victor gets some doe pussy."

"Thaht's almost demeaning, Dahling. And a choice? I think I made that choice for you last night. Now are you going to fuck me or not?"

"Demeaning? You're my doe-chick. I'm your buck-boy. But let's step out of the forest for a while, m'dear, shall we? We'll have some good sex when I'm ready, Dahling," I answered. "Not before. Now stand up and turn around."

She did, and the view from the back was as good as the view from the front. I reached around in front of her and felt her up again. Damn, those were nice tits. I moved my hands to her waist and unfastened her skirt. I pushed it down and urged her her to step out of it. I gave her bare ass a not-so-gentle slap.

"Ow! Dammit!" She tried to turn around, but I grabbed the hinge of the cuffs again.

"Bedroom," I said, pushing her in that direction. This time it was the view of her handcuffed wrists behind her back, her bare ass, her stockings, her boots that attracted my attention.

"Lay on the bed. We're going to play hide the salami."

"Ha ha. Really original. And you mean you are."

"No, I have to have a place to hide it, you see. Or rather, you won't see. However, you are a central part of the game." I thought a moment and broke into a big grin. "In other words," I said, "my pocket rocket needs a socket."

"Oh, very cute, Dr Seu-" she said as she sat down.

"Don't say it," I interrupted her. "Hang on a minute." I took her scarf and moved it up over her eyemask to blindfold her. I pushed her back on the bed and knocked her feet apart.

"Really nice, again," she said with sarcasm in her voice. "So do I get a last request or a meal or a cigarette?"

"You get several requests. And don't say that. It's creepy." I stripped out of my boots and jeans and boxers and shirt. I was fully naked and my cock was at full attention. I didn't want her to know where it was going to go yet, and I wasn't sure whether she could see. Just to be sure, I struck a few obscene poses that I knew would get a reaction, but there was none.

"I wish you'd get on with it," she said. "I'm so horny I -"

"Could fuck the doorknob," I finished her sentence for her. "I know. Be careful. You might get what you ask for. I was some distance away from her, and I wanted her to know that. Carefully and silently I crept toward her, and then plunged my cock straight into her pussy all the way in.

"Aaahhh!" she squealed. She kept on with the inarticulate squealing, moaning, and grunting noises while I gently but thoroughly and deeply fucked her.

I was getting close, and I didn't want to unload in her pussy. I pulled out.

"Oh, come on! Don't stop now!"

"Sorry, Ms Jacqueline, It's my turn. Sit up."

"You're transparent, you know that? What's next? I suck your cock?"

"Pretty perceptive, you are. And yes, that would be a good idea." I stuffed my cock into her mouth while I was still talking. "Ready to swallow this? Take it down your throat, Doe-chick?"

"Mm-hmm." She backed away a little. "Give me a little warning."

"Ok. Are you ready now?"

"Do it. Do my throat, Buck-boy." I watched her swallow in anticipation, getting ready.

"Here it comes." Immediately I thrust my hard cock into her mouth and down her throat. Again, I gave her a few strokes and pulled out. It was increasingly hard to hold back. I'd never known a woman who could take it so deep down her throat, literally swallowing it. Once again, I marveled that she could still breathe. Or maybe she just held her breath before she was ready to swallow again. Only she could tell.

"Dammit! That only leaves one left!" she said as she came off my cock.

"One what?" I asked even though I knew exactly what she meant.

"One more... oh, all right. One more hole. I guess that's what you're doing."

"It's precisely what I'm doing," I answered. "Turn around and bend over the bed."

"Could I ask for the sofa again?"

"You could, yes." I helped her up and led her to the sofa. I gave her a not-so-gentle slap on her ass.

"Ow! Hey! Knock that off!"

"Why? Someone gonna see the marks?" I gently ran my hand over her bottom. "I think you need to be spanked. Sorry, Ms Jacqueline, but I think you need a couple other things too, but that'll come."

"I thought you were gonna fuck my ass, not spank it," she said. Her voice carried a hint of pout and disappointment. She remained standing the way she was, her back to me.

"I'll get there," I answered.

"Bend over the back when you're ready," I said. I moved it out from the wall and went back to the kitchenette and picked up the bottle I'd bought at a drugstore on the way back to our hotel. The bottle was simply and no-nonsense labeled "His n Hers Personal Lubricant." It was about to be very personal, for "her" as well as for "him." I went back to her, who was now obediently bending over the back of the sofa, her legs apart. She had to rest her chest and abs on the back since her hands weren't available. "You ready for this?" I asked.

"As if I had a choice. But can you take off the blindfold? I want to watch."

"Sure." I slipped off the scarf and left her eyemask in place. The mask gave her a wicked, wild feline look, but her hands cuffed behind her back tamed the feral. I was so, so ready to fuck her, and hard. "Got a good view now?"

"Pretty good," she answered.

I squirted a generous blob of lube on my fingers and worked it around and into her rear.

"This gets me so hot," she said.

"Why's that?"

"Because no other kind of foreplay is this hot, or promises so much raw, intimate, obscene sex. Feeling that cold lube being pushed into my ass means only one thing. Knowing there's only one reason it's happening. Looking forward to that moment of silken impalement. All that and more. And now I can't do anything to stop it. I'm handcuffed into the bargain."

"I like it. You have a way with words, you know that? Maybe you should be a writer, too," I said. I continued to spread the lube around, and now on my cock. I thought I'd torment her some more and walked around in front of her to show it off. "Slippery enough for you?" I kept just out of range of her mouth. "Looks to me like you're about ready for a good, stiff ass-fuck. Yes? No?" I slapped her face with my cock, leaving a good spot of lube on each cheek. "When was the last time you had a good ass-fuck, Jacqueline?"

"About a year ago. And some not-so-good ones in between," she answered. Her face held a greedy expression, and her eyes never left my cock. "I love a good, hard cock rooting around in my ass."

"Then I think you're ready for another ass fuck, yes? A really good one."

"Don't spare the lube," was all she said.

"Oh, don't worry. There's plenty of lube, m'dear." I went back behind her and spread her cheeks again. I pressed the head of my cock against her asshole.

"That's nice to hea—" she started.

I pressed harder.

"I- I think-" she said. "I have a feeling this is going to be that really good one."

I increased the pressure against her and felt her anal muscles stretching. Any time now.

"Oh fuck," she said. "Just like that. Push it in. I want to feel it my ass. Fuck my ass, dahling."

More explicit and dirty talk, just like that morning. Hearing her ask for it was fantastically hot. I increased the pressure as I spread her ass cheeks a little more. "I could ask if you're ready for it, but you don't have a choice." Penetration, however sl- and there it was. My cock broke the barrier and I was in. I slapped her ass a few times while I held myself just inside her backdoor. "Tell me how bad you need it, bitch. Tell me how deep you want it." I rocked back and forth but held her hips. She wasn't going to get any more yet. "Beg for it, Jackie. I'm fucking your ass now. I'm inside you."

"I need it deep. I need it hard. Fuck my ass hard. Spank me. Pull my hair."

That was good enough for starters. I flexed my leg and ass muscles and pressed against her. I spanked her again as I pushed farther in. She was so, so tight. "You're a nasty bitch, Jacqueline. You know you are." I swatted her again, harder this time. "That's why you're getting it in the ass, in handcuffs. I'm gonna cum inside your cute ass. I'm gonna cum when I'm ready. I'm gonna hump and pump your rump." I pressed in farther. Another slap.

She whimpered.

"You owe me, Jackie. It's payback time." At her invitation I grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her head up.

She whimpered again. "I'm your nasty butt-slut, baby. Fuck my ass."

"What?" I asked. "Say it louder. Tell me what you want." I kept my hold on her hair and pressed my cock a little deeper intor her.

"I want you to fuck my ass. Fuck me deep. Make me feel like a butt-slut. Cum in my ass."

"How deep? This deep?" I pushed in more.

"Deeper. I'm your butt-bitch in boots." She was beginning to moan more than to speak.

Oh, those boots: boots to wear to bend over the back of the sofa. Boots to wear for a damned good ass fucking.

I thrust all the way into her and yanked on her hair.

She let out a deep grunt. "Oh shit... yeah honey, just like that. Fuck your puss in boots, Buck-boy. Fuck me hard."

I reached under her and fingered her clit. In almost no time she seemed to be right on the edge of orgasm. Should I let let her go over the edge, or keep her up there, teetering? She will teeter, I decided. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled my cock almost all the way out of her. I grabbed the handcuffs and pulled up a little, then pulled her hair and slapped her ass again.

I squirted some more lube on our coupling and thrust into her once more, then began really fucking her. Two... three more strokes... but who was counting? Nine... ten... and more. Deep and hard into her tight, tight ass.

"Ohmygod... I gotta come... please... oh please... touch my clit... touch my pussy..."

I was just about there. I moved one hand back under her and gripped her clit between two fingers and started wiggling them like mad with my thumb in her puss as deep as I could reach. With my other hand I pulled her handcuffed wrists up again. I wrapped a lower leg around one of hers, feeling her boots, and that was it. I let myself go and threw my head back. "I'm cumming, Jackie! I'm doing it in your ass!" I leaned over her back and groped her breasts as I began firing jet after jet of hot semen deep into her bowels.

"Me too!" she squealed. She gyrated and ground her hips against my hand.

Just like the night before, we kept fucking through our orgasm and beyond. By the time we were calming down, we found ourselves slipping off the sofa and onto the floor, catching our breath. My cock was still solid and deep-seated in her ass.

"That was tremendous," she said.

I couldn't agree more. "You bet it was," I answered. I began caressing the beautiful derrière that that had just been so thoroughly and completely violated.

In response, she began slowly gyrating her freshly-fucked bottom against my hips.

I was out of breath, spent, and beginning to shrink a little. I eased my cock from its delightful receptacle.

"Let's get you of these," I said. I took her handcuffed wrists and gently urged her up. I got my keys and unlocked her. The very first thing she did was turned around and raised her hand as though to slap me. I blocked it and turned her hand and arm behind her. "Do you want to go back in the handcuffs?" I asked her. I was moving the offending hand toward her shoulder blades.

"Ay-yi! Ow! Shit! All right! I promise I'll be nice. I was only kidding! Let go!" Once free, she rubbed her wrists and stretched. "That was one hell of an ass fuck, you know it? And a helluva game of Hide the Salami."

"I'd agree with that. In fact, I'll drink to that." I picked up our bottles and handed hers to her. "Cheers, m'dear."

"Cheers," she answered. "Say, I've got to get out of the rest of my clothes and sit down properly, if that's all right."

"By all means," I said. "Mi casa es su casa."

"My house is your house," she said. "But why the formal 'su'?"

"Because I hardly know you, so it's polite."

"Polite. Huh. You just now handcuffed me and fucked me in the ass. How polite is that? And how can you get more personal than that?"

"Polite. Like a gentleman. Bond. James Bond."

"I see. Did Mr Bond ever do that sort of thing?" She unzipped her boots and began taking off her stockings.

"I imagine he did. We just never saw it or read about it." I watched her slip the boots off her feet. "There are some things a gentleman simply doesn't talk about." And there might be some things that don't wind him up like they do me, like watching a woman take off her boots. Or maybe putting them on. I loved watching her.




Oh, Those Boots! Ch. 04



"Rii-iight. So how about joining me in the shower, Mr Bond? Afterward we can talk about plans for the evening."

* * *

"Anyone notice your hickies today?" We sat in the living room, Jackie in the armchair and me on the sofa, both nude except for our towels.

"No. And the scarf kept me hot and bothered all day long. I wore it to the side. I got many compliments, and I'm sure several people would like to fuck me tonight. They're probably jerking off as we speak."

"It's all because you need to be fucked. You need it often and and you need it hard. Maybe you said that or maybe I'm just imaging it, but it's the truth. Also, I think you said something earlier about how you'd like it better if we'd have a good hot quickie before we go out. I've been hot and bothered all day, too. So, was that a quickie? To sate the hot and bothered?"

"I said I'm nearly always in heat, if you'll remember, Buck-boy. And no, I don't think that was a quickie. It was a full-on, fantastic ass-fuck."

"I thought so, too. Now answer me a question."

"Answer me these questions three, ere the other side o' the bridge ye see?"

I laughed at the movie reference. "Something like that. But I only have one."

"Yes?"

"How many times did you masturbate today?"

She was quiet for a moment. "At least three. I might have lost count. Once after my first meeting. Then again after my second meeting, different office. That's when I probably lost count. Maybe one more, maybe two. Then here before you got back. Maybe a half hour or so before you got back."

"And your scarf?" I asked.

"Like a bandit, you could say," she answered. "Over my nose & mouth each time. And when I got back, just after I put on my eyemask and took off my blouse."

The mental image was hot. Scorching hot. "So shall we spread some of this heat around?" I asked.

"As in going out tonight? You're taking a risk, aren't you, Michael the Panty Shredder? I might pick up someone better. What do you think of that?"

Shit, I thought: she wouldn't dare, would she? She didn't seem the type to be having one-night stands every single night. Maybe a three to four week stand, but not one night.

"Ha! Got you! You wouldn't make much of a poker player. Those expressive eyes give everything away!"

* * *

"Help me with this, will you?" she asked. She picked up a black corset and began to put it on. "It''s hard to pull it tight by myself."

I took the laces and began pulling. I started getting hard again, watching her wiggle and adjust it over her waist and chest.

"That's good," she said. She rolled on new stockings and then pulled on a pair of jeans. I watched with lustful eyes as she stepped into a different pair of boots and zipped them up over her jeans. The boots were apparently meant for dancing. And all those other good things.

"Do you ever wear anything but boots?" I asked.

"Not in the winter, no. They keep my legs warm. And no, I don't have anything else on this trip. Just boots. Well, boots and gym shoes. If you want to work out, that is."

"So you're a boot chick." I contemplated this while looking forward to working out with her.

"You could say that, yes. They're sexy, and most men adore them. Like you."

That was the truth. Besides her boots and jeans and corset, she wore a snug fitting sweater that highlighted her curves and left some delicious cleavage exposed. I dressed as usual in a collared shirt, but with my leather vest this time. I had an idea in mind, but I wanted her to say it. Shortly we were out the door.

"Say, do you carry a badge?"

That was it; she got it without suggestion or prompting. Would she take the rest? "I don't." We stepped out into the howling wind and it whipped my duster and her overcoat around our knees. "Why? What do I look like, Wyatt Earp?"

"Now you mention it, yeah, a little. Wyatt Earp without the handlebar mustache?"

"No badge." I ignored the Old West comparison and held my hat against a sudden gust. "Why?" We made it to my car. I unlocked the doors and helped her in.

"Because I think I'd like you to arrest me," she answered. "In public."

"So I should go back and get my hardware?"

"Yes. I'll wait here. And make sure I'm surprised when you bust me."

Excellent! This was going to be a fun and interesting evening. I came back in a moment with my "hardware," sans gun. I held Jackie's gloves, too. "Here. I think you'll want these."

"Thank you, dahling," she answered as she pulled them on. "I forgot them, and my hands were getting cold."

"You're welcome. And say, if you want me to bust you for real, I need a couple of pics. Or maybe you have one or two?"

"Doing what?"

"Just get out of the car and walk along that fence. Or something. Casual-like. I'll take it from there. Don't pose. You don't know someone's taking your photo. It's long distance. You have no idea they were taken."

We transferred a couple of her pics over to my phone in addition to the ones I'd just taken. Picture perfect, and just exactly what I'd use. I started the car and we drove on in silence for a while.

"So what is it, exactly, that you do?" she asked.

"I'm a trainer," I answered.

"Bullshit. I walk into a gym, sign up with a personal trainer, and I work out and get fit and trim. You, however, do something else."

"You're prying."

"And you're not telling."

I was enjoying this new-found mystique. "No. I'm not telling. And no, I'm not a personal trainer. I teach ass-kickery and firearms and self-defense and personal protection," I answered. "Among other things."

"Like panty shredding."

"If need be, yes. But I'll bet that was the first time you had your panties shredded."

"Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't. Mister Bond."

I was looking for the next exit that would have a similar sort of restaurant & bar combination. "What else?" she asked. She clearly wasn't going to stop.

I sighed. "Oh, all right. I'm a bounty hunter, too. I find and recover bail jumpers. And I'm a skip tracer." In the darkness I sensed her shift in her seat. "And I do carry ID and warrants for that."

"Then you'll have to arrest me, Dahling," she said after a while. "I was taken in for disturbing the peace, unseemly conduct, and lewd behavior in public. As I recall I posted a $100 bond and was released on my own recognizance, pending review of my case. But then I had to leave town."

"For real? When was this? I wouldn't expect that of a nice, refined, elegant lady."

"Junior year in college. I wasn't so refined then."

I laughed. "You're joking."

"I'm not. My friends and I were bar hopping, a bunch of us were roaring drunk -- me included -- and I mooned a cop car. Happened there was a cop in it at the time. I got run in."

I had to pull over or risk losing control of the car, I was laughing so hard.

"It's not funny!" She didn't sound convinced it wasn't funny.

"It is. But I gather you mended your ways." I could barely speak through the laughter.

"More or less, but I never went back to court, never made good on the bond. I'm not sure if there's a warrant out there or not."

"I doubt it. Not for $100. But yes, I should take you in. Why didn't you go back and make good?"

"'Cause the semester was over and I was going home for the break."

"Got it. So regardless of your drunken antics, you were out on bail, and you jumped."

"Yeah, that's pretty much it."

"Nice. Well, in that case, I should definitely haul you in, if only for the comedy. I can see it now: 'Oi! Bailiff! Here's the chick what mooned Sgt Frisco last year!'"

"Bastard."

I wasn't laughing too hard to drive, but hard enough I couldn't answer. "I think I have the whole picture now," I finally said. "But as I recall, I did pick you up." I put the car in gear and drove on.

"Wrong, Panty-Shredder. I picked you up."

"Oh, all right. Whichever. Anyway, here's one that looks good."

There was a likely-looking prospect two exits down the road. The last miles passed in relative quiet. I guided the car up the ramp. "Looks like a good place to find a jumper, wouldn't you say? And oh, by the way," I said, "if you posted a $100 bond, I'd only get about ten bucks for hauling you in."

"Scarcely enough for two drinks here," she said. She pulled her coat collar up. Snow flurries struck the windows. "What is with this weather, anyway?"

"Invites people to stay indoors with their mates and make their own heat, is what."

"Ya sure ya betcha, as you said this morning. But we both like the night life, too, I'll go in and get warm. See you in a few?" she asked.

Interesting turn of phrase, I thought. I filed it away for future use. I stopped at the corner of the building. "Yeah. I don't imagine it'll take long for you to get warm, Dahling. Maybe I could peel you away from another guy and bust you." I leaned over to kiss her, and she responded full-on with tongue. I sought her breasts with one hand and caressed her face, chin, and neck with the other. We finally broke apart.

"Just make it happen. See you." She stepped out and closed the door behind her. I watched her get out of the car and walk into the restaurant. Her jeans tucked into her boots, which you could just see below her overcoat, made an enticing picture.

Now what? Drive around and wait.