9 comments/ 29461 views/ 6 favorites Steve Gets More Than A Bankloan... By: Shadowlands I wrote this story for Steve, and for Selynn, at their request. They wanted a permanent record of their initial meeting, and of how their relationship really exploded into life, after their first real date. It was Steve that told me Part One of the story (Selynn interceding with some of her own emotions as we talked). Part Two of the story is an account of what occurred after they arrived at Selynns' cottage. As this then became a combination of the two, reliving the experience with me, it made sense to resort to the third person in the telling. PART ONE I've been involved in the tool hire business since leaving College. I'd graduated from Worcester Polytechnic Institute which was over on Institute Road. With the help and advice of the Business Advice Division at City Hall, over on Main Street, Worcester I had started my own company at 27; been working hard at it the last three years. The recession was a mixed blessing. A 12 month ago business dropped dramatically; companies found they couldn't invest in new equipment and that it was cheaper short term to hire. My business started to expand nicely. Then of course the size of the equipment they wanted to hire started to get beyond me. I had started with chainsaws, electric power sanders, lawn mowers and the like. I grew into renting cement mixers, small generators, all sorts of welding gear; mig, tig and arc welders. We supplied top makes like Lincoln Electric, and Miller. Now a customer was enquiring about Traffic Road Safety equipment. Traffic equipment rental supply may include traffic lights, traffic cones, delineator reflectors, traffic barricades, various road signs and traffic signs plus other traffic safety equipment which enables them to reroute traffic. I was in a quandary. It would be a great contract for me, but could I afford the initial outlay to purchase the equipment in the first place? I needed to give it a great deal of thought, and I would need advice. The customer was able to wait a few weeks fortunately. The contract was in its early stages and their involvement didn't start for several months. I surfed the internet; then hit the telephone to companies like Equicross and AirportOne to discuss prices, delivery dates, payment options, a hundred and one things. Within days I was sinking beneath piles of catalogues. Needing a break, I left the store in charge of my Store Manager and drove across town to my bank. Bankers have been getting some bad press recently, most of it deservedly so, however to give my bank credit they had been brilliant to me in the early days of getting my business going. I had loaned $50, 000 to begin with, plus ran an overdraft facility of up to $20,000, which I had to use once or twice. Expensive but necessary. I parked my Toyota Hi-Lux pick-up truck in a free bay just 30 metres from the bank. With my mind buzzing with figures, dates, T-top stacker cones, and stacking vertical barricades, not to mention Powerflare safety light power packs, I wandered up to the information desk. A young man, dressed in regulation suit and tie introduced himself, asking him if he could help. After I explained my problem briefly, he suggested I see their Small Business Advisor. Taking a seat in their reception area, I sat and looked around. All the staff were well dressed; the men in suits, the women in a uniform of pale blue blouse and navy skirt. I felt quite scruffy compared to them. I still had overalls on, with just my battered flying jacket to cover a Simpsons cartoon t-shirt. From the back office I watched a woman walk through the bank. She was beautiful. Dressed in a navy double-breasted jacket and matching skirt, a white blouse with a bow at the neck, and black heels, she looked cool and professional. Her blonde hair was tucked up in a bun, and her make-up was minimal but effective. She clutched a manilla folder to her chest. My mind was just switching from the automatic three phase traffic light system, to the swelling of the young womans' impressive chest, when she held her hand out, and said, "Steven Barclay? My name is Selynn Johannsen, I'm your business advisor." I stood, shook the outstretched hand. In the heels she matched my 6 foot height, making her something around 5'9" tall in bare feet. Nice. I stared into her green eyes. Very nice. "Shall we move into one of the interview rooms, Mr. Barclay? I'll see what I can do to help you." I followed her back across the marbled floor, enjoying her generous buttocks swaying as she strode; confidently, towards a series of private glass screened rooms, outfitted with a desk, computer terminal and three chairs. A telephone sat on the otherwise empty desk. Looking at her across the desk, looking so cool and professional; at home in the banking environment, confident and poised, well, truthfully, all I could think about was her sexy bottom and truly outstanding bust. I wondered what sort of bra she wore? What panties? I myself wore a tiger print man-thong. Would hers match? Perhaps she preferred a tanga, or bikini style, or, or... "Mr. Barclay?" "I'm sorry, what did you say? I was miles away", I stuttered. "Mr. Barclay, may I call you Steven? I was asking how I could help you today? Can I offer you some water? Are you feeling ok?" You mean with my erection which is presently trapped uncomfortably by my thong you mean? Which came out of my mouth as, "I'm ffine thanks, I need to borrow some money. A million should do it". Her green eyes gave her thoughts away. Crazy madman alert. "I'm sorry, I meant to say I have a million things on my mind, I'm a little confused. Sorry. Shall I start again? I need a loan to purchase new equipment..." Oh dear, poor choice of word. My mind switched gears to the poor piece of equipment I was packing. The one in my trousers. I wriggled, uncomfortably. "To purchase new equipment?" Miss. Johannsen encouraged me. Look at her lips as they say "equipment". She is so horny was all I could think. Come on, come on, I mentally shook myself. "I'm sorry. I'm not making much sense. I'm struggling to concentrate here. Perhaps you have some leaflets I could take away and read. Could I come back tomorrow and see you again?" I was as nervous as if I was asking her on a date. This was ridiculous. Embarrassing. A few minutes later, I was back in my pick up grasping several glossy brochures, and a business card, which read Ms Selynn Johannsen, Corporate Finance and Loans Officer. Holding it tightly, I closed my eyes and recalled her light perfume, which had intoxicated me in the small office. I may have fantasized about her breasts. And her arse. And maybe just a little about what I would like to do to her. Half an hour later I was back in the office I kept at the rear of the store. I couldn't get Ms Selynn Johannsen, Corporate Finance and Loans Officer out of my mind. I blame being single, and being too busy for the last 6 months to meet a girlfriend, but I'm embarrassed to say I cracked one off in the toilet next door to my office. I cleaned myself up, and hurried back into my private space to get some work done. At 11.30 am sharp I was back at my Bank waiting for Ms. Johannsen to see me. She again looked immaculate in a knee length black skirt, knee length black boots, topped with a pale green long sleeved silk blouse over which hung a long black sleeveless shift. A gold necklace with a tear drop pendant filled the open neck of the blouse. She looked incredible again. I was somewhat better dressed myself. I wore my one clean shirt, a tie I'd found at the rear of my wardrobe, and a pair of khaki drills. I'd even polished my shoes. The old fashioned spit and polish way my father had taught me. And I had a plan. Good morning Mr. Barclay, nice to see you again." "Please call me Steve, Ms. Johanssen. I apologise for my behaviour yesterday, I wasn't thinking straight, my head was back in my store, you must have thought me an idiot." "You did seem a little pre-occupied, Steve" she said, a knowing look crossing her face. She wore a different perfume today, a little heavier, a little spicy. "Ms. Johannsen, I think being in the bank intimidated me. I wonder whether we could go across the road to Starbucks, get a coffee, and discuss my business needs in a more convivial atmosphere?" "It can be a little sterile in these interview rooms, Mr. Barclay, sorry, Steve I mean. A decent cup of coffee would be a welcome change too. The machine here spits out terrible stuff. I will have to let my team know where we are going. I'll be back with you in a few moments." See. I told you I had a plan. Starbucks not only provided us with two large mugs of Clover brewed coffee and a couple of Lemon sweet squares, but two squashy sofa chairs tucked around a table in a cozy corner of the restaurant. Ms. Johannsen, call me Selynn please, listened to me tell how my business had grown in the last 3 years, the opportunity which I had to take the business to the next level, and where I thought I could take the business beyond that. She'd finished her coffee long before I had, and I called to the barista for two refills. "Another lemon square?" I asked. "A Red Velvet Whoopie Pie would go down well." Selynn replied. I do love a girl with a healthy appetite. Women these days seem to exist on water and lettuce leaves. I'm not into women whose ribs stick out, a washboard stomach, and thighs as tight as a drumstick. As for silicone breasts... don't get me started. That was one area Selynn had no reason to complain. Concentrate, Steve, concentrate, I cautioned myself. When I had finished my presentation Selynn showed her professionalism by asking several pertinent questions, showing that not only had she listened, she had had some knowledge of the market I would be working in. "Steve, I will have to get you to fill some forms in, we bankers do love our paperwork you know. I'll put your request up the line. Give me a few days to get back to you." "That will be great. Do you think it will go ok?" "I will give my recommendation to your request. I cannot say any more than that. I will let you know as soon as I hear anything. Now I must get back to work." "Can I take the paperwork home with me tonight? I can make another appointment tomorrow to run through it all. Make sure everything is ok? Buy you another decent coffee?" She hesitated a moment, then nodded her agreement. We spent a few more minutes chatting whilst finishing our drinks. On the way out I dropped $5 into the Starbucks Create Jobs for the USA initiative. They tell you a $5 contribution will provide up to $30 of financial help. I gave the red, white and blue "indivisible" wristband to Selynn. I guess if Starbucks seeded the initiative with $5 million dollars, I can chip in the odd $5. We returned to the bank where I collected several pages of forms and, with a handshake, went our separate ways. I really liked this woman. She seemed a really nice girl, very down to earth, and, once I could stop staring at her breasts, very easy to talk to. The next day we were lucky enough to grab the same secluded seats, and asked the barista to bring us a couple of Cinnamon Dolce Creme Frappuccinos, and two Veggie and Monteray Jack Artisan Breakfast sandwiches. This morning Selynn wore a charcoal tailored trouser suit, with a thin pinstripe in the weave. A cream silk blouse with a long tipped collar, and a large beaded pearl necklace completed the ensemble. Yes, ok I know what you thought. Yes it did cross my mind that I would love to give Selynn my very own pearl necklace. She was, is, a very beautiful woman, full bodied, with curves to die for. Selynn worked through the paperwork quietly and efficiently, head down as she perused the sheets one by one. It gave me several minutes to look at her. I liked her hair which today she wore in a single pony tail, but still tucked up. Her feet were encased in strappy sandal high heels. Her nails were painted a pale pink. Very delicate. Her breasts were hunched up, caused by her position, and I could see a hint of what I thought would be a deep cleavage. "Steven, are you staring at my breasts again?" I jumped. Selynn glanced at me, a questioning look on her face. I had imagined it. My guilty conscience playing tricks on me. Selynn glanced up at me. "Sorry, coffee was a bit hot." I smiled. Another 15 minutes had ticked slowly by, when Selynn shuffled the papers back into a tidy shape, and placed them in the manilla file she had brought with her. "That all looks fine Steven. The figures look good, and I am fairly confident of a satisfactory outcome. I did talk to my superior yesterday, and looking at your credit history, he agreed you put a good case together." "Fantastic. How can I thank you? You've done such a lot of work on my behalf." "You could buy me an Apple bran muffin. I am rather partial to them. I wonder though whether the bank would look at that as a bribe?" she laughed. "More of a sweetener, I should think." I responded. She giggled, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. And down the length of my cock. "Selynn, I have a pair of tickets to see a "brown bag" matinee performance over at the Mechanics Hall on Saturday. Curtain goes up at 12 noon. I wonder if you would like to come with me? It's the John Stein trio, I've heard they're very good." I asked tentively. Selynn looked at me for a few moments, biting her lip in a thoughtful way. "I'd love to Steve. Should I meet you outside the Mechanics Hall at 11.45am? It's at the end of Main Street, isn't it? 300 block?" "How about we meet in the Ahh-Some Gourmet Coffee place just down Main Street. Say 10.45. Give us time to grab a coffee." Saturday could not come quick enough. I told my staff that I had a hot date, and that this Saturday they would have to manage without me. I was taking a rare day off. We had a great time. Selynn looked really lovely in a long brown cotton skirt, and a cream peasant blouse patterned with tiny yellow flowers. She finished the outfit off with soft suede boots, very low heeled. It was a different Selynn to the one I saw at the bank. I liked the way she wore her hair, tied back in a loose ponytail. It was a fairly warm and sunny day, with a fresh breeze. We walked along Main, into Franklin. City Hall looked majestic in the pale sunshine. We spent a very pleasant hour strolling through Worcester Park. Selynn held my arm as we strolled, her heavy breast pressed hard against my arm. It was difficult to concentrate, but Selynn was such good company that it soon felt natural. I impressed her with my knowledge of the 53 parks that Worcester had. Elm Park is one of the nation's oldest public parks. Designed by Frederick Law Olmsted, the Iron Bridge is probably the best known and photographed landmark in Central Massachusetts. All too soon it was time for Selynn to make her way home. We had enjoyed a superb day. I didn't want it to end. "Selynn, do you like baseball? The Tornadoes are playing a Can-Am Championship game at Fitton Field tomorrow." "That's on the Holy Cross College campus isn't it?" Not bad for a Boston girl I thought. The date was made, and I made sure I bought some very decent tickets. Of course it was good to have a WOO card; gave me a decent discount. I picked Selynn up at the Washington Square Bus Terminal, and we were quickly on the Interstate 290, south to the Hanover Insurance Park at Fitton Field. The game was pretty much a sell-out, with Twister , the team mascot, entertaining the crowd, as much as the players. Selynn looked dressed for a baseball game in tight blue jeans, a lettered sweatshirt, and white Nike hightops. When she jumped up to celebrate a home run, I admired her sexy rear, and of course her generous breasts bouncing wildly. Her hair was again worn in a pony tail, but tucked under a Tornadoes cap I had bought her. We drank light beer, ate hotdogs and popcorn and generally had a joyous day. The Tornadoes won the game at the bottom of the eighth, so that was a bonus too. We stopped at The Boulevard Diner on Shrewsbury on the way back to Washington Square. Their meatloaf is famous in the town of Worcester. It was indeed delicious. We sat in the truck, waiting for the bus which would whisk Selynn home. I leaned over to kiss her. Of course I banged my forehead against the peak of the baseball cap. We both jerked back, but then laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Selynn twisted the cap to one side, looking like a white rapper chick. It kind of suited her. We leaned together, our mouths meeting, my tongue invading her mouth, meeting her tongue, passions rising, breath shortening. I slid my hand onto her thigh. Selynns' hand came around the back of my head, pulling me tight. I ran my hand up over the sweatshirt. I could feel the beginning of the swelling of Selynns' breast resting on the top of my wrist. My hand rose, spreading my fingers to capture the whole of one globe. It filled my hand. God, the weight of it was magnificent. I was sure I could feel the nipple spearing my palm. Sometimes things happen over which you have no control. I think my hand was on Selynns breast for perhaps ten seconds before her bus pulled into the stop, not twenty metres away. Selynn grabbed her bag, jumped from the truck yelling back, "Brilliant time, Steve. Ring me tomorrow at work. Thanks, bye." As she ran to catch her bus. My cock stayed hard the whole drive home. In my room I lay on my bed, naked, my hand slowly stroking myself as I brought myself off. Pictures of Selynn flashed through my mind, but mostly I thought of the weight of her breast resting in my hand, and the promise of things to come. When I came, with a quiet groan, the spunk flew over my stomach, laying hotly in small pools. I slept deeply that night. Unbeknown to me Selynn too had been turned on by our kissing. The vibration of the bus ran along her thighs and the tight jeans clasped her pussy lips together, seeming to push them into the gentle vibrations. Every minute, she was becoming more and more moist. It was a delicious agony, lasting all of the 30 minute trip home. No more than ten minutes after leaving the bus, Selynn was in her shower room. After a quick rinse down, she played the power spray over her pussy lips. Spreading her puffy lips apart, she directed the spray onto her clit, the needles of water bouncing off the hood covering her clitoris. When the feelings had almost reached a peak, she pulled the hood back with the tip of her middle finger. The effect was immediate, and her orgasm crashed over her with the speed and intensity of a wave breaking against a harbour wall. A little later she was tucked up in bed, a cup of green tea on the bedside table. This is no way for a 36 year old woman to act, she told herself. Steve is a really nice guy. Good prospects too. Could make a very decent living from his ideas. Good business head on him. And he is cute too. I do love the way he tries so hard not to look at my boobs. He kisses nicely. As the thoughts tumbled through her head, they were also having a useful effect on her lower regions. She was very moist. Dammit, she thought, I've not had sex with a man since I moved here from Boston. What, ten months since I transferred here. With that, she reached into the bottom drawer of the bedside table, pulling out an eight inch black vibrator. She teased her lips open, which, as she was now very damp was an easy task. The first few inches of the vibe slipped inside. She really didn't like the full length inside her; perhaps her pussy was shorter than usual. Six inches was normally filling enough. She teased her clit with a single finger. As her passions rose, she twisted the knob on the base of the vibe and switched it on. Powerful vibrations ran through her soaking wet cunt. Steve Gets More Than A Bankloan... "Oh God" she whimpered "If I only had Steve here to play with my nipples. Suck them hard into his mouth." With that thought she came hard once again. Selynn too, slept deeply that night. Next day was a hectic one. I was in the store before 7.30 am, and the next time I looked at my watch it was 4.15 pm. The phone had been ringing constantly with orders, and customers were actually queuing at the counters for service. Our warehouse out back was looking quite empty. Great for business, but not for my love life. I hadn't given Selynn a thought all day. Of course, now I couldn't get her off my mind. Just before 5pm I telephoned the bank. I was really quite nervous as I waited for the connection. Selynn kept me waiting for some 30 seconds. "Sorry Steve, I was in the outer office. When I knew it was you, I wanted to take the call in my own office. Bit more private. There is quite enough gossip in this place as it is." We spoke for 5 minutes and tried to arrange another date. Anything before the weekend looked impossible but we agreed to meet up for lunch the next Thursday. "I normally get one hour for lunch, but I'll try and swing a little more time. As you're an important customer Steve." laughed Selynn. "I'd better find some place nice to take you then" I laughed back. Selynn giggled, and I realised I had an erection. Just from the sound of her giggle. Amazing. In fact, Selynn had rather a sexy telephone voice. My imagination started to run away with me. I squeezed my cock hard through my trousers as I asked her, "Selynn, maybe we could get together Saturday night. Would that be ok with you?" "Let me check Steve. Yes, I'm free all weekend." By this time, taking account of my closed office door, and, that at 5.10 pm my employees were more interested in getting home than disturbing the boss (has some advantages you know), I unfastened my jeans, and dragged my erection into the open. I ran my hands over the dome, easing my foreskin down. It was a little dry so I spat into my palm to lubricate it. "Have you any ideas of where we can go Steve. I'm still pretty new to Worcester. I've not been here a full year yet. The bank have kept me pretty busy too." "Maybe if we hit the restaurant row over on Shrewsbury Street, or the Canal District is up and coming, that's behind Union Street. I've heard that's pretty lively on a Saturday night." "That would be neat. It's been a while since I've been out downtown." I was rubbing my engorged cock faster and harder now. "How about we take in some dinner, a little dancing and shaking, enjoy ourselves having a few drinks. Hey, Beatniks on Main Street serves some speciality martinis. May be a good place to meet up? I'll ring you if I think of a better place. Would that be ok?" "Sounds great. I like dancing too. It will give me an opportunity to put on something glamorous, something a bit sexy." She giggled again. That giggle again. I almost came. Probably why I said something stupid. I could have died. The words were out of my mouth before I put my brain in gear. "I'm a stockings man myself. I like sexy. Sexy is good." I squirmed in the whole minutes pause that followed, well it seemed like a minute to me. I had no idea that Selynn was squeezing her thighs tightly together, a gush of wetness leaking into her thong style panties. "You naughty man Steve." But a seed had been sown in her mind. "You'll have to wait and see." That comment, and the sexy giggle that followed was too much for me. I ejaculated, spunk flying over my desk top in creamy droplets. "Shit" "What's the matter Steve?" "Nothing, just spilt something on my desk." "Hope it's not something hot dripping in your lap. I wouldn't want you burning yourself." "Well, it is a little hot Selynn. Not enough to burn me though." We finished the call with the arrangements made to meet on Thursday, me to pick Selynn up at the bank at 12.45pm. I felt like a dog with two cocks. Rather pleased with myself to say the least. The week passed rapidly as business continued to bustle along. I was also quite involved with research into the new proposed contract. When the bidding company telephoned me to ask if I would attend a meeting with their lawyers, I had telephoned Selynn and asked if she would come with me. Selynn seemed delighted to be asked and said she would be more than happy to accompany me as my business advisor. "I'm meeting with them over at Green Hill Park, well, actually in the clubhouse of the golf course. Perhaps we could take lunch there, after the meeting finishes? I've heard it is very good food there." "That would be very nice. I wonder if we could walk over to the Massachusetts Vietnam War Memorial after lunch. I lost my Grandfather in Vietnam. I'd just like to pay my respects. I have heard it's beautiful over there." We confirmed the time I would pick her up, and it was a happy Steve who returned to his work. Thursday arrived and I met Selynn as arranged at 12.45pm. I told her that I thought we could go to Biagios Grill over on the Westside, on Park Avenue. Not only were their pizzas wonderful, they did a good range of homemade Italian dishes too. Apart from the owner being a Red Sox fan, it was a good eatery, well attended in the locale. On the way over, Selynn told me she had chased up my loan application and may have an answer the next day. "Fingers crossed." I smiled. The food was excellent. We chased our meals down with a glass of Chianti each, and finished with an expresso coffee. All too soon I had to take Selynn back to work. A chaste kiss on the cheek, after all, we were parked outside the bank, and I waved her goodbye. She was a great girl to spend time with. I was really smitten with her. Had it really been less than two weeks since I had first met her? Saturday dawned bright and clear. It was quite busy at work, with people dropping in to rent decorating equipment and garden stuff, but at 4pm I called it a day, getting home for a shower, a shave and a power nap. I wore a nice grey suit that I had popped out and bought especially, during the week. Fortunately the tailor was a steady customer of mine, and made some alterations to the suit that made it appear I had had it made bespoke. The tailor had also recommended a 100% cotton shirt in sky blue, matched with a yellow spotted tie. Black brogues finished my outfit, and I thought I looked impressive. We had agreed to meet in the restaurant, with Selynn easily able to take a cab there. Bocado Tapas Bar and Restaurant was on Winter Street and very close to the historic Canal District, centred round Water Street and Harding Street. A lot of good bars, clubs and live music venues were situated there. Blackstone Tap was one of many chic places I had in mind to drop into later. Despite being on time, I found Selynn had already been seated at a table. A waiter showed me over and held my chair as I made to sit down. I would have to say Selynn looked sensational. I could only see the top half of her of course, but what a top half. Her blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders in loose curls. It shone in the restaurant light, full of life and vibrancy. It framed her face, lightly made up. She had done something to her green eyes. Somehow had enhanced their beauty with mascara and eyeliner. Hey, I'm a guy, how would I know the girlie details? Now, ask me the technical details of a Black and Decker 3-speed Vibrating Hammer Drill, and I'm your man. She looked amazing, and I told her so. The fitted jacket she wore emphasised her breasts. It buttoned tightly under her bust, the lapels widening as they came to shoulder level. Between I could see a cleavage which must have been a good six inches of breast flesh squeezed together, and half an acre of creamy white breast exposed. After an hour of staring at Selynns breasts, it may actually have been a few seconds, I looked up into her eyes. They held a wicked gleam. She knew the effect she was having on me. Needless to say, I had a bulge which needed adjusting. She seemed to know that too, from the look on her face. The waiter came over to the table for our orders. As Selynn ordered, I noticed the waiters eyes roving over the displayed cleavage. He seemed to take a long time taking the order down and suggesting different dips to go with it. All the time admiring the delicacies displayed before him. I couldn't blame him. I was taking the same time to admire the view myself. The waiter finally took my order. Oddly it took about a tenth of the time. He was soon back pouring two glasses of wine, and asking "madame" if it was satisfactory. As a smiling waiter left I muttered "...and my wine is quite satisfactory too, thank you." "I think the waiter spent more time staring at my tits than he did waitering." laughed Selynn. "He seemed very happy servicing, oops, I mean serving you." "I bet he would have liked to service me. I think I might prefer to leave that job to you Steve." giggled Selynn. I almost choked on the mouthful of wine I had just taken. The meal was great. Selynn and I chatted and laughed, and the service was prompt. "Maybe instead of me leaving a tip, you should give him a flash, Selynn" I whispered. Selynn smiled, but there was a glint in her eye that I wasn't sure about. I kept a close eye on her when she visited the powder room, before we left the restaurant. We strolled, arm in arm, across to Water Street, generally going in the direction of Blackstones. They had some live music playing there. We ordered drinks at the bar, and swayed to the music. It was early for Blackstones, and the place hadn't really livened up. But, for the first time, Selynn cuddled back against me; I held her by the waist and whispered into her ear, as we talked, her tipping her head back against my shoulder when replying to me. I am 6'0" tall, and in her heels our heights were matched. As my hands caressed her curvy waist, below the bottom hem of her jacket, my cock stirred in my thong type underwear, and Selynn surprised me by brushing her buttocks against me. She must have felt my hard-on. After 40 minutes or so, the band had left the stage. The atmosphere was buzzing, however it would be good to change venues; show Selynn something different. We strolled along Water Street, arm in arm again, enjoying the fresh breeze. BLU Ultralounge and Nightclub had a small queue waiting to enter. BLU is an over 21's only, and tends to attract the upmarket crowd. Saturday nights are popular as DJ Susan Esthera plays a Dance Party set which generally has the place bouncing. I ordered us up a couple of JD Cokes on the rocks. BLU was pretty busy and so we were crushed together until we could organise some space for ourselves. I was happy. I could feel Selynns' breasts pushing into my chest. It also gave us a chance to kiss without standing out like a sore thumb. Not only did Selynn smell good, she tasted good too. I was glad not too have eaten onions or garlic in the restaurant earlier. As happens in most busy clubs, people moved around, gravitating into various corners and rooms around the club. From being crushed we now found ourselves space enough to dance. DJ Susan's set was one of the best and a couple of hours sped by enjoyably. She finishes at midnight and the Men in Blu then play a live set. We gave it a few minutes but decided to move on when the music they played didn't really suit our mood. "Let's drive over to Coes Resevoir. Mill Street. It's only a few miles and there is a great club there. It's open until 2am." I suggested. Selynn agreed that a walk back to my truck would be good, as we had been getting very warm. I would say we were in Club Ice by 12.30 am, and the place was throbbing. Great music pulsated, seeming to bounce off the walls and vibrate deep in ones chest. There was a lot of lovely ladies gyrating their stuff, minimal clothing being the order of the day. But none of them had a cleavage to match my Selynn. I proudly made my way to the bar with Selynn on my arm, her long flowing blonde locks and impressive bosom attracting several admiring glances. We did all the things you do in a nightclub. We danced, we kissed, we chatted to people, and we downed a couple more drinks, as well as a couple of bottles of water to refresh ourselves. At 2am the club started to empty as people left, and the lights came up. The club looked as if people had had a good night, and the staff looked ready to drop. We made our way out to the truck. "Are you ok to drive home, Steve?" asked Selynn. "I'm ok." I replied "Not sober, but I can drive well enough. How about we stop at Coes Pond Beach for a little while, let the late club traffic die down. It's very pretty at night there." "Ooh goodie Steve," giggled Selynn "It's years since I made out in a car parked up at a viewpoint. That will be fun." I parked over in a darker section of the car park, just out of range of the Park Rangers Cabin spotlights. We were soon kissing passionately, ignoring a couple of other parked cars, obviously having had the same idea as ourselves. We were beyond the age of throwing our clothes off in the front seats of a truck parked in a public place, but we were still young enough to be highly aroused by touching and kissing each other, for the first time, in some kind of privacy. I was kissing Selynns' breasts where they were exposed by her top. At the same time I was stroking her leg above her knee. Selynn had snuck her hand under my body to caress and squeeze my cock over my trousers. It was all very nice, very new, and very arousing. "Steve, sorry my darling," Selynn whispered into my ear as I lost myself in her cleavage "Sorry, but I really need to pee. I can't see any public conveniences here, but I have to go. I am really bursting. I'll go in those bushes if you turn the headlights so that I can see. Those other cars can't see over here." I switched the low beams on, and with a swift kiss Selynn tottered into the bushes on high heels. I looked into the swathe of light as I waited. It seemed only seconds before Selynn strutted into the light, swaying her bodily suggestively, laughing as she did so. She slowly unbuttoned her tight jacket, letting it hang loose. She wore a midnight blue, shiny silk top. She leaned forward, squeezing her breasts together with her arms. Straightening, she started to raise her skirt with the palms of her hands flat against her thighs. Inch by inch the skirt rose, slowly exposing her thighs. "Jesus fuck, she's got stockings on!" I exclaimed. Selynn certainly did. Black stockings. Black stockings held up with midnight blue suspenders. It was a sight that would have Steve masturbating several times over the next few weeks at the memory of that awesome sight. Blue silk bikini panties were just appearing, when, to Selynns obvious surprise, blue and red flashing lights washed over the car park. Selynn scrambled back into the truck as a Police Cruiser pulled into the Car Park and stopped over by the other parked cars. Its spotlight picked out one car, in which a naked couple were hurriedly trying to pull on their clothes. I started the truck and was fortunate to leave by a separate exit before drawing the attention of the police. They both giggled at the closeness of being caught. "Let's go back to my place Steve. I've got some Jack D at home, and I can rustle up some good coffee too." "That sounds good. Damn the police, I was really enjoying the show." I moaned. "If you are a good boy, I'll finish it at home for you." My cock throbbed in answer. What a thought. I didn't know that Selynn was feeling very horny. The strip had been impromptu, a combination of the alcohol lowering her inhibitions, and of realising just how wet her pussy was as she had squatted to pee. Of course, the very process earlier that evening of bathing, trimming her pubic hair, digging out her stockings from the bottom drawer; where they had lain, unworn since before she had moved from Boston. Finding them, neatly rolled, under her Hitachi Wand, another unused item. The very process had her pussy moist. She had fond memories of the Hitachi. She had wondered how Steve would react to her whipping it out, holding it against her clit as Steve hammered his cock into her from behind. A little shiver had run through her at the thought. I followed directions and at almost 3am, thank God it's Sunday tomorrow I thought, parked the truck in the driveway of a pretty cottage out in the suburbs on the edge of town. The lawns were neatly trimmed, the flower beds tidy and full of colour. A small white picket fence ran round the boundary. Not like my one bedroom apartment, above a row of Mom and Pop stores, convenient for work, and little else I thought. The inside of the cottage was as pretty. Large, well decorated in a tasteful and subtle feminine way, I was very impressed, and told Selynn so. "Benefit of a bank job and big tits Steve. Very low staff mortgage rate, and when I came to do the paperwork flashing my tits at the manager meant he advanced me a little more than was prudent." She laughed. "You remember me telling you I had a long relationship with a guy back in Boston. Well, we were buying an apartment together; when we split up, he bought my share out. Property prices are so much cheaper in Worcester, I was able to put down a good deposit, and still had some over to furnish the place." I was given a quick tour of downstairs, but really we both wanted to get back to some kissing and cuddling. Within minutes my jacket hung over a chair, my tie rolled into a pocket, my shirt open to the waist, and Selynn and I were hotly engaged on the couch. Selynn wouldn't let me take off her clothes, but as she was the one kissing nipples, running her fingers through the sparse hair on my chest, and also over my straining cock; I didn't really care. My turn would come. It must have been 10 or 15 minutes later that Selynn sat up, muttering "Phew, a girl needs to get her breath back, Steve. How about I get us a couple of JD's, or would you prefer coffee?" "Coffee? Am I being gently reminded it's time to go home?" I thought to myself. The disappointment must have shown on my face. Selynn kissed me gently, took my face in both hands and said, "If I am going to perform a striptease for you, I just thought you might like to be sipping a drink while you watched. I am certainly not sending you home, silly boy." I am sure my grin stretched from one ear to the other. I am also sure it was a lecherous grin. Selynn giggled at the look on my face, and said "I've an idea. Why don't you get naked while I get us some drinks. Then when I'm doing a striptease I won't feel awkward. Good idea?" I had my shirt off and my trousers caught around my ankles and shoes by the time Selynn reached the door to the hallway leading to the kitchen. It took only 3 or 4 minutes for her to mix the drinks, but she found me laying back in the squashy cushions like a Roman Emperor at an orgy. Naked, except for my tiger patterned male thong which I thought she might appreciate. She giggled. Selynn put DJ Freekline's, Touch Your Freak into the cd player; moved in front of the sofa; took a quick gulp of her drink and started dancing. She moved well, swaying and gyrating in time to the hard beat. Her jacket had come off as the track came to the end. Next up was Nelly Furtado with her club mix Love Me or Do it. The next three minutes were magical as Selynn first shimmied her skirt up her thighs, slowly exposing her stocking tops. Then she reached behind to the zip, undid it, then leant far over to slip it to the floor. I had an exquisite view down the valley between her breasts as she bent over. She straightened, the skirt remaining at her ankles. Stepping gracefully out of it with one foot, she high kicked it with the other foot, sending it flying somewhere behind the couch. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. And so, obviously was I. Obvious because my erection had popped out from the waistband of my thong. Steve Gets More Than A Bankloan... Selynn giggled "Lot of good that thing. You may as well take it off." The next track was Sexy Bitch by David Guetta, which was kind of appropriate as Selynn was now feeling awash between the thighs. She teased, tormented, and tantalized me. Bending, turning and twisting, she gave a show the like of which I had never seen before, even better than when I had gone to a strip club with some friends while at College. Selynn used her hair, peeping suggestively between strands of it; she wiggled her backside, attractively framed by midnight blue garters, matching silk panties and pale globes of ass flesh. I could plainly see a wet patch formed in the crotch of her panties as she bent double. It caused my cock to dribble a little pre-cum, and forgetting any inhibition, I massaged it into my cockhead. Selynn, turning, saw the movement and suggestively placed a finger in her mouth, sucking it salaciously. With a smile on her face Selynn slipped the straps of her silk, midnight blue teddy to her elbows. The inbuilt bra she needed dropped lower, slowly exposing more and more. Inch by inch her DD breasts were exposed. Unaware, my mouth dropped open, a look of utter concentration on my face. Selynn giggled. Continued to expose her lush breasts to her soon-to-be lover. The cd switched tracks, Lady GaGa belting out Telephone, filled the room. Selynn gyrated her hips in time to the beat. She eased the teddy to her waist, wriggled the tight fit over her hips and let it slip to the floor. She had already teased away the suspender clips, so was left in nothing but heels, stockings and panties. Now usually panties are not difficult to remove, but Selynn managed to take the rest of the 4 minute track before she stood before me, the best part of naked. Not that I was complaining. "Would you like me to keep my stockings on Steve? I'm so horny. I really need you to fuck me. Fuck me hard. Right now." The sounds of Pussycat Dolls, Don't Cha (featuring Busta Rhymes) filled the room, its strong beat pulsing in the pause which seemed to last for minutes. Selynn moved over to the couch, and straddled my outstretched body. Reaching between her legs she grasped me by my manhood, guiding me to her sweet spot. Inch by delicious inch she lowered herself until she was fully impaled on me. Selynn was so wet that she slipped easily onto me. Then she ground herself against my pubic bone, the music giving her rhythm. I groaned first. She was gripping my cock so hard with the walls of her tight pussy. I had been so turned on that, at this rate I was going to cum any second. I tried thinking of something else. Anything but the pleasure of Selynns' pussy. Kelis started to bang out Milkshake on the cd player, and I tried to concentrate on the words. It helped. And then Selynn came. Shuddering, screaming, grinding and sobbing her way through thirty long seconds of an orgasm that left her a panting wreck. So wet that, fortunately for me, she lost that tight gripping hot feeling; her pussy gushing with love juice that covered my lower stomach and my balls, and left me stiffly erect, every inch of my cock throbbing inside Selynn. PART TWO She slumped onto Steve's chest, her breasts mashing against him, her face buried in his shoulder as she slowly recovered from the most intensive orgasm of her entire life. It occurred to her; some flash of feminine intuition, that it would not be the last she would have with this special man. Steve ran his hands down her heaving flanks, and onto the plump cheeks of her ass. He squeezed them, gently pushing to and fro, enjoying the subtle movements shimmering over his cock. Her mouth close against his ear, he heard the words all men love to hear. "Steve, that was amazing. Such a wonderful orgasm, I came so hard. Thank you. Your cock felt so, so good." And if those words weren't enough, Selynn followed up with, "I want to suck you." Immediately, she slid off the couch onto her knees and lowered her head to his groin. It was so rapid that Steve had no time to think, just felt her ruby lips sink over his manhood. Looking down, a little in shock, at the blonde hair bobbing up and down; Steve thought he had died and gone to heaven. As if she could read his thoughts, Selynn had yet another talent in her toolbox. She placed one breast either side of Steve's rigid cock, squeezed the mounds together, and bounced them up and down. She did not move her body up and down as most girls need to do when giving a tittyfuck. She just moved the generous globes she was endowed with up and down his shaft. Steve knew not only that he was alive, he knew he was definitely in heaven. He ejaculated. He spunked. He came. None of these words adequately describe what Steve felt. He felt as if his cock had exploded; the whole contents of his lower body sucked through the place his cock used to be. He jabbered unintelligible words, babbled sounds that made no sense, as Selynn, as contented as the proverbial cat, licked the dome of his cock clean. It took several minutes before Selynn was cuddled up against Steve on the couch, their bodies entwined. They were comfortable, each with their own thoughts. Steve, being a typical man was thinking "What a great fuck. Man, I really gave it her. And those tits. Awesome. Fuck I could do with more of that. Jesus, I hope it gets hard again soon. Wonder if she really liked it? Hope she thought my cock was big enough." Selynn, being a typical woman, actually a really great woman, was thinking, "What a great guy. I haven't met someone so nice for years. It's so great that he talks to me, and not to my breasts like most men I meet. Even the guys at the bank do that, and they see me every day. It is kind of cute that Steve tries so hard not to look at them; I catch him when he thinks I'm not looking. He's quite good looking in a way. I thought he was stupid when I first met him. He's turned out to be fun though. I can talk to him, he's good company. And now that loan is approved, (God, I forgot to tell him I got a call from Head Office as I left for home. I'll tell him before we see the lawyers on Monday.)well, now the loan is approved his business will really grow. He will soon be making a lot of money. I hope he will still have time for me, with him working so hard. I have my career too, to think of." And then she thought, "Mmm, I'm still very horny. I do like his cock, it was just the right length to hit the spot." And she reached between their bodies, and lo and behold, she gave life to what Steve thought was dead. "There's a big double bed upstairs, and in just one minute it will hold a very horny woman, in need of a very horny man. Do you know anyone matching that description? Coming?" and she ran from the room, Steve following behind. And as if in agreement the cd player flicked on to a Bryan Adams track. Which one? Let's Make it A Night to Remember. What else could it have been? They tumbled onto the queen sized bed scattering several cushions placed there for decorative effect. They were soon kissing and laughing, Steve taking the opportunity to languish in the ripe mounds of Selynn's bosom. He loved the effect it had on her when he nibbled and sucked on her prominent nipples. They grew hard in his mouth. For her part, Selynn took Steve's cock in the palm of her hand, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. She liked the thickness of him, as she stroked him. Steve had been so engrossed in her breasts that he had quite ignored her pussy, which Selynn remedied quickly, her desire to be fucked rising, increasingly with the effect Steve was having on her nipples. "Finger fuck me Steve. Finger fuck me and eat my pussy Steve. Can you do that? Eat my pussy Steve, please" she begged. To Steves' credit, he didn't waste time thinking, he turned, spread Selynn's thighs wide, and pushed her knees back onto her chest. As he did so, Selynn's pussy lips spread, the outer lips swollen with desire, slicked heavily with love juice. The thin strip of blonde hair pointed vertically, as if directing his gaze towards her clit. "Selynn," Steve almost whispered in an awed tone "you do have a very beautiful cunt." And with that he dove in, like a man diving into a cool pool on a hot day. His technique may have been unpractised, but his enthusiasm was unbridled. Selynn, who hadn't experienced a tongue on her pussy since, she couldn't remember when, was soon panting as Steve devoured her sopping cunt. Her hands pulled her stocking clad knees apart and back, as she thrust up into her lover's mouth. His chin was opening her entrance as he concentrated his attention on her clit. The slight hint of stubble drove her wild, becoming the centre of attention for her uncontrolled thrusts. When Steve reached up and squeezed her nipples, it was light the blue touch paper, and stand back time. Selynn jerked against Steves chin so hard he felt his jawbone crack. Manfully he fastened onto her clit and licked away at it with the flatter part of his tongue. He felt hot juice flow over his chin, as it continued its way, dripping between Selynn's buttocks. Selynn gripped Steve's head between her splayed thighs for several minutes as the emotions abated, and her breath returned to normal. Despite the cool room, sweat dappled her forehead. Fireworks that had been soaring and bursting behind tightly closed eyes, gradually faded away, leaving a peaceful nothingness. "I certainly needed that." thought Selynn. For his part, Steve, who was being held fast against a sopping wet cunt, feeling the juices cooling, stickily, against his lower face, was somewhat less comfortable. His jaw still ached, and his tongue felt sore from the hard licking her clit had seemed to demand. His ears too had suffered from the friction of Selynn's stockings. "She certainly needed that." thought Steve. His aches and pains were soon forgotten when Selynn pulled him up her body to look him in the eyes. Whilst doing so she had reached down, gripped his rock hard tool, and guided him into her hot, slick passage. "Fuck me, fuck me now, fuck me hard Steve. I need your cock. Yes, yes, yes" she groaned as she felt Steve's cock fill her. Steve's entire being seemed concentrated on the six inches of rigid flesh between his legs. All feeling seemed centred on the exquisite sensations spreading through his body. He completely lost himself in that amazing place. With his eyes tightly shut, he was even unaware that Selynn had ridden another wave of orgasm; for him it was just another level upwards on the spiralling climb to his own impending orgasm. Selynn had her knees around Steve's waist, her heels hammering against his ass, dictating the tempo. As Steve climaxed, he lost all coordination and control. He twisted and thrust, trying to get every last inch and more into Selynn's tight cunt. As she felt his cock swell, she clenched the muscles inside her around his cock. She had practised doing this on her vibrator, (hadn't every girl read "The Joy Of Sex?") and gripped Steve's cock like a vice. Steve's body went rigid. From the tip of his toes, to the tip of his head, and most certainly to the tip of his cock. He was paralysed with pleasure. It was the pressure of Selynn's heels, and the pulsing muscles of her pussy that milked him dry. Jet after jet after jet was squeezed along his shaft; shot deep into that hot, wet, welcoming void. Finally, he collapsed onto Selynn, almost driving the breath from her. Dead to the World, or so it seemed. It took more than a few seconds for Selynn to wriggle out from beneath his heavy weight. She did so, and Steve flopped onto his back, arms akimbo. If there really is such a thing as a blank look, it was the one on Steve's face. Selynn looked at him, giggled, and snuggled up to him, laying her head on his chest. Steve just about registered her saying, "Look at that messy cock. That needs licking clean." He was rather more aware when she took his sticky cock in her mouth, lovingly cleaning every last morsel of their combined juices. This was something Selynn loved doing. She got off on the taste of her own sweet pussy juices, and often licked her vibrator after a good session with it. It was far too soon for Steve to recover any usable erection, so after ten minutes or so Selynn cuddled up to Steve, who held her, lovingly, against his chest. They murmured to each other in the fashion that lovers do. Intimately, with a closeness even good friends fail to achieve. Sheer contentment in their voices. Selynn even managed to venture downstairs, returning with two mugs of coffee. Steve hardly noticed, he was still on his way back from paradise. Sometime later, as the curtains over the window showed that dawn was not too far away, Selynn glanced down their entwined bodies, a sudden movement catching her attention. "Oh, I see Mr. Cocky is an early riser." she giggled, giving his manhood a crafty squeeze. Steve was rather surprised as Selynn moved up onto her knees, raised her generous buttocks high in the air, her head lowered onto her crossed arms, and looking across at him quoted, "Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more..." Shakespeare; King Henry the Fifths' rallying call, recalled Steve, from his college days. He was still smiling as he eased himself gently into Selynns own welcoming trench. The pace started slowly, Steve reaching under Selynn to take her huge DD's in his hands. The flesh filled his hands, and indeed overflowed them, to his utter delight. He spent minutes playing with them, doing everything it was possible to do with those magnificent mammaries. Several minutes later, he ran his hands down over her back, up her stockinged thighs, relishing the naughtiness occasioned with the wearing of stockings and heels whilst making love. He gripped her by the love handles present above her trembling buttocks. He pulled her harder on to his cock, increasing the rate of his thrusting, dictating a pace that grew ever faster as they raced toward the peak of desire. The effects of their earlier lovemaking, and the lateness of the hour made for an orgasm that was drawn from them rather than one that burst over them. It was weak, and tired, and fragile but left the pair drained of energy, completely wasted, and all the more wonderful for that. They lay in each others' arms, waning on the edge of sleep, exhaustion making each movement a concentrated effort, lust sated for the moment. A few minutes passed, both enjoying the complete and utter contentment they felt. It was Selynn who broke the silence first. "Steve, I was wondering, well, we do seem to get on really well with each other, so I thought. If you wanted.... I know it's early on, but would you like..?" Steve managed a grunt. "Would you like to move in here? See how we manage? Living together, I mean?" Steve grunted, yawned expansively, and let out a soft snore. Men!