3 comments/ 13401 views/ 3 favorites Old Flame By: Sonnetprose She walked into the dance club, her warm brown eyes scanning the smallish crowd for a familiar face. She didn't see anyone that seemed familiar and her it settled her nerves but did not make them go away. She decided to walk over to the bar and have a seat to wait. Upon doing so the bartender took her drink order and then left her alone with her swirling thoughts. She was supposed to meet him here tonight and she couldn’t help but be nervous. He'd left her a year and a half ago with out much of an explanation and the parting had been somewhat strained. She had found different friends to stay with during the final days when he packed his things and moved out of the apartment and out of her life. She smiled at the bartender, paid for the drink and was again left alone with her thoughts as he departed to take another order. He had called out of the blue a year and a half later telling her that he wanted to talk, asking her if he could take her to dinner. At first she refused, her heart was finally healing and her life was finally back on track and was afraid all of it would shatter if she opened her heart again. Eventually curiosity had given way to caution and she had agreed to meet him here at the club to talk over a few drinks and now he was late. She pressed a stray lock of hair behind her ear and out of her eyes as she glanced across the club again. Still no sign. She continued to wait, as the club started to fill up, the music teasing dancers out onto the floor as chatter started to get louder and more excited. She politely declined an offer to dance from some stranger and returned to her waiting. She held her drink glass in her hands, dark painted nails tapping lightly on it. "This is stupid, and I'm stupid, and what was I thinking?" she thought to herself as she stood up, pulling her coat up and getting ready to slip it on in order to brave the chill outside on the way home. A hand reached out and took hold of the collar on her coat, stopping it from sliding up on to her shoulders. She turned in surprise to look into the blue eyes from her past and her breath caught in her throat. He looked her over. She was stunning. He’d stood near the back of the club watching her while she waited for him. Even after all this time she could still take his breath away. She was dressed in a black pair of heeled boots. The pair of jeans she wore hugged her curves much in the way his fingers had done in the past. He liked the shirt she wore. It was thin and he could catch a glimpse of her skin through it. The front had a white false tank top under the black shirt. It was unsnapped a bit in the front to show her off, the material of the tank top clinging to her. Her long black hair hung in loose curls around her shoulders and down her back, it was swept back out of her face and held by a black flowered pin. She still hadn’t managed to say anything as his eyes moved over her body. She shivered a little under his intense gaze and tried to speak up. “Can you let go of my coat now?” she asked, still frozen in his grip. “I’m sorry, I just saw that you were going to leave and I’m sorry for being late. I got caught up helping a friend of mine,” he let go of her coat and dropped his hand down to his side, his eyes still glued upon her face. “I figured that you had changed your mind and just decided not to come, to leave me hanging…again,” the last word spoken softly enough for her ears only as she looked at him. She had hoped that he didn’t look as handsome as she remembered, that life hopefully hadn’t treated him well, that hopefully, just hopefully he had been miserable with out her. She let out a soft sigh, no such luck. He stood before her with ease and confidence. He looked as handsome as ever in his jeans and dark blue shirt, hands now tucked into his pockets, his short blonde hair tousled stylishly. He turned his gaze towards the crowded dance floor for a moment before looking back at her. “Care to do a little dancing before talking? Loosen up?” He asked hopefully, his blue eyes searching her brown ones. She looked down to her finished drink and out to the dance floor, thinking for a moment before nodding softly. He led her out into the crowd of people dancing to the thumping music. “I normally don’t dance unless I’m a bit more drunk,” she confessed as she started to move hesitantly to the beat of the music. “How could I forget? You would never venture out anywhere near a dance floor unless half comatose,” he chuckled softly as he started to dance in front of her. She nodded and then started concentrating on the music that surrounded her like a warm blanket. She knew that she’d changed since he left and she hoped that she was strong enough to not fall again. It would be harder to get back up this time around. She closed her eyes and felt the bass of the music swirl about her body, teasing it into motion. She rocked her hips in time to the beat, letting her head roll on her shoulders, mouth parted slightly. He watched her, almost mesmerized. He wanted to touch her again, run his fingers through her hair but he knew better. He’d heard how things had gone after he suddenly left and he wasn’t proud of it either. After another song they both threaded their way from the dance floor, breathing heavily and fanning themselves. They arrived back where she had left her coat and looked at each other in the awkward silence that followed. “So what did you need to talk to me about?” she asked, looking up at him. “I wanted to say that I was sorry. Sorry because I know things between us didn’t exactly end that well and I know it’s been tough,” he told her. She thought for a moment then looked up into his searching blue eyes, “Do you feel better now that you’ve gotten that off your chest? Is your conscious appeased now?” she asked quietly as she played with a napkin from the bar she stood next to. “It’s not like that,” he insisted as he placed a hand on her arm. “I never meant to hurt you, it was just something that I felt that I needed to do. I lost my job and it felt like I’d lost my direction. I needed to find it again, to find where I belonged.” “I would have went with you, you know. I would have left everything I had, everyone I knew to be with you. I thought that, god forbid, that we might even have gotten married…” she trailed off softly shrugging his hand away. He reached out with a gentle hand to turn her face towards him and away from the napkin that was bearing the blunt of her sorrow. He could easily see the tears in her eyes but she held them back and he made no mention of them, giving her that small victory. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind. “Traitor!” her mind screamed at her. “We’re supposed to hate this man, he made you miserable when he up and left.” She felt so cold and very stupid for having agreed to this in the first place. She felt his gentle fingers on her chin, willing her to look at him and reluctantly she did. She looked into his eyes and could not see anything there. No window to the soul, no special emotions, just the vivid color of his eyes as he looked over her face. She turned out of his grasp and started to put her coat on once again, this time, he didn’t stop her. She pulled her hair free of the denim duster she now wore and started to move towards the exit of the club. A few feet away from him she paused and half turned. “Are you staying here or walking me home?” She simply asked before continuing her trek towards the door. Out in the parking lot she started walking home. He came up beside and started walking with her, quiet and lost in thought for the moment. “You live near here? You moved again?” he asked after a little while. “Well I couldn’t stay where we had lived. I had to move. I like my new place, it’s a new start,” she replied not looking up from the sidewalk as they walked. “Are you seeing anyone?” he asked, trying to make conversation. She shook her head. “No.” “No one? Have you been?” “No.” He digested this news this news; that she hasn’t seen anyone since their break up. He felt a little twinge of guilt at her admission and walked along in silence once more. “You know, I sill have those pictures that you gave me,” he told her, taking a quick side ways glance. “What pictures?” her brow furrowed in thought. “The ones you took and printed off for me, when we were living together.” Her eyes widened slightly and she felt her cheeks color a little as she recalled exactly which pictures he was talking about. “Why do you still have those?” she asked him with a confused look. He shrugged his shoulders, hands in his jacket pockets. “I dunno, just didn’t want to throw them away. They’re beautiful.” Her color darkened further as she stared intently at the ground as they walked up towards a duplex house. She climbed the stairs to the porch and started to unlock the door to her place. He watched her nervous movements from down upon the sidewalk. She finally opened the door and a soft light spilled out from within to bathe her in the glow as she turned to look at him. He could see her thoughts reflecting in the expressions on her face. “Did you want to come in for a few moments, warm up before you walk back?” she asked softly, watching his face. He nodded softly and climbed the steps, holding the door open for her as she led the way inside before closing the door behind him. He looked around her place seeing familiar pictures and items. He watched as she tugged her coat off and hung it up. He was doing the same when he realized how close she was standing next to him. He could feel the heat from her body as she hung another jacket that had fallen to the floor. He watched her for a moment. He wasn’t thinking when he reached out, snaking his arms around her waist, drawing her back tight against his chest. She let out a surprised gasp feeling his arms around her and was about to protest but it died on her lips as he gently pulled aside her hair and showered her neck with soft kisses. She leaned her head forward to enjoy the soft affections. She sighed softly and moved from his grasp, turning to face him. They looked at each other for a few quiet moments, trying to judge the others thoughts. He watched as tears spilled from her eyes. He reached out again, pulling her towards him. She felt stiff in his arms at first while he comforted her, brushing away the tears with a tender touch. They stood there for a while with him comforting her ‘til she relaxed somewhat within his arms. He looked down at her, Her body still familiar to his touch even after all this time. He ran his fingers down her spine and she looked up at him, a mixture of fear, anger, and longing upon her face before she leaned towards him and placed a feather soft kiss on his lips. His body responded to hers and he held her tight, crushing her to his own body while returning her soft kisses with force. He leaned back against the door as she pushed against him, hungrily accepting his hard kiss. She shifted and started to trail down his jaw, nipping and nibbling as he sighed his enjoyment of the attention. His fingers slipped under her shirt and brushed fire over her skin, bringing forth a moan from her lips. Her hands worked at pulling up his shirt, exposing his chest to her. She broke her kisses off in order to pull his shirt over his head and toss it to the floor then resumed her nipping along his chest, teasing with kitten-like licks. She shouldn’t be doing this she thought somewhere in the back of her mind but right now she liked the feel of his hands upon her again: it had been so long. She met his lips with a passion as her nails drug along his back. Roughly he pulled her shirt off of her and tossed it to where his lay. He bent over her, mouth on her neck as she leaned back in his hands, letting him feast upon her skin. He savored every inch, loving the familiarity of it. He picked her up and carried her into the living room. She pointed the direction to her room and he fell onto her bed, holding her tight in his arms. She let go of him to finish undressing and noticed that he was doing the same, her eyes sweeping over his body and feeling flushed as her gaze rises up to his face. She saw the hunger there and it caused her to shiver once more as he reached out towards her. She gladly went to his waiting arms and laid down on the bed next to him as his fingers brushed over every inch of skin. He moaned deep in his throat as her hands gently grabbed his erection, giving it soft gentle strokes while he worked kisses down over her neck and chest. His tongue snaked out to lick slow circles around her nipple, and it became her turn to moan in pleasure. One of his hands reached up to massage her other breast as the other hand dipped down across her belly to the soft folds between her legs. One finger gently rubbing tiny circles around her clit, feeling her wetness before he moved down to her slit; a teasing touch running back and forth along it. She lifted her hips to his touch, moaning her pleasure as she rubbed continued to rub him with one hand while gently rolling his balls with her other. She took in a gasp of air as he suddenly pushed a finger inside her, drawing it out and then pushing back in again. Her hips moved against his rhythm, he added another finger then another, his thumb teasing her clit all the time. She let him go and hugged him close to her, her mouth seeking his out with urgency. Their tongues danced back and forth trying to tell each other of their own respective needs. He smiled a bit as he felt her stiffening under his administrations at the tell tale sign of the beginnings of her orgasm. Their breath came in pants as they worked each other over. He pulled his hand away before she had a chance to cum. She cried out her urgent need as he pulled away from her. Her previously closed eyes looked up to him in confusion. He looked down upon her, her skin flushed a lovely shade and breathing hard, her eyes full of her need for him, he smiled and leaned forward to kiss her lips while moving between her wide spread legs. Her arms immediately reaching up to pull him close, she kissed him furiously. He moved to kneel between her knees, painfully hard from her talented hands. Slowly he rubbed the head along her opening, using long painful strokes. She moaned and looked up at him. “Please,” she whispered looking into his eyes. With that he slowly pushed inside, sinking into her warm wetness. She caught her breath, being filled while he groaned his pleasure as she surrounded him with tight muscles, rippling along his shaft. He leaned down to whisper in her ear as he slowly pulled almost out then thrust back in, “You still feel wonderful, I’ve missed this so much.” She clung to him as if he would disappear from her. She lifted her legs and locked her ankles behind him, trapping him against her as he built a rhythm of thrusts. She gladly lifted her hips, meeting him as the thrusts that started out as slow and long became frantic and wild. Her breasts moved with each hard thrust and she moved to hold them but he shook his head, telling her to remove her hands, he wanted to watch. Reluctantly she did and closed her eyes, giving herself over to him. His thrusts were hard and rough with his need as he reached down to her clit again rolling his finger around it and then pinching it. She stiffened and then screamed as her orgasm hit her full force. Her legs tightly wrapped about his hips as her muscles milked him with fever. He leaned down into her neck, breathing hard as he continued to thrust into her, feeling his own release close, he raced towards it as she fought to catch her breath. With a groan he came as well, giving a breathy moan with each twitch of his cock until he was empty and breathing heavily; he rested upon her. Slowly he pulled out and slipped to her side, snuggling close to her hot skin, one hand resting on her stomach. She turned to place a light kiss upon his wet forehead as they laid together resting. He moved, softly brushing his fingers over her breast and erect nipple and down over her body before returning his hand to rest on her stomach again. The second time had been slower and more tender than the first urgent coupling. He made her scream again and again, having never tired of hearing it. She had never forgotten how to please him, the little tricks that made him squirm and beg. They fell asleep, snuggled in each others arms under the blankets, comfortable with each other once again. She woke up in the morning, the sunlight shining across the lower part of her bed. Tired, she rubbed her eyes and yawned softly, happily snuggled under the covers. She smiled at the thoughts of last night and wondered if there could be an encore for the morning. With a happy sigh she rolled over in the bed and looked at the pillow next to her. It was empty. Tentatively she reached out searching fingers to feel the cold empty sheets beside her and laid there for a moment, letting it sink in. She sat up and looked about, the sheet hugged to her chest. His clothes were gone and the apartment was quiet. She slipped from the bed pulled on a short satin red robe, securing it around her waist with the tie she walked out into the living room. The apartment was empty, he had left. She looked about on the end tables for a note or something but found nothing. Stunned she sat down upon the couch and absently petted the tabby cat that climbed into her lap and started to purr. She didn’t feel like crying. He had hurt her once again but she didn’t feel like wasting the tears yet again. She sat like that for a while, fingers moving against the plush fur of the cat on her lap as her mind wandered back over what happened last night. She didn’t immediately see the folded piece of paper but it dawned on her that it was out of place. She leaned forward and saw a word written on it in his handwriting. “Beautiful,” it said simply. She slowly unfolded it to see the nude pictures she had taken of herself, the pictures she gave him a long time ago. It was then that the first and only tear slid down her cheek as she crumpled the paper in her hand. Old Flame The parking lot was, as it always was, full and disorganized. Luckily, I was able to get into a very convenient spot, which assured that my wait time to leave would be minimal. As I checked to ensure that I had all my food, reading material and valuables, I heard a familiar voice, rather close to me. As I looked around it was an ex girlfriend of mine, Elizabeth. "Hey you, I should have known you would have been here," was her greeting with a wide grin. I hugged her, as was our standard greeting, but I prolonged the squeeze to maximize the impact of her well-endowed bust. "What do you expect? It remains as it always was," I responded as we ended our embrace. She was looking as fit as she always did and as I stared at her she knew I was assessing all the fine lines that made her so adorable. Even though she was with a few friends, she slowed her walk to engage in some light chat as we walked to the entrances. "I am sure you are in the hospitality boxes with all your VIP friends," I joked as we got to the first entrance. "So, it is not likely I am going to see you again for today, but I should say that you look great and I hope this nice surprise sets the pace for my entire day." "You never change, I suppose that is .... , " she started and quickly trailed off as her friend beckoned her to come along. Not wanting to be too long with me, she quickly scribbled on a bit of paper, tucked it in my pocket and ran off. It was nice watching her poetic motions as she hurried to catch her friends. My databank was instantly engaged remembering all the good times we had and the silly reasons for ending our relationship. We never made an effort to get back together. Sad, I thought. The game was great, the action pulsating and there was a lot to cheer. I was, however, a little restless. I wanted to talk to her. It was not hard to appreciate that as soon as was possible, after the game, I as on my cell phone chatting with Elizabeth. My hour-long drive home seemed much shorter; we had been having this energetic exchange about the game, work and a range of the other subjects. I had reached home; she was home and ready to have a shower. "Well, I cannot shower with the phone at my ear so ..," she began, when I started to laugh, which broke her sentence. "That must be a lovely sight, if my recollection serves me right." I teased as I opened the door to my apartment. She was a picture of beauty, about five feet ten, well-toned body, about 140 lbs, with wide hips and an upright bust line. "Don't start." she continued with an attempt at sounding serious. "You had your chance." It had been over three years since we had been together and on many occasions I had been forced to remember the pleasure of having her body in my hands. The images were fresh in my mind. "What are you talking about?" I asked innocently as I tried to prolong the issue. "You are trying to get me started and honestly while I would love some passionate action, I cannot be bothered with all the baggage, so lets not go there. OK." There was a mixture of flavors in her voice, desire, anger, hope, which I was ready to respond to. I knew we had different life plans and were both in relationships, even if they were at different levels of development, but I was ready for a plunge. "Elizabeth, I would love to come over there and wash your body, every detail, every inch. You know what’s in my head." I eagerly, yet calmly, spouted. My head was full ideas, images and inclinations. "Anyway, I will give you a call Mr. Hotshot, you have too much in your head." she said as the sound of water rushing into her bathtub caused her voice to fade. She did not call back as planned. I was not surprised. A week later my phone rang near midnight and it was Elizabeth, which for a moment was somewhat shocking. "Are you gone to bed?" she started. "Naw, just giving some more free labour to the boss. What's up?" was my initial response, trying to sound comfortable with the fact that she had called. "I know you must be surprised at me calling, granted last time we spoke I did promise to call you back but .... I suppose you could say I did not say when," she started, her tone making it clear that there was something behind the call. I was willing to wait; after all she was my friend, irrespective of what had happened between us. There was a strange tone that I could not identify. "What's wrong?" I asked, not willing to wait anymore. "Why do you think that something is wrong?" she quickly responded. "Honestly, nothing is wrong, I just felt." she hesitated, "felt like calling you and I thought it would be crazy to call you at this hour and I just did. There is really nothing to it. So now that I have called you, I can go have my midnight pills and go to bed ... take care." she said and wished me a goodnight. It did seem a little crazy, although I was sure that there was a deeper reason to it all. I never tried to prolong the call; I wished her a goodnight and went back to doing my work. Elizabeth had always been an adventurous, fun-loving type who was always eager to try everything once which led to fireworks whenever we had sex, as there was something new that she always wanted to try. Even at the risk of a broken limb, I was always willing to participate. It was not easy to resist her and after a few encounters I was not willing to miss a chapter. As I closed my files in preparation for bed, my phone rang again. "I want you to come over and fuck me, that's why I called. I am in the mood for your type of loving tonight." was her greeting with the faint strains of music from Teddy Pendergrass in the background. "So you can either do it or not, my door will be open for another hour, if you are so inclined." Without waiting for a response she cradled the handset. The smell of scented candles greeted me, the dim living room was indicative of the mood she was in. I had made it just in time. Candles were lit all the way to her bedroom where Elizabeth was sprawled across her bed wearing a thin, red and black lacy negligee. I quickly removed my clothes and joined her on the bed and soon we were locked in a deep kiss. My hands began to explore her body, squeezing her ass, pinching her nipples and quickly getting a feel of her mound. As the momentum grew Elizabeth suddenly got up. "Close your eyes." she said in a stern voice. "In fact, I know you won't, so let me make sure." She grabbed a scarf, which was on a stool nearby and blindfolded me. It did feel a little weird but, I sensed some excitement and I was open for the game. She opened a drawer, shortly returning to the bed where she pushed me into a lying position. She had some ice which she rubbed all over my face before placing it in my mouth, I attempted to caress her but she grabbed my arms and in a sultry tone, she told me that I was not going to be able to touch her until she told me to. "You are going to like this," she teased in a low tone as she slithered up my body. "These are new and I thought you would look so good in them," was her statement as she clicked something on my wrist. "What are you doing?" I asked, still playing along. Without a word, she did the same to my other wrist and in a flash I was handcuffed to her bed. There was a thrill to being handcuffed and although there was some frustration, I went with the tingle of my senses, it was different and pleasurable. Elizabeth traced my body with some wine, then topped my nipples and dick with whip cream. She licked, kissed and decorated my body with all that she wanted to eat. In the sexiest ways, I was aroused as she ate her way across my torso, around my nipples to my cock, where she licked and sucked me to a huge orgasm. The restrictions made the pleasure somewhat deeper as I ached with the desire to grab her and sink my cock deep inside her hot pussy. She was in control, had her script all planned and was taking it nice and slow. Intermittently, she would whisper in my ear how much she knew I wanted to fuck her but that she wanted to use her scented oil to massage me all over except for my cock, which she had other plans for. I had to wait. It was painful pleasure. Slowly my cock was rekindled, and as if that was a signal, Elizabeth unlocked the cuffs and removed my blindfold. She had the widest grin as she asked me how I felt. After a few glasses of wine, some strawberries from the tray of fruits that was part of the decor and she sat beside me. I told her how awesome the sensations were and that I was ready for more. She reached for a cube of ice and started the kissing procedure again. Thinking that she was going to cuff me again I stretched my arms to her. She pulled me on top of her. I reached for another ice cube and started rubbing it all over her shoulders all the way to her nipple. They were so warm, even with the ice. I circled her nipples with the ice in my mouth and slid all the way down her body, spread her legs and started to lick her clit, softly at first and then started nibbling on it. She screamed, almost with control and moaned my name as the strokes on her clit became longer and deeper. I freed my hand to massage her breasts. My cock was really hard and ready, but I wanted her to wait. For another twenty minutes, my tongue led my mind all over her body, her legs were jerking as the sensations from sucking her clit challenged her stability. As her pussy got wetter and her moaning got deeper, I was finally ready to slide a finger inside her as I licked at her clitoris. Her eyes were closed, as if deep in concentration. I slowly licked my way up her body and whispered in her ear. "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked rhetorically. Without waiting for a response. I went back to sucking her nipples and move all the way to her toes. "I can't wait anymore." she gasped "I want you to fuck me now!!!" I knew she was frustrated that I was delaying and as she pulled me to her, I resisted. I turned her onto her stomach, which allowed me even more control. "I want to feel your big hard cock ... please, stop teasing me!!!" she growled. Once again I whispered in her ear "How do you want it?" It was time. As Elizabeth raised her body in an attempt to release my hold on her I placed my cock at the entrance of her wet pussy. Almost, as if it lunged, my cock was inside Elizabeth. The effects of the juices streaming onto my member were sensational. I could not fight it anymore, I pushed deep inside and in immediate reaction, her pussy contracted; it felt so fucking tight and warm. I started grinding deep and slow as the collision of our juices made a wonderful sound commingled with our moans of pleasure. I began to pump harder and deeper as my cock was crying out to be fucked and her body responded. I flipped her over, opened her legs wider, one on my shoulder, and drilled deeper. "Fuck, this is sweet," she moaned as I continued to wallow in the sweetness of the moment. Elizabeth raised her body, demonstrating her fitness, while we continued to pump. She reached under to massage my balls. With every stroke she called my name, I was getting ready to dump a huge load of cum in her, she was ready to receive it. When the loud grunt came, the deep plunge and freeze motion followed. Every centimeter of my cock was inside of her and on my second plunge and hold, she erupted as well. Her arms were swaying all over as she tried to take back the loud scream of my name, punctuated by an extended shriek of "fuuccckkk". As I drove home, I had to admit that it was one of the most fulfilling sexual experiences of my life. It was a command performance, which had no equal. Elizabeth was special, I had to admit. My phone rang, and as I expected, it was her wondering if I had reached home safely. "Thanks for coming over. I hope you did not mind," she said in a sultry, tired voice. I could not but laugh at her comment. "Well, lets say it was cool and deeply satisfying. Feel free to call anytime." I said, reaching for my garage opener. "I can see that there is still a lot of fire there, so please do not keep it hidden from me. Please keep in touch." Old Flame In Hose "So what is this fascination with stockings that you have?" I smiled and almost stammered. I told her it was a fascination that began in high school and it just turns me on. "I suppose you'd like to see me in some?" "Of course I would!" I blurted. "Well maybe I'll treat you someday." I had my arm around her and I brushed back her red hair. We were older now. I pursued her with no success as a teenager and now we were approaching forty. She was still beautiful and very smart, I was- well-I was me. I was trying to look down her shirt. She caught me and smiled. I broke the tension by passionately kissing her. I couldn't believe I was kissing her after all these years, her tongue tasted like a delicacy. I ran my right hand across her blouse in a mock ripping motion, just below her breasts. She pulled her head back with half lidded eyes. "Not so fast." "Not so fast?" We left it unsaid because she knew how long I chased her. She smiled again and nuzzled her head in my shoulder. I wasn't sure what to do. I had waited for this moment for years and it was hanging the balance. The question rose in the room in silence, before the bubble burst she blurted that she had to go to the bathroom. Didn't Al Pacino say that in the "Godfather"? Wasn't there a murder after he said that? I watched her tight little figure wiggle out of the room and I tried to block out all thoughts from my mind. After a few minutes she called me into her bedroom. The blinds were turned backwards so the light was slanting into the room illuminating her lying on her stomach across the bed. She was nude except for a pair of black thigh highs and a cunning smile; her head turned over her shoulder like an orb. Her left leg kicked up and hung in the air. I was speechless for a change. She rolled over and causally spread her legs, "cat got your tongue?" I shoved my face between her legs. I took a long lap up her snatch. She wasn't bare but her bush was neatly trimmed, the brown curls ticked my lips. I used my hands to pry apart her legs and I settled my thumbs between her pussy. I spread it wide and I took another long lap till I found her clit. She shuddered and I began to eat and lap. I couldn't believe my tongue was diving inside the cunt I wanted for years. She was delicious and I ate like I was famished and for once I really was hungry. She locked her thighs around my skull and I felt her moan or hum, I couldn't tell. My hands slipped around and grabbed her ass, trying to push my tongue through her spine. She bucked and she wheezed and her body started to stiffen. I hoped she was close because my tongue was getting tired. I blanked out and just kept going, her hand reached the top of my head and finally she shivered. I knew I could slow down and she scratched the nape of my neck with her nails. I pulled away and she looked me over with some half lidded eyes. While I bent over to kiss her my fingers found their way into her damp hole and she gasped and involuntarily shuddered. She rubbed my cock through my jeans, murmuring: "this is a good place to hide a hard-on." I felt the zipper go down and she grabbed my shaft and tried to bend over. She couldn't make it so I held a finger up to signal stop. I got out of my shoes and socks and I allowed her to pull my pants down. As they hit my knees she leaped and planted a sloppy kiss on my head, her hand guiding the base upright as she licked. We made eye contact as she swallowed my head and slowly began to bob. I couldn't believe she was on my cock after all these years! I tried to concentrate on removing my shirt and I fell backwards. "You all right there?" She smirked; I told her I was a little overwhelmed that's all. "We'll fix that." She leaned backwards and put her nylon soles on my chest and slowly rubbed my nipples. When her feet got to my waist she leaned backwards and opened a night stand to grab a rubber. She caught me staring at where the stockings stopped and her white thighs began. She gave me the package and stood next to the bed. Her back was to me and she began to stretch. "I thought I'd give you some inspiration." She stepped with her legs apart and brought her hands over her head; she bent over slightly and grabbed her knees, then her ankles. She looked absolutely ravishing and she turned to make eye contact. "I have red for later." Old Flame, New Game Ch. 01 I want to give special thanks to AlabasterThighs for her assistance in transforming the rough draft into a finished story. Her insights and eye for detail are an invaluable asset in my creative process. * * * It broke my heart when I had to tell Sharon that I would not be able to meet her in Chicago at our 30th class reunion. Despite months of planning and a new motivation, my work schedule just would not allow me to travel that weekend. So when I pulled into the parking garage on Friday morning I was feeling sad, bitter and even a bit resentful. I should be at the airport, not the office, I thought. I did not know how I would get through that day. As the morning dragged on, my thoughts continued to wander 1400 miles to the North. I never expected to feel the way I did. But on that morning there was nowhere I would have rather been than on an airplane flying to Chicago to meet a woman I had not seen in over 30 years. By 11:00 am I had accomplished very little on my project, making the point of staying home to work even more incomprehensible to me. I was brought back to reality by the chiming of my telephone. The receptionist advised that my 11:00 appointment had just arrived. Funny, I thought, I have no appointments today. I looked back at my calendar, and to my surprise it said 11:00 am, Charlotte North, initial consultation, re: divorce. I did not know when that was added; my calendar had been cleared for weeks as I did not plan to be in the office that weekend. I asked the receptionist to show Mrs. North to the conference room, and to give her the standard new client information forms to fill out. Five minutes later the telephone chimed again. The receptionist advised that Mrs. North was getting impatient, and wanted me to know that she did not drive over here just to fill out paperwork. I saved the file I was trying to work on, and went to the conference room. My second surprise of the day was more of a shock, actually. Sitting in the conference room was a middle aged woman with a mane of wildly thick auburn hair, wearing a skirted navy business suit and a cream-colored sheer silk tank top under her jacket. She looked a little frazzled, her hair and make up were a mess, but I knew immediately that sitting in my conference room was Sharon! She appeared exactly as her photographs promised: approximately five and one-half feet tall, around 150 lbs, and very pretty. My heart nearly burst out of my chest as I saw her in person. "Mrs. North?" I asked. "Mr. Velasquez?" she responded. I quickly gathered my composure, closed the conference room door, and sat in a padded leather chair across the from "Mrs. North." I took out a legal pad and pretended to take notes as I looked across the table at her. "Oh my god, what are you doing here?" was the first thing that came out of my mouth. "I mean, I am so happy to see you, but how did you get here? What are you doing here? When did you get here?" "When you told me that you could not go to the reunion, I decided I really did not want to go either. The only reason I was going was to see you. The only reason. I decided that if you wouldn't meet me there, then I would meet you here. So I drove down here from North Carolina." "Baby, that is incredible, you shouldn't have, I am glad you did, but really, that's crazy. Oh my god, you are really here. "And you are gorgeous, by the way. Stunning, Beautiful. Oh my god, you are really here." "Does your husband know where you are?" "Of course not. Why would I tell him that I am in Florida, instead of Chicago? Do I look crazy to you?" "No, but..." "He did not want to go. He didn't care if I went alone. He knew I was driving, he just doesn't know which I direction I went. Don't worry." We talked for another thirty minutes, sitting in the conference room pretending to be conducting a new client interview. I jotted some notes on a legal pad for the benefit of anyone walking by and looking through the window behind me. It was torture keeping my hands to myself, but I forced myself to behave. When enough time had passed to make it appear that I had, in fact, interviewed a new client, I stood up, headed for the door, and asked "Mrs. North" to follow me. We exited the conference room and walked around the perimeter of the office. I first showed her the empty offices where we were planning to expand, and then crossed over to the occupioed side once again. On the occupied side all of the offices open to a floor to ceiling view of the ocean, which is also visible from the secretarial station on the eastern corridor. I escorted her into my office, closed the door, and locked it. Once the door was locked I turned to face her, wrapped my arms around waist, and planted a kiss on her waiting mouth. I felt her press her body against mine, her breasts smashing into my chest, her pussy rubbing against my cock, as our tongues explored each other's mouths. We kissed hungrily, both of us tasting the other, while my hands on her back pressed her tighter against me. I reached down and cupped her ass cheeks in my hands, squeezing and kneading her flesh. Her hands traveled down my crotch, rubbing and teasing my hardening cock from outside my pants. Her searching fingers found my zipper, pulled it down, reached into my underwear and pulled out my fully erect cock. "I have been waiting so long for this," she panted into my ear, just before pulling away and dropping to her knees. Kneeling on the floor, with both hands on my cock, she started licking up and down the shaft until it was glistening with saliva in the midday sun streaming through my office window. I ran my hands through her thick auburn hair as she continued to lick, tasting every throbbing inch of my hardness. Finally she reached the head, swollen and purple, and sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue continued to dance all over the head and shaft as her lips closed around my cock, sucking it deeper into her throat. As much as I enjoyed her expert cocksucking skills, I did not want her to continue kneeling on the hard wooden floor. I helped her to her feet as she reluctantly released my cock from her warm wet mouth. I removed her jacket and placed it on the back of a chair, and then led her to my desk. I had not planned for this moment, and was not sure what I was going to do next. My only thought was to bend her over my desk and fuck her from behind. But she had other ideas. Still holding my cock in one hand, she led me over to my leather chair, and directed me to sit down. I did, and a moment later she was under my desk, kneeling on the floor, with her face buried in my lap. She resumed sucking my cock, but this time I was able to relax and fully enjoy her talent. Holding her head in my hands, I moved the tangle of hair from her face and tried watching her as she sucked my cock in and out of her mouth, up and down, in and out, over and over and over. But she had too much hair, and finally I gave up as the pressure in my balls began to grow. I continued to enjoy her techniques as she sucked and licked up and down the shaft and all over the head of my cock. I felt the cum boiling in my balls as she continued sucking, the pressure growing as my balls tightened. She reached into my pants and gently caressed my testicles, increasing the pressure until I knew I was seconds from cumming. I told her I was ready to cum, giving her warning that I was about to explode. I knew from our numerous telephone discussions that she was not a swallower, so I gently tugged on her hair to let her know I was about to erupt. With one hand she pushed my hands away, and continued bobbing up and down on my cock. "Baby, I'm cumming," I said, as the pressure in my balls finally released. I felt the cum shooting up my shaft, but she continued to bob up and down while gently squeezing my balls. I felt one, two, three hard jets of cum blasting her throat, but she kept her mouth closed tightly around the shaft and caught every drop of my seed. It felt as if the cum were shooting up from my toes, through my legs, and up the shaft of my cock, the pleasure was so overwhelming. When I finally stopped spurting she removed my cock from her mouth, leaned over the wastebasket, and spit my entire load into the receptacle. "The cleaning lady is going to love that," I said. Sharon crawled out from under my desk, rearranged her clothes, leaned over and kissed me fully on the mouth. I could taste traces of my cum on her lips and tongue. It was not a taste I was used to, but in this case, I did not mind. Its not every day that I get my cock sucked and my balls drained by a woman who recently revealed that she has had a crush on me for over 30 years. "Do you want to show me to my hotel now?" she asked. "Let's go," I answered. I escorted "Mrs. North" to the door, and then went back to my desk. Five minutes later I announced that I was going to lunch. I met Sharon in the parking garage, asked her which hotel she was staying at, and then told her to follow me. Luckily, she had chosen a hotel just minutes from the office, which was also less than 10 minutes from my house. I waited in my car while Sharon checked into her room and then sent me a text message with the room number. I carried her bags up to her room and knocked on the door, only to find it slightly ajar. I entered, finding her in bed with the covers over her. I saw her suit, blouse and underwear draped over a chair, and so I too undressed. "What took you so long?" she asked. "I have been waiting here for you. My pussy needs some attention." I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed with her. I resisted the urge to ravish her, and instead spent several minutes just kissing her on the lips, tasting her mouth, gently touching her skin, prolonging the buildup. After several minutes of just kissing her and touching her arms and shoulders, feeling her softness, caressing her face and torso, trying so hard just to believe that we were finally together, even as the overwhelming evidence demonstrated that we were in fact lying in bed with one another, I finally started kissing her behind her ear, her neck, her throat, kissing all over, looking for any place I could touch that produced a reaction. I listened to her breathing, listening for changes in her breaths; I observed her skin flushing from pale white to bright red, then I kissed my way down her upper chest until I reached her right nipple. I gently sucked it into my mouth and felt it harden between my lips. I released it, and kissed my way over to her other nipple, sucking that one into my mouth as I had done with the right nipple a minute ago. I alternated back and forth, licking, kissing, sucking each into my mouth, first one, then the other, over and over and over again. Such beautiful breasts, not as full as they had appeared in photographs, but perfectly shaped and firmer than those of any other 48 year old woman I knew. Her breasts were so beautiful that they image of them will be forever etched into my mind. After several minutes of sucking those lovely nipples I started kissing lower, down her belly --so soft and flat, so beautiful. I could nearly cum from kissing her belly, she turned me on so much. But I kept kissing lower and lower, until I reached my biggest surprise since entering the room. "I thought you were going to shave," I said. "I was going to, but I decided to let you do it for me," she replied. "Interesting. Do you have the supplies?" I asked. "What do you need?" "A razor, some shaving cream, a glass of hot water, and a towel." "I'll be right back." She went to the bathroom and started running some water, returning with a towel and a glass. She then opened her suit case and handed me a razor and a can of Edge gel. Her thick bush was already trimmed at the top and on the sides, just enough to be contained by her swimsuit, I assumed. I caught a hint of her aroma delicately wafting from the petals of her moist flower. I lifted her legs and spread the towel underneath her. I gently nudged her thighs a little farther apart, opening her to my appreciative gaze. Moisture was visibly leaking from her pussy by now, collecting in small droplets at the tips of her lips. I wet her pussy down with the water, and then spread the shaving gel over her bush. I took my time, working the foaming gel thoroughly over her entire mound, and into her cleft. I then dipped the razor into the warm water and let the blades warm up for a few seconds. Sharon was looking straight up at the ceiling as I made the first pass with the razor through her bush. Using smooth, even strokes I removed the hair from the area between her slit and her panty line. When the easy part was done I told her to open her legs a little more, and then I started removing the hair from her outer lips. I worked very slowly and very carefully, at times using my left hand to open her slit so that I could remove the hair sprouting from just inside the cleft. I had to ask her to hold open the right side while I opened the left and cleared away all the remaining hairs growing closest to her inner lips. Eventually her inner lips began to emerge from the fleshy mound of her outer lips. In between strokes of the razor I caressed her mound and brushed my fingers over her outer lips, much more than was truly necessary. I could tell from her breathing that she was fully aroused. The evidence of her arousal was confirmed by the aroma emanating from her slit, which was fighting with and overpowering the citrus scent of the shaving gel. When I was through cleaning all the hair from the front of her pussy, I told her to get up on her hands and knees. She complied quickly and without question. Of course she was now wide open to me, and this time it was my turn to gasp. She had a perfectly heart-shaped light ass with a deep crack, a lovely little virgin rosebud asshole framed by a slight line of short curly hairs, and the two luscious lips protruding from her puffy mound. At that point I wanted to violate her in so many ways. But instead I wet her ass crack with the wash cloth, and then applied shaving gel. I worked the gel thoroughly into her crack, again spending much more time than was truly necessary, but all the while increasing her sexual arousal. With a few careful swipes of the razor I finished removing the hair from the crack of her ass, and the wiped off the rest of the foamy shaving gel. I wiped her with a fresh cloth, and then stopped for a second to admire my work. I lowered my face to within inches of her ass as I inspected every square millimeter of flesh. My mouth was only about an inch from her rosebud, and she shuddered as she felt my warm breach against her cool moist skin. I told her to roll over onto her back and resumed my inspection. Her arousal was unmistakable. I would almost say that she was in a state of acute distress, needing to cum immediately. I brushed my fingers over her lips, stopping for a second to seek out and stimulate her clit. I then lowered my mouth and slowly licked up and down her slit, my tongue barely touching her inner lips, tasting the honey glistening from within her. She started cumming almost immediately, arching her back and moaning into a pillow. I licked her seven or eight times, up and down her moist slit, before my tongue sought out and found the nub that my fingers had identified seconds earlier. I slowly swirled my tongue around her clit, coaxing it from the hood, closing my lips around it and sucking it into my mouth. I sucked and licked her for about five minutes while she thrashed around on the bed beneath me, moaning into a pillow that she held over her face the entire time. I licked down to her vagina, tasting all of her juices and pushing my tongue into her warm moist tunnel. She kept cumming as I fucked her with my tongue, in and out, and then licked lower, to the virgin rosebud I was dying to taste. I swirled my tongue around her asshole, but it did not relax or open in the slightest. I inserted a finger into her pussy, amazed at how tight she felt. I inserted a second finger, and then began stroking her G-spot. I quickly brought her to another orgasm. I removed my fingers from the hot sticky hole, and replaced them with my tongue. I licked her for a few more minutes, until she pushed my face away. My cock was fully erect, and so hard it felt ready to burst. But I knew that after the blowjob in my office I would last as long as I needed to. I knelt between her legs and admired her deliciously lovely body. I could wait no longer, and placed the head of my cock against her sweet wet pussy. Again, I was surprised by the tightness of her hole. The petals parted as the head pushed through, opening willingly to the hard fleshy invader pressing between them. I entered her in one thrust, and then just held it in place, enjoying the pleasure of her tight wet pussy clutching my throbbing hard cock. I looked into her eyes and saw the lust she was feeling for me, which perfectly matched the lust I felt for her. I started stroking in and out, in and out, very slowly, enjoying every stimulation of every nerve ending in my body, all of which seemed to be connected to my cock. I bent to kiss her, and her mouth hungrily met mine. I know she tasted her pussy on my lips, and that inflamed my passions even more. I started thrusting into her faster as I sucked her tongue into my mouth. I wanted to consume her and be consumed by her, all at the same time. Every fiber of my body wanted to be joined with her flesh. I reached under her thighs, pulling her closer to me, trying to bury my cock deeper into her pussy. The pleasure she was giving me was undescribable. I thrust into her deeper and deeper, harder and harder, over and over and over. When I felt that I was about to cum, I pulled out of her. I kissed her deeply, bent down and licked her pussy again, and then turned her over. I had to fuck this lovely creature from behind, where I could admire her ass and all of her gorgeous backside. She responded immediately, sensing what I wanted, and backed her ass up against me. I entered her from behind, returning to the slower pace that ignited our passion. I place my hands on her hips and thrust into her, slowly, deeply, and then I pulled all of the way out, so that the head of my cock was barely touching her wet lips. I pushed just the head in, then slowly pulled it out. I repeated this motion 2, 3, 4 more times. Then without warning I buried my cock all the way into her pussy in one swift stroke. She gasped as my cock filled her pussy for a second, only to be fully removed again. I then increased the pace and fucked her harder, faster, stroke after I stroke as I held her hips and pulled her toward me with every stroke. Sensing that I was about to cum, I pulled out and turned her over onto her back once again. I kissed her, then started pumping her over and over, faster and faster. "I'm going to cum baby," I said. "Cum for me." "Where do you want my cum?" "In my pussy" "Tell me where you want my cum" "I want your cum in my pussy" "Say it louder!" "I want your cum in my pussy! Cum in my pussy!" "Oh baby, I'm cumming baby, I'm cumming in your pussy!" "Fill my pussy, baby, fill it with your cum!" "Here it cums baby" I felt the cum shooting up my shaft, I felt it exploding out of my cock, filling her sweet pussy with cum. I pumped her hard and deep, thrust after thrust as I shot spurt after spurt of white hot cum in her pussy. When I was done I pulled out and rolled off her. I saw a river of cum flowing out of her pussy. I reached for her camera and snapped a picture. Your first souvenir, I thought. I laid down beside her, drifting off to sleep. When I awoke it was late in the afternoon. Sharon was still sleeping, but she woke up as I got up from the bed to go to the bathroom. She told me that she was still tired, as she had driven all night to be there by 11:00 am. I thanked her, showered, and let her drift off to sleep again. Old Flame, New Game Ch. 01 I promised her that I would return in the morning. Old Flame, New Game Ch. 02 I want to give special thanks to AlabasterThighs for her assistance in transforming the rough draft into a finished story. Her insights and eye for detail are an invaluable asset in my creative process. Old Flame, New Game Ch. 02 "Looks like we aren't the only ones breaking the rules" I told her. We disentangled, and I handed Sharon her bathing suit bottom. She put it on, and we walked back toward the shore. Upon reaching the towels we each drank another bottle of water, reapplied our sun screen, and then laid down again. About a half hour later I told her that we should get going, as I had made plans for the evening. "Oh, really? What do you have in mind?" she asked. "I'll let you wonder about that," I told her, as I stood up and started gathering our gear. "It will be something you have never done before." "That doesn't rule out much. You know I lived a very sheltered life before I hooked up with you again." "And I am doing my best to broaden your horizons. We have a lot of lost time to make up. You won't be the same person when I send you home. You might not want to leave." "Now I'm getting scared," she said, as she put her bathing suit top back on. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. At least, not too much." Old Flame, New Game Ch. 03 I returned that evening shortly before 7:00 p.m. I went directly to Sharon's room, where I found her with her hair and make up done, but still not dressed. I immediately took her in my arms and pulled her nearly naked body toward me, giving her a long tight hug just inside the doorway. "I missed you, lover," I said. "But why aren't you ready?" "You wouldn't tell me what I need to be ready for. Don't you like me like this?" she said, standing in her bra and panties with her arms held open. I admired her lovingly, then advised her that we were going out for dinner. "I was waiting for you to tell me what I should wear, since you did not tell me where we are going tonight," she said. "This will be fine," I said as I handed her a box. She opened the box and found a white silk dress with a bright floral pattern. She held it up in front of her, walked to the mirror and took a long look, turning from side to side as she did so. "This looks like it will fit. It's very pretty," she said. "Try it on," I replied. She pulled the dress over her head, then turned to look in the mirror once again. "What do you think?" she asked. "I think it looks beautiful on you, but you are going to have to do something about that bra." She turned and looked at the back, noticing for the first time that the dress was essentially backless, except for the spaghetti straps cris-crossing halfway down her back. She stood at the mirror for several minutes and attempted to make adjustments, but nothing she did could hide the straps. Finally, she unhooked her bra and tossed it on the bed. "I guess this is the only thing I can do with it," she said, somewhat reluctantly. "Don't worry, it looks great that way," I said, giving her an approving grin. "Oh I am sure that you will like this. If it is cold wherever we are going, my nipples will be showing all night." "Mmmmmm. Remind me again why that's a bad thing," I replied. She slipped on a pair of open toed sandals with a very low heel, which brought her up to my height. "I'm ready. Let's go," she said. We left the room and walked out of the hotel, arm in arm. I opened the passenger side door and let her in, then walked around to the driver's side of the car. Once inside I closed the door, and we drove off. I handed her my CD case, and told her to pick something out. She flipped through the CD's for a second, but after noticing that most of them did not clearly state the artist's name, she handed it back to me told me to pick. I quickly found a selection and inserted it into the slot. We talked about nothing in particular during the remaining 45 minute drive to South Beach. Upon reaching the restaurant, I stopped in front of the valet who first opened the passenger's door and helped Sharon out of the car, and then took my keys, handed me a ticket, and drove off. We entered the restaurant, walking arm in arm once again. The restaurant was dimly lit, with candles sitting amidst the crystal goblets and glasses and a small arrangement of tropical flowers adorning each table. The tables were spaced comfortably apart from one another, and the low lighting afforded an unexpected modicum of privacy. After we were seated I quickly glanced at the menu and then the wine list, and then asked Sharon what she would like to drink. "What are you having?" she asked. "A martini, of course." "I'll try one also." "Are you sure? That's a serious drink." "I'm not a lightweight. I could probably drink you under the table." "We'll wait for another day to find that out." "Two Hendricks martinis, please. Not too dry. Three olives," I said to the waiter. The waiter returned with our drinks, placing one in front of Sharon, and then the second in front of me. "We're ready to order," I said. "A shrimp cocktail and a ceviche, to start. The lady will have a filet mignon, medium rare. Could she have mashed potatoes instead of baked?" "We can do that." "Good, thank you. And I will have the steak au poivre, medium rare, with rice on the side. And two chocolate souffles for dessert, please." "Very good. And your wine selection?" "The 2003 Opus One Cabernet, please." "Excellent. I will be right back with your wine." After the waiter left, Sharon took her first sip of the martini. The face she made as the liquid reached her tongue was unforgettable. "How can you drink that?" she asked. "I told you, it is an acquired taste," I said, as I sipped my drink. "Do you want something else?" "No, I'll drink this. I told you. I'm not a lightweight." We sipped our drinks and talked, holding hands across the table in the dimly lit restaurant. We paused only when our appetizers arrived. I asked the waiter to bring us two mojitos, as I did not think that Sharon would enjoy another martini. "The mojito has become a kind of a trendy drink all over the country in the past couple of years. But it has been popular in Miami for more than 50 years. It is considered the national drink of Cuba, kind of how France is regarded for red wine, Russia for Vodka, Mexico for Tequila, and America for bad beer. I think that you will find it much more enjoyable than that martini you are somehow forcing yourself to swallow." "I'm doing ok with this." "I see that, but I think that you would prefer something else." A short time later the waiter brought us our second round of drinks. Sharon gulped down the last of her martini, while I popped the olives into my mouth. "To a perfect evening," she said, raising her glass. "To a perfect evening with my perfect lover," I added. We touched glasses, then raised the glasses to our lips for a taste. "Oooooo, that's much better," she said, just before taking a second sip. "I could drink this all night." "I know, that's what makes them so dangerous." A few more minutes passed before the waiter returned with our bottle of wine. He opened the bottle, poured us each a glass, then took our appetizer plates away. We continued talking and holding hands, while exchanging long loving looks in between sips of our drinks. I noticed her nipples showing clearly through the thin white material of the dress. By the time dinner arrived we were already starting to get a little buzz going. We slowly ate, continued talking, and started drinking the excellent bottle of red wine. By the time we had finished the first glass of wine, both of us had reached the point of feeling no pain. Sharon's nipples continued to stand out in the cool evening air. The waiter quickly came over and poured us each a second glass of wine. While pouring, I noticed his gaze lingering over her nipples straining against the fabric of her dress. After he departed, I leaned over the table and very softly told Sharon that I wanted her to do something for me. "What is it? Anything, baby." "I want you to take off your panties." "You want me to what?" "I want you to take off your panties." "Why?" "It would be sexy if you were sitting here almost naked, with nothing on under your sheer, sexy dress." "I think I am almost naked enough." "No one will know. You will still have your dress on." "No." "Please baby" "No." "I'll beg. Please baby, please do it for me." "No. I said 'no'." "Baby, you are on vacation. Let yourself go. Do something out of the ordinary." "No. I told you already, I'm a good girl." "Is what I'm asking you to do really so bad? You will never see anyone in this room ever again. Have a little fun with me." "Alright. But I am not taking my dress off," she said, jokingly admonishing me. She started to stand up, but I stopped her. "Where are you going?" I asked. "To the ladies room. I thought you wanted me to take off my panties." "I do, but you don't have to go anywhere for that." "I don't understand," she said, giving me a quizzical look. "Sit down, and take them off right here." "Are you crazy? I can't do that here." "Why not?" "Someone will see me." "Who? Look around. No one is paying attention to us. Even if they were, the lighting in here is too dim. No one can see us. Can you see what anyone else is doing beneath the table?" She looked around, finding that in her alcohol impaired condition, she really could not see what anyone else was doing in the dimly lit restaurant. "How do I do this?" she asked, giving in. "You are a real pervert, you know?" "Guilty as charged," I replied, holding my hands in the air as if confessing. "Just lift your butt slightly off your chair, reach under your dress with one hand, and pull them quickly off. The trick is to do it with as little movement as possible, I would guess. Then drop them on the floor near your ankles, and kick them over to my side of the table. I will bend down and pick them up." She quickly downed her second glass of wine, and then executed the panty extraction flawlessly. I was more than a little surprised, considering her level of inebriation, but all that alcohol was necessary to break down her defenses. I reached to the floor and picked up her tiny little panties, and then tucked them under my napkin. "Are you happy now? First you undressed me in public at the beach, and now you are undressing me in a restaurant. I am going to get arrested for indecent exposure if I continue listening to you." "Baby, you undressed yourself at the beach. And there is nothing indecent at all about exposing you. Your beautiful sexiness should be on display for the whole world." "I will display myself to you, but no one else." We'll see, I thought to myself. We finished our steaks, drained the bottle of wine, and then waited for our dessert and coffee. When the waiter brought our final course, I ordered two glasses of ice wine. "It's the perfect way to finish a meal," I explained to Sharon. Finally, I paid our bill and we left the restaurant. But instead of giving the ticket to the valet, I suggested we take a short walk. "Where are we going?" "Just a short block or two," I said. We crossed the street and walked to the front of a building with a neon sign in the window. We stopped and peered through the window. It was a tattoo shop. "Let's go in," I said. "I have been thinking of having one of my tattoos touched up a little." We went inside and looked around the shop. Sheets containing hundreds of tattoo designs covered the walls. There was a counter with an old mechanical cash register on it, and about 7 or 8 three ring binders filled with photographs of completed tattoos. We walked around the room, commenting on the unique designs and laughing at the particularly sexual symbols. Finally, someone approached and asked if we needed any help. I said yes, and explained to the young lady that I was thinking about having the ethnic cross tattoo on my left shoulder enlarged. I like the design, it just needed to be bigger. She had me take off my shirt, then looked at the design. "That would be no problem," she said. "Do you want to get it done now?" I thought for a minute, then said "sure." She introduced herself as Dolores, then said she would need a few minutes to draw up a design. I told her no problem, and that we would be right around the corner. I escorted Sharon to the door, and told her to go ahead and have a cigarette since it might be a while before she gets another chance. I lit her cigarette for her, and then we walked up the block to a liquor store. We walked in just as Sharon stamped her cigarette butt on the sidewalk. I bought a bottle of gin and some Rose's lime juice. "Just in case we need a drink," I told her. We returned to the tattoo shop, where we were escorted to Dolores' station. She was all set up and ready for us when we arrived. Dolores was a Cuban woman with kind of shaggy black hair streaked with red, about 5'5" tall, a little on the plump side, bosomy, and very pretty. She wore a short, ragged looking dress that was very low-cut in the front, thigh high stockings, and sneakers. Like most tattoo artists, her arms were covered with ink. She had more ink peeking from under the clothes in various other places, as well. Her eye make-up was kind of heavy, in a retro-70s style, and she wore blood red lipstick. I removed my shirt again, and she washed and then shaved my shoulder. She applied the drawing transfer to my skin, and asked me if that was the size I wanted. "Yes, that's perfect," I said. Once the drawing was in place, she began the process of tracing the outline. I clenched my teeth, enduring the pain and discomfort with some effort. After about 30 minutes of outlining, she stopped to take a break. "You can get up and stretch your legs," Dolores said. "Do you have any ice," I asked her. "Yes." "And some glasses?" "I'll see what I can do." She got up and then returned with three glasses filled with ice. "Do you have a shot glass?" I asked. "You should have told me that the first time I was up." She returned once again, handing me a shot glass. I quickly mixed us three gin gimlets, and then passed out the glasses. I downed my glass and returned to the chair so that Dolores could complete my tattoo. An hour later I got up, looked in the mirror, and told her it was exactly what I wanted. I showed it to Sharon, who rolled her eyes dismissively and said that it looked great. I gave her deep kiss, pulled her toward me, and felt her naked butt with my right hand. "Can I do anything else for you tonight?" Dolores asked. "Umm, yes, actually. There is one more thing that you could do. I think the lady here would like something also." "WHAT?" Sharon practically shrieked. "Something small and tasteful. To commemorate her first visit to Miami." "Are you crazy? I am not getting a tattoo. No way. Let's go," she said, making her way toward the door. "Just one second," I said to Dolores. "Baby," I said to Sharon. "I think you really want to do this. I want you to have something to remember me by. So you never forget your weekend in Miami, and my love for you." "No." "C'mon baby. Just something small and out of the way. I could tell you were interested when we walked in here. And even more when you watched me getting my mine. I'll be here with you the whole time." "No." "Just a little one?" "No, I said." "Please?" "Why do you want me to get one?" I mixed her another drink and handed it to her. She took a long gulp, nearly downing the entire drink in one swallow. "I want you to do this because I think its what you really want to do. It will commemorate our time together. It will be a secret way of declaring our affection for one another. Every time you see it, you will think of me." The alcohol and my pleading overcame her resistance. "Alright, but it has to be very small and somewhere out of sight." "How about a rosebud on the small of your back?" I asked. "Maybe. That sounds interesting." "Let's look at some designs." We went to the wall and looked at the sheets with designs, finally finding one that depicted two rosebuds facing each other, with their stems extending to the left and the right. "How about that?" I asked. "That's cool," she said. We showed Dolores the design, and I pointed to the spot on Sharon's lower back where it was to go. She told us to give her about 15 minutes and she would be ready. We walked outside and Sharon had another cigarette. Then we ducked into a small space between the buildings and shared a long, deep, passionate kiss. After a minute or so I broke it off, and told her it was time to go back inside. We reentered the shop, and were escorted to a room in the back. This room had a chair similar to a massage chair, which allowed the customer to sit comfortably while leaning forward, with the upper body fully supported. It had a lever that allowed the tattoo artist to raise or lower the height of the chair, thereby providing the optimal work angle for the artist. "We designed this room for working on lower backs and butts. Normal chair and tables used in other shops are too hard on the artist or the customer. This set up is comfortable for both. Are you ready, Sharon?" "I guess so?" she responded, meekly. "Then step over her and sit down on the chair. I am going to need for you to raise your dress to the middle of your back." Sharon pulled her dress up over her waist and then sat in the chair with her back to Dolores. I think she must have forgotten that her panties were gone, as she did not appear self-conscious at all, despite being naked from the waist down. Dolores adjusted the chair so that Sharon was leaning forward at a 45 degree angle. Her naked ass was sticking out and up. Dolores washed her lower back area, then shaved the light downy hair covering the area. She applied the drawing transfer, then asked me if the positioning was ok. I told her it was perfect. I then walked around toward Sharon's head, and told her that to relax and enjoy the experience. She looked up at me, trying to stay brave, but I could sense the fear in her eyes. Then the vibrating hum of the electric needle started. Sharon gasped quickly, then reached out with both hands to grab me. I held both of her hands as Dolores touched the needle to Sharon's delicate skin. Sharon drew a sharp breath and squeezed my hands tighter as the Dolores traced the needle over the outline of the design. I freed one hand and stroked the hair from Sharon's face as the needle continued to stab her skin. She looked up at me, with tears beginning to pool in the corners of her eyes. "I love you baby," I told her. "I love you too." "Forever?" "Yes." My heart beat louder in my chest as the woman who was but a vague memory to me a few weeks ago was now looking into my eyes and telling me the sweetest words I had ever heard. She did it despite the pain she was undergoing, at my instigation. I kissed her forehead and continued stroking the thick hair from her face. Just then I looked up and saw that there was a window on the far side of this room, and despite the curtains covering it, there was a small gap through which I noticed a pair of eyes peeking into the room. What the peeper saw was Sharon, bent over in the tattoo chair, naked from the waist down; Dolores, leaning over Sharon, the tattoo needle in one hand and her face inches from Sharon's naked butt; and me, seated by Sharon's head, caressing and calming her. After a few minutes the eyes disappeared. For the next half hour or so I stayed by Sharon, holding her hands and talking to her as she endured the pain of the needle going back and forth over the skin of her lower back. Every few minutes a pair of eyes would appear at the slit between the curtains, and then disappear moments later. I had no idea who was watching us. I kept silent so that Sharon would not be concerned over who was taking peeks at her naked ass. I was not sure if she could handle any more stress than she was already enduring. After a while I noticed that Sharon's breathing became less of a struggle, and that she was starting to moan slightly. Her breathing picked up a rhythmic cadence, with shorter, sharper intakes and longer exhalations. It was then that I noticed the very subtle aroma of arousal emanating from Sharon's exposed pussy. I realized, to my surprise, that my baby was getting turned on. Apparently, the combination of Sharon's exposure, the pain from the needle, and the proximity of Dolores' face to Sharon's naked ass was causing dear sweet Sharon to become quite turned on. (Dolores later confided that as soon as she began to smell the sweet aroma of Sharon's nectar, she began to lightly blow on Sharon's pussy, which glistened with moisture almost immediately). I held her tightly, then leaned over and kissed her forehead. Just then the low moan became a long unsuppressed groan. Sharon's fingers dug into my forearms, her body stiffened, and she let out wail as she climaxed on the chair. Old Flame, New Game Ch. 03 "At least one of us is enjoying this," Dolores chuckled. "Why didn't you do that to me?" I joked. "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to me," Sharon said, her face completely flushed. "And you," she said, looking at me, "shut up." "Don't worry sweetie, that happens in here at least once a week. Your body releases a flood of endorphin to counteract the pain, which in some cases can cause a person to orgasm," said Dolores. "I'm done with the outline, we can take a short break now." I mixed us each another drink, and then handed one to each of the girls. Sharon drank hers quickly, then resumed her position in the chair. I walked around the shop for a minute, and noticed that everyone else had left and that the door was now locked. I mentioned that to Dolores. "We close at 12. We will stay open later if we have business, but the two of you must have been the only customers, or everyone else just had somewhere else to be. Are you scared?" Sharon and I both laughed, and then Dolores resumed her work. The outlining was done, and she started the coloring process. This part is not nearly so painful, and depending upon the design, can take much longer or be done much more quickly. "We should be done in about 30 minutes," she said, as if reading my mind. Halfway through the coloring process Sharon's breathing became shorter again. I kissed her and stroked her, as this time she let the wave of orgasm ride over her. "Oh..oh..oh. I'm...... cumming....... again. Mmmmmmmm. Oh. Oh.... yes..... oh... oh, Ummmmmmmm ...... yes." "I love you baby," I told her. "Mmmmmmmm ..... .oh..... I ........ love you too ...... oh ... oh. Ahhhhhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhhhhh." She then collapsed against the front bolster of the chair. I kissed her deeply, as if I were trying to taste her love from inside her mouth. Dolores resumed the coloring process, and fifteen minutes later announced that she was done. I went around back to inspect. The work was done very well. But it was still missing something. I handed Dolores a note, and whispered into her ear. She then told Sharon it would be just a few more minutes, while changing to the outline needle. "What's she doing?" Sharon asked. "I told her to add some thorns to the stems of your roses," I told her. About 10 minutes later Dolores told me to come and take a look. I nodded my approval, and then she handed Sharon a mirror, showed her how to position it with the overhead mirror, and let Sharon take a look at her tattoo. Sharon groggily approved, then collapsed on the chair. Dolores finished cleaning up Sharon's lower back and putting away her supplies, and then dressed the tattoo with a sterile solution. She taped clear plastic wrap over it, and then sat back down in her chair. Dolores stared for a moment at Sharon's exposed, very wet pussy, and lightly blew on it. Sharon, already exhausted from the evening, did not immediately respond. Dolores then moved her facer closer to Sharon's pussy, extended her tongue, and gently licked the honey seeping from between her lips. Sharon let out a soft mmmmmmmmm sound, and relaxed even more. Dolores interpreted that as a sign of approval, and started licking her in a very teasing manner, just barely letting the tip of her tongue touch Sharon everywhere that she was wet. Sharon arched her back and rolled her hips, providing Dolores with better access to her rapidly moistening slit. Dolores put her hands on Sharon's butt cheeks, spread them open, and began licking Sharon up and down. Sharon responded by spreading her thighs, providing even more access to Dolores' insistent tongue. "Oh my god, that is so good. Don't stop, please don't stop," Sharon pleaded. "She's better than you are," she said, looking up at me. By now my cock was fully erect. The sight of Sharon's naked ass and pussy being licked by Dolores was more than I could take. I unzipped my pants, took out my cock, and pushed it into Sharon's face. Sharon instinctively knew what I needed, and started sucking me immediately. I held on to the sides of her head, my hands tangled in her mass of hair, and fucked her face while Dolores licked her to one orgasm after another. I knew that due to all of the alcohol I had consumed that I was not going to cum any time soon, so I let Sharon continue sucking me as she rode wave after wave of orgasmic bliss from Dolores. Sharon licked my cock, licked my balls, and gave the head a long, wet tongue bath. She licked and licked and sucked, trying desperately to suck some cum from my balls. But she was repeatedly interrupted as her orgasms came one after anothe; every 3 or 4 minutes she had to stop sucking my cock so that she could breath while she was cumming. Each orgasm seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, each lasting a little longer than the last. Finally, she built up to the big explosion, humping her hips up and down on the chair. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, ohh ... ohhhhhhhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhhhh .. mmmmm that's it ...eat me, eat me ....lick me..please...yess...yesss....yess. Oh oh oh oh oh .. yes ...... oh, that's so good ... yesssssssss .... yessssssss ...ummm ... uhmmmm ... ummmm ... yes. Yes ... yess...yes .... YESSSSSSSSSSS ... ohhhhhhhh. Oohhhhhh .... no no don't stop ... yes ......... mmmmmmm. Dolores got up while Sharon caught her breath. I walked around to the other side, put my cock against Sharon's slippery pussy, and pushed. I entered her with one long stroke. I was already fully primed, so I starting pounding away at her pussy. Fucking her with long deep hard strokes. "Uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn," was the only sound coming from Sharon. "Take it baby, take my dick. Fuck me lover, fuck my cock. Get it all baby, make me cum. Fuck me with that tight pussy, fuck me baby." "Uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn." "That's it, take it all baby. Take all of my cock. Give me that pussy, that sweet sweet pussy. Oh baby, that feels so good. Oh baby you fuck so good. Take it baby. Take it." "Uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn ... uhn. Mmm ....mmm..." Upon hearing the change in tone, I looked up and saw that Dolores was now naked, and had positioned her pussy in Sharon's face. Much to my surprise, Sharon was licking Dolores, tasting pussy for the first time. "That's it baby, lick that pussy," I said. This evening was exceeding my expectations. Sharon had fantasized about licking pussy, but admitted that she probably would not be able to do it if given a chance. We were both finding out that she was capable of much more than she expected. "Taste the pussy. Make her cum baby, make her cum. Make her cum before I fill you with my cum. Lick it baby, lick it up" "Yes, sweetie, lick my pussy," Dolores added. "You taste so sweet, now taste me. Lick me, sweetie, make me cum. Ride his dick and make me cum. This is your night, sweetie, make me cum." "Mmm .... mmm ... mmm ... uhn .... mmmm," Sharon moaned. "Oh, I'm cumming!" Dolores screamed. "She's making me cum .... oh... yes ... that's it ... don't stop .... lick it ... lick it ... oh ... oh ... ah ah ah .... yess ... oh yes ..... oh yess ... so good. That was so gooooood. " "Yes, baby, yes, you made her cum," I gasped, between thrusts. "I am so proud of you, so proud of you. Mmmm ... you are so sexy, my sexy lover." "Cum for me baby, fill me with your cum," Sharon implored. "Give it to me, give me all of your cum. Fuck me Alex, fuck me Alex, fuckmee ...... fuckkkkkkk ... mmeeeeee...." "Oh yes, baby, here it cums baby, baby, Sharon, here it cums, yes, here it cums ... so close, so close, just another second ... get ready, where do you want it baby, where do you want it?" "Cum in my pussy. Cum in my pussy. Fill my pussy, I want your cum in my pussy baby, give it to me ... cum .... yess .... yess .... ohhhhhh .. ohhhh ... ohhhhh ... yesss ... yess ... yessss ... oh yess ....... cumming, I'm cumminig ..... I'mm cummmmminnngggg." I felt like my balls were exploding as I pumped jet after jet of hot sticky cum into her pussy. I briefly glanced Dolores off to the side, masturbating to another orgasm as I shot my load into Sharon. Blast after blast pumped from my balls, through the shaft, and exploding into her drenched pussy. I kept pumping, even as the blasts trickeld to nothing. I wanted to fill her with all of my cum as though it represented all the love I felt for her at that moment. When I was done I rolled off her and sat in the chair. Sharon fell asleep with cum running out of her pussy and dripping onto the floor. We rested for several minutes before we got up, got dressed, and got ready to go. I paid Dolores, and then the two of us walked to the restaurant. I retrieved my car from the valet, and drove us back to the hotel. On the drive back to the hotel Sharon asked me what was in the note I handed to Dolores. I did not realize that she saw me do that, but before I could start to explain, Sharon asked if I paid Dolores to have sex with her. "No," I answered. "I told Dolores that I wanted to add some thorns to the stems of your roses. But the thorns only appear to be thorns. Actually, they are letters. Very small letters making very small words that can only be seen from very very close. Someone would have to be within 3 inches of your butt to read them." "What do they say?" "One stem says '30 year reunion,' and the other says 'August 2009.' I wanted to give you something so that you will never forget me." "How will I explain that to my husband." "Just tell him that you got drunk, ended up at a tattoo shop, and had an experience you will never forget." Old Flame, New Game Ch. 04 I want to give special thanks to AlabasterThighs for her assistance in transforming the rough draft into a finished story. Her insights and eye for detail are an invaluable asset in my creative process. Old Flame, New Game Ch. 05 I want to give special thanks to AlabasterThighs for her assistance in transforming the rough draft into a finished story. Her insights and eye for detail are an invaluable asset in my creative process. Old Flame, New Game Ch. 05 As we headed toward the bar, the other couple asked us to meet them in the back room. I looked at Sharon, but before I could explain to her what they meant, she nodded her head in agreement. The other couple left, while I got Sharon another drink. "Drink up. They don't allow food or drink in the back room," I told her. "You didn't get one for yourself?" she asked. "No. I'm good." You need it more than I do, sweetie, I thought. Sharon quickly downed her drink. I led her to the locker room, where I stopped to exchange my membership card for a locker key and two towels. Sharon stopped in her tracks as she saw both men and women changing and showering in the same room. We walked past two rows of lockers before I located the locker that matched the number on the key. "Alright, baby. Show time," I told her. "Why do I have to change my clothes?" she asked. "So they don't get in the way." I quickly undressed and then wrapped a towel around my waist. I helped Sharon out of her clothes, and then handed her a towel. I took her hand and led her to the exit, which opened into a small lobby with several couches and televisions playing porno movies. I led her to a wall with several doors. The first two doors were locked. The third door I checked opened, but the couples inside were not our friends from the dance floor. The fourth door was the correct one. Inside the room there was a platform with two mattresses on top of it. The husband was laying on his back, and the wife was leaning over him, with his cock in her mouth. I closed the door and locked it. "Well hello," the husband said, looking up. "We weren't sure if you were going to join us, so we got started without you. I'm Dennis, by the way, and this is my wife, Diana." "Hello," I said. "I'm Jose, and this is Sharon." "Hi," Sharon said. "Sharon, how lovely," Diana said, standing up and walking toward us. She gave Sharon a tight hug and kissed her first on the neck and then on the mouth. Before Sharon could react, Diana had her hands under Sharon's towel and was grabbing a handful of ass cheek in each hand. "And hello, Jose," she added. "Do you mind if I taste your sexy wife? I promise not to damage her." "Go ahead, she's delicious." "I'm sure she is." Diana took Sharon's hand and led her to the bed. She pulled Sharon's towel off and threw it to the floor where it joined the pile made by their towels. Diana eased Sharon onto her back, kissing her as she descended to the mattress. Diana paused for a second to kiss Sharon's nipples, and then quickly spread her legs, buried her face in Sharon's crotch, and started licking her slit. In that position, Diana's ass was pointed straight up in the air, her crotch was wide open, and her glistening pussy and asshole were directly in front of me. My cock was fully erect. I discarded my towel and sat on the edge of the mattress near Diana's feet. Dennis stood up and moved to the other end of the mattress, where he kneeled just inches from Sharon's head. From his position he could caress the back of Diana's head and play with Sharon's breasts. His cock was also fully erect and tantalizingly close to Sharon's face. Sharon responded immediately to Diana's tongue. At first she just fidgeted, but within a minute or two the first moans escaped from her lips. All at once she arched her back, clenched her thighs together, and pushed Diana's face deeper into her crotch. "Uuuuhhhhnnnnnn!" Sharon groaned as she attained her first orgasm. "Sounds like you found her spot, baby," Dennis said, while reaching for Sharon's breast and gently pinching the nipple. "Don't stop now. Give her another one." Dennis continued playing with Sharon's nipple while Diana continued licking her pussy. I moved myself closer to the action, and placed my hand on Diana's thigh. I caressed her soft skin for a minute or so, and then let it roam toward her ass. I squeezed her butt cheeks a few times, and was just about to explore her ass crack when Sharon started to moan again. "Mmmmmmmmm! She's making me cum again! Her tongue feels so good. Lick me! Lick me! I'm cumminnnggggg!" Diana spun her body around so that her crotch was now straddling Sharon's head while her face remained buried between Sharon's thighs. "Now its my turn to cum," Diana said, lifting her face momentarily as she lowered her pussy to Sharon's face. Sharon spread Diana's cheeks and started licking. The women were in a classic sixty-nine position, licking hungrily at each other's crotch. Dennis and I were on opposite sides of the women, watching intently. I resumed stroking my cock and caressing Diana's ass. Dennis caressed Sharon's thigh and ran his fingers through Diana's hair while he played with his own equipment. After several minutes Diana arched her back, lifted her head, and started moaning. "Mmmmmmmm. Lick it sweetie, lick my pussy. Lick it, I'm going to cum. Lick me. Lick me. Lick me. Mmmmmmmmm." Diana's orgasm dissipated, and she returned her attention to licking Sharon's crotch. I continued stroking my cock, applying just enough pressure to keep it erect but not so much that I would get close to cumming. My other hand found Diana's crotch. With one finger I gently probed her asshole, tickling her rosebud with just the tip of my index finger. I applied no pressure; I merely traced the circumference with the lightest possible touch. She did not resist, so I applied a little more pressure. I pushed just enough to feel the ring of muscles begin to open, but I did not enter. I licked my finger tip and resumed the gentle probing of Diana's asshole. Suddenly, Diana cried out and started to cum again. "Mmmmmm! Yes! Don't stop!" A second later, Sharon's muffled moans could be heard emanating from beneath Diana's crotch. From the sounds it was apparent that both girls were cumming at the same time. I looked up and saw that Dennis was rubbing the head of his cock in Sharon's hair while she was thrashing beneath Diana. Neither girl let up. Each continued to lick the other's pussy while cumming and making the other cum in tandem. After two solid minutes of licking, thrashing, moaning and grunting, Diana rolled off Sharon and collapsed on the mattress. I quickly moved between Sharon's legs, put her ankles on my shoulders, and entered her soaked pussy in one quick thrust. "Uhnnnnnn! Fuck me baby! Fuck me!" Sharon screamed at me. I thrust into her, enjoying the feeling of her slick juicy pussy attempting to grasp my rigid cock. I pounded her over and over, smashing my body against hers, driving her into the mattress with each thrust. I glanced to my right and saw Dennis and Diana laying side-by-side, with one of Diana's legs in the air and Dennis pumping her from behind. The two of them were watching us intently, so I decided to put on a show. I hooked my arms under Sharon's thighs, leaned forward, and began pounding her with violent thrusts. The sound of our bodies smashing together rippled throughout the room. After about five minutes of violent fucking, I pulled out of her completely and rubbed the head of my cock all over her clit. I did this for a few seconds, and then flipped Sharon over so that she was on her hands and knees. I kneeled behind her and entered her doggy style. I fucked Sharon slowly at first, and then gradually increased my speed. I looked over at Dennis and Diana again, and found them still watching us and fucking at a moderate pace. I wet one finger and then eased it into Sharon's asshole. She emitted a deep, sexy moan, and then thrust her ass back at me. I fucked her pussy with my cock while I eased one finger in and out of her ass. Her moans increased, causing me to increase the speed of my thrusts. I removed my finger, grabbed her hips, and fucked her with increasingly forceful thrusts. Just as I was about to cum, I pulled out and slapped her ass. "Fuck me!" she screamed. I looked over and saw that Diana had rolled over so that her face and chest were now pressed against the mattress, but her hips were still twisted almost perpendicular to the mattress. Dennis was straddling her, and fucking her with much more speed. Diana's eyes were closed, and her teeth were clenched, but Dennis' gaze was fixed on Sharon. I moved around to the other side of Sharon and shoved my dick in her face. "Suck it baby. Suck my cock." She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. I grabbed her hair and thrust my cock into her mouth. Holding a handful of hair in each fist, I thrust my cock to the back of her throat. Holding her hair, I fucked her face almost as roughly as I had pounded her pussy a few minutes earlier. "Suck it baby. Suck my cock. Suck the cum out of my balls. Suck my cock. Suck it. Suck it." I face fucked her for several more minutes until I was ready to cum. I let go of her hair, removed my cock from her mouth, and then went back to her pussy. I spread her ass cheeks and placed the tip of my cock against her soaked pussy hole. Grabbing her hips, I thrust into her hard enough to knock her forward a few inches. I pounded her pussy, in and out, deeper and deeper. "I'm gonna cum baby. I'm gonna cum. Get ready Sharon. Get ready." "Fuck me. Fuck me. I'm cumming too. Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder. Harder. Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder. Uhn!" I looked up and saw that Dennis was kneeling in front of Sharon, and had shoved his dick in her mouth. I continued fucking her pussy from behind while Dennis fucked her face. "Suck his dick, baby. Suck his dick. Make him cum. How's that dick taste? Does it taste like pussy? Suck it baby. Suck it!" I couldn't take any more. I thrust one more time, and then felt my balls explode. I shot my cum deep into Sharon's cunt, and then collapsed on the mattress. Dennis continued fucking her face for several seconds, and then shot his load down Sharon's throat. The load was so deep in her mouth that Sharon did not even try to spit it out. Dennis and Sharon collapsed on the mattress at the same time. I looked over at Diana, and saw that she was busy fingering her pussy and pinching her nipples. Diana saw me looking at her, and then crawled over between Dennis and Sharon. She kissed Dennis, kissed Sharon, and then kissed Dennis again. I found a towel, stood up, and walked toward the door. "I'll be right back," I said. Closing the door behind me, but making sure that the door was not locked, I left the play room and walked toward the locker room so I could take a long overdue piss. After finishing my business in the locker room, I decided to get myself some ice water before returning to the play room. Wrapped in only a towel, I walked to the bar and asked the bartender for a glass of water. I quickly downed the cold water, and then asked him for a cocktail. I stood by the bar sipping my drink while watching the dancers gyrate, teasing and groping each other on the dance floor. I started to feel a little self-conscious standing in only a towel, so I gulped my drink down. As I finished my drink I took note of the other members who were similarly undressed. I counted four other men and one woman milling through the crowd in white towels. Opening the door to the play room, I was surprised to find that the party continued in my absence. Sharon was on her hands and knees again, and this time Dennis was pounding her pussy from behind. Another guy that I did not know was kneeling in front of her, feeding her his dick. A third guy was laying on his back, and Diana was riding his dick in the reverse cowgirl position. I closed the door and locked it before any other strangers could wander in and join our party. Sharon did not notice my entry, but Diana looked up when she heard the door close. She motioned for me to join her. "Give me that cock, sweetie," she panted, without breaking rhythm. I walked over and stood in front of her. She reached for my soft cock and swallowed it whole. Within seconds I felt it start to swell and stiffen in her mouth. Her lips felt wonderful, and in less than a minute I was fully erect again. Diana clutched my ass cheeks with both hands and used me as a support so that she could resume rocking her pussy on the hard cock beneath her. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and fed my hard dick to her hungry mouth. I looked over at Sharon and saw that she was enjoying the two cocks pounding her senseless. Her eyes were closed, but she was rocking her hips to meet Dennis' thrusts with equal force. The young stud fucking her face was straining to keep from cumming, but I could see that he was close to losing that battle. His legs started shaking, and then his hips thrust forward involuntarily. "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Uhnnnnnnnnnnn!" he shouted. His eruption must have caught Sharon by surprise. She coughed several times and then spit on the mattress, but the stud's dick was too deep in her throat, and she ended up swallowing most of his load. The girl who said she didn't swallow now had two loads of cum slide down her throat. "I still want to tap that pussy," the stud said, before he collapsed on the mattress. "I'm next." Dennis withdrew and turned Sharon over, so that she was on her back. He grabbed her ankles, spread her legs as wide as possible, and resumed fucking her. Sharon pinched and twisted her nipples while Dennis thrust into her over and over. Suddenly, the guy beneath Diana grabbed her hips and began thrusting upward. "Fuck me slut, fuck me!" he yelled at her. "I'm about to cum. Fuck me you whore. Fuck me. Ride my cock!" I was nowhere close to cumming yet, but at that moment Diana slipped her finger into my asshole and I suddenly got much closer to reaching my climax. "Mmmmm baby," I said to her. "That feels so good." Diana continued sucking my cock and probing my asshole at the same time. She stopped rocking her hips, however, which frustrated the guy underneath her. After another minute or two of sucking me, she removed her finger from my ass and released my cock from her mouth. "I want you in my ass," she said. I backed up a step, and Diana spun herself around so that she was now facing the bottom guy and riding his cock in the forward cowgirl position. She leaned forward and kissed him, which caused her ass to rise up and spread open for me. I knelt behind her and spit on her asshole. I probed her ass with my finger for a second, and then placed the tip of my cock against her rosebud. I pushed forward until the head popped through her sphincter, and then started working it the rest of the way inside her. It took about seven or eight pushes before I was fully inside her asshole. "Uhnnnnnnnn! That feels so good! I feel so full. So full of dick!" I started pumping her, working slowly so that she did not squeeze me out of her ass. The guy on the bottom could not really move, so he just laid there and moaned. "Baby!" Diana called to Dennis. "I have a cock in my pussy and a cock in my ass! I'm such a whore! Uhnnnnnnnnn!" Dennis paid no attention to Diana. He continued pounding in and out of Sharon, who was moaning like a banshee beneath him. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Sharon screamed. "Fuck me with that big cock. Fuck my tight pussy! Rip me in two!" Dennis pounded her harder and harder. A minute later he grunted and then shot his load deep into Sharon's cunt. "Yes! That's it! Fill me with cum!" Sharon shouted. Dennis collapsed on top of Sharon as I turned my attention back to Diana's ass. I increased the speed of my thrusts. I could feel my cock gliding through her asshole, and at the same time, the rigidity of the dick pushing from inside her pussy. The younger guy beneath her couldn't hold out any longer, and started cumming inside her. "Fill me! Fill my pussy with cum! Fill my ass! Fill me with cum!" Diana shouted at both of us. The bottom guy relaxed, and Diana turned her full attention to me. "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! I want your cum! Fuck me, ass fucker! Fill me! Your cock feels so good in my ass!" I knew I couldn't take much more. It was a little weird to me, fucking this woman's ass with another guy underneath her, but I was able to block that distraction from my mind rather easily. I grabbed her cheeks and thrust with all my power, pounding her ass with long deep strokes. "That's it! Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass, ass fucker! Fuck my ass! Oh, baby, he's pounding my ass! I can't stop cumming, he's fucking my ass!" I felt the cum rise. I didn't try to prolong the pleasure, I was ready to explode. I thrust into her as the cum shot out of my cock, a wave of pleasure that started at my toes and exploded in my brain and crotch at the same time. I pumped jet after jet of cum into her asshole. When I was done cumming, I rolled off Diana and collapsed on my back. I laid there for several minutes, trying to catch my breath. After about five minutes I sat up and looked around the room. Diana was on her back, and Dennis was between her thighs, licking her pussy. Sharon was on her hands and knees again, alternately sucking the two young studs, trying to raise an erection from either of them. The stud who had previously cum in her mouth was the first to stiffen, and he was quick to mount her from behind and begin fucking her. I stroked my cock and watched the young stud fuck Sharon while Dennis brought Diana to another climax with his tongue. The other stud was unable to get a second erection, but continued feeding his cock to Sharon while the first stud fucked her. The young stud lasted about fifteen minutes before he shot his load into her well-used pussy. Sharon got up and went around the room, kissing all of the guys and feeling their cocks. She wanted to continue fucking, but could not find a dick hard enough to do the job. She sat on the mattress next to Diana, and gave her a long wet kiss. Sharon whispered something to Diana that I could not hear, and then squatted over her face. She lowered her crotch to Diana's face and rode her for a few minutes as Diana licked her sloppy pussy. Eventually, I helped Sharon to her feet and handed her a towel. She wrapped the towel around her waist and followed me to the door. We left the room and headed toward the locker room, both of us walking hand in hand with towels wrapped around our waists. I led Sharon to the shower room, which consisted of a line of seven shower heads sprouting from one wall, with a shelf containing stacks of towels on the opposite wall. A large canvass bin with wet towels was placed just outside the shower room. We turned the corner and entered the shower room, only to find it already occupied. A young white couple, who appeared to be in their mid twenties, was sharing the room with two older black men. One was tall and very athletic looking. The other was shorter and slightly pudgy. The wife, a chubby blonde with big boobs, a big ass and a soft belly, was standing under a shower head while the two black men were soaping her body. The blonde was stroking a black cock with each of her soapy hands, while her husband stood under another shower head soaping his own dick and watching his wife. Sharon dropped her towel on the floor and kicked it in the direction of the towel bin. She walked past the four people already occupying the shower room, and headed for the far corner. I followed a step or two behind her. The two black men looked at Sharon and whistled as she walked past. One of them disengaged from the blonde and approached her, stroking his soapy dick as he walked in her direction. Sharon surprised everyone, however, by making a u-turn and walking in the direction of the blonde's husband. She knelt on the floor, with her back to the shower wall, and took the husband's cock in her mouth. The shower spray deflected off his chest and cascaded onto her face as she sucked his cock. "Do you want to watch your wife get the fucking of her life?" she asked, looking up at him. "Or do you want to give me the fucking of my life? It's your choice." Old Flame, New Game Ch. 05 The husband looked over at his wife, who was now bent over at the waist with one black cock in her pussy and the other in her mouth. Her wide ass and soft belly jiggled with every thrust, and her heavy tits were smacking together in conjunction with the pounding she was taking from behind. "I want to fuck you and watch her," he said. "That's not one of your options. Make your choice. Now." Sharon stood up and walked toward the lockers. The husband looked at his wife one last time, and then followed Sharon to the locker room benches. I followed behind, just in time to see her bend over a bench and stick her ass in the air. The husband slapped her ass and then entered her with one smooth stroke. "Fuck me. Fuck me good. Give me the fucking of my life." I stood in front of Sharon while she bent over the bench and got fucked from behind. She took my dick in her mouth, but I was spent. She sucked me for about four or five minutes, but when I could not raise more than a semi hard cock, Sharon pushed me away and concentrated on the dick in her pussy. "Fuck me harder, big boy. Fuck my pussy. Come on, give me all you've got. Give it to me. Fuck me. Fuck me." The young husband increased his pace and fucked her harder. The smacking sounds of his flesh crashing into hers echoed throughout the locker room. People walking by stopped to watch for a few seconds, and then walked past. "Come on, mother fucker. Fuck me harder. Your wife is getting all the dick she can handle. Give me all the dick I can handle! Fuck me! Fuck me! Make me cum! If you can't make me cum, I'll find someone who can!" Sharon must have hit a raw nerve. The husband started banging her with additional violence. He slapped her ass after every seven or eight strokes. Her pale flesh was becoming beet red. He pounded his cock in and out of her cunt, fucking her harder and faster with each thrust. The two of them were grunting together, almost in harmony. "Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Fuck me! Uhn! Fuck me! Uhn! Ahhhhhhhhh mmmmmm!" The husband exploded inside of Sharon. He then stood Sharon up, spun her around, and kissed her on her mouth. "Thank you," he panted. "That was great. Best fuck. Ever." "Go find your wife," Sharon responded. "Tell her about it. And give her a kiss from me." Old Flame, New Passion She had just stepped out from the shower. She roughly towel dried her hair before proceeding to wipe the moisture from the rest of her glistening body. She let the towel fall in a heap at her feet. With the back of her hand she wiped the fog from the mirror. Gazing into her melancholy green eyes she forced a smile. It sat on her soft lips unnaturally. Sighing she pulled her t-shirt on. The phone startled her. Looking at the caller ID she couldn't help but feel a burst of joy, yet she still answered it with dread. Taking a deep breath to still her heartbeat she picked it up. "Hello?" "Hey sexy! What ya up to?" His voice hadn't changed, It still awoke an electrical current in her body. "Not much, just getting out of the shower." He laughed softly. "I had a dream about you." She couldn't help but feel excitement at those words. She had so many dreams about him. But all that had come crashing down when she couldn't live in the moment anymore, when she had begun reading things into every word he said, everything he did. It had come crashing down around her when she had begun choreographing her every move out of fear of the finale that had finally come a few months before. "You still there?" She smiled bitterly into the receiver. "I'm still here. It was a good dream I hope." "A very good dream. I woke up with a hard-on." She listened to him describe the dream, a smile creeping onto her lips. Her fingers played over the sheer fabric of her panties. She couldn't wait a moment longer. "I got to go." She whispered trying to keep her breath steady. "I'll give ya a call later then?" She picked up on the disappointment in his voice. "Sure. Bye." Setting the phone down she made her way to the bedroom. She finished the beer she had begun before her shower then pulled the t-shirt off. Slipping her finger into her damp cunt she thumbed her clit, moaning softly, imagining his body on top of hers, driving into her. She brought her other hand to her nipple, gently tugging and squeezing the sensitive skin. Breathing more rapidly she reached down to find something to fuck herself with. Her hand found the empty bottle and smiling she placed the narrow end against her opening. Slowly she began easing it into her before pulling it out once more. Each time she plunged it in a little deeper, working herself toward climax. She heard a soft knock on the door. Ignoring it she began to move the bottle a little quicker. Moaning and panting she closed her eyes as the orgasm washed over her. Her hand relaxed and fell limply on top the bottle. "That was beautiful." Her eyes flew open. He was standing in the bedroom doorway gazing intently at her.. "How did you get in?" she stammered. He held up the key. She had forgotten that he had one. Smiling he kicked off his shoes before removing his sweatshirt. Kneeling between her legs he removed the bottle. He replaced it with his tongue. Gently his tongue traced circles around her navel before proceeding to the prize. He scraped his teeth over her sensitive clit. Using his hand to spread her wide, he forced his tongue into her, savoring the taste. She began bucking against him, grinding her pussy against his face. He withdrew his tongue and began describing slow circles with it around her anus. She grew still, but did not push him away. Growing bolder he moistened her tight asshole with his tongue, then gentle pushed his finger into it. She moaned. He began licking and nibbling her clit again while slowly fucking her ass with his finger. Her breathing became more rapid. Frantically she pushed up against him, her cries growing more urgent. Moving his face upwards he took a nipple in his mouth, biting it gently, then with more force. "Not yet sweetheart." He whispered. He sat up and began taking off his jeans. Her wide eyes looked up at him. "Fuck me in the ass. I want to feel your cock in my ass now." she moaned. Smiling he bent down and kissed her. She licked her own juices from his lips, delighting in the taste of herself. He lay out on top of her, letting his cock rub softy against her. "Are you sure?" She nodded as she reached between them to take his shaft in her hands. She began rubbing it against her dripping cunt, letting the head almost enter her. before sliding it away. He kissed her deeply once more, letting his tongue explore her hot little mouth before pulling away. Kneeling he pulled her hips onto his lap. He gently probed her pussy with his finger, using her own juices to lubricate her virgin asshole. Sliding his finger in to loosen her up, he gazed down into her trusting eyes. He pressed the head of his cock against her tight entrance. Ever so slowly he eased the head into her asshole. She started and gasped. "Am I hurting you?" He asked with concern. "No" she stammered. He probed a little deeper. She gasped again. "It hurts a little, but don't stop!" She admitted. "Don't worry, I won't sweetheart." He began sliding in and out, going a little deeper each time. He watched the play of emotions across her face, as they went from apprehension and fear to rapture. He began moving a little faster, but still not giving her his full length. Her fingernails raked through the hair on his chest, scratching him. He felt his own excitement building up. He wanted to plunge his full cock into her asshole Withdrawing, he ignored her little noise of protest. He rolled her onto her stomache, then pulled her onto hands and knees. He pushed his cock into her anus, being careful not to go too deep. She began moving slowly against him, testing the feelings that were washing over her. Experimenting, she tightened her ass muscles around his shaft, delighting in the groan that escaped his lips and the pleasure that coursed through her. "You are so sexy" he said through clenched teeth. She began backing up against him. "Fuck me," She moaned "Fuck me damnit." He slapped her ass. She jumped in surprise, driving the full length of his cock into her ripe behind. "Oh god yes" he said. "Fuck me" she whimpered. Obligingly he began sliding his rigid cock into her deeply, before slowly withdrawing again. She began thrusting against him, taking all of him each time. Grabbing her hips, he began driving into her ass, his balls slapping against her dripping cunt. All concern for her melted in his passion. She screamed and moaned loudly, reaching with one hand to rub her clit. "Fill my ass with your cum!. I want it!" She yelled. He drove into her one final time. Her orgasm exploded over her as she felt his thick cock pulsate in her ass. Moaning he collapsed on top of her. They lay there a moment catching their breath be fore he rolled onto his side. She turned to face him. He kissed her gently. "You ok?" She nodded and then laid her head against his chest. "Yeah, I am. " She smiled as she realized it was true. No matter what happened tomorrow, she was fine. She was back in the now. She was herself again. He pressed his lips against the top of her head. She smiled and let herself float in the moment a little longer. Old Flames One of her greatest regrets was that she'd never kissed him. Everyone has regrets about chances lost and paths unraveled, and this was hers. She dreamed of him occasionally, and always woke up with a profound sense of loss, missing the might-have-been that those dreams represented. After such dreams, she always had an almost irresistible urge to call him. But she never did. In fact, she hadn't seen him for years. Which was why she was surprised to see him at the party. She wasn't sure it was him at first; she caught glimpses of his face often, only to turn back and see that it wasn't his face after all, but the face of a stranger. This time, however, it was definitely him. She heard someone call his name over the pounding drive of the music. She hung back in the crowd, shy, unsure of whether or not to approach him. She was certain he would remember her, but less than certain that he would want to see her. She had almost caused him to lose his job, after all. She sipped her beer, me datively, considering. "Great party, huh?" came a voice at her ear. She turned to the grinning face of her best friend. "Why is he here?" she asked, gesturing with her beer bottle. "Who?" her friend asked, scanning the crowd. "Oh. You mean him. I invited him. I mean, I didn't really want to, but I figured I might as well, since we are old friends and he just came back to town for grad school. To tell the truth, I'm surprised he's here. Parties aren't usually his thing." "Well, parties like this aren't usually your thing, either," she reminded her friend with a wry smile. Her friend made a face. "Yeah, well, my roommate invited most of these people. And picked this shitty music. Excuse me while I do something to remedy that." She laughed as her friend stormed off to the CD player. Her eyes strayed unconsciously to his figure, standing on the other side of the room, back to the wall. He held a beer, but it didn't look as if he'd taken more than a couple tiny sips. He looked miserable. She downed her beer in one gulp, still considering whether or not to approach him. A few minutes later, she had finished off another beer to steel herself, and started across the room. He didn't notice her until she was practically standing right next to him. He looked up at her, blinking as if he had just woken from a deep sleep. "You?" "Yeah. Me." There was an awkward pause, punctuated by a sudden silence as her friend switched the music around. She opened her mouth to speak just as the driving beat of a Stones album drowned out her words. "What?" he said, leaning closer to her to hear. She swallowed hard at his sudden proximity, but repeated, "It's been awhile." He nodded. His eyes were fixed on his beer bottle. "So..." she continued awkwardly, grasping at straws. "How have you been? I heard you came back for grad school." "Yeah." "What are you studying?" "Computers." She was put off by his monosyllabic answers, and saddened by his apparent lack of interest. She sighed. "I'm sorry I bothered you, I guess I'll just..." She stopped short as he put his hand on her shoulder and made eye contact for the first time. The contact and the intensity of his blue-eyed gaze made her shiver a little. "Wait. I'm sorry. I... Well, I'm not so good with parties." "Why did you come?" she asked. He looked away. "To tell you the truth, I'm not sure. I thought it was to see her, but now I'm not sure." "Her...?" she asked, then followed his gaze to her best friend, now arguing good-naturedly with her roommate about the relative superiority of the Rolling Stones over Jennifer Lopez. "Oh." "When she invited me, I thought..." He shook his head. "I don't know what I thought." "That...maybe she liked you?" she asked. The words were hard to say. "I guess. She doesn't, does she?" She hesitated. She hated to hurt him, but she was secretly glad of the truth. "No. I'm sorry. She's...she's seeing someone else." "Oh." His hand tightened a little on the bottle. "Well...I'm glad." She couldn't help it. She snorted. "No, you aren't." He looked back up at her, a spark of anger in his eyes. "I want her to be happy! What do you know about it?" "Quite a lot, actually," she said quietly. They were silent for a bit, watching the party continue around them. Finally, she said, "If you're not going to finish your beer, can I have it?" "What?" He looked down at his hand. "Oh. This, yeah." He handed it to her. "Go ahead. I hate beer." She took it and lifted it to her lips to take a long draught. "So do I." He laughed softly. "Then why the hell are you drinking it?" "Because I want to get drunk," she said shortly. "That's stupid." "It was the only way I could get up the courage to talk to you, asshole," she snapped. He looked at her, startled. "I....oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." She sighed. "It doesn't matter. It was stupid of me. I'll just go home." "No!" he said, with surprising violence. She looked at him oddly. "Why?" "Because...it must have been important. What you wanted to tell me." She smiled sadly. "It was. But it isn't now." "What do you mean?" She looked across the room at her dancing friend. "Because...because you still..." Her hand tightened around the neck of the empty bottle. She set it on the seat of the chair next to her and turned to face him directly. "I needed to keep a promise to myself." "What? What kind of...?" "Just shut up so I can get this over with," she said fiercely, and leaned forward before she could change her mind. She threw her arms behind his head and bent it down a little so she could reach, and kissed him on the lips as hard as she could. She felt his muscles tense as she forced her lips against his. He seemed unsure whether he wanted to embrace her with his arms or use them to push her away, and ended up with them awkwardly on her shoulders, digging his fingers into her upper arms as if he were holding on for dear life. She pulled away after a moment and looked away, reddening. "The hell...?" he gasped. "I promised myself," she said quietly. "I promised that after I graduated high school, I would do that. I would find you and I would say, 'I've graduated. Now I am a woman, and I can do this.' And I would kiss you. And then I would go away to college and I would find someone else and forget about you. But I ended up not doing any of those things. And I've regretted it." He stared at her with dawning comprehension on his face. "You mean...you still...?" She rolled her eyes. "No wonder you've never had any luck with women." She saw the expression of hurt on his face and relented. "Do you really think that love ever stops?" she asked gently. "Even though everyone told me it was wrong, I couldn't stop. Even though I got you in trouble, I couldn't stop. I'm sorry. Now you don't ever have to deal with me again, don't worry." She started to turn to leave when he said very quietly, "But what if I want to?" She turned back to him, eyes wide. "What?" "I...I didn't...I don't want that. For you to just leave like that." "Then what do you want?" He held out his hand, almost shyly. "I want to walk you home. You don't want to be here any more than I do." She took it gingerly. "Okay." She looked at him, then looked away again quickly, blushing. She had noticed that his face was red, too. The night air was cold after the heat and noise of the party. They walked the first block in silence, without looking at each other. When they turned onto the next street, he finally spoke. "I didn't mean for everything to get out of hand the way it did," he said quietly. "It was just...well, I couldn't afford to lose my job just then, and your mother was so..." "Mom completely overreacted. She thought we were...having sex or something, I don't know." "I didn't want to stop seeing you. That's what I wanted you to know. It was...it was really fun. When we used to hang out in the computer lab." "Oh," she said, blushing. She gleaned up at him. He was looking at her earnestly. "And I...I'm sorry how things went. I don't know how my mom...she must have read my journal or something. And then she overreacted. It was just a schoolgirl's crush." "A schoolgirl's crush that made you still want to kiss me after four years?" he asked softly. She turned bright red and looked at her feet. "I..." "It's okay. I don't mind that you still feel that way. It's kind of nice, I guess. I don't feel so...worthless." "You're not worthless!" she protested. "You're right, though," he went on, "I don't have any luck with women. I'm so uncomfortable around them, and I always stutter..." She giggled. "You did it in class, too, whenever a girl would ask a question." He turned red again. "I did? Shit..." She smiled teasingly. "I thought it was cute." Another few moments passed in silence, until she pointed and said, "That's my place." He looked up at the small house. Its windows were dark. "Isn't there anyone home?" She shook her head. "No, my roommates went home for the weekend." She fished around in her pocket for her key, and then looked up at him awkwardly. "So...um, want to come in?" "I guess," he answered. "Yeah." "I've got my Playstation here," she said over her shoulder as she unlocked the door. "Actually, I think I'd rather just...I don't know, talk or something." She held the door open to let him pass, and blushed a little as he brushed against her. "Oh, okay." She closed the door behind her as she flicked on the light. "Want anything to drink? We have milk and diet Pepsi and some wine..." She crossed to the fridge and opened it to peer in. "Okay, scratch the milk, it's three days past the expiration date." "Let's have some wine." She reached up to open one of the top cupboards for a pair of wine glasses, standing on her tiptoes to reach. "Here, let me," he said, reaching up behind her for the glasses. He pressed against her back for a long moment before he brought to down. "Thanks," she said a little breathlessly, and poured the wine. She handed him a glass before taking a large and nervous gulp of hers. He drained almost all of his, and grinned sheepishly as he held out the glass for more. She laughed. "We'll just take the whole bottle. Here, come back to my room, the living room's a mess." They sat on her bed, sipping their wine in silence. Finally, she said. "So...what did you want to talk about?" He shook his head. "I don't know. I guess...I wanted to just spend some time with you. Like we used to." "Oh," she said. She drained her glass of wine, and poured herself a second. Sipping it, she allowed herself to relax against him. He stiffened, then cautiously slipped an arm around her shoulders. She was surprised at how natural it felt. He finished his second glass of wine, and set it on the floor, then murmured, "I don't know how much of this is the wine talking, but I think I'd like you to kiss me again." She twisted to look up at him, feeling a furious blush creep to her cheeks. "Really?" she squeaked. Instead of answering, he bent and clumsily bumped his lips against her. She responded reflexively, twining her arms around his neck and leaning into him. She opened her mouth against his, and felt his exploring tongue caress hers. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He seemed startled at first, then relaxed into it and kissed her back fiercely. When the broke away for breath, he looked at her inquiringly, and asked with a blush spreading across his face and neck, " Um...am I an okay kisser?" She giggled a little. "Yes, you're fine, silly." "Oh. Good. I wasn't sure. I mean, I've never..." She looked at him in amazement. "You've never kissed a girl before? But you're almost thirty!" "Well, I told you I wasn't any good with girls..." She grinned at him cheekily. "We'll have to get you some practice, then!" She suddenly pounced on him, making him fall back against her pillows. She bent down to kiss him again, and he reached up to pull her down with him. She was painfully aware of how close they were, and how much of their bodies were touching, and she screwed her eye shut and kissed him passionately. Her breasts were crushed against him, as his hands twisted the fabric of her blouse. She felt a growing hardness against her thigh, and grew hot, thinking of the implications. As they continued to kiss, coming up only occasionally for air, she found herself unable to resist the temptation to unbutton his shirt. He broke away abruptly, panting. "We can't... I mean, maybe this is going too fast...I..." She propped herself up on an elbow to look down at him. It took a great effort for him not to stare at her cleavage. "I'm on the pill," she said. "And I'm not a virgin, if that's what you're worried about." "No! I mean, no, that's not what I'm...you've slept with someone?" She almost laughed at the shock on his face. "While I was at college, yeah. I had a few one night stands. I could never get serious about anyone, though. I know you've got the whole...abstinence thing going, but really, if everyone's careful, sex can be fun. And besides," she added, snaking a hand down between their bodies to brush between his legs, "it's obvious that at least part of you wants it." He blushed all the way down to his toes. "I...I'm sorry! I...I just..." "It's okay, silly. It's natural. It's actually..." and here she turned away and blushed a little, too. "It's kind of flattering. But I'm not going to...to force you or anything, we can just go to sleep if you want..." He reached up to touch her face. "I don't know what I want. I want...I want you." She smiled softly and bent to kiss him again. "Okay," she whispered. She unbuttoned another button and slid down to kiss his neck. He let out a soft groan as she nipped him lightly and kissed and sucked her way down his chest, unbuttoning as she went. She rubbed one of his nipples with her thumb as she moved up to kiss his neck again, working up to nibble on his ear. He was breathing much harder now, clutching her tightly. She made herself go slowly, even though she was impatient with excitement. As she ran her tongue around the outside of his ear, his hands slipped under her blouse, and she felt electrified by the touch of his hands on her naked back. He seemed confused when he couldn't feel a clasp. "Sometimes I don't wear one," she whispered at his ear. She sat up to take off her shirt, but he reached up to stop her. "Let me," he said huskily. She obliged, and let him undo the buttons with trembling fingers. His eyes were very wide as he pulled aside the fabric to expose her breasts. "They're so...big..." he murmured. She laughed. "Yeah, I guess they are." She took one of his hands and set it on the top of one breast. "You can touch them," she said quietly. He ran his hands over them wonderingly. His touch was unbelievably gentle as he ran his fingers over every inch of them. She moaned softly when he brushed against her nipples, and taking that as encouragement, he took them between each thumb and forefinger and rubbed them gently. A shudder went through her, and she leaned into his touch. Emboldened by her response, he propped himself up and brought his lips to her right breast, licking and sucking in the softest possible manner. She made little mewling sounds of pleasure and pressed him against her. As he continued his exploration of her body, she reached behind her and felt for his erection. She brushed her fingers across its length and he groaned against her breast. She worked busily at the button of his jeans as he continued to distract her with his gentle mouth. Finally, working the zipper down, she reached her goal and closed her fingers around his shaft. He gasped and let go of her, which gave her the freedom to move down between his legs and work his erection free of his pants. He was twitching beneath her and she ran her hands down its length. It wasn't too long, and it was the perfect, satisfying thickness. It felt good in her hands and she rubbed the shaft gently. He drew in a sharp intake of breath as she leaned down to lick the tip. Encouraged by his reaction, she began to lick and suck on the head of his cock, as he twitched and moaned beneath her. She opened her mouth to take its full length, and he let out a deep and satisfied groan. "It feels...so...good," he gasped. She smiled around his cock, and began to move up and down on the shaft, rubbing her tongue against it on every stroke. She felt him hardening in her mouth. Tasting the first drops of precum, she sat up, rubbing her hand briskly up and down the engorged shaft. "Does that feel good?" she teased. "Y-yes!" he stuttered, his eyes almost rolled back into his head with pleasure. She tugged his jeans off and then his boxers, depositing both on the floor. She lay down next to him, and gently turned his face towards hers so that she could kiss him. He returned the kiss, and then got to his knees to bend over her. His hand hovered at the elastic waist of her skirt. "Can I...?" She nodded, and lifted her hips. He pulled away her skirt and her panties in one motion, and sat back on his heals to look at her. She blushed under the intensity of his gaze. "You're very beautiful," he said softly. He reached forward to brush his fingers between her legs, and she moaned, and strained towards him. He moved closer, and gently spread her legs apart, probing carefully at her opening. "Please..." she gasped. "Touch my clit.." "Where?" he asked, a little helplessly. "Right at...the top...oh! There! Oh, god...right there..." She threw her head back and thrashed on the bed, groaning her pleasure. Amazed at the effect, he rubbed the indicated spot with his thumb .With his other hand, he prodded at her opening, feeling the warm wetness within. Suddenly, a huge shudder wracked her body, and he withdrew his hands, startled. "Are you okay?" "Yes!" she gasped. "I just...oh...I had an orgasm, that's all..." She reached for him. "Please...I want you to..." He knelt forward tentatively, holding his throbbing cock and looking a bit lost. "I just...put it in?" She nodded encouragement, breathing too hard to talk. He scooted forward a bit, placing the smooth head against her. The both trembled at the intimate contact. Slowly, tentatively, he pushed forward, meeting little resistance as he slid slowly within her. She strained towards him as he pushed, and he felt an indescribable feeling of bliss as he found himself buried inside her. She moaned softly and moved against him as he sat still, his cock inside her to the hilt. After what seemed like an eternity, he slipped his arms behind the small of her back and withdrew slightly. She wrapped her legs around him as he pushed back in. He felt himself losing control as she twitched wetly around him, and he began to pick up speed. He leaned down to kiss her, and she wrapped her arms around him, digging her nails into his back, and moaned, "Please! Harder!" He obliged, spearing into her as fast as his hips would move, feeling an eruption of pleasure start to boil within him. "I...think...I'm...going to...come!" he cried, gasping out a word with each thrust. "Yes! Come inside me!" she demanded, trying to pull him even closer against her. He felt the orgasm begin at the base of his cock and explode into her as he thrust as deep as he could inside her. She moaned in satisfaction as his cum filled her, and twined his fingers into his hair as he fell limply against her, panting hard. She stroked his hair and whispered, "Thank you," as he relaxed into sleep, their bodies tangled together. She knew that the guilt and the regret would return in the morning, but until then, she held him peacefully and slept. Old Flames Die Hard Sadomasochist pyromaniac with a rage disorder, delusions of grandeur, and homicidal tendencies. Felice was legally insane when she didn't take her medication, which she usually just substituted a joint for. So of course I wanted her so bad I could taste it. When she was younger Felice was about 5'4, with ear length black hair, black eyes, a flattened nose that always made her look like a cat, barely any breasts to speak of, and an ass that got me slapped just for trying to sneak a grope when I first met her when I was 16. 6 years later I was standing in front of Gate 36, trying to stay awake as her plane finally landed at 2:32 in the damn morning, an hour and a half late. I watched her plane come down and land, and start rolling towards the airport. I though about how amazingly paranoid a crazy person can get, especially when they've been smoking pot nearly every day for the past 10 years. Three gang members tried to rape Felice when she was 17, and it just happened on that night she hadn't taken her pills in over a month and was carrying a very large gun in her oversized cargo-pants pocket. The police found the bodies, bullet riddled, chopped up, and burnt to a juicy pile of smoldering flesh the next morning. By that time though, Felice was already halfway to Virginia to live with one of my cousins til she was satisfied the cops weren't looking for her. It took her six years to accept the cops were glad three gang members wanted for rape, murder, drug dealing, armed robbery, and grand theft auto were dead. I didn't mind waiting, it's not like I remained celibate the whole she was gone. I didn't bother watching the faces coming through the gate, I just knew to look for a girl dressed entirely in black. I didn't look for long. Felice was there, in a tight black nylon shirt stretched over her now B-cup tits and what I knew was a 6-pack under them. Her pants were same pair of 45-in leg cargo pants she was wearing the last time I saw her in person. Same eyes, same nose, and her hair was shoulder length with a red strip down one side of her face and all around the ends. She was a good bit taller now, which suited me fine, it always aggravated me as a teenager that I nearly had to pick up the girls I went out with for a kiss. "Felice?" I asked her. She looked up at me with those spooky ass black eyes, "Jeremy. Nice to see you finally got a haircut." she smiled. I nodded and scratched the back of my head, now free of the hair that once hung down my back "Let's get outta here, go see some old friends." She agreed but said she had to use the bathroom first. A few seconds after she went in, a woman came out and Felice stuck her head out of the door "Hey, come in here for a minute, I gotta show you something." she whispered at me. I looked around a for any sign of security that might notice a 6'4 guy dressed in black and blood red trying to sneak into the women's restroom, and then followed Felice inside. The women's bathroom looked a lot like the men's, only no urinals and it smelled better. "So what is it I'm supposed to see?" I asked. Felice locked the door and walked over to me. She reached up and pulled my head down and kissed me, snaking her tongue between my lips and into my mouth. I was already excited about seeing her, and the kiss didn't help the erection straining under my pants. I traced down her sides with my hands and grabbed her ass, one check in each hand, and returned the kiss with my own tongue. She moaned into the kiss as I dropped my hands a little further, and picked her up by the underside of her asschecks, and her legs wrapped around my waist. I walked backwards as best I could, now standing up straight and still locking lips and tongues with Felice, into a toilet stall. She stood up off of me, and began taking her belt loose. I got the picture and I got my pants to my ankles just as she did. "I'm not taking off my boots, we'll havta do this backwards." she told me. "Backwards is fine baby, as long as it's you." I told her and motioned for her to come closer. She turned around and shimmied her cute ass backwards, then started to lower her body onto my lap. I held my dick in one hand and guided her hips with the other, aiming to slide all the way into her pussy as she sat on me. Just as the head of my cock grazed her sweet lips, she twitched and moved away. "Unh-unh, Jeremy, Remember what I told you on the phone, you can't fuck me til you get me home." then she put her ass cheeks against my chest and lowered her body down, holding her legs open so that my cock went in front of her pussy, rubbing against her mound and going between her thighs. When she was situated, Felice began rocking back and forth, making her pussy stroke back and forth at the base of my dick, and causing a feeling a lot like a titfuck between her thighs. She leaned back and craned her neck to kiss me. "Just like old times, right baby?" she asked me. I moved hand around her body and pulled her shirt up, squeezing her pert little right tit, and teasing her nipple. "Almost" I told her and moved my other hand down her back and slipped two of my fingers into her sopping pussy. She gasped quietly and started to buck her hips faster, making her legs clinch tighter and massage my dick harder. "Now it's like old times." I told her and shoved a third finger between her already stretched lips. Felice moaned and crossed her ankles, making her thigh's vice grip on my shaft even tighter and started to bounce on my fingers. She leaned forward a little, and let a long stream of saliva drip onto my dickhead. It wasn't long after that she whispered to me she was going to cum. Felice shuddered first, then moaned and I felt the juices rush out onto my hand and lap. I gently bit on the back her neck and the juices flooded out faster. My cock twitched as her smell reached me, and then it burst and cum splashed all over her stomach and dripped down to her hips and between her legs. Felice leaned against me, her finger gently trailed a pattern in the puddle of cum on her body. "God, I remember why I love you so much now." She told me just before I pulled my fingers from her cunt, electing another moan from her. We dressed quickly, not bothering to clean each others juices off, except Felice licked my fingers clean before I had a chance too. "You'll find out with it tastes like later." All the way home from the airport, it was hard to drive with Felice sitting next to me. I didn't have trouble concentrating on the directions, or stopping at red lights and such, it was the fact I kept slipping into my own imagination, and dreaming of what Felice was going to do to me when I got her back to my place. The hard on didn't help. Felice was watching out the passenger window, constantly reminding me how much things had changed while she'd been gone. I wasn't listening to her for the most part, just picking up the very few statements that mattered. "I could help you with that, if you want." She said to me just as I was starting off into fantasy land again. I did a double take on her to notice she was fondling herself though her nearly skin tight shirt, and staring at the bulge in my pants. I thought about it, getting head from a certified crazy bitch can be fun but "I'm already having enough trouble driving just thinking about being inside you." I told her. "We'd die before we got home if you tried." Felice pouted for second, then shrugged. "Suit yourself." she said and unzipped her pants, sliding her tiny hand between the separated teeth. I tried to watch the road, but Felice masturbating was a much better show. She wiggled around in her seat as her slim fingers probed her snatch, and mewed softly as she teased her clit. I pushed the peddle nearly to the floor and the car inched toward 80mph. Felice opened her eyes just as she began to fuck herself with her fingers. "Faster" she moaned over the wind outside the windows. I dared a glance at her hand moving back and forth over her cunt before pushing the peddle all the way down. Felice moaned louder the closer my car got to top speed, until she was screaming her own pleasures and I was praying I wouldn't pass a cop doing 115 with a masturbating girl smelling of marijuana sitting next to me. I let my foot off the gas as I came to the last mile before our exit. I apologized just as I heard her remove her hand from her pussy. I smelled her sex she put her fingers up to my face. I eagerly sucked them clean, relishing her delicious juices as I pulled onto the main road from the interstate. She cooed in my ear and started kissing the side of my face, her fingers still in my mouth, still tasting like her pussy. I was disappointed when she took her fingers away from me. She ran her hand down my body, resting it on my lap, stroking my dick through my pants. "How much farther till we get home, baby?" she whispered to me. I smiled and turned my head a little. "You forgot where I live after only six short years?" I asked her. She reared back a bit, and looked at me funny. "Yeah I still live in the same house, out by the lake." She screwed her lips up a bit, and I quickly added. "Mom moved out, and I bought the house from her." She smiled then and nuzzled up close to me, making it even more difficult to drive as she silently stroked me through my pants. I could barely walk to my front door when I got home. I felt like I was about to burst in my pants as we half drug each other to the bedroom, taking our shoes of as we went. "I've missed you so much, baby." I told her when I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands on her hips, and Felice standing in front of me. She smiled and pushed my jacket off my shoulders. "Don't get all mushy now, we still have things to do." she told me as she pushed my jacket further, forcing my hands off her hips. I got the hint, and quickly took my jacket off, throwing it over the side of the bed. Then I did the same to my shirt before starting to undress Felice, who was nearly giggling. "Anxious?" she joked as she lifted her arms up for me to remove her shirt. "After six years?" I answered as her braless b-cups gently bounced free as her shirt was lifted away. I leaned forward and gently licked one of her rock hard nipples. "Anxious doesn't even come close." I mumbled before taking her left nipple between my lips. She moaned and ran her hands through my hair just before reaching to her own belt. I pushed her pants down as she got them unbuckled, rubbing my hands over her smooth ass and outer thighs as I lowered her oversized pants to the floor. I let her nipple loose from my lips and starting kissing down her body, stopping at her tiny belly button to stick my tongue into it. "That's nice, but the hole you're looking for is a little lower sweetie." Felice giggled and moved her hands back to my head, running her slim fingers through my hair. I tilted my head to look up at her and winked before continuing my mouth's journey of her delicious body. I reached her shaved cunt with my lips, and I poked my tongue at the top of her gash. Felice moaned lowly and opened her legs for me, stepping out of her pants crumpled up on the floor. I held her by her ass and drove my tongue directly into her wet slit. I slurped her delicious juices while searching out her clit. Felice's body shuddered as I wrapped my lips around her nub and she pressed her pussy harder against my face. I let go of her ass with one hand to bring my fingers to her lips, but she nearly fell to floor with no support. After realizing what I was trying to do, Felice told me to get on the bed. I quickly jumped back and laid down, watching Felice walk to where my head was laying. She leaned over to kiss me, snaking her tongue into my mouth and tasting her own sex before she crawled over the sheets. I held her tanned legs as she swung one over my face, then laid down across my body. I pulled her pussy down to my mouth and spread her slit with my fingers just before attacking her engorged clit with my tongue. Felice shuddered, moaned and started grinding her dripping cunt into my face. I felt her working at my pants. It wasn't long before I felt her hand wrap around my cock. I encouraged whatever she wanted to do by shoving two of my fingers inside her pussy and sucking her clit between my lips, making her cunt drip even more. She moaned again, and I echoed her as she popped my cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head while she jacked her fist hard up and down my dick. I groaned into her cunt and Felice sucked more of my cock into her mouth, tracing the veins with her tongue as it neared the back of her mouth. I pushed a third finger into her, and twisted as she moaned around a mouth-full of dick. I sucked eagerly at her juices, licking her clit as I tickled her asshole with my other hand. Felice let out an extremely muffled cry and began to buck backwards at my hands and mouth as my dick slid past her mouth and into her hot throat. I could feel her throat squeezing my head, and her drool running from her mouth and down what little of my shaft she wasn't swallowing. Her bucking got more intense and she started spurting thick juices from her cunt. What little I didn't swallow I smeared onto her tight brown backdoor. I toyed with her pucker a few more seconds before Felice pulled her mouth off my cock. "Quit teasing me, and put something in there!" she demanded. I was quick to comply, pushing my middle finger inside her ass up to the second knuckle. Felice groaned at the sensation, and fell back to her previous position of sucking my dick down her throat. I gently thrust upward in time at her mouth as I pushed another finger into her ass and began pumping them earnestly. I felt my balls tighten up just as her pussy started to ooze on my tongue again. "I'm gonna cum baby." I announced. Felice quickly climbed off my face, grunting my as my fingers got twisted out of her ass. She turned around and lowered back down, almost straddling my waist. "I've waited a long time for this." she said and grabbed my cock, guiding it to her hairless slit. As soon as my head was between her lips, Felice dropped her full weight on me, causing my dick to bottom out in her with one stroke. She leaned down to kiss me, and in the middle of the second stroke I emptied myself inside her. "Oh God." I moaned, trying to catch my breath as I held her to me, sweaty and sticky from her cunt being ground into my face. Felice was breathing equally hard, and just as sweat drenched. She pulled my head down to hers and kissed me passionately. "There better be more where that came from." She joked. I immediately rolled us both over and shoved my cock hard inside her. Felice squealed happily and grabbed her stomach inches above her cunt lips. She smiled up at me as I held my still hard dick in her. "That's what I'm talking about, baby!" She said and moved one of her hands down to her pussy, wrapping her thumb and finger around the base of my cock. I grabbed her by her waist and pulled out of her, leaving a mix of our juices on her fingers. Felice smiled as she brought her hand up to her mouth, then began sucking her thumb and forefinger clean. She moaned around her thumb as I pushed back into her. When I bottomed out in her cunt, Felice wrapped her legs around me and pulled me closer to her. I leaned down to kiss her, holding myself up so not to crush her. As her tongue snaked into my mouth, I felt her legs loosen and I pulled away. I plunged back in and Felice grunted into the kiss. "More." she moaned as she broke our kiss momentarily. I started pumping her snatch hard as I could. In and out, and behind our constant moans, I could hear the wet sounds of her juices around my cock. Before long, Felice was grunting and pushing her hips at me each time I pushed into her. "Oh. Oh My God! Unh Uuungh! Don't Stop!" she started screaming. My balls twitched and I slammed into her just before my cock erupted, spewing my cum into her belly. I kept pumping into her until she stopped pushing back and my cock started to go soft. I rolled off of her and lay on my back. Felice quickly followed and draped her upper body across my chest. She kissed my neck and I groaned "No more tonight baby, okay?" She giggled. "Tonight?" she reached up and turned my head towards the window, where the sun was shining through the blinds. I laughed a little and yawned. "Go to sleep sweetie." I heard Felice tell me as I dozed off. Old Flames Never Die It had been years since they'd seen each other...Childhood friends who've managed to keep in touch sporadically over the nearly two decades since high school. Life had dealt them both their fair share of obstacles, but they each somehow managed to overcome them for the most part. They've been talking over the phone & texting for a few months now and tonight would be their first official date. Skye wasn't nervous until just a few hours ago while she was getting ready for the big night. There was a mountain of clothes on her bed...outfits she tried on & took off thinking "too eager...too frumpy...too casual...too dressy...". She finally decided on a black & white dress with a halter & a keyhole cut that showed just enough cleavage to be sexy yet not easy & the new stilettos she bought just for such an occasion. Just as she was spraying perfume on the back of her neck she heard a knock at the door. She instantly felt flushed with excitement and walked toward the door & grabbed her purse. She opened the door with the biggest, most genuine smile on her face. "Peter!!" she said while stepping out to give him a hug. "Skye! How are you, beautiful?" as he embraced her in a hug & lifted her off the ground & gently set her down & kissed her on the cheek. She closed the front door behind her & they walked toward his Hummer. He opened the passenger door for her to get in & then walked around & got in the drivers seat. They headed off to go out to dinner. During dinner they laughed & talked about old times, both fully aware of the sexual tension that has been mounting over the past few months, but neither one wanting to make it seem obvious. They finished with dinner & left the restaurant. The night was beautiful. There was a full moon & a warm breeze blowing so they decided to walk to Peter's apartment two blocks away. They walked hand-in-hand, talking & laughing still. They got to his apartment & he unlocked the door & they went inside. He put music on the stereo & poured two glasses of wine. They sat on the couch sipping wine, listening to music, inching closer to one another. The sexual tension was even stronger now. She told herself she wasn't going to sleep with him tonight. She was fighting the urge to lean over to kiss him. She told herself she would take things slow. Peter suddenly leaned over & gently combed his fingers through her hair & placed his hand on the back of her head & kissed her on the lips. She melted. Her lips parted & their tongues touched. Their mouths opened wider & their tongues thrusted deeper. They embraced closer. He put his had on her knee & she felt her nipples begin to get hard. She knew 'taking things slow' was no longer an option. She could barely contain herself already, but all they were doing was making out like a couple of fourteen year olds. She placed the palm of her hand under his shirt just above his belt. He kissed her harder, more passionately, & his hand slowly slid under the hem of her dress just above her knee. Her knees parted, almost involuntarily. He slid his hand further under her dress & caressed her thigh. She, in turn, slid her hand slowly up his side & across his chest & kissed him deeply. His hand slid back down to her knee & out from under her dress & Skye thought for just a moment "Oh no! We're moving too--", but before she could finish that thought he placed his hand low on her ribcage & pulled her on top of his lap. She straddled him & kissed him. Peter slid both hands under her dress & up to her thighs, her hips, & finally to her round ass cheeks. His touch was so gentle, his kisses were so sweet. She trailed kisses along his neck & ears. Her hands caressed his chest. He grabbed her ass & firmly pulled her body close to his. She moaned softly. Peter kissed her neck & shoulders. He gently reached up & unzipped the back of her dress & untied the bow of the halter top. He caressed her back & shoulders as she kissed his neck. Their lips met again & they gave each other soft little pecks on the lips. He pulled her dress down to her waist, exposing her bare breasts. Her nipples were hard. Peter cupped her left breast in the palm of his hand & pinched the nipple slightly. She began to slowly grind her hips on him. She could feel the bulge of his erect penis in his pants. Skye slowly slipped her hands under his shirt & lifted it over his head & tossed it on the floor below. She ran her the fingers of her left hand across his chest & the fingers of her right hand through his hair. She was grinding against him harder now. He slowly kissed her neck, her chest, the top her her breast, and finally her nipple, his tongue playfully twirling it between his teeth. She could feel her pussy getting wet. He slowly sucked her left nipple, then her right nipple. She began to shiver slightly with excitement. Peter put his hands on the small of her back & laid her body on the couch as he kissed her. She let her shoes fall off her feel & onto the floor. He gently pulled her dress past her hips, her buttocks, her thighs, her knees, and finally her feet & tossed it on the floor next to his shirt. She was wearing a black thong with a bright pink bow on the front & bright pink corset stitching to the left of the bow. Skye reached for his belt & unbuckled it. She un buttoned & unzipped his pants & tugged them down over his buttocks. He stood next to the couch & let his pants fall to the ground. He kicked his shoes off & stepped out of his pants. She could see his erect penis under his boxers now. She leaned forward & pulled his boxers down until they fell to the floor. She grabbed his cock with her hand & slowly began to suck it, caressing his balls at the same time. His cock tasted good in her mouth. She moved her mouth up & down the shaft of his penis slowly, rhythmically, leaning her head to the left & then to the right, tickling the tip with her tongue. She pulled her head back slightly & traced the shaft of his cock with her tongue, down...down...down...and sucked his balls, rolling them around in his mouth with her tongue. Slowly she traced her tongue back up to the tip & began to suck his cock again. She could feel the tip of his penis tickle the back of her throat, she pushed further, sucking & swirling her tongue, his hard cock going deeper until her eyes began to water. She pulled her head back...she could taste him now. She continued to suck. Peter pushed her down onto the couch & put his body on top of hers. They were both breathing more heavily now. He pulled her panties off & parted her legs. He kissed the inside of her thigh until he reached her hot, wet pussy. He spread her lips with his tongue & buried his face in her crotch. His tongue licked her juices & drove deep into her pussy as if trying to find the source of her sweet nectar. She moaned. He clenched her clitoris lightly between his teeth & flicked it with his tongue. He sucked on it, cupping it in his tongue, drinking her juices. He slowly began to kiss her tummy, her breasts, her mouth. Peter drove his rigid cock deep into her pussy & thrust it in & out with a force she wasn't expecting. It made her pussy even more wet. She tilted her pelvis & thrust her hips in rhythm with him. He thrusted harder. He kissed her neck. She wrapped her legs around him and thrusted toward him, their bodies glistening with sweat. He pulled he's cock out of her hot pussy and flipped her over. She got on her hands & knees & tilted her ass upwards. He teased her slightly with his cock, inserting just the tip & quickly removing it, rubbing her clitoris with it, inserting the tip again & removing it. She reached between her thighs & grabbed the shaft of his penis & guided it into her pussy. He rammed her pussy hard, over & over again. She thrusted backwards against him. He grabbed her hair with his right hand & placed his left hand on her hip. He grabbed her hip tightly, pulling & pushing her, continuing to thrust his hard cock into her. Skye turned & grabbed the back of the couch. Peter stood on the floor & drove his cock into her pussy again. She could feel her juices dripping down the inside of her thigh. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her waist, & kissed the back of her neck. She reached between her thighs again & caressed his balls, rolling them between her fingers. He grabbed her hips with his hands and thrust as hard as he could. She could feel her orgasm coming on. Her body flushed with heat & then an explosion of juice. Her pussy pulsating. He rammed his cock into her & it exploded with hot, white cum. His thrusting slowed as he continued to cum. He pulled his flaccid cock out of her pussy & cum slowly dripped out & drizzled her clitoris. She turned around and sat on the couch in front of him. He leaned down & kissed her mouth & then grabbed her hand and led her to his bed. He pulled the covers back & she sat down & tucked her feet under the blankets. He walked around to the other side of the bed & crawled under the blankets & scoots closer to her. She scoots backward toward him, he wraps his arm over her waist & they slowly drift to sleep.