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Pick Up

By: Grey Eagle 286



He walked along the dusty road not really expecting any traffic at this hour. He heard a high revving engine behind him, it grew louder and he looked back and saw a cloud of dust approaching rapidly. He turned back to the front and thought he heard the sound of the engine change. Then he definitely heard it miss a few beats, then it caught and revved up again. He stepped off the side of the road and watched the white Fiat Roadster speed by. He was covered by the cloud of dust after he got a glimpse of long blond hair flying in the wind.

"Shit" he thought as he beat the dust off himself and his bag. He picked up his previous pace. The little wheels under the flight case didn't help much. He was really dragging it through the dirt. "Oh, Well." It was better than jail where he would have ended up if he had taken the job they offered. He was only there because he was going to try and buy the aircraft after the flight if it checked out OK. He was sure it was a set-up deal. Not that he would have taken a dope run anyway. They told him it was to pick up the old twin Beech and fly it to Immokalee Airport. One glance into the plane and he knew it was way overgross. Nobody would try to get it off the ground carrying that load unless it was dope. They told him if he didn't want to do it he could walk in to town. He said "Fine."

He could make out a white object as the dust cleared. He saw the little Fiat sitting on the side of the road. The hood was up. A girl was leaning into the engine compartment. He watched as a stray puff of wind flipped up the skirt and showed a lovely ass barely covered by little pink bikini panties. He was going to walk right on by but he heard a female voice say, "Fuck, shit, and God damned." He stopped and watched as the woman leaned further into the engine compartment. It was definitely a lovely view. The little panties did look sexy as they pulled up in the crack of the ass in front of him. He cleared his throat and smiled as she jumped and hit her head on the hood. She held her head and slowly turned around. He looked into the bluest eyes he had ever seen. She snarled "Did you get a good look, Buster. Why are you sneaking up on people like that."

"Hey, it's a public road, after you dusted me off I thought I would see what kind of an ass was driving this old car that fast. No pun intended."

He thought he saw a twinkle in the blue eyes. "I am sorry, I was so mad I didn't see anything. I drove out here to pick up my boyfriend and found out he had another girl pick him up."

"You are lucky."

"Why?"

"Anybody who let you get away has to be mentally deficient, absolutely nuts. What seems to be the problem with your car."

"Nothing serious except I don't have a tool to fix it with. The distributor has vibrated loose. It is just flopping around. I didn't hear you drive up."

"I am walking, do you have to tighten a bolt to secure the distributor?"

"Walking? There is nothing on this road for another ten miles. Yeah, I need a ten millimeter wrench."

"I'll tell you what, I'll lend you a tool that I think will do the job, if you will give me a lift to the nearest town or phone so I can get home."

"You have a deal. What do you have?"

"I have my trusty Leatherman Tool in my flight bag. Here, I'll get it out."

"That ought to do it." She grinned up at him as he stood up. He was taller than she by well over a foot, even with her high heels. "If you will go to the other side of the car I will tighten up that bolt and get us on our way. You saw enough last time."

"I don't think I did, I would love to see it all."

"No way Bubba. Would you get behind the wheel and crank the engine over while I try to start it."

He slid behind the wheel and made sure it was out of gear, then cranked on it. It sputtered a few times, then started. He let it idle and watched as she twisted the distributor until the little four banger purred. She smiled and handed him his tool as she closed the hood. He looked at her and smiled. He held up his handkerchief. 

"You have a big smudge on that little nose, may I?"

She leaned forward and closed her eyes. He wiped the grease off her nose and felt a shiver go down his spine, she was adorable, tiny, perfectly built, and seemed smart as a whip. 

"OK, you look human again. Here, you have some on your hands and you don't want it on that pretty dress."

"Why, thank you kind, Sir."

"Mam, Yur as pretty as a speckled pup, mah name is Buck, Buck Larimore." he said in his best John Wayne imitation.

"I am Miss Lucy, Buck, let's saddle up and get on down the trail. Throw your flight bag in the back seat with mine." 

She got behind the wheel and he slipped in the passenger seat. The little car jumped forward as she took off in a cloud of dust. She smiled at him, "Where do you want to go?"

"I know you will think I am being fresh, but I want to go anywhere with you."

"You are a flirt aren't you."

"I try, but I am not very good at it. When a lady is as beautiful as you are, I tend to get tongue tied and drool on myself."

She looked at him and said, "I think you do OK with the girls. I am starved, do you want to get something to eat at the next place while you tell me why you are walking so far?"

"Well, I had a gig to fly that old Beech 18 to Immokalee and I flew my old Grumman amphibian down here and she blew a tire when I landed. Then the Beech is overloaded and I told them I didn't want the job. So now I have to go and get a tire for her. 

"That beautiful old war bird is yours?"

"Yep. Want to buy her?"

"Oh! I wish I could. Where was she restored?"

"I did it all myself, five years off and on. Mostly on. You must be a pilot with that hefty flight case, probably Airlines. Right?"

"Yes, copilot with Trans Air."

"Wonderful, I always wanted a Copilot," Buck grinned.

"Look there is a little diner, want to stop?"

"Sounds good to me, my stomach thinks my throats been cut." 

Night was falling when they left the diner after a surprisingly good meal. They had sat and talked for hours, not noticing the passage of time. They drove on and soon saw the city lights appeared.

Buck said, "I don't want to take you out of your way, drop me off at a Motel when you see one."

"I only live about five miles from here, you can stay in my guest room if you want."

"Hey, that sounds better. I'll call a cab in the morning."

When they entered Lucy's house she asked if he would like a drink. "Bourbon and water, if you have it."

"ET OK?"

"That's just fine."

"Can you fix one for me too? The booze is in that cupboard and the ice is in the refrigerator, I'm going to go slip into something more comfortable." 

He was sipping his drink when she came back in. She was wearing little white shorts and a crop top. He loved the way she looked.

"Aw, I was expecting a sexy baby doll or something and I was wondering if I could handle watching you in one for very long before I embarrassed myself. Would you mind if I changed too?"

"No, go ahead."

He was back in a few moments wearing cutoff jean shorts and a T-shirt. He was smiling and sat across from her in her family room. "This is nice, very nice." He said.

She liked the way he looked. His shoulders were broad and his waist slim. His legs looked like a runners legs. He had a large bulge in his shorts.

She stood up and walked by him to the kitchen and brought the bourbon and some ice. She leaned over in front of him and refreshed his drink. He could see her breasts and nipples clearly, he felt his blood surge. She stood, looked down and said, "I think you are going to need more room in those shorts, it looks crowded in there."

"Well, what do you expect when you shove those delicious boobs under my face?"

"Well, I was hoping I would see some reaction, Lord, you are going to pop your buttons. You better open them up before you hurt yourself." 

He stood and opened his shorts and pulled them down. His jockey shorts pushed way out in front. He looked in her eyes and pulled the underwear down and was naked before her. She grinned, "Now you look more comfortable. Come and let me gaze at that weapon between your legs, Wow.! Now that is what I call well hung. Not so big it scares you, but just right." She pulled the little top off over her head and hooked her thumbs in the shorts and yanked them down. She wore no panties. He reached for her and lifted her to his face and put his lips softly to hers. She felt his erection against her. She brought her legs around his waist. The top of his cock pressed against the lips of her pussy. She was very wet now and she wiggled her butt and felt him lower her onto his shaft. She explored his mouth with her tongue and found his tongue hunting for hers. She felt his strength as her lifted her slowly up and down over his pulsing member. Finally he lifted her off of his penis and said, "I want you in a bed baby girl. I want to see and feel and taste every bit of you." He put her down. She grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom. The bed was already turned down. She flopped on the bed and her legs spread involuntarily. He looked her over from head to foot, loving what he saw. Her breasts were round globes with erect large nipples standing straight up, her little belly was as flat as a board with a cute dimple of a belly button. Her mound was shaved except for a small triangular tuft of honey blond hair. Her hips were not too wide and her legs were long and slender. He slid on the bed next to her and ran his hands over her body cupping, squeezing, touching ever so softly. Down her legs, up her thighs, over her mound, covering it with his big hand, tracing the slit between the little pink inner lips. Feeling her moisture between her legs. Moving up and caressing her breasts, feeling the hard nipples. He kissed her deeply then moved his mouth to her neck and left a wet trail of kisses on down to her breasts. His soft lips closed round her sensitive nipples and she purred her pleasure at his touch. He moved down and ran his tongue in her belly button then moved his face between her legs. She felt the scratch of the stubble on his cheeks and chin as he examined her vulva with his tongue, savoring the taste of her fluids and lapping at the source. She felt his fingers part her lips and spread them. His tongue followed quickly and then found her erect clit under it's tiny hood. He sucked it and laved it with his tongue, softly then harder and harder. Her body jerked as spasm after spasm racked her body. She was having orgasms continuously, she pulsed with the waves of pleasure and ectacy that flowed over and around her. She reached down and pulled his head up. 

"Now, Please. Now, I need you inside me, Please do me now. Fuck me, Please, Please." As he rose over her she reached for his penis and grasped it. She thought it felt like wet velvet over steel. She guided him into her pussy and thrust hard up against him and felt him slip all the way in. He moved slowly in and out, the tip of his cock going all the way out before reentering her love channel. His lips were over hers and his tongue played with hers. He increased the pace and strength of his thrusts. She could feel his pubic hair against hers and felt his balls slap against her bottom. Then she felt him shiver and couldn't feel his balls any more as they tightened against the shaft of his cock. He moaned, shuddered and said, "I'm cumming. Oh!God, I'm cumming." She could feel his pulse and the sperm flood her vagina. He collapsed beside her and pulled her into his arms.

"God, that was the best ever!" he whispered in her little ear. She smiled and pressed her body closer. Her cheek was on his shoulder. She lifted her head and smiled at him. "Never, ever, did I cum like that, I'll bet I had thirty orgasms, I've never even had two in a whole night before, what did you do to me. I still want more, lots more. I don't know where it felt the best when you kissed me. But we can try all night to find out." 

He laughed, "Don't tell me you are insatiable."

"OK, I won't tell you." She sat up and leaned down and looked at his flaccid penis. She picked it up and rubbed her fingers across the bulbous head, feeling the smoothness. She looked at it. It didn't look very big, just wet and wrinkled. She kissed it softly on the top. She put her mouth around the head and felt it start to grow. She raised up and smiled at him, "I love it. Look at it swell and lengthen. Mmmm. Let me lick it."

"Help your self, Baby girl, have your way with me."

She took it as deep as she could and found her lips against his hair. She sucked and ran her tongue along the big tube on the bottom as she pulled back. She lapped her tongue around the head and flicked her tongue over the area just behind and below the head. His manhood was now fully engorged and she was not able to get all of it in her mouth now. She concentrated her efforts on the last few inches and was rewarded with his thrusting into her mouth. She tightened her grip on the base and sucked harder. She quickened her pace and she heard him say he was about to cum. She increased her speed and felt him shiver and grit his teeth. She tightened her lips around just the head and popped it in and out as fast as she could, never letting her tongue lose contact with the crown. He threw his head back and reached down and held her head still. She felt the shaft jerk and tasted her success as the cum shot time after time into her hungry mouth. She held every drop in her mouth. She crawled up his body and showed him her mouth full of his jism. He smiled and pulled her lips to his. She fed him half of the cum and swallowed the rest.

She said, "You have the best tasting cum I have ever tasted. Can I get some more? I love It."

"I can't help you right now. But all I have is your as long as you want it. As for how good it tastes, I really don't have any experience with that." 

"Well I don't have a lot. Three or four maybe. But yours is best. Do you like anal sex? I have never tried it but I will let you do it if you want." 

"Later if you really are sure you want to. Some girls don't enjoy it. I think I can teach you to love it. Do you have any personal lubricant such as KY jelly?" 

"Yes, I do. It is right in the night stand."

"That can make a big difference sometimes, you are plenty slippery in your pussy so maybe we won't need it. I don't ever want to hurt you." He lay back and held her in his arms while they dozed for a bit. Then she began softly kissing his face, his nose his eyes, then his lips. Buck smiled, "Alright, Sweetheart, We gonna try the back door. God, but you are beautiful all over." 

Buck found the bottle of lube and dripped a good amount on his now erect penis, he had Lucy get on her hands and knees. He got down behind her and licked her pussy and she squealed with delight. He moved up and licked her little puckered hole. He rimmed her and then pushed hard with his tongue and managed to go in a little ways. He pushed harder and harder and wiggled his tongue as hard as he could. He put some lube on her anus and his fingers. He slid his index finger slowly in and she said, "I like it so far. It feels good." Buck moved his fingers in and out then after a while he added another finger. She was relaxing more now and he tried a third finger. He worked his fingers in and out and added the fourth finger. Lucy was moaning now, "Am I hurting you, girl?"

"No it is heavenly, I like it."

"I am going to try my cock, baby, if it hurts at all tell me. Please don't let me hurt you, don't be brave to please me. Here it comes." He pressed the head of his slippery cock against her ass and it slipped in a short ways. He paused and pushed a little farther, then pulled out a little. He pushed back in a bit further. Then back out. Then he was all the way in. He was still for a moment loving the feeling of the tightness around his cock. He pulled out most of the way and thrust back in. He moaned, "I can't do this long, you are so tight and feel so good. How do you like it, are you alright with it?" 

OH! Buck, I love it, it is a different feeling but I feel like I am going to cum very soon. I have never- Oh! I have never felt like this before. Oh! Yess, yess, yess. You please cum now I want to feel it."

"Here it comes, Uhnn, ughnn. Ahhh. Ohhhhh."

Lucy felt his penis deflate and she squeezed a little and it flopped out. She looked back at him and saw his eyes were closed. He still had his hands on her hips. "Are you alright?"

"Oh! Yes, I was just trying to memorize the way that felt, so I can remember it on a cold night when you are not with me."

"I hope that time never comes."

"Me too! "Did you cum?" 

"Yes, twice, that makes about forty for the night and it is only eleven o'clock."

"Let's rest for a bit. If we fall asleep and you feel me loving you in the night please don't be frightned. I just can't get eough of you and I don't want tomorrow to come."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to leave you."

"I am on vacation, I will go where you go. If we want it after we get to know each other better we can work things out so we can be together. I have some money saved if you need it for your plane."

"He laughed and held her tight, "That is so sweet of you, Darling, I don't need money. I have more than you and I can ever spend."

"I'm sorry, I thought you were broke."

"Not hardly, I have a little place up near Ocala, three hundred and sixty acres, my own six thousand foot landing strip with hangers for my eight airplanes. A huge house I don't use because it is too big. Rented barns and stables because I don't have time for horses. I have a lovely double wide trailer I live in next to my shop. Rebuilding old planes is my hobby, I never sell any of them. But I love you for offering. I will never, never, ever forget it."

"Do you really want to sleep? I want to lay here with you, nude as can be, and talk, and cuddle with you, then, when you are ready I will make love to you. You won't have to do a thing. I will ride you, cowboy, at least 'til the dawn comes and maybe 'till high noon." 

Buck awoke the next morning and didn't see Lucy. He walked to the bedroom door and listened, he heard nothing. He looked across the hall and saw his jeans on the bed. He slipped into them and made his way to the kitchen. No one was there. He found the back door and looked out, no one was in the back yard. He heard a door open and found Lucy coming in carrying a large bag. He followed her in the kitchen and held her by the shoulders, "I missed you." he said and held her at arms length and looked at her for a long moment then pulled her to him and kissed her long and passionately.

"Wow! I love your kissing, Buck. I missed you too. Why did you look at me so long? Do I have something on my face?"

"Baby girl, all you have on your face is pure beauty. I just couldn't believe you were as lovely as I remembered you being last night. I didn't think I had that much to drink, but I wanted to check. You ARE really gorgeous." 

"Why thank you, you look as handsome as you did last night. I jogged down to the store and got some things for breakfast and lunch. I can fix bacon or sausage and eggs anyway you want them. Gravy on bisquits or toast. Hash browns or grits. You name it. I aim to please you every way I can. I think I have fallen in love with you."

"I feel the same way, but we don't have to rush into anything. I am 99.9 percent sure of how I feel about you. Let's both be 100 percent sure, OK?"

"I have to confess, I do get mean and grouchy sometimes. I promise to show you one of my bad days so you can see if I am worth having around."

"That's fair, I had a bad day myself back in '73, I think it was."

"You are about to see how mad I can get." She started giggling and pulled him down for kiss.

"Just fix your favorite breakfast for two and I will be happy. I like everything. I like my fried eggs over light, but other than that I am at your mercy."


Pick Up



She asked, "What do you have to do for your plane today?"

"Well I am going to borrow your phone if I may and call and see if I an find a tire for my old bird." Then I will have to find a rental car and take the tire out and change it."

"We can use my car."

"Thank you, but I have ulterior motives. I will leave the rental car out there and take you back to Ocala with me. I am afraid to leave either my old girl or my new girl. I am afraid either one of them might get stolen from me." 

"I love your plan, some one might strip the old girl, I want you to strip me. You get on the phone, over there, and I'll fix breakfast so we can get on the road. I am worried about your plane too."

Buck found a used tire in Opa Locka and had them hold it for him. He called the airfield and checked on his plane. He talked to a mechanic and asked him to jack the old bird up and to be ready to change the tire about noon. The guy said there was no problem. Buck made several more calls and turned to find Lucy watching him. She said breakfast was ready. 

They ate a nice breakfast and got the kitchen cleaned up. Lucy liked the way Buck pitched right in and washed while she dried and put things away. 

"I like to leave every thing as clean and neat as I can, I hate leaving things messy. It is much nicer to come home to a clean place."

"I agree, however my place may not be up to your standards. I got up at three yesterday morning and thought I would be home before dark."

"I have been in bachelor's pads before, I don't expect too much. What a man thinks is neat and clean doesn't always please a woman."

" Well, my Dad lives with me off and on. I just blame it all on him."

"Sounds like a good plan." 

The rental car arrived an hour later and they picked up the tire and drove to the airstrip in the glades. The old war bird had been jacked up and the wheel and tire removed. The used tire was installed and Lucy helped Buck load the Duck with their baggage and the large cooler full of food Lucy wanted to take with them so they wouldn't have to go shopping. Buck took Lucy on his walk around inspection of the aircraft. She was surprised at the superb condition of the old plane. When they were through she said, "Buck, we have five year old jets I fly everyday that are not in as good shape as this old girl."

He smiled, "It pays to keep your girls in good shape, even baby girls."

"I am hardly a baby, but I love it when you call me that. It makes me tingle."

"This is one thing I hate about most of our war birds. You can't reach or touch your passengers."

The old Grumman checked out on run up and the R-1820 purred like a kitten. Just south of Orlando they encountered A small weather front, low clouds and light rain. Buck stayed clear of the weather and contacted the Miami Air Traffic Control Center and got an Instrument Flight Rules clearance to the Larimore Air Strip via direct. The Center had them in radar contact and vectored them around the Orlando traffic then sent them on their way. The rest of the flight was in the clouds. Lucy was supprised at how smooth and professional Buck was at instrument flight. He kept her informed about every thing he was doing, knowing that she, like most pilots was nervious about flying in an aircraft that was being flown by someone they hadn't flown with before. He told her that he was going to try an instrument approach to his field, but if they were not out of the clouds at 500 feet they would have to go to their alternate of Jacksonville. They had plenty of fuel. Lucy was getting concerned as they decended. She was not used to flying into uncontrolled air strips and she was nervious when he anounced over the Unicom frequency that they were attempting a landing at the Larimore Strip. They broke out of the clouds at 600 feet and were on the ground before she knew they were near the strip. Buck taxied to a large hanger and turned the plane to face away from the doors that were opening. He shut the engine off and waited until a man ran up with an umberella for each of them. He helped Lucy out of the plane and rushed her to the hanger. The other man helped Buck push the Duck into the hanger. Buck introduced Lucy to the older man, "Lucy this is my father, Fred Larimore, Dad, this beautiful baby girl is Lucy, I think I love her, and want to keep her, even if I don't know her last name." 

Fred Larimore looked at Lucy for a minute, then looked at Buck, "Son, if looks count, she is a real keeper. Let me give you a hug and a kiss young lady, I have a feeling I am welcoming you to the family."

Lucy smiled, "Great, I love hugging and kissing handsome Larimores."

Buck grinned, "Dad she is a pilot, actually a co-pilot with the airlines, so we can talk planes and she will understand."

"This child has an Air Transport Rating, you are kidding me. Where did you meet her?"

"Well, actually she flashed her gorgeous little bottom at me along the highway and I picked her up."

Lucy giggled and said, "Mr. Larimore, that isn't exactly how it happened, I saw the poor soul walking along a dirt road, ten miles from the nearest civilization and picked him up and took him home and he cleaned up pretty good so I decided to keep him for a while."

"Dear girl, please call me Fred, and I will call you Lucy, with your permission. And I guess what actually happened is some where between the two stories, I am just glad it happened. We need a lady around here."        

Buck grinned. "Look the sun is out. I'll dry off the golf cart and Dad and I will show you around the place." They rode past a large double wide mobile home and pulled up to another hanger. It contained two identical old T-6/SNJ trainers in U.S. Navy markings. They were spotless. There was also a twin engined SNB trainer in Navy markings. It was immaculate also. They saw three more hangers full of aircraft, some were wrecks and under repair. 

They drove for about a 150 yards and turned in on a drive flanked by huge old oak trees with a large house at the end. Lucy stared at the house. "This is yours too?" 

"Yep, Miz Lucy, this is part of the Larimore spread. That is the old ranch house, over there are the stables and barns which we have rented out because we don't have time for horses. The horse part is fenced from the rest of the place. The renters take care of the whole place on the outside as part of the rent. They are great. Never have to say a word to them about anything. They keep the place up like it was their own. Do you want to see the house now or wait till after lunch, and maybe a nap?"

Fred said, "You sick or something' boy, you never take a nap in the middle of the day?" Then he slapped his leg and laughed. Lucy dug him in the ribs and smiled sweetly at him, "I guess you don't have a lady friend or you wouldn't ask."

Buck laughed, "She got ya Dad, you see why I love her." 

"Kidding aside, I do see why you love her. Please don't loose her. Drop me off at my hanger and I will see you both later. I'll probably go out for dinner."

Buck showed Lucy the mobile home and she was very surprised at how nice it was. It was spotless and even his bed was neatly made. The room and bath were immaculately clean and neat. The house was quite large and Fred's rooms were at the other end. Lucy said, " we would never know if he were here" 

"He would know we are here if you scream with joy when we make love."

"Did I scream last night?"

"I don't know, I was busy."

"Mmmm, yes you were. Let's get our stuff in and we will see if we can remember what we were doing when I screamed. If we do it all over we can tell."

"I'll just buy the old fart some ear plugs if it bother's him."

"Don't talk about your dad that way, I don't like it."

"You are right, I really love him very much and he knows it. We tease each other a lot, don't think we do not love each other because we fuss, bitch, or tease."

They brought their bags in and Buck cleared several drawers in the dresser for her. There was an empty walk-in closet and an empty vanity in the bathroom for her things.

When every thing was put away Lucy pulled off her top and jeans. She walked to the door and shut it. She looked at him and pulled her panties slowly down. He was out of his clothes in a second and she saw his cock rapidly rise to a full erection. She threw her panties at him and jumped on the bed. She lay back and spread her legs. Buck accepted the invitation and crawled between her legs and buried his face in her pussy. He spread it apart and looked up at her and smiled, "Shall we start here, or do you want some foreplay?"

"I guess I am just a shameless slut but I have been wanting you all day, I can't wait any more. Please eat me and fuck me, now."

He licked the whole area around her pussy, then he parted the little folds of skin hiding her clit. He sucked on the little nub and flipped his tongue up and down over it, she grabbed his head and pulled his face harder into her pussy. He sucked and flipped his tongue harder, she squealed a little then began to shake and tremble. He felt her juices flow and spread the little pink lips as wide as they would go. His tongue darted in her love channel and he lapped up her sweet nectar. He loved the taste and smell of her arousal. She was cumming every few seconds now and he wanted to join her so he moved up over her and guided his cock to her slit were he rubbed it in her juices. Then he thrust in her hard and began stroking hard and fast. He slowed and reached and pulled her legs up over his shoulders raising her little ass some so he had a better angle. Then he resumed his thrusting. He slapped his pelvis into her ass with a loud wop, pulled out and thrust again and again and watched as she turned her head from side to side and moaned softly. She looked up at him and pulled his lips to hers. "I love you." she whispered. Another orgasm racked her body and he felt the pressure building in his loins. He knew he would cum soon. Stars flashed in his eyes and he felt the sensations flash through his body from his cock to his fingers and toes. He was as stiff as a board for several seconds then lifted off her and pulled her to his chest and kissed her and held her tight. She nuzzled his cheek and whispered, "That's exactly what I needed, now we can nap."

When they woke a couple hours later he told her to put on some shorts and a top and they would go look at the house. The golf cart was outside the mobile home and they rode to the house. It wasn't locked and they went in. Lucy noticed immediately that the ceilings were very high. There was a grand entry way or foyer and it led to a sweeping stairway. There were large rooms on either side. There was furniture covered with cloths in the rooms. One was a dinning room and the other was a parlor with a huge fireplace. Behind the dinning room was a very large kitchen. The appliances were very old types, Lucy's mind was seeing how she would change things. She grabbed Buck's hand and said, "Let's look at the upstairs." They ran up the stairs hand in hand. There were four bedrooms and bathrooms a master suite with a parlor with a fireplace, dressing rooms and a bath and twin vanities and showers. They looked at everything. The ceilings up stairs were as high as the ones below. The windows seemed very tall. Looking out they saw two smaller houses behind the main house. "Servants quarters", he explained, "Now you see why I don't live here. I would rattle around in here like a mouse on a basketball court."

"Darling it is huge but I love it. It has lots of possibilities. I would like my mother and father to see it. Poppa remodels old houses for a living and Mom works with him as a designer. He is an architect, she has a degree in interior design. I'll bet they would be able to tell you if it is usable."

"Where do they live?"

"In Tampa. I want you to meet them soon anyway." She turned and put her hands on either side of his face and looked into his eyes, "Please forgive me, I get excited about things and my mind just gallops ahead on it's own. I am NOT trying to rush you into anything. I will be perfectly happy in your double wide for as long as you will have me."

"Sweet baby girl, I can't see living without you as the biggest part of my life ever again. Life is very dull if you don't plan and dream of what you want. I dream of you in this house someday with it full of crying babies and screaming kids. Does that scare you?"

"Not a bit, if you are here with me. I would like to do some things with you first. I would love to wait five or ten years before we start a family. But if you have another timetable I will go with that. Can we just practice a while before we go for a homerun?"

"You mean practice making love until we get it right, then try for kids?"

"You got it lover."

They heard an aircraft motor start and walked to the window and saw a T6/SNJ taxiing toward the end of the strip.

"That's Pop. Watch him, he loves to work out his feelings on those old birds." The old Navy trainer stopped short of the runway and the engine run up was performed. Then it pulled on to the strip. The engine roared and the plane started it's takeoff roll. Half way down the strip the plane lifted off the grass and the wheels came up instantly. As the plane started it's climb one wing dropped, almost touching the grass. The plane continued to roll as it climbed until a complete roll was finished and it disappeared over the tops of the trees. Moments later it roared down the strip in the other direction. When it reached the middle of the strip it rolled inverted and pushed upward in the start of an outside loop, when it reached the vertical it rolled 180 degrees and continued an inside loop, at the top of the loop it did a four point 180 degree roll and the nose pushed down in an outside loop again, when the plane was headed straight down it rolled 180 degrees again completing the loop just a few yards above the ground. It disappeared over the trees at that end of the strip. 

Buck pointed the way it had gone. "He'll land now, watch this."

The SNJ appeared coming fast, just above the tree tops, then when it reached the end of the strip it snapped into a ninety degree bank and the engine quit. The plane continued it's tight 180 degree turn and as it rolled level at the end of the strip the gear came down just as the plane touched down. Lucy's hands covered her mouth. The plane rolled across the grass and stopped in front of it's hanger. 

"Jesus Christ, is he crazy? You can't do those things and live long."

"Lucy, he has been doing that for years. He has to prove to himself that he can still do it. I think he thinks of Mom and he really thinks it would be a grand way to go."

"That is so sad, does he date at all?" 

"Oh! Yeah, he dates and has a good time but he hasn't found another soul mate like he had in my mom, he is still looking. He will not settle for less. So they all seem to be short term relationships. He has brought home some very nice beautiful ladies, but they are just not quite right. I think they fall for him, but the spark isn't there for him. I really, really wish he would find someone."

"Buck, that little show he put on would be real scary if he did it two or three hundred feet higher. At the altitudes he does it at he has cut it down to where a hiccup will kill him. Absolutely the finest precision flying I have ever seen, but at a insane altitude."

"Will you tell him that, it might mean a lot coming from you, I can tell he has great respect for you."

"Is that him coming now on the ATV?"

"Yes, that is he, you talk to him, I am going out back for a few minutes."

Fred stopped the four wheeler by the steps and climbed off and smiled at Lucy, "Hi! Young Lady, is Buck around?"

"Yes, he went out back. Can we talk for a moment?"

"Sure, girl, how can I help you?"

"I watched your little show a bit ago. I want you to know that I think it was the finest piece of precision flying I have ever seen. However I watched Buck part of the time. He is so proud of you, but I don't think that is the reason he has tears running down his cheeks and all his fingers crossed while you do it. You are scaring him to death, he doesn't want to loose you. He says you do it to prove to yourself you can still do it, suppose you are wrong, who suffers, you will likely die instantly but Buck will have to live with it. You may kill him too! I love him, I don't want him hurt. Do it three hundred feet higher at least. He will be just as proud of you if you never do it again. Please forgive me, I guess it is really none of my business."

Fred looked at her for several seconds, he nodded, "Sweetheart, you are 100 percent correct, it is a very selfish thing to do. Thank you. If you love my boy, it IS your business. Please pardon me for my stupidly."

Lucy put her arms around his neck and kissed him softly on the lips, "You are forgiven."

Buck said, "Hey! What's going on behind my back."

Fred looked at him, "Sonny, I'm trying to steal your girl. Watch your step. I love her, she just chewed me out and reamed my ass for my low flying, and made me love her for doing it. Now that is a real classy broad who can do that. Watch your six, Bubba! She is a real keeper." 

"I know Dad, I love her too."

"Lucy, have you ever been in a SNJ." asked Fred. "Have you ever flown a tail dragger?"

"No to both questions, but I would love to." 

"Buck, we are going to check her out in the old Texan tomorrow. Give her a handbook to study tonight if she has time. Either way we will take the two birds out tomorrow. OK with you guys?"

Lucy grinned, "Who do I fly with?"

Buck said, "I think you should fly with Dad, He is the best teacher I know. And it is hard for me to correct you. I love you and it would hurt me to yell at you."

Lucy and Buck had dinner then Lucy read the handbook. She looked at Buck and said, "Wow! Most of these systems are real archaic."

"Sure they are, these aircraft are almost sixty years old, they are true antiques."

"What are the most important things to look out for?"

"Well both our planes have what they called a 'Power Push' valve or button. You push the button which activates the hydraulic system, then engage the action you want. So to raise the landing gear you push the 'Power Push' button, then pull the gear lever up. The button turns off after a minute by its self. The other thrill is taxiing. Sitting in a three point attitude you can not see directly in front of the plane because the nose of the plane is in the way. You have to continuously make S-turns to see where you are going. One other thing is that the rudder is extremely effective at all speeds. Remember that Dad in the rear seat can't see as well as you can. You have a lever that locks and unlocks the tail wheel. Lock it when you are lined up for take off, after landing unlock it to taxi." 

"Sounds like fun."

"It really is, just remember, they used to say that if you were proficient in this aircraft, you could fly anything. A number of modern pilots find the aircraft a very educational and often frustrating experience. Dad is a very good instructor. And I can tell he is already very fond of you. If you have trouble don't worry about it, you do not have to do this."

"The hell I don't, do you guys think I am going to let you rag me for the rest of my life? Get serious."

"We wouldn't do that, I promise."

"Why don't you show me some moves with your joy stick,

big guy." 

"I may have one you haven't seen, come on and we'll go to bed and try and find a new one even if it takes hours and hours."

"Hurry up, I'm right behind you."

"Is that a clue of some sort?"

"Shut up and get in bed."

It was a little cool and they snuggled together kissing and caressing each other. Buck pulled the covers up over them and turned out the light. Lucy had a hold on his cock and Buck had some fingers up inside her pussy. Lucy pulled her hand away and put it on his chest and gently rubbed it. She cuddled closer to him and he felt her soft breath on his cheek. He tried to pull out of her but she reached down and held his hand there. "I love to feel you there." she murmured. They were soon asleep.




Pick Up



In the morning Buck awoke with a hot wet mouth encircling his cock. He looked down to find Lucy smiling at him. She lifted her head and said, "Just lay back and let me love you my Darling." He dropped his head to his pillow and closed his eyes. She slowly licked and kissed his cock giving special attention to the head. Her hands moved up and down the shaft in time with the movements of her mouth. Her saliva had the length of his cock nice and slippery. The exquisite feel of her mouth and tongue brought his sensations to a point where he thought all the tactile receptors in his body were concentrated on the head of his penis. The sensitivity grew to the point where he could no longer resist the ecstasy surging through his core. He gasped and stiffened, unable to control himself as his cum erupted in spurt after spurt of thick white goop into the sweet mouth of this girl.

"Mmmmm, better than orange juice any morning." She whispered. "Was it a nice way to wake up?" He reached down and pulled her up over his body. He hugged her and kissed her lips. She slipped her tongue covered with his cum into his mouth. The taste startled him at first until he realized he was tasting himself. He whispered, "I love you baby girl, I really do. Please marry me very soon. You might as well, I am never going to let you go."

"Buck, I love you too. Yes, Yes, Yes, when ever you want."

They had just finished breakfast when they heard the sound of a radial aircraft engine start up. It idled for a few minutes then roared for a moment and was still.

"Dad is up, I believe. I think he is calling you dear Lucy." Another engine sputtered to life, smoothed to an idle before it roared and was quiet. Lucy hurried back in their room and was out dressed in a blue flight suit and wore a matching ball cap with the ponytail out the back. She had a cloth jacket and soft boots. Buck ran in and dressed in jeans and a shirt and had a jacket in his hand. Lucy cleaned the rest of the dishes while he was gone.

They walked out to the two planes and greeted Fred who was checking them over. Buck smiled at his father, "We have decided to get married. We haven't set a date yet, but I doubt it will be very far off." Tears ran down Fred's cheeks as he hugged and kissed both of them. "Congratulations, wonderful, you guys just made me very happy. I think I'll do a double snap roll on take off to celebrate.. .. Just kidding, no more showing off. Lucy, dear, do you know the old fighter pilots creed was?"

"No, I heard their breakfast was a puke and a cigarette."

"Right, the creed was, 'Give me a crowd of three and I'll kill myself.' I'm not going to do that anymore, I want to hold my grand babies."

Lucy smiled and said, "That makes us very happy, Dad."

Fred turned his head and wiped a tear away and said he had dust in his eye. "Let's go flying. Your head set is in the seat of the plane Lucy, we don't wear chutes or helmets. Let Buck help you up and adjust the seat and petals for you. I think you will need an extra cushion on the seat. One is in the plane." Fred waited till Lucy was all strapped in and Buck kissed her and climbed down. Fred climbed up beside her and gave her a cockpit check out. He knew Buck had done the same thing but he wanted to be sure. He told her they were going to make a formation takeoff and do a few familiarization circuits of the area to get her oriented. Then he would land and let her taxi and take off. They would play it by ear after that. He walked back on the wing and climbed into the rear cockpit. They checked out the intercom then he coached her through starting the engine. When it was running he looked at Buck who gave him a thumbs up, his plane was running and he was ready to go. Fred told Lucy he was switching the radio on, then he checked in with Buck. Buck answered back and Fred watched Buck taxi out. Lucy was surprised at how little you could see in front of the plane on the ground. She saw why the S-turns were the only way to see ahead of the plane. Buck taxied out and held short of the strip. He did his run up to check out the engine. Fred talked Lucy through her run up. They heard Buck call Ocala tower and advise them that they would be taking off as a flight of two and would be operating below 5000 feet with their transponders on." Lucy saw Buck look at them and smile. He taxied out on the strip. Fred taxied out and stopped beside him. She thought he was way too close, there was only a few feet between the wing of their plane and the tail of Bucks plane. Buck looked at them, nodded and the noise of the engine got loud and the planes started to roll. The rumbling noise of the plane on the grass strip was loud also. Then they were air born and Fred told Lucy to press the Power push button and raise the gear. She looked and saw the gear on Buck's plane disappear in the belly. The distance between the planes remained constant as Buck started a right turn, she noticed Fred had to drop down a bit during the turn. She saw the control stick make almost invisible adjustments and she saw the trim wheels by the throttle move a number of times and the throttle it's self move back as they leveled off. She could tell Fred was making constant adjustments to maintain his position on Buck's wing. Buck looked at her and grinned, he made a hard turn away from them and climbed as he turned. There was no change in the position of their plane relative to Buck's plane. It was as if their aircraft was linked by chains to Buck's plane. She knew she would never be able to do this so effortlessly. She felt that there was no way Buck could get away from Fred being right where he was. Fred pointed out the landmarks in the area. Fred called on the radio and told Buck to take them out over the Ocklawaha and St. Johns rivers then circle back and show Lucy the main roads and the interstate highway, I-75. 

When they completed the tour he told Buck he was taking the lead. He flew straight and level for a few minutes and then told Lucy she had control of the aircraft. It took her a few minutes to get used to the stick forces and rudder force needed to control the plane. He told her to do what ever she wanted to try. He was pleasantly surprised when she pulled back on the power and kept raising the nose of the plane until she felt the edge of the stall and added power to maintain her altitude. She lowered the landing gear and added power to compensate for that. Then she lowered the flaps too. More power was added. The altitude had not varied more than a few feet during the process. Fred asked her if she knew where the landing strip was. She said it was at seven o'clock at about ten miles. 

"OK Sweetheart take us home, clean the plane up and go back to cruise power and descend to one thousand feet. Are you familiar with the Military Break or pitch out approach?"

"I know what it is but I have never used one."

"I'll try and coach you through it. You want to give yourself a straight in approach to the strip at one thousand feet for about two miles or so giving you a chance to locate traffic and space yourself, if necessary. You can also call the tower if one is there and generally get ready to land. Do you recall the nose high attitude you had during slow flight just before the burble occurred prior to the stall with the gear and flaps down?"

"Yes, I do."

"Great, that is the attitude we want to fly after we slow down in the pattern. We will control our speed and altitude with the power. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

You are doing great, we are at one thousand feet, about five miles out. Now when we cross the end of the strip at a thousand feet you are going to bank hard left at about 45 to 50 degrees and make a 180 degree turn maintaining altitude but slowing to eighty knots. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"You are doing just fine, I am holding my hands in the air over my head so Buck can see you have the plane. There is the end of the strip where you will start your turn, that's good, bring the power back. Great, Power Push and gear down, and half flaps. Good girl. Buck is on your wing grinning like a monkey. You are doing fine, now you are at the end of the strip start your approach turn, descending as you turn to roll out about fifty feet or so high over the threshold, if there was one. Add a tad of power, a little more, that's good your gear is showing down and locked, you have half flaps, your air speed is on the money. Ease back a hair on the power, you are in the three point attitude, just fly it into the ground and pull the power off when we touch down. Check your tail wheel is locked. Steady, Hey! You are good, sweetie, I love it. Back a hair more on the power, get on the rudders easily and control our heading after touch down, we are down, good landing. Buck is going around again so you can see how it looks from the ground. What did you think, nothing to it babe! You did good. turn around and head back toward the end of the strip, stay well to the left so Buck has room to land, that is the way to S-turn, very good, stop here. I guess your ears are sore from my yacking. You were very good, how did you like it?"

Lucy looked at her shaking hands and said, "That was fun, you are a very good instructor. I have never landed that way before. The landing was not smooth but you have complete control."

"Yes, girl, if you touch down on the front side of the wheels this aircraft will bounce. Often very high. That can leave you way above the ground with no airspeed and very little control over what happens next. They used to teach a full stall landing which is smoother, but is trickier. If you stall too high or too low it can be embarrassing. Safe and controlled is better than smooth."

"I loved it. The rudder is really effective isn't it. You sure go blind out the front as you touch down."

"Yeah, that is why you want to still be in your turn until just before you touch down. A long straight in is handled differently. There, Buck greased that landing, he is very good. Taxi out and hold until he is clear. When you are ready give it the power being ready to compensate for the engine torque with the rudder, holding the tail wheel on the ground for a second until you have good rudder control. Go for it, girl. Good, You have it, good, get your gear up. Ha! You forgot the Power Push! Get the flaps up too, we really rarely use flaps on take off. You are doing great, circle back around and stay at 1000 feet. You are doing great. When we get a couple miles south turn back and head in for the break. You get to do this one on your own if you think you are ready."

"I'm ready, Fred."

Lucy performed very well without comment from the back seat. The landing felt good. He had her make a touch and go then he was quite as she did two more landings.

"Lucy on this landing I want you to make a full stop and taxi over to where Buck is." When they were stopped he opened his canopy and climbed out on the wing and went forward and pulled her canopy open startling her. 

He leaned in and kissed her, "Go fly, girl, it's your plane." He turned and went back and jumped off the wing and ran to the side and waved at her to go. He turned his back as she gave a burst of power to get rolling and taxied out.

He walked over to where Buck was standing. Buck looked at him, "Is she ready?"

"Son, would I be standing here if she wasn't? That's my baby girl up there too!" They watched the plane disappear in the distance. They were getting very nervous when she was out of sight for about thirty minutes. Then Fred shouted, "There she is." The plane was coming fast and low over the trees. As it passed them it did a perfect slow roll, then disappeared over the trees at the other end of the strip.

They looked at each other. She was out of sight for a few more minutes. Then she appeared inbound in the distance. The plane did a perfect pitch out and swept around and touched down with out a bounce and taxied to them. She shut the engine off and Buck was on the wing before the prop was still. He helped her unstrap and helped her out of the cockpit. He hugged her and kissed her standing on the wing. She climbed down and ran to Fred who held his arms out for a hug. Fred kissed her and stepped back. He shook his finger under her little nose, "If I ever see you pull another damned fool stunt like that again I will ground your little ass for good. You scared the shit out of us."

"Bullshit, you loved it and you know it. I practiced at a safe altitude before I tried it."

Fred laughed and grinned at her, "Right, but I thought Buck was going to wet his britches. You taught us hero men a lesson. It is much scarier from down here if it is someone you love." Buck was holding her tightly now with tears in his eyes. They all stood quietly for a moment. Then Buck stepped back and looked at his family. "Raise your right hands. Repeat after me, I promise to do no more aerobatics below 5000 feet, so help me God." They repeated the pledge.



Pick Up



I met him in a bar. Yes, I know, of all the places to try and meet a guy, the bar was not my first choice. One warning that is universal, 'never date a guy you meet in a bar'. Good advice that I usually found easy to follow, but then I saw him. 

I went to California to visit an old friend and wanted to have a drink before I turned in for the night to my clean, simple and affordable hotel room. Anything was better than staying with Scott. Scott's great; funny, active, kind and a wonderful ally, but he's a slob, a true bachelor. Although I loved seeing him whenever I could, unfortunately it usually had to be somewhere outside of his apartment. I entertained the thought that maybe he would tidy up this time because he knew I was coming. Seriously? Who was I kidding? It hadn't happened in the 10 years I had known him so far, I couldn't really expect that things would be different this time. Besides I loved him because of who he was, not in spite of it.

I drove all the way from central Canada and it was about seven o'clock once I had settled and finished putting my stuff away. I wasn't planning on hooking up with Scott until the next day so I had the rest of the night to myself. I remembered passing a bar on the way to the hotel. I was glad it was just around the corner. No need to get the car out of parking and besides, it was a nice night. I knew I would enjoy the walk after the many hours it took me to get there. 

I hesitated before going in; it looked busy. I'm a pretty shy, anti-social person when alone; a busy bar was not the kind of place I would have preferred to spend time, but I needed something stronger than a coffee in a dark and cozy coffee house. Then I remembered; 'Shit... playoffs'. It was bad enough I didn't watch hockey, but to be in a bar during playoffs? What was I thinking? 

Oh well, I was already there, and it was better than a boring night in the hotel room. I walked in and headed straight for the bar. I tried not to look at anyone, but could feel them looking at me. I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I hated to be the centre of attention, let alone in the middle of a bar. Most women eat this shit up but I am so, not that girl. I was convinced they were judging me; a woman alone in a bar, they're probably thinking that I'm either a whore, here to meet a friend or just pathetic. I was banking on the meeting a friend thing. I just wanted a beer and then I'd leave. Easy cheesy right? 

I was thankful for the TV screen in front of me even if it was hockey. During playoffs I would expect nothing less. I was actually getting in to the game when I started to sense someone watching me. The bar was getting louder as more people filtered in. I took a quick glance around and saw a bunch of different eyes on me but all very casual. I went back to nursing my beer, but couldn't shake the feeling of someone staring at me. I slowly turned and looked down one end of the bar. There were two groups of guys hanging out being loud. They were only two stools from me and although two of the guys had noticed me turn to look, none of them had any real interest in prolonging the exchange. 

I wished this bar was like the ones in the old westerns. The kind that had mirrors behind all the liquor bottles so the good guy could see the bad guys minutes before it was all shot to hell. Unfortunately this was no western and there were no mirrors. So if I really wanted to see who was staring I was going to have to look around again. Like I made mention before, I am shy, so searching out a bar full of men for someone that may or may not be staring at me was something I couldn't do very comfortably. But I tried again anyway. I couldn't get rid of the feeling and I was never one to let a puzzle go unanalyzed. 

I took a deep breath and looked down the other end of the bar, there too, was a group of guys mulling about, drinking and having a good, loud time watching the game. Well, all except one. He made eye contact with me but didn't attempt to look away. 

I once watched a documentary about how to flirt with men. The show had a whole hoard of stupid ideas and theories behind why they worked. The only one I could wrap my mind around was 'the stare'. Most people can't look at a stranger for more than 5 seconds. And if you managed to make eye contact last ten, chances are the other person was interested, but if you could make it 15...well, you were basically asking the person to fuck you. And this guy, at the end of the bar, was about to surpass 10 sec.

I smiled slightly in recognition and turned my head back to the screen in front of me and took a long swig of my beer. I was blushing all over and prayed he didn't notice, that he didn't take our interaction as an invitation. He was out of my league. But oh man did I want to look again, he was gorgeous; and I was single; and alone; and in my prime and thinking it had been way too long. I took another drink.

Dammit Sam, use your head, this is a bar and you don't pick up. 

I glanced over a couple of times and yup; each time he was still looking. 

Didn't he have anything else to do? I mean, I am not the only woman in the bar and the waitresses are hot. 

I have to admit though, I did like the attention. I could sense him staring at me, intently, and it made my whole body blush. 

He was so unbelievably handsome. He was muscular and had well defined arms and broad shoulders, and the most amazingly tender, blue eyes that at that moment were penetrating right through me. His hair was blonde and spiky and slightly receding, but I found it very striking and attractive. I desperately wanted to feel how smooth the top of his head was on my lips or how the coarseness of his goatee, might feel against the inside of my thighs. Whoa girl, calm, yourself.

From the corner of my eye I could see the group move closer to me and I sat straighter in my seat; nervous that he would approach me; insane thinking, I know, in general, guys like him don't look at women like me. I could feel my body reacting despite my attempt at control. I took another drink.

The bar had filled up, and now there were bodies pushing into the back of me. I was glad I got a stool before the crowd filled in. I glanced one more time down the bar and the group was gone. Part of me was relieved, another disappointed. 

Defeated, I motioned to the bartender for another beer, but as I went to pay for it a long, strong arm reached over my shoulder to pay the bartender. Before I could protest, the bartender had turned and was serving another guy further down the bar. 

I turned to see who was so presumptuous as to assume I wanted my drink paid for and it was him. He was the body pressed against my back, warm and firm. An immediate awareness took over my body, heat radiated up from my core. I didn't look at him but thanked him. 

"Thank you," I said looking down at the drink, too quiet to be heard over the music. 

Placing his palm flat on the bar, he leaned in beside me, his cheek brushed against mine. "Sorry?" he said, his voice calm and deliberate.

My skin tingled as the heat from his chest seared through the back of my shirt. He smelled so fresh and clean with a hint of mint. His rum and coke breath infused the air between us as he spoke. I looked straight ahead, confused by my anxiousness and immense attraction for a man I didn't know. 

I cleared my throat and spoke a little louder, "Thank you."

"My pleasure," he said, a smile curving the edges of his mouth. "I think you're blushing. Damn that's sexy. I want to play a game." 

I felt his arm holding the back of my stool and I attempted to turn my head but he was too close as he bent to speak, his breath heating my face. I turned, eyes front. 

He spoke surprisingly soft, but I heard him very distinctly. "My mission will be to try to make you whimper while you attempt to act normal, like nothing is going on. You will stay still no matter what I do. Even when you start to feel my hands touching you."

I was having trouble breathing with the brick caught in my throat. I tried to answer but only a whisper escaped "I—don't kn--,"

"Did I say you could speak?" His voice was commanding and louder than before. It startled me and I instinctively shook my head, purring into submission. My heart was pounding, threatening to break out of its protective home behind my ribs. The stimulation this man was creating deep within me was astonishing and intriguing. Part of me wanted to run and part of me needed to stay. The decision however was not mine to make because he had effectively boxed me in. His right hand was on the bar and his body, and the bodies of two other unseen people behind me, left me no easy escape. Although, I had to admit that it wasn't altogether a terrible place to be. I knew his serene dominance was innocuous. 

The wide neck line of my low cut t-shirt, not only showed my arousal by the flush on my chest, but it allowed him access to my neck. He tenderly brushed the hair from my shoulder and laid out his tactical objective in my ear.

"I am going to kiss the back of your neck and shoulders first. You'll feel my tongue on your body." I shivered as his hands ran up and down my arms. His voice was velvety and sexy; I melted into its persuasive pull, letting it speak to my body. I dipped my head forward slightly as his mouth gently kissed the back of my neck.

"You'll enjoy my lips sliding up your neck to your ears, and tilt your head slightly so I can nibble on them."

As he did what he was describing, I submitted and tilted my head, my body moving under some kind of spell. Goose bumps assaulted every inch of my body. I squirmed in my seat as the wetness between my legs threatened to embarrass me. His soft, warm lips brushed lightly against the shell of my ear, and I shuddered with awareness as his damp breath feathered against the sensitive skin just below my lobe. My heartbeat quickened and the sounds of the bar faded to a dull murmur, with only the slow sultry bass beat of an R&B tune filtering through. 

"Mmm, you smell so good. Put your hands on the bar. I'm going to slide my hands down your sides, following the gentle slope of your waist to the womanly flare of your hips." He reached around me with both arms; his mouth kissed my temple and then my cheek. This stranger wasn't just seducing me. I felt safe and protected in his arms. Every ounce of my marrow told me he was different. 

"Sit very still now as I open your legs a little and rest my hands just on your inner thighs." His throaty voice infused with a taunting amount of amusement, coaxed my legs opened, as well as something a little deeper.

"Turn your face to me so I can kiss you while my hands explore you." 

I turned my head slightly and blinked at him languidly, as I met his gaze. His eyes were dark with desire, deep oceans of blue, primal and intense. But his commanding demeanour was belayed by the honesty there too. He hesitated for a second, and then kissed me as he said he would, but with such tenderness I had to catch my breath. His mouth was enchanting; I felt like Alice falling down a deep rabbit hole. Then he spoke into my mouth bringing me back to the present. Face to face.

"Breathe baby. Focus on my hand moving up your thighs." 

Focus on his hands? Man I can barely focus on breathing.

"Just barely touching you, over your mound, across your tummy and up underneath your top...mmm baby your skin is so smooth. Up over your ribs until I'm cupping your breasts. Bet you're really nervous now."

I gasped again as his thumbs brushed over my nipples. The blood pounding in my head made me feel dizzy and I arched into him needing his support. He stood fast, as he kissed me with stronger intent. I felt exposed, watched by everyone in the bar, as his hands warmed my breasts. I moved my arms to cover, trembling with anticipation not fear. I lost myself in the kiss, oblivious to my surroundings, my body relaxing further, surrendering deeper.

He growled his approval into my mouth, "I love the feel of your nipples getting hard in my hands, pinching them and rolling them between my fingers, running my thumbs back and forth across your peaks. I want to feel you in my mouth." He kissed me, his tongue tangling with mine. "Moan for me baby; let me know how much you like me touching you. Moan for me."

I complied, but with honesty, trusting myself in his hands. He trembled slightly and pulled back from me. I suddenly became aware that maybe he was losing a little of his control too. I followed his mouth, not wanting the kiss to stop, but eventually I turned back to face the bar, struggling to keep my eyes open.

Speaking into my ear again, his voice betraying nothing, he continued his assault on my senses, "I'm going to slowly inch my fingers beneath your waistband now, but I want you to smile innocently." I smiled, as he touched me precisely as he said. His actions merged with the sound of his voice and his descriptions were intoxicating me. My desire was rocketing to the edge. I was loosing my control and felt like I was spiralling into a very dangerous fantasy.

"My fingers tips are tracing the edge of your panties; rubbing up against your pussy while I stand closer to you. Can you feel me pressing against you; do you find it sexy when I'm rubbing your pussy with people around?" He kissed my temple.

"Ye--," 

"Shhh, don't talk just enjoy me touching you and drink your beer." He was so persuasive. My thoughts were too foggy to locate my beer and when I did my hand shook as I lifted the bottle to my mouth. 

"My fingers are going to press along your slit, firmly on your lips with my fingertips while I let them drift up and down your gorgeous mound, exploring you while you sit there like nothing is going on. Can you feel my fingers? Do you like it?" His breath was becoming choppy and I could feel his heart pound against my back. He was becoming more aroused with every new tactic, making it just as hard for him as it was for me. 

I nodded this time, having learned my lesson. I quickly scanned the bar praying nobody was aware of our little exchange and the level of arousal I was climbing to. To my relief, nobody was even looking in our direction. The bar had become so busy in the last hour, that bodies were pressed into every corner; the music was much louder now and I was pretty sure no one was watching the game anymore. 

He was more deliberate, more eager, and his and moves were less controlled. His lips touched the inside of my ear, sending a new wave of shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes and tilted my head towards his lips.

"I want to tug at your panties, pulling them aside so I can slip my fingers in between your lips", and then he did. There was a low grumble that I felt against my back when he discovered that I was bare. "Oh shit baby you're so wet...so slippery and smooth. You like when I touch you like this, rubbing your bare slit as I dip my fingers in your juices?"

I nodded slower. Time seemed to be sluggish and it was getting harder and harder to keep my vision clear, every thing was becoming grey and dull. I thought I was going to faint.

"How badly do you want me to take you home now? I think we need to find a place where I can really explore you. It's getting harder and harder to tease you now, I want you so badly." He said as his fingers trembled inside of me.

I turned to look him straight in the eyes, feeling particularly audacious at the discovery of a break in his armour. His overconfident mission was F.U.B.A.R.

"How hard?" I asked obviously taking the field. 

"Mahogany sweetheart." But that was going to be his last attempt at controlling this little tryst.

I couldn't stand it any more, this man was driving me wild and it was my turn to play. I had won the battle; no whimper. Astonishingly, I had a sudden surge of courageousness. I pulled his hand out of my skirt and in one fluid movement I turned, got off my stool and inserted his fingers into my mouth. Slowly and provocatively I sucked them clean, one by one, my eyes locked on his. Deeply his fingers plunged into my throat and slowly I sucked them as I pulled them out, sending a message of what was to come. 

His breath caught in his throat and his mouth hung open. I could feel similar reactions from the men surrounding us. And this incited me further.

"Anyone ever tell you payback is a bitch?" I spoke loud enough, but his eyes, and the eyes of the others, were still on my mouth. 

"Come dance with me," I said in a deep throaty tone, while I stepped around my bar stool. Although it took all the will I had and I knew the colour of my face betrayed me, I pressed my body against his and urged him to move, backing against the crowd.

"No, I-- I don't dance." His voice was shaky as he executed an evasive manoeuvre that had him quickly turning me so he was facing the crowd. Cautious and careful he held his arms at the ready, by his sides. 

My hand dropped to the waistband of his jeans and I hooked two fingers into his belt loop. Turning toward the mob of people on the dance floor, I tugged at him to follow, leaving him with only two options...to accompany me or take the risk of me ripping his pants off. 

I led him into the middle of writhing bodies gyrating to the slow groove of the music. We stood there in the crush of people with not much room to move without bumping in to someone and I took advantage of our close proximity. Encircling my arms around his neck, I drew him as close as two bodies could get with their clothes on, from my breasts all the way down to my knees. I moved against him slowly and rhythmically in a way that was completely inherently sexual. 

I brought his head to me and pressed my mouth against his ear to be heard. "Dance with me," I said in a hot whisper. "I want to feel your body moving against mine."

My suggestive invitation devastated his previous dominance. He had no idea how I managed to turn the tables and provoke him into doing something he normally wouldn't do. Splaying a hand on my lower back and cupping my hip in his other palm, he melded our lower bodies and wedged a leg between mine. Angling my pelvis intimately closer, he slid his knee higher, pressed deeper, pushing until I rode his hard thigh. The damp heat of me seeped through his jeans and he groaned at the incredible surge of hot carnal lust that kicked up his adrenaline. "Yes," the word left my lips drowned out by the loud music, but he knew what that acquiescence meant, knew what I ached for and knew he was about to take me exactly where I wanted to go; then and there.

He rocked me tighter against his thigh building slow illicit friction that made my eyes darken with need. Strobe lights pulsed in time to the music and nobody paid attention to us, nobody cared that I was wrapped securely in his arms straddling his thigh performing my own private dance just for him.

Our scandalous behaviour was reckless and wildly exciting. My breathing got deeper and skipped around in my lungs like lashes fluttered closed and I arched into him, gripping his shoulders for better leverage, a tighter fit. Recognizing the signs of my approaching climax, his own breathing deepened and he started to sweat. Ecstasy flitted across my face as my head fell back and my lips parted in the throes of supreme pleasure. My legs clenched around his, my hips undulated and he absorbed the shudders that rippled through me.

The moment was so erotic so insanely arousing. Although I could keep my orgasm discreet in a public place, men just didn't have that luxury and his own release would have to wait until we could be alone and he could take matters into his own hands. 

I opened my eyes and looked up with a soft content smile as one song segued into another, my satiated body gradually came alive again swaying provocatively, enticingly along the length of his. Tempting him, teasing him. I turned around in his arms aligning our bodies front to back. Raising my hands above my head, I shimmied my hips against his groin inflaming him with the uninhibited tactic. The effect ravaged his senses and destroyed the last thin thread of his control.




Pick Up



Cursing beneath his breath he grabbed me around the waist and locked me tight against his chest, uncaring that I could feel the branding heat of his erection nestled between my buttocks. "We're leaving now," he growled into my neck.

I didn't fight, I just followed quietly. I wanted this man. I wanted to touch him and kiss him anywhere and everywhere and I wanted to do it now. He led me to his SUV and opened the door for me. I hesitated and looked over to him. Although his smile was genuine he was visibly impatient, the carnal cravings burning through his eyes. I submissively lowered mine.

"Get in. I'm taking you to my place." He lingered, letting me make the decision for myself. I ran through the dangerous thoughts in my head and decided to trust my instinct and got in. I waited for him to take his place behind the wheel. The drive was surprisingly quiet and the erotic tension was tangible. He took my hand in his and in an exceptionally tender gesture, kissed my fingers. I studied his face as he drove, memorizing every line and detail. This man stirred me, and something in my heart ached for more. 

His place was nice and tidy, masculine, with a touch of style and it smelled clean. It was sparsely furnished with huge over stuffed couch, a leather king chair with ottoman and aside from a very expensive fake tree the rest was usual bachelor pad necessities, including a wide screen TV mounted to the wall. I couldn't help but wonder if he always kept it this way or if he had intended on company this evening. He threw his keys on the coffee table and led me straight to his bedroom.

His bedroom smelled of him. Lived in and warm. His bed was inviting, sheets and blanket thrown about it. And it was right beside a mirrored closet door. My mind raced with the possible visions I might see reflected tonight. How erotic it would be to watch him touching me and laying on top of me and thrusting into me... 

"Oh my God! I love this bed." I threw myself onto his bed face first with a sigh of pleasure and inhaled his scent. 

"You're so cute. I'm glad you like it." He smiled down at me and hummed his chuckle. There was something so sweet about the way he laughed at me, was amused with me. It made me feel young and fresh. He fell in beside me on his back. I turned my head to look at him. 

He really was a very handsome man. His eyes were a deep, sapphire blue and his skin, although slightly weathered, only hinted at his years, his wrinkles cradling his eyes as he smiled. He had a beautiful prominent nose, maybe German, and his goatee accentuated the curve of his mouth as he grinned.

Looking at me affectionately he whispered, "You're so beautiful." He locked me in his stare, intense and truthful. My heart melted.

He reached over, the warm blunt tips of his fingers feathered the inside of my thighs and my legs widened of their own accord, welcoming his caresses. Bolder still he slipped his hand beneath the hem of my skirt; he came into contact with the barrier of my panties. Following the panel of silk to my feminine mound, he encountered the warm wet evidence of my arousal.

Groaning deep in his throat at what he'd discovered he rubbed the damp slick fabric against my swollen aching flesh and plied my clitoris with slow circular strokes.

It seemed my climax at the bar had only whetted my appetite for more because that easily, that quickly, another orgasm beckoned. Instinctively I arched my hips against his hand, my fingers biting in the sheets as I braced myself. I trembled at the sensations washing over me, moaned at the heated pressure building inside me, needing more, needing him.

I glanced up at him. His features were etched with a searing hunger, his eyes feverish and hot. He wanted me too, and that knowledge thrilled me. I slid off the bed and kneeled at the edge.

"Com'ere." My eyes begged him.

I eased his knees apart and moved between so that his thighs bracketed my waist. I reached for the waist band of his jeans and unfastened the top button. I gripped the tab of his zipper but before I could ease it down and over the enormous erection straining the front of his pants, I placed an open mouthed kiss on the taut material stretching across his groin. I rubbed my cheek against his heat and breathed in the musky male scent of his arousal. 

Yanking his shirt out of his jeans I worked it up over his head and tossed it to the floor. Suddenly bare my eyes feasted on his shoulders, strong and defined. My fingers were compelled to experience what he felt like. I explored every bump and groove of his beautiful body. Down his arms and back up; across his chest, luxuriating in the tickle of his hair against my palm. 

I leaned in to kiss his nipples...licking it and nibbling on them, his moans of enjoyment made the air in my lungs feel like kites in a hurricane. Kissing and caressing down his stomach to the edge of his pants, his gaze was intent and concentrated on me. I smoothed my palm down the elongated bulge hidden under the denim. Heat radiated off him, singeing my fingers. His gaze darkened like midnight, and his mouth twisted with a smile that reflected wry humour and unmistakable arousal.

The proof of his desire was screaming to be released from confinement. I carefully dragged the zipper of his jeans down, anxious to free him to my avid gaze, my eager touch. I pulled down his boxers and took the hard throbbing length of his penis in my hand.

He sucked in a deep breath and his hips bucked as I stroked experimentally. Awed by the impressive size of him, spellbound by the hot velvety texture of his rigid flesh I slid my fingers lower and gently fondled his taut sac. His eye squeezed shut and his jaw locked and I watched in fascination as the muscles in his abdomen flexed and rippled.

Sharp awareness and acute need flared in my belly like a ball of fire and spread through my bloodstream soliciting slick erotic warmth between my thighs, I looked up at his face flushed with aroused colour, his gazed heavy-lidded with unbridled lust and primal need, a need I wanted to satisfy.

"Tell me what you want, what you like." I whispered.

He brought my hand to his mouth and licked my palm and fingers thoroughly dampening my skin. Wrapping my fingers around the hard base of his cock, he guided my hand slowly, firmly up the length of his shaft, then down again.

He taught me exactly what he liked, told me with a moan how much he enjoyed my touch. I picked up his rhythm quickly, completely enthralled at the way his erection pumped through my tight fist, the way the head of his penis popped in and out, pulsating, growing impossibly longer and harder with each stroke. His hand abandoned mine as he braced his hands on the mattress and leaned back offering himself up to me. I blatantly looked my fill of his naked body, brushed my thumb over the smooth broad tip of his cock and he shuddered in response. I rose up on my knees, shifted between his thighs and skimmed my soft sleek lips along his chest, scattering moist, open mouthed kissed on his heated flesh. His entire body tensed when I lowered my head and daringly lapped my tongue over the sensitive head of his penis. I licked my bottom lip, the male flavour of him making me crave to taste him elsewhere. .

He trembled with restraint. I met his gaze, my body growing damp with gathering expectation. He gently touched the back of my head, pressing me closer.

"Take me in your mouth," he said, his low voice tinged with a thread of desperation. "As much as you can,"

I parted my lips and drew him in, using my tongue to stroke and lick and swirl along his length. His hands threaded through my hair and his fingers massaged the back of my scalp, gently urging me to take more of him.

Wanting to experience everything this man had to offer I took him deeper. His hips moved in sinuous gyrations and then I sucked, letting instincts and a wild need to devour him, all of him, drive me.

Deep in my throat, in between the strokes, I would swallow, rippling the muscles in my mouth, essentially milking him. My hands caressed his chest and tummy and moved down to his thighs and back up the insides. Gently, I grabbed his balls and tugged at them as I took him deeper. My fingers wandered under his ass and between his cheeks. Playing and pressing. He bucked harder. His hands on my head, steadying himself with each thrust. 

"Mmm you're gonna make me cum; right now." His voice was deeper and harder and his thighs tensed and at that moment I slid my finger into him and his cock drove hard into my mouth. He groaned like a dying man as he erupted deep in my throat. I moaned with satisfaction. Supremely pleased to have brought him to such a vulnerable place, but long before I was ready to quit, he pulled my mouth away from him. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath and I wasted no time tugging his pants and boxers down his legs, tossing them aside. When he was magnificently naked I reached out to touch him again, but he quickly intercepted my move by grabbing me beneath my arms and hauled me up onto his big bed.

Sprawled in the middle of his comforter, I came up on my elbows and found him standing by the edge of the mattress by my feet, with a possessive, primal look in his eyes that made me shiver with delight.

"I feel a little over dressed."

He flashed a smile as tempting as sin itself. "Don't worry baby, I'm gonna take care of that little problem right now."

Slipping my shoe off, he ran the pad of his thumb down my sole, making my toes curl and a rumbling prr escaped my throat. He repeated the process with my other foot, then crawled over me like a predatory jungle cat claiming his mate. Straddling my hips, he locked his knees against my waist. He was careful to keep his full weight off of me, but the decadent sensation of being pinned beneath him, a captive to any and every wicked predilection he might have, made me feel light headed and sensually charged. He bent over me nuzzling my neck with his lips and his strong fingers slipped beneath my t-shirt and slowly pulled it up and over my head. My arms rose over my head, he hesitated briefly with my shirt acting as handcuffs, then twisted it again and secured my wrists. He kissed and sucked my exposed flesh slowly, gradually, tormenting me every inch of the way down. My breath caught when his tongue dipped between my breasts then up over the soft, aching swells straining against my bra. With one hand he undid my bra and the force of my breasts flung it open, freeing them to the cool air in the room. My skin drew tight and goose bumps rose, teasing and tingling all over my body. He latched on to the hardened crest of my nipple, scraping deliciously, his tongue swirling, his mouth tugging, pulling and suckling the engorged tip.

I writhed beneath him and cried out quietly, and he continued to drive me steadily into that feverish realm where nothing existed but the pleasure and hot clawing need. Just when I felt as though I was about to come apart, he slid lower and proceeded to peel the clingy fabric of my skirt from my body. His lips and soft tongue continued, his downward journey over my belly around my navel, and along my hip, making me breathless in anticipation. He hooked his thumbs beneath the elastic band of my thong to render me completely bare. Struck by a moment of modesty, I grabbed his wrists to stop him. Once he removed my thong I'd be at my most vulnerable, with nowhere to hide my body's response to him. I blushed and my head spun with the imperfections he would soon see. This room wasn't quite dark enough, and all of my insecurities came rushing back.

His face wavered before me, his eyes hot and fierce, and I felt scorched by the intensity burning between them. "You started this," he murmured, his voice hoarse with passion and need that equalled my own. "I want to taste you too. All of you." 

He easily could have shaken off my grasp and done as he pleased, yet he waited for me to make the decision to trust him. And I did, releasing his hand, letting him remove the last article of clothing between us, allowing him free access to my body.

Gently parting my legs he rained hot kisses along my calves, tongued and suckled the sensitive spot on my hips and nibbled thigh to thigh. The bites grew sensuous and lingering, his breath erratic and hot as he made his way closer to the most intimate part of me.

My hips tilted in automatic reflex, and I moaned as a finger slipped inside me, hard and virile, slowly thrusting deep. A prelude of what was to come. I could feel my own wetness and I trembled when his thumb delved along my pussy, followed by the heat of his breath and the languorous lick of his seeking tongue.

I bit my lower lip to hold back a scream, but there was no prolonging the exquisite pressure building within me. I was too ready, too primed and he already knew what it took to send me over the razor-sharp edge to a stunning orgasm. All I could do was grip the comforter in my fists and ride on the wave of hot, explosive contractions pulsing through me. 

He levered his body over mine but didn't enter me as I expected him to. Instead he showered me with soft kisses across my eye lids, temples and jaw, seemingly sensing that I need comfort of his gentle touch in the aftermath of such an overwhelming climax. My trembling eventually subsided and he dropped his forehead to mine, heaving a long drawn out sigh.

"Damn," he muttered, and started to move off me.

Startled, I caught his arms and curled my calves over the back of his strong legs refusing to let him go.

"What's wrong?" 

"Sorry, I don't have any condoms," he rasped, the disappointment in his gaze clear.

I playfully skimmed my fingers down his spine to his butt, "I'm good, we're good." I said stifling a giggle. 

"Oh yeah, you find that funny huh?" he growled and spread my thighs with his own as he eased over me and braced a forearm along the side of my head. Caressing his other hand down to my hip, he positioned me, holding me open for his possession. Wasting no more time on foreplay, he sank into me with one hard, driving thrust. Despite being wet and ready for him, I sucked in a sharp breath and arched against his hips, overwhelmed by the uncompromising maleness stretching me, impaling me to the hilt, filling me like nothing ever had. Slick and hot and deep.

"You ok baby?" He brushed the tendrils of hair off my cheek, his touch so tender and his gaze brimming with so much concern, my heart ached.

"You're bigger then I've had before, not that I'm complaining. I'm getting used to the size of you real quick." 

"Thank goodness, because you feel incredible, so warm and tight and I can't wait much longer..." He flexed his hips, forcing his way deeper, and groaned at the internal friction he cause.

Wanting him to lose that precious hold on his control I raised my knees, wrapped my legs around the back of his thighs and urged him to move.

His nostrils flared, his eyes blazed and his restraint finally snapped. He began sliding within me, lithe and strong, and there was nothing sweet, slow, or gentle about his possession. His body was on fire, and he fanned the flame with every stroke, taking me just as high.

He lowered his head and captured my mouth in a hungry, greedy, tongue-tangling kiss I returned just as voraciously. My soft breasts crushed against his chest, keen sensation curled in my loins from the undulating pressure against my clit as he pumped faster, harder, a desperate urgency to his thrusts.

I writhed and arched and moaned my passion as wild and untamed as his. The increasing tension surging through me stole my breath, and then I was cumming.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum." My voice was small and quiet.

"I'm cumming too, cum with me baby."

I was unravelling from the inside out my inner muscles clenching in small spasms around his burgeoning cock. At the same time he tossed his head back and with a low savage groan that vibrated its way up from his chest and one final, frenzied thrust, I felt his own release rip through him in powerful, endless waves of pleasure. 

He collapsed on top of me, muscles quivering, and I held him close, heartbeat to heartbeat, while his hot panting breath fanned my throat. I closed my eyes savouring the moment, suspecting it would be over much too soon. 

I think we both dosed off briefly. I began to stir again when I was aware of lying beside him. He was a solid mass of muscle and masculinity, and the scent of him, the sound of him and the feel of him lumbering against my body, moved me like Mozart. My leg entangled in his, one arm over his chest watching it rise and fall as he slept, was similar to a spiritual state of bliss. But an undercurrent of longing rippled deep inside of me. It was still night and I wanted him again before the sun came up.

I wiggled and arched seductively stretching out like a kitten and I think I actually purred. He slowly came to and moaned sleepily. I began caressing him all over his chests and tummy. 

"MMMMM," he moaned again, grinning as he looked down at me from the corner of his eye. A shiver of awareness ran right through me. I caressed further and further down his abdomen. He moaned quietly with every pass of my hand. When I reached his pelvis, I let my fingers straddle him at the base as I cupped the sensitive area of the bone on either side of his balls, and then firmly dragged my hand back up. 

"Oh God, yes, mmmm," he moaned.

I did this over and over again and on the final trip, I cupped his balls and slowly, gently, I caressed up the length of him and gave my own moan of appreciation. Looking up at him I pleaded for more. His eyes were full of all the passion and lust from earlier. He kissed me passionately, his hands engulfing my face, his eyes piercing. He was like a man on a mission and moved quickly down to the end of the bed. He took no time positioning my legs over his shoulders and took my entire pussy in his mouth in one ravishing gulp. He lapped at my lips, in every crease, in every fold, all the way down to my tight little rosebud. My hips rose to meet him instinctively.

"Mmmmy God!" I couldn't believe how fast he brought me back to the edge. My toes curled, my breath caught. I grabbed his head, my fingers in his hair and ground my clit into his eager tongue. Then I shattered, my orgasm thudding deeply through out my entire body. He moaned into my pussy and drank me mingled with him, while I slowly came back to earth. 

"S—so this is how you pick up, did you know you'd get lucky to night?" I said barely breathing. I smiled.

The look he shot my direction was pure sex. "Never thought I would get this lucky," he said sweeping a look down over my body and back to my face. "You're perfect, " he said roughly.

I blushed from the intensity of his inspection, watching him as he slipped off of the bed, baring his gorgeous, thick erection. I might have licked my lips, I can't remember.

"I need you," He whispered, standing, walking toward me, needing to finish what I started. "Now."

"I'm right here." He pulled me up, off the bed and into his arms. I scarcely had enough time to plant my feet when he slid his hands down to my thighs and then hoisted me up onto his hips. Wasting no time finding my core, he slid deep inside, one sure thrust linking us together. 

He swallowed my gasp and moved us to a spot where nothing hung on the wall, pushing me up against it. He was all strong, hard male animal pressed up against me. I wound my arms around him, pulling him in, opening my lips and letting him explore to his and my delight. I didn't want to think or talk. The branding of his hot flesh on mine was a welcome mark I'd never forget. I pressed in, wanting it all.

"Hang on sweetie," he warned on a raspy breath making me laugh even though my entire body seemed to clutch in ecstasy.




Pick Up



Oh, God, I wanted this. I tried to hold on to all the sensations assaulting me, to the feeling of being completely connected to someone, to all this raw male power throbbing inside of me. Soon though, there was too much, and I gave myself over. He braced me against the wall and thrust into me, hard and fast. My mind blanked completely.

"Yes."

"Harder...harder...Please." I wasn't sure if I was begging or demanding as I spoke in time with the staccato rhythm of his thrust. My body stretched and expanded to accommodate him as he seemed to push even deeper, touching me where no one ever touched, taking me to places I had never been.

Big sure hands cupped my butt, holding me in place firmly, and I cried out when his fingertips brushed over the sensitive rosebud between my cheeks, igniting a hard climax so unexpected that I felt tears on my cheeks as the sweetness of it claimed me.

When I opened my eyes, he was watching me, his face close to mine, features taut, irises dilated. He was wild and yet completely controlled. I could probably ask him to stop right now and somehow I knew he would. He was different.

My muscles tightened around him as he seemed to get even thicker and heavier inside of me, and I knew he was probably close. His breath was laboured, his jaw sliding back and forth and his back turning rock-hard under my fingers.

"I want you to cum with me."

"I don't know if I can, that was so good I just--," I said on a half gasp, half laugh. 

Something primal and deliberate gleamed in his eyes, and I knew my admission had been received as a challenge. It made me shiver.

"I think I can do better, losing is not an option," he said, teasing, but sounding completely serious all the same. 

I squeaked as he pushed my legs up higher, his hips widening the space between my legs. He opened me completely and pushed the velvety hardness of his pelvis fully against the soft folds of my pussy.

He literally touched me everywhere, inside and out, and I dug my fingers into his shoulder blades reflexively. My head fell forward from the onslaught of pleasure. I couldn't move, pinned against the wall, but he was moving in all the right ways.

"Mmmm, that's it sweetheart," he crooned as his chest rubbed against my breasts, as the muscles of his abdomen ground against my clit relentlessly. I took my hand from his shoulders and grabbed both breasts pushing them together, letting him suck both nipples simultaneously; I was spiralling out of control.

Within seconds, I felt him shudder and buck against me while I melted in his arms, coming apart so completely I lost all sense of where I was. For several long moments there was nothing except for heat waves of pleasure pulsating, and him.

We stayed together on the wall, catching our breath and coming back down. When I felt him move, felt his body leave mine. He didn't put me down on the floor, instead, flipped me around easily and carried me with him to the bed. 

Laying me down and moving over me, he stretched out beside me and pulled me onto his chest. The protective, gentle gesture moved me and tears threatened again for very different reasons. When one dripped on his chest he pulled back and looked at me with concern.

"Hey you ok?" he asked, studying me intently. But the panic or discomfort I was accustomed to seeing when men were faced with women's tears was absent. He was too much man to be scared by tears.

I nodded, smiling, crying, and feeling like a complete, naked idiot.

"I'm good...better than good. It's just that you're so good, and you're so...nice," I said lamely. The emotions I was experiencing, defied words.

I lay there held safely in his arms until the sun came up. Bright rays pierced through the curtains and spotlighted him like a wonderful David on display. The night was incredible and he was incredible, the most gentle, passionate lover I had ever had. So what now, I thought.

With no answer I closed my eyes and stole a few more minutes of ecstasy before the inevitable morning after.



Pick-Up



She saw him across the room. He was dressed normally, in a gray T-shirt and black jeans. She was attracted to him because he was alone. All the other guys in the bar were trying to get some girl or another's attention. But he was sitting in a corner, nursing on a Budweiser. She kept trying to pull her eyes away from him, and back to her date, but it was no use. Finally, she turned to Garret, her date, and asked him if he would mind if she called it a night. They had no chemistry, and it was a blind date after all. He understood, and quickly got his coat and headed toward the door.

She gathered her purse and coat, slung them both over one arm, and headed to where he was sitting. She stopped a few tables away, sat down, and waited to see if he would approach her. He noticed her right away. How could he not? She was a stunning blond, short, curvy, and in a bright blue outfit that hugged her body tightly. He decided that he was going to make a move toward her and see if she reacted. 

She heard him get up from his table and cross her table to sit at the bar in front of her. So, she thought, he wants me to approach him. No problem. She got up slowly, and sat on the bar stool next to his. She let her eyes "search" for the bartender. She found him at the other end, watching a basketball game, and she motioned for him to come to her. 

"Yes, Miss, how may I help you?"

She was startled by the man sitting beside her as he ordered two martinis for them both. She turned on her bar stool, looked at the man, and smiled. He smiled back. They both knew that this was the start of something good. He turned his attention back to the bartender as he poured their drinks. Placing them on the bar, the bartender asked if that was all, and getting a yes, went back to the other end of the bar to watch the rest of the game.

"My name is Glenn, what's yours?" he asked. 

"Victoria, but you can call me Vicki. Why did you buy me a drink, not that I'm complaining. You don't even know me." She asked, just to see what his answer would be. 

"I might not know you that well, but if your willing, I would like to." They both smiled and started to drink their drinks. The night might not have turned out so bad after all, Vicki thought. 

"Someone nice enough to buy me a drink? Hell yeah. So why did you look so bummed out in the corner over there? I've been watching you for a while, but you weren't that sociable. What made you so sad?" she asked, leaning toward him and putting her chin in the palm of her hand.

"Well, my boss told me today that I had to raise production on my floor, or I'd be fired. And I just don't have the manpower . . . wait, let me just say I'm having problems at work." 

"Well what would you say if I told you I can make you forget all about your problems at work?" She asked him with a sexy smile.

"Yeah? How would you do that?"

"Why don't you come back to my place and find out?"

Signaling for the bartender, he paid their tab, and helped her slip into her thin jacket. He then pulled his on and they headed out the door. He asked about the man she was with in the bar, and she told him about the blind date.

"So you're not attached to anyone?" he asked, unable to believe it. Someone as gorgeous as she? Impossible!

"Nope. Been too busy working," she said. "My apartment building is right around the corner. Should we head there?"

"Lead the way, beautiful."

She smiled at him, and then headed off in the direction of her building. After about a block, he casually drew her under his arm, rubbing the side of her neck. This put chills up and down her body, so she decided to do something to get even, at least till they got to her building. She put her arm under his jacket and caressed the small of his back. She heard him groan, and smiled to herself, thinking at how much fun he would be.

After about ten minutes of walking in companionable silence, they reached her building. She led him to the elevator, and pushed the button to the fourth floor. Looking up at him, Vicki grinned.

"I hope you're not scared of heights, cause I have a great view of the skyline from my balcony." She said to him as they stepped off the elevator.

"Not too bad." Glenn smiled back, and followed her to the end of the hallway. She unlocked her door, and motioned for him to come inside. She set her purse on the table in the entrance hallway, kicked off her heels, and put her jacket on the coat rack. She asked him to do the same, and she headed off in the direction of the kitchen.

"You want anything to drink, Glenn?" she asked him, going to the fridge.

"Nope, just you."

She turned around, surprise and shock clear in her blue eyes. It quickly turned into lust and want as she smiled. "You want me, huh? Well, I don't know if I'm into that kind of thing. You know, I just met you, and I usually don't talk to strangers."

He smiled as he took a few steps closer to her. He wanted her bad, and she was going to give him one hell of a night, he could tell. His cock was rising and he was getting flushed. But their clothes wouldn't be on much longer.

"Neither do I. But there was this one sexy girl. She invited me up to her apartment, and I couldn't make myself say no." Vicki smiled and stepped closer to him. She could feel the heat radiating off his body and mingle with hers. Her dress was thin, and she could feel her nipples start to stand at attention. Glenn was soon standing in front of her, and she felt the small of her back press into the counter.

He looked down at her tits, tracing the outline with his pointer finger. Despite the fact that she wore a 38D, she had chosen not to wear a bra with her dress. And now, she was glad she did. He trailed his way to her nipple, slowly pinching, harder by the second. When she couldn't hold it back any longer, she moaned aloud.

He let his hand trail down to her ass and pull her near her. When their bodies touched, so did their mouths. They kissed with slow passion at first, but it quickly fueled into wild lust. Vicki's arms wound around Glenn's neck, pressing her soft body into his. She could feel his hard dick pressing into her stomach. Reaching down, she grabbed him and gave his cock a long stroke.

"Oh baby. That felt good." He groaned aloud, throwing his head back. His green eyes seem to glaze over for a few seconds, as he regained himself. Looking back down at her, her hand was still on his dick. He lifted his hips, and his shaft ran through the length of her hand. He moaned a little softer, and his heavy breathing seemed to catch for a few seconds.

"Bed . . . the bedroom . . . where is it?" he asked, his voice strained. She was smiling as she took him by the hand and led him to her master suite. She had the room done in soothing yellow and tan, and it set the mood. They fell on the bed, legs and arms tangling, breathing heavily. She giggled, and he laughed. 

"This dress has got to go. And so do your clothes," she told him. She struggled to sit up, and when she did, she lifted her arms to let down her golden hair. It was shoulder length, and it shone in the soft lighting. She turned to him, half laying on the bed, propped up on his elbow, and told him she'd be back in a few seconds.

Heading to her walk-in closet, she picked out one of the sexiest outfits she had ever seen. Black lace barely covered her breasts, trailed down her stomach, and ended above her navel in a v-shape. The back was bare except for the halter top tie, and the tie in the middle of her back. The bottoms were simple black lace hipsters with a red satin ribbon through the top.

When she walked back in the room, Glenn's eyes got huge. He had never seen someone look so damn good. He had taken off his shirt and belt, and was standing on her balcony. 

"Wow. You are amazing."

She blushed and looked out at the city. It never amazed her at how lucky she was to have this apartment. She had found it right after moving to Chicago. She turned back to Glenn, and led him by the hand to her bed. Sitting him down in the middle, she went to the dresser across the room and turned on the surround sound system on by remote. Setting it to something she could strip to, she turned back around to the bed.

"Alright. Now once I've got all my clothes off, it'll be your turn."

Vicki showed off some moves that a stripper would steal. She was turning Glenn on very much so, and she knew it. She had taken "Seduction Dance Classes" at her friend's ballet school. It had only been for six weeks, but she had enjoyed every minute of it. She had never had found someone to perform in front of . . . until now.

After she had stripped off the tiny lingerie, she crawled across the king-sized mattress and sat submissively at Glenn's feet. She turned her eyes up to his, and uttered two words that turned him to steel.

"Your turn."

In something like a flash, he was out of his clothes and lying on the bed. He pulled her on top of him, her naked breasts scraping his chest, making him moan. He wasn't that hairy, but it was enough for Vicki to feel it, and it turned her legs to jelly. She had never had a guy turn her on this much, and she was enjoying every minute of it. She straddled his hips and rubbed her wet crotch across the hard length of him. He stared into her blue eyes, wondering to himself dazedly when was the last time he had been this turned on.

She leaned over and grabbed both of his large hands, placing them on her waist. Glenn's hands ran over her sides and down her thighs. Slowly, he went for her clit. He had an intense look on his face, one that bordered on pain almost, as he watched her reaction through slanted eyes. He lifted her up and laid her gently on the bed. He kissed her on the stomach, going down inch by inch. Vicki thought to herself that she was going to go crazy if he didn't touch her where she needed the most.

He did touch her alright. His fingers led a path straight to her pussy, and he slowly inserted one finger into her wet hole. He heard her moan "harder," and was happy to obey. Slowly, he fingered her, pausing every so often to lick her swollen clit. Finally, when she thought she'd go crazy from wanting him, she told him what she wanted in sighs.

"I want . . . you . . . inside of me . . . now . . . " she gasped. He smiled and got on his knees. She followed suit, and they kissed for an eternity. When she couldn't stand it anymore, she fell back on the bed, grabbed his forearms, and pulled him closer. She reached in between their bodies and placed him at her entrance.

They both moaned in unison, and inch by inch he slid into her. She was wet, tight, and hot. He wanted it to last forever, but he couldn't hold out. He slowly withdrew, and slammed back down into her body. They gasped aloud and stared into each other's eyes. With an evil grin, he started to fuck he r fast and hard. He was hellbent on making her feel good, and was very successful. He pounded into her wet pussy, sweat dripping from his forehead. He wouldn't be able to last much longer at this rate.

Sensing this, Vicki told him to stop. When he did, she pushed back on his shoulders, making him lay on his back. She straddled him, and when Glenn realized what was coming, he groaned out loud. She then dropped back down on his hard prick, fucking him slowly at first, rocking back and forth. But that didn't last long. Glenn grabbed her waist and started to move her. He wanted to feel her sliding up and down him. 

She had no complaints, for she knew the moment he came, she'd be right there with him. Leaning down to hold onto his shoulders, Vicki fucked him with all her might. He screamed that he was going to cum, and she echoed him. Within seconds of each other, they blasted off into orgasmic bliss.

After the aftershocks faded, Vicki's forehead dropped to the bed beside Glenn. Both were breathing hard, but they both knew that this night wasn't over . . . not by a long shot. 



Pick-up Abduction



Twas a warm summer night and there was a knock on your door. Who could that be so late? You open the door and no one is there. Probably those neighbor kids playing doorbell-ditch. A light is on in the garage and you go out to turn it off. Kids!!! AS you enter the doorway the lights go out and you are pulled roughly into someone’s arms. "Hush" is the only word you hear. A hand grabs you by the hair and lips meet your in a forced kiss, deep and powerful. It is definitely a man’s kiss in your mouth. He holds you, roughly caressing your most intimate areas. His hands are large and strong.

This man in the dark, forces your hands behind you back and the feel of metal encircles your wrists. You are helpless as he continues to pinch and maul your breasts and mons. You attempt to cross your knees but he won't let you. When you try he laughs quietly and kisses you again. Suddenly he pulls your pants to the floor and says "You have nothing to hide from me." Your knees are forced apart with his. With a shock, a sharp slap lands on you left bottom cheek. The sting sinks through into your pussy. Hmmm!? Another smack on the other cheek and off come the panties. His hand caresses your bottom, warmed from the abuse. Two more smacks and your cunny is damp.

A pickup truck is parked inside the garage, tailgate open. The powerful stranger takes you by the face and kisses you again. His tongue slides down into you mouth, taking your breath away. Without warning, he picks you up and lays you into the bed of the truck, your feet to the rear. He straddles you body so the seat of his jeans are above your face. Your can smell his musky scent, intoxicating. You feel each ankle being tied to a different rear corner of the truck bed. Your cunny is spread open to his every whim. As you begin to protest he muffles you with his ass. Then the warm caress of his tongue is in between your bare pussy lips. The sensations are intense as he inserts a finger inside and sucks on your clit. The sensations are overwhelming and you stop struggling momentarily. Sucking in your breath and his scent, you are lost.

Your capture climbs off of your body and removes the metal cuffs, and quickly your bra and blouse. You are naked as he ties your wrists to the forward corners of the truck bed. Naked and helpless he caresses your body. He pays particular attention to your breasts. The nipples are so sensitive and his touch is gentle and teeth cruel. You feel the wetness of his sucking kissed alternating with the gentle bite of his teeth. Your pussy is filling with your juices, aching for attention. He strokes your mons and whispers quietly in your ear. “You are mine now!”

All of a sudden his presence is gone. You are alone in the truck bed, body bare, nipples erect, and cunny wet. The sound of a house door slamming is heard in the distance. My house, what is he doing? Fear and worry fill your mind. Something moves in the garage and the large door is opened. You feel the truck lurch as he gets inside starts engine. As the truck backs out you think, "I'M NAKED!!!" He closes the garage door and drives away with you in the back. All you can see are the trees above. "WHAT IF SOMEONE SEES ME!!?" The warm summer air swirls across your skin. The ride is bouncy down the rough road. Your breasts jiggle and sway. He stops along the way to play with them briefly, finally placing two fingers inside stretching your pussy. Before you can cum, he back inside the cab, driving down the road. The trip is short. A lone pair of headlights passed going the other direction. Thankfully, a neighbor on his way home failed to see your plight.

The ride is short and the truck turn up a steep drive. Through the trees you can see the valley below. When your abductor stops, all is quiet. Before you know it a naked man climbs into the truck bed. Your legs are freed and pushed back to you shoulders. A cock assaults you pussy. He unties your wrists and you wrap your arms around him. He rolls you over and you straddle him, his cock deep inside. You are parked in Master's driveway, safe. All you can think of is the building need to cum and holding onto your friend ... and you do.



Pick Up Bet



I’m not sure when or how it happened, but sometime in our 15 year marriage; we had started to take each other for granted. It’s not that we stopped loving each other. It’s not that we fought or didn’t even get along with each other. In fact, we had developed a quite simple routine, which ran, for the most part on autopilot. As age crept up on us, we had taken to kidding each other that we had to stick with each other, because after being married so long, neither one of us would know how to re-enter the dating scene. 

In an effort to breathe new energy into our sex life, we had tried several marital aids. While I enjoyed videotapes and occasional web-cam sex, Kellie preferred penthouse letters and vibrators. I’m not sure exactly how it came about that Kellie bought her first dildo. She did not use it much, as it was too large to be comfortable in her tight pussy. Over 10 years or so, she went through several until she found the right size and texture to please her. Over time she would accumulate a few favorites ranging from a small 3-incher, to a thick seven and a half inch dick, with a couple in between. For the most part, the dicks were smaller than mine is, but once she summed up the courage to buy the largest one, it became apparent that it got her off quicker than any other the others.

It started as a dare, for her to pick up somebody while she was out of town on a business trip. Knowing her, I was sure that my suggestion would go unanswered. True to form she laughed me off when I questioned her as to her success. I would tease her about enjoying the larger fake dick and question her about her desire to fuck a real one that size. Finally, she said to me “You had better watch out, one of these days, I will take your suggestion and run with it!” 

Now it was my turn to chuckle, “Sure honey!” 

“You don’t think I could pick up anybody do you?” she quizzed. 

“Well” I paused. 

She pushed on “I bet I could get picked up before you could pick up somebody” she quipped.

The gauntlet had been thrown down. I don’t know why I did it, but the next Saturday night, I arraigned for the kids to stay overnight at the homes of their friends. “Let’s go out!” I suggested. It took Kellie about an hour to fix her hair and make up and select just the right outfit. We headed downtown and pulled up at “Cotton-eyed Joe’s,” a local meat market. “Well baby, I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you go in first and then I will come in and pick you up!” I hoped that this effort would pay off in hot role-play sex for me by the end of the night. 

“What if somebody hits on me before you do?” she quizzed wryly. 

“Sure baby, like that’s going to happen!” I smiled. She opened the door and quipped as she got out “You better hope not!” 

“Ok, ok, I’ll give you time for a couple drinks!” I taunted, secure in our relationship and her modesty.

I lost track of time, listening to “just one more song” one more time than I had planned. “Shit” I thought to myself, “she’s going to be pissed at me!” I jumped out of the car and headed to the front door. The bar was dimly lit as I stepped inside. My eyes were slow to adjust to the dim light and the thick smoke. I had expected to see her at the bar. But the long bar was sparsely dotted with male bodies and an occasional couple. I walked up to the bar and grabbed a seat. “She must be in the ladies room” I reasoned as I looked towards the lady’s room door. 

The long seconds flitted away to minutes and was only when the music paused for a moment between songs that I heard her giggle. There in the booth next to the front door, directly behind my back, sat Kellie with a man who looked to be 5 years her junior. His left hand was on her right shoulder. The jukebox roared out again, and they got up and headed for the dance floor. I was amazed as Kellie agilely maneuvered around the dance floor with the latest dance step. I sat dumfounded. It had been less than 20 minutes, I was sure of it. 

My thoughts raced until interrupted by the bar tender, “Are you going to order anything?” 

I shifted my attention to the bartender and ordered a rum and coke. Buy the time the drink was delivered and paid for, the music had changed to a slow dance. The two step was the only dance step that I ever mastered. I blinked as I saw her lean into his arms and watched dumbfounded as his hands slid down to her waist. Her arms responsively moved up to his neck and she laid her head on his shoulder. They moved over towards the edge of the dance floor closest to the bar. And as they turned so his back was towards me, Kellie lifted her head, just enough to wink at me and give me a big smile. 

As much as I would have liked to pick up a girl. The pickings were slim. Beyond that, it was hard to think of opening lines as my wife danced her way across the dance floor with this man. They finally returned to their table. She sat next to him, and by the smile on his face and the pace of the interaction, I wondered what her hands were up to under the table. The bartender was earning his money as he kept pushing the booze on me. I switched to soft drinks as I could not afford a DWI, and it was clear that Kellie was not drinking virgin drinks. My bladder finally had enough. I headed towards the men’s room, glancing at Kellie. I caught her eye, and expected to be able to meet up with her outside the bathrooms. 

I emptied my bladder, and then waited outside the ladies room. Finally I summed up the courage to glance towards their table. It was empty. I returned to the bar and glanced around. 

“The couple you were watching left while you were in the can” the bartended announced. 

I felt my face flush. I couldn’t be angry. I had teased, I had encouraged, I had almost dared her to do something like this. In all the times we had talked, I hand only given lip service to the dangers inherent in such activities. Now, she had left with this strange man. I rushed out of the bar. I looked around, nobody standing around. I glanced over to the gas station, I could tell, even from this distance that it was empty. “Her cell phone, she has her cell phone in her purse.” I had left mine in the car. 

I headed towards the spot I had parked our van. Kellie had insisted on having the windows tinted, but from the angle of the streetlights in the parking lot. I could make out the shape of a body in one of the bucket seats in the middle of the van. I picked up the pace until I got close enough to recognize that it was not Kellie’s form outlined on the window. It was a man. I walked past the back of the van and continued on until I came to a large tree at the far edge of the parking lot. I walked past and then threw myself up against the far side of the tree and peered around. I could now see the movement of Kellie’s head as she obviously gave him head. 

Before long I saw movement, as if she were getting into the other seat, but even in the dimness I could tell that she was now sitting on his dick, rocking backwards and forwards. She was dressed, but there was no doubt that there was something going on under the skirt. I don’t know how long it was until the dome light came on as the side door slipped open. As the man slipped out of the door, I stepped out from behind the tree as I heard her say, “hurry back!” He headed for the door to the bar, I guess he was headed for the bathroom. 

As the door to the bar closed, the van engine turned on and Kellie backed the van out of the parking lot and pulled forward towards the back way out of the parking lot. The window rolled down as she stopped by the tree, “get in, quick!” She said, My door was hardly closed before the tires shrieked as she burned rubber. 

“Let me drive” I insisted. She pulled over and we switched places. 

“Do you want to go pick up somebody?” She giggled. 

“No thanks, I’ve had about all the excitement I can handle” I stuttered. With that we turned the corner towards home.



Pick Up: Making a French Connection



People are often cautious about picking up hitchhikers, sometimes I believe to the point of being uncharitable. However, as somebody that used to hitch a lot, I tend to weigh up each case on its' own merits, preferring to let my intuition make the decision for me. This philosophy certainly proved fruitful in this particular case, as my charitable deed was returned with interest aplenty. 

Driving home in increasingly pounding rain one night I saw a couple of lonely figures, thumbs out, hoping against hope for a lift. Their general downtrodden demeanour suggested that they had already been waiting quite some time and indeed, if I didn't help them out now would continue to do so. 

It was raining so heavily it was difficult to make out much about them on which to base some kind of decision. In the end, overcome with sympathy at their plight, I decided to pick them up anyway. I was delighted to find that rather than being two males who might prove to be difficult to handle (in a troublesome situation) it was actually a couple. After we established that I was going in the right direction they climbed into my large, luxurious (and previously dry) people carrier which I'd only taken charge of a month prior. 

The two drenched figures introduced themselves as David and Lauren. On my insistence David sat in the front with me, leaving his girlfriend the back seat all to herself. It emerged that their car had broken down and worse still their breakdown cover had elapsed, hence they had been left with no alternative to walking to the nearest main road and then hitching a ride. Then, David announced, your English skies opened. 

I noted from the weather reference and their slight accents they were not English, Italians, I wrongly guessed - they were actually from Southern France but were living in England. David was tall, fairly thin, rugged, and handsome mid to late twenties and Lauren was exquisite, like a bustier, olive-skinned version of Kiera Knightly, although a little older, early to mid twenties I guessed.

Lauren was exceedingly happy to be out of the rain but being effectively soaked to the skin, asked if I had a towel, she was hugely appreciate when I directed her to one. David was voicing his concerns that if she stayed in her wet apparel until the end of the journey she might catch a cold. Lauren asked if I minded her taking off her wet clothes, considerately pointing out it would make the cars' interior even wetter. I said that the car was not a concern to me and insisted that the right thing to do was exactly what her boyfriend had instructed her to do. 

'Hmmm...it makes me feel really safe to be in the company of such forceful men', Lauren commented, as I fiddled with the car heating, hoping this would help them dry off quicker, as there was still some distance to drive.

Lauren began removing her sodden jacket, jumper, boots and finally jeans. I couldn't resist the urge of glancing in the rear view mirror as we drove on, subtly observing her stripping down to exceedingly fetching bra and panties. The road lights made it possible for me to catch glimpses of her beautiful tanned and toned olive skin every once in a while as she used the towel to dry her neck, belly, back, long luxuriant legs and sexy little feet. 

I remarked that I had just remembered that there was another piece of material that David could use to dry off on and a couple of blankets they could put round themselves but that I would need to stop to get them. I said this primarily because, secretly, I feared for our safety as I could not concentrate on my driving with this beautiful girl in the back wearing just her underwear. 

They eagerly agreed to my suggestion of pulling over and I found a quiet spot. As I went to collect the things David climbed in the back and the couple began whispering in French and giggling. They were clearly in a much better mood than before, as Lauren dried her boyfriend with the towel she had previously been using. With the interior light on it was much easier for me to see Lauren's full beauty, covered as she was only by her expensive-looking black lacy lingerie. I noticed she made scant effort to cover herself, clearly proud of her superb body.

It took me quite some time to find the items in the clutter of the boot and whilst searching, I noticed that small, soft but urgent moans had taken the place of the giggling. When I approached the back door to hand them the items I was taken aback at the sight that presented itself to my eyes: Lauren was sitting forward, had removed her boyfriends' cock from his boxer shorts and was preparing to suck it. My eyes were glued to the sight as she, lubricating him with her saliva, licked her way up its veiny side before engulfing the engorged head with her superb lips. 

I couldn't believe this was happening and in a kind of trance-like state opened the door nearest her and dumbly mumbled something along the lines of 'here they are' Lauren beckoned me in, and removing her boyfriends' saliva covered prick from her mouth announced; 'here you are indeed...but what am I going to do with you Ben?' 

Before I had even considered a reply she was rubbing the bulge in my trousers with her foot and, catching me by the belt of my trousers, pulled me inside the vehicle, with one deft movement unzipping me and pulling out my extremely stiff prick. The surprise of having her cold hand on my prick was tremendously exciting and without a word she turned toward me and spat a large amount of saliva directly on my rock hard cock - something that probably sounds disgusting but was actually indescribably erotic. Lauren then began to massage me with her left hand asking me mockingly; 'would you prefer if I thanked you or wanked you?' 

She didn't listen for my reply responding instead to her boyfriends' urgent moans for her to return his member to her luxuriant mouth. Her hands although fantastic on my cock were hardly the limits of what I now desired; sensing this she deftly removed David's cock from her mouth and replaced it with mine. Oh joy! She sucked and licked my swollen member with unrestrained passion producing the most beautifully disgusting, sucking noises, slurping away and covering my organ with masses of drool, which strung from her mouth every time she briefly removed it. 

All the time she was sucking my cock she kept her eyes glued to mine, this girl was an unbelievable sex kitten. It was especially exciting because it was so unexpected and because, although she was incredibly sexy looking, she also had an innocent look about her and hence didn't look like the type to get up to this sort of stuff at all. I was also amazed by David who didn't seem to so-much-as blink an eyelid while all this was going on. 

After what seemed like a few seconds but was clearly a lot more she removed my cock from her mouth and adjusted her sitting position. It was probably just as well as I was all but set to explode. 'Fucking amazing' I exhaled, to which David replied 'yes she is, isn't she' stroking her affectionately under the chin. 

Lauren was far from finished and guiding us by our balls positioned us so that she could suck us both at the same time. She ran her hands over our bellies onto our cocks pulling back the foreskins at the same time; she began complimenting us on our dicks. 

'Notice' she announced 'how David's' is longer, not by much, barely an inch but how beautiful and veiny it is'. 'On the other hand', she continued, 'notice how Ben's is really fat and...how do you say?' 

'Bulbous', I offered. 

Lauren nodded 'Bulbous', 'yes the head of your cock is bulbous'. 'Your balls are also really heavy, which means I have made you really horny.' 

'Notice', she continued, as she rubbed her thumbs over our knob heads, 'how you have both produced a large amount of pre-come which means I have to be careful as clearly you're not that far away from exploding...which we can't have...it's much too early for that'. She then took turns clearly sizing up the pros and, well, pros of both cocks. 'Oh, I don't know...I can't decide which to have first: eenie meenie meenie mo...I know' she announced 'I'll have both at the same time.' 

She opened her mouth and pulled in both our cocks at the same time using her hands to guide both the engorged heads in. The experience was indescribable, as she gave us what is best referred to as a tongue lashing, trying to cram more and more of our huge members into what was effectively a pretty delicate mouth. Given that her boyfriends' dong was at least 9" and my fat one at least 8" she has to be commended on her efforts. At one point she began to nearly choke, so she decided to concentrate on sucking one and then the other at loud slurpy intervals of around 30 to 40 seconds each whilst all the time holding and twisting them. Boy I was looking forward to dropping my load down her sexy throat.

While she continued to alternate, David hands were disappearing inside her bra, he cupped and pulled out a superb breast; about medium in size but with a perfect young supple shape and a gorgeously pert erect nipple. I didn't know where this was leading but I was very game for whatever she wanted to do and however far her boyfriend would allow it to go, or indeed however far he would let me go with her. It did occur to me however, that he wasn't the one actually making the decisions; Lauren seemed very much in control. 

It struck me at this moment that I was yet to even so much as touch her body. Lauren announced that she needed a break from sucking our large pricks and David immediately sunk to his knees to suck her heavenly breast. Lauren removed her other breast from the cup of her bra and asked if I approved of her tits, I nodded with what can best be described as over-enthusiasm and got down on my knees to suck her other nipple. It was superb; long and chewy and I closed my eyes - this was dreamy! 

I looked up at one of the most beautiful sites I have ever seen, as Lauren lay back, her head lolling in ecstasy, hands cupping her breasts which were being ravenously licked, sucked and chewed by two overexcited males. Clearly she had the same thoughts going through her head, as slipping two fingers down her lacy knickers; she proceeded to put the finishing touches to bringing herself off. I heard her fingers slapping in and out of her pussy, producing beautiful squelchy noises as she ground to a very noisy climax, panting very heavily and soaking her fingers in juice, which I longed to lick clean but was unfortunately not given the opportunity too. 

The atmosphere however changed pretty rapidly after her orgasm, she didn't exactly push us off her breasts but lifted the bra cups back up, so we were unable to continue, speaking quickly in French to her boyfriend, who relayed to me that she thought it was time to go home. Sensing that the situation had turned from one of sensual delight to something completely different I zipped myself up and climbed out of the back, offering Lauren my jacket to wear which she accepted without a word. As soon as David had adjusted himself to the same degree we drove off, David remained in the back. 

They gave me directions to their place but said not another word to me, engaging in what seemed to me, a frantic discussion which my schoolboy French could not keep up with. I had the feeling that this magical night was for some reason over as quickly as it had begun and thus I would not have get to touch her, to kiss her, and to lick and fuck her, clearly exquisite, pussy. I was beside myself with disappointment and yet tried to appear and remain relaxed and optimistic as we arrived at their place.

I pulled up outside their house, trying to play it cool. I had the feeling I was going to be shyly thanked and told to leave. David and Lauren stepped out of the back of the people carrier, Lauren looking resplendent in black stockings, high heels and my dark grey jacket. As she got out I caught a heavenly glimpse of her black panties and my crotch stirred back to life for the first time since earlier. 

They had another rushed conversation in French and David announced that Lauren was going to take a shower and would I like to come in for a coffee or brandy or something. I wasn't too bothered about the first two but the 'something' sounded more up my street. Clearly I would have to play it cool though and see how things turned out. 

Once inside the door Lauren began to relax somewhat, my heart jumped for joy when she unbuttoned my jacket and gave it back to me and thanked me for being such a gentleman. She stood there wearing only her underwear and elegant stilettos and announced that she was going to shower and asked if we would like to watch whilst she soaped herself. 

Inside the bathroom Lauren had lit candles and, considering what was to happen, had made the whole scene rather romantic. Lauren wasted no time in getting down to the serious business of stripping off, peeling off her bra, whilst turned away from us, thus keeping her superb pert tits hidden. She then peeled down her panties so sensuously I felt my heart was going to stop; in doing so she revealed considerably whiter skin, clearly where she has been wearing a 'dental floss' type bikini bottom whilst sunbathing. Her minge was gorgeous, near hairless and she had very pronounced and exquisitely juicy pussy lips with little wisps of dark brown hair trimmed into a neat triangle. 

She began to run her finger up and down her generous pussy lips, pausing to rub her clit and insert a finger inside her sticky cunt, all the time, grinding her hips, rubbing her superb peach-like arse just inches from our faces. 

'What do you think of Lauren's body?' David asked me, to which I could only reply 'fucking gorgeous': the situation rendering me as inarticulate as earlier. 

She explored herself with her fingers, affording us a wonderful view of her puckered arsehole, a clear indication to me, that she was a lover of anal. I had the feeling that we were really going to party, but was brought down to earth when Lauren unexpectedly announced that she was now going to wash her hair and that she might well be some time. 

David showed me into their comfortable but stylish living room and actually offered me the drink from before. 'Don't worry she is not normally so much of a, how do say? teaser of cocks'. 'Cocktease?' I offered as a possible correction, but David gave me a look which suggested me that he had been right in the first place. 

After filling a large goblet with red wine and passing it to me which I urgently gulped down, he opened the draw of a cabinet in the hallway and pulled out a box containing all manner of naughty items. 'Condoms', David announced giving me a look that seemed to say, 'if you are going to fuck my girlfriend, you have to wear one of these, OK sunshine!' 

The other items were much more interesting and included a few vibrators and dildos including a couple of different anal ones, various types of handcuffs & restraints, a light whipping crop, a pot of KY jelly and a large bottle of baby oil. 'These might come in handy' David casually announced. My heart thumped...'boy this is gonna be some party' I commented to myself.

After what seems like an absolute age Lauren came out of the bathroom, hair dried and looking divine in just a tiny bath towel, which after teasing us with for a few minutes she ripped from her announcing that she was now in the mood to get down to it. She lay down on their luxurious brown leather sofa spread her legs wide and pulled them up towards her head, assuming what I only describe as a very sexy yoga position, affording me a wonderful view of her sexy cunt and divine bum hole. 

David stripped off in what seemed like a second and offered his once again stiff member to his girlfriend's mouth, being rewarded almost instantly with a fantastically slurpy sounding suck. I was down on my knees in equal quick time touching then inserting at first one and then two fingers inside her gorgeous pussy hole. Her moans told me I was on the right track and encouraged by this I begin to lick and lap her superb slit, bringing more moans of approval. 

Next I moved to her puckered anus, inserting a finger and then tonguing the area surrounding the hole. I got into a rhythm, licking in motion from her cute bum hole to her clit. Lauren was so excited she removed her boyfriend's near bursting cock from her mouth and whilst complimenting me on my technique instructed me to begin tonguing deep inside her arse. 

To stop himself from coming David pulled his cock out of her mouth and instead began sensuously kissing his wild girlfriend, at first languidly then more deeply, until finally his kisses became increasingly frantic and urgent. I looked up from my privileged position deep between her legs to see their tongues lashing at each other and at the same time I caught Lauren's eye as she glanced down to see my tongue and fingers busy with her pussy and arse. By this point I was starting to realise what a beautiful prize bad girl we had here and my mind began to swim at the possibilities of what was to come. 

Lauren, suddenly realising I was completely clothed, ordered me to strip off. I responded to the role play scenario stating that I was not going to be ordered about by such a slut, however gorgeous she was, and it was clear to me that she needed to be taught a lesson. I begin to spank her gorgeous arse, lightly at first but then harder, leaving it red. The only soothing I offered was licking the reddened area as well as periodically dipping my tongue into her arsehole and snatch. 

David was clearly going through an intense phase of jealous excitement which, interestingly, brought out his competitive nature. He announced that what Lauren really needed was to have her pussy spanked. We swapped positions and to Lauren's delight I finally stripped off. She licked her lips as I offered her my manhood and she took it deep into her throat as David began to spank, finger and generally (mock) abuse her genitalia. 

The look on her face was out of this world, the rosy colour of her face clearly portraying the ecstasy she was in. 'God I need to be fucked' she announced twisting her body 180 degrees without even taking my cock from her mouth - which felt mind-blowingly good! She was wriggling her arse, frantically getting spanked, licked and fingered by her boyfriend. 'Cock, now David!' she ordered. 

The luckiest guy in the world (excepting perhaps myself) then started pumping deep within her snatch, producing gasps and gurgles from Lauren. David and I commandeered an arse cheek each to spank. David got hold of the baby oil and started coating Lauren beautiful body in it, the lubricant nature of it making it easy for one of our fingers to 'accidentally' slip inside her arsehole which seemed to happen rather a lot. 

Lauren removed my hard rod from her mouth and after a bit of fumbling and several jaw movements began to unroll a condom on my cock using only her mouth, she did it so expertly that I couldn't help thinking that she had done it many times before. She announced that now that I was suitably attired I might like to fuck her. 

David and I swapped positions with a quick hi-five type tag which made Lauren giggle, and finally I got to sink my bloated phallus deep inside her snatch. Words cannot describe how it felt to be fucking her so deeply, my hands moving constantly against her oiled hips and bum cheeks. 

David's plan was to swap positions when we are at the brink so we could bring her off without coming ourselves. It worked well, for shortly after I had entered her for what I seem to remember was the third time, she came with frightening intensity. This is perhaps not so surprising when you consider that at the time my fat cock was deep inside her cunt and I had inserted and was twisting a dildo into her oiled up arsehole whilst simultaneously spanking her naughty bum. At the same time her boyfriends' hands were all over her tits and his cock was buried deep in her throat. 




Pick Up: Making a French Connection



She scurried away immediately after her orgasm, seemingly in the same mood she that she had been earlier in the car, announcing that she needed a toilet break. David told me not to worry, that she was always in a bit of a weird mood for a few minutes after she comes and that she would be perfectly alright. 

Out of the blue David then informed me that double penetration was her, as yet unfulfilled, fantasy but that anal sex was quite a recent thing for her and that he felt she would have to be loosened up a bit first. In fact he informed me 'I am the first and only man to have ever fucked her gorgeous arse.' David then asked me if I liked the idea of slamming her butt while he caught the whole thing on film, of course I'll make a copy for you too, he told me. 

How could I refuse? 'I'd be fucking honoured', I announced. David handed me the KY and we waited for the lovely lady to return from her toilet break. 

Lauren emerged from the bathroom looking even more fuckable than before, a big smile spread over her face when she saw the KY in my hand and her boyfriend getting ready to film. I wasted no time in positioning her in my favourite position for this kind of thing which I guess could be described as like doggie but with the girl's haunches higher and ideally chest flatted onto the surface. 

I inserted first a finger then a tongue into her anal passage, then a generous amount of KY onto my fingers which I inserted into her luscious bum hole. She moaned both in pleasure and pain for the jelly was really quite cold. I applied some more KY to lubricate the new condom I had slipped on. Slowly with the aid of both my own as well as her fingers, my cock sunk into the haven of her bum hole. I put my fingers up to her mouth which she greedily sucked while I butted fuck her so deeply she no longer moaned, just exhaled like she was on heat, her face contorting in ecstasy.

I was conscious of the video camera in extreme close up, but if anything it just spurred me on to greater heights. I can't believe my performance. This was the longest I had fucked for years probably since I was in my early twenties: clearly this lady was bringing out the best in me. 

Tapping me on the shoulder I saw David lined up for his turn, I pulled out and she had become so loosened by the girth of my cock that he slipped in with consummate ease. David was still filming at this exciting change-over point and once he was inside her and began to thrust, he passed the camera it to me so I could take over without missing a single moment of action. 

It was indescribable to be both taking part and watching this scene, I begged her to talk dirty to the camera and she obliged. I asked her how it felt to have a stranger fuck her arse while her boyfriend watched and filmed and how it felt when we swapped over. Her blue replies delighted and excited me in equal measure. I must remark at this point and I am sure that you will agree with me that a pussy never looks more beautiful than when it belongs to a sexy girl being taken up the arse. 

Then I asked her what she wanted next, to which she breathlessly replied, 'I want you under me Ben...I want your cock up my pussy, as my boyfriend fucks my arse. I want both cocks pounding into me.' 

What we were to do was quite clear, only one question remained - where best to position the camera so this action could be recorded as delectably as possible? 

After a bit of quick thinking I positioned the camera on the tripod and lowered it so that it would be in the optimum position to record Lauren's fantasy turned reality. It's at times like this when you wish for a fourth pair of hands but the tripod would have to do. The variety of angles would clearly not be as good as a porn movie but the realness of the passions, the extremity of the actions and the sexy noises would clearly elevate it well above any blue movie that I have ever seen, or indeed even heard of. 

When the camera was best positioned David pulled out of Lauren's bum hole. Lauren took this opportunity to straighten her knees and have a quick stretch. I used the tiny towel that Lauren was wearing to clear up some of her sweat from the leather sofa and selected an appropriately comfortable position for the action to come and when I was ready Lauren slowly lowered her pussy onto my hard meat. Her unlubricated cunt actually felt tighter than her arse had, so we used a bit of KY before she lowered herself fully down onto me, whilst doing so she took the opportunity to rub her sweat soaked tits in my face which, I would like to add, was delightfully refreshing. 

After a few strokes to get ourselves comfortable we stopped and Lauren arched her back so that her bum was slightly higher. Slowly but surely David squeezed his cock into her back passage, causing shrieks of delight from Lauren, as she was sandwiched, between us, impaled by two extremely big, hard dicks. What a sight this must have looked on camera; two cocks buried deep inside this gorgeous young girl, a thin membrane of skin separating them.

I encouraged her to talk dirty to the camera which she did, exciting me so much I pulled her mouth to mine and covered her in kisses, burying my tongue deep into her throat, realising that his is the first time I had actually kissed her. We looked deep into each others eyes and shared the moment. This was such an erotic delight as three wild, sweaty bodies covered in baby oil banged in unison, bringing her to another noisy and extremely wet and juicy orgasm. This time she didn't go weird on us after we had brought her off but instead instructed us to swap positions as she wanted us to come now. 

David lay down where I had been before and I quickly checked the camcorder to make sure the view was still good. I made a few adjustments, quickly pulled on a fresh oiled up condom and once again entered her gorgeous bum hole. It occurred to me that in this position I could film perfectly well and so I reached over and took up the camcorder, and started filming my cock fucking her arse as her boyfriend pounded her pussy. 

I don't know if there's any female readers out there that have tried this but from the moans and sexy obscenities coming from Lauren's mouth I would fully recommend it. From the male perspective I would say if you get the right opportunity with the right girl (and/or right couple) you should try it. There's nothing quite as exciting as a beautiful wild slut satisfying 2 very horny, well hung guys at the same time.

Both David and I remarked within close succession that we were about to come. Lauren asked if we both wanted to come inside. David said that he did but I told her that coming inside wearing a condom was just not the same thing. 

I suggested that Lauren turned round to face me, amazingly she did this, twisting round 180 degrees without moving her clearly very flexible cunt from her boyfriend's prick, bringing many huge sighs from his direction. Lauren squatted forward on David's legs placing her hands on his thighs so she could pull her head lower. She sensed that I was about to shoot too and finally I unleashed my load, pulling the condom off quickly with my free hand and whilst the camera was whirring, capturing the action in close up, I fired huge dollops of juice over her face, lips and into her mouth leaving quite a lot of residue dripping from her chin. 

From his jerks underneath her, David had clearly shot his load too, deep into her snatch (lucky git!) she was grinding her hips and I could clearly hear the squelch and actually see some come oozing onto her thighs and belly. Lauren was as covered in come as she had been in rain several hours earlier when I had picked them up. Lauren played up to the video camera, scooping some of her boyfriend's come from her truly fucked snatch, lapping it with her tongue and playing around with it, mixing it with some of the juice that I shot over her before finally swallowing the lot with a big appreciative smack of her lips. 

We took a much needed break and both David and Lauren went for a quick shower. Lauren set me up with a duvet on the floor next to their futon and I zonked out almost immediately drained by our assertions. I was glad that I didn't shower as my cock still smelt of Lauren and with this as my comfort I fell into a deep sleep. 

When I woke up in the early hours of the morning I noticed that Lauren was on the side of the bed nearest to me and was delighted to find that when she turned her body, her arse was just a few inches from my face. This gave me a fresh hard-on and a fresh sense of purpose, my tongue searched for her now clean pussy and she responded enthusiastically to my overtures. 

I decided that I was in need of a shower and was delighted when after just a few minutes Lauren joined me, careful and sensuously soaping my cock and then getting down on her knees to give me a superb blow job. Completely naked and dripping wet I took her from the shower and led her into the kitchen, where, unjacketed and unprotesting, I had her hard and fast over the kitchen table, nearly breaking its legs in the process. Finally, after about just five or so minutes of frantic fucking, I shot my load deep inside her, leaving us both gasping for breath.

After a few minutes recovering in each other arms I noticed the time and realised that I had to get going. I went into their bedroom to say goodbye (and thanks!) to David who, barely conscious, managed to grunt something. Clearly, he had been unaware of what had just passed between us. 

Lauren saw me out; despite the fact she was only wearing one of David's shirts. She kissed me deeply and passionately in full view of her neighbours which I, for one, found a huge erotic turn on. I couldn't help embracing her and in my excitement began to finger her, digging deep into her dripping cunt. When I pulled them out we saw that they were soaked in my come. Lauren took my fingers into her mouth and wantonly and openly, in front of all and sundry, licked and sucked all the come that had been in her cunt off her fingers. 'Yum...breakfast!' was her sexy comment. On parting Lauren uttered, 'our little secret', nodding towards David. 

It wasn't until I got back into my vehicle and began driving off that I remembered the video tape. 'Hum...I must remember to go round there to collect that sometime', I thought to myself as I drove away, a huge look of self satisfaction spreading over my face, knowing, that this was likely to be sooner rather than later.