8 comments/ 20687 views/ 0 favorites Strangers in the Night By: sharonerotica PREAMBLE I wrote this in the role of a man, to perhaps appeal to women for a change. But I fantasise as being Helen. Sharon A few years ago I was sitting in the departure lounge at Heathrow waiting for my late night flight to New York. As I glanced up from my newspaper, I noticed a very beautiful woman a few seats away. She was older than me, in her late twenties I guessed, but there was something about her that drew me. I was 20 then, and going through a phase of being very fascinated by women older than myself - something which has not entirely left me. She seemed so poised and relaxed, amidst all the usual restlessness being shown by the other waiting passengers. She was dressed simply, yet elegantly - a knee length floral silk skirt and a thin, white woollen sweater. Although, the top wasn't tight fitting, the quality of the wool supported and enhanced her shapely breasts as she moved. Black leather high heels set off her tanned bare legs nicely. Lustrous black hair, short and expertly cut, framed her lightly tanned oval face. I noticed that her coral painted fingernails matched her lipstick. To my eyes she stood out like a beacon from the mundane flow of travellers coming and going. I found myself unable to stop glancing at her from behind my paper. I knew that seats were not pre-allocated on the flight, and I considered staying close, in the hope of sitting beside her, but when we eventually moved to board the plane I was blocked by bodies and I lost sight of her. Imagine my surprise then, when, as I moved down the plane looking for a good seat, I saw my attractive stranger occupying a middle seat with the ones on either side of her vacant. "Go for it man," I told myself. When I asked if I could have the window seat, she smiled charmingly, and indicated that I could. As I sat down to her left, she explained that she found the inside seats a bit claustrophobic. After we had introduced each other, Helen and I chatted. When the plane took off, I was delighted that nobody had taken the aisle seat, so I had her to myself. Although my luck had set my heart racing, I managed to relax, and the conversation flowed easily and naturally as if we already knew each other. It turned out that she was French. Helen spoke perfect English, but the light French accent which men find so sexy in women, was turning me on. She had stopped off in London for a few days, before continuing to The States. I noticed that she was not wearing a wedding or engagement ring, although we didn't raise the subject of partners. Helen had lovely deep blue eyes, which held mine knowingly as she listened to my chat. They danced when she smiled or laughed. They seemed to be telling me that they had seen so many young men before me, gazing into them. She accepted my offer to share a nightcap, which helped our familiarity to grow. I don't know whether it's the scarcely noticeable vibration, but I always get horny on a plane, and I have been told that this applies to women as well. Sure enough, as the flight progressed, I felt the familiar stirring in my balls. Helen's skirt had eased back along her thighs as she relaxed in her seat. Although I was trying to be discreet in admiring her long bare legs, I think she must have noticed, but to my joy, she made no attempt to cover them. Although I was enjoying myself, the effects of a long day plus the drink made me surprisingly drowsy, and we fell silent, relaxed in each other's company. The cabin lights were dimmed and I asked Helen if she minded if I had a brief snooze. She smiled and signalled for a flight steward to bring a blanket for me. I had almost drifted off, when I felt the armrest between us being raised. Then to my surprise, a hand moved under the blanket and gently rested on my upper thigh. The touch set my pulse racing, and I felt my cock stir immediately. I sat perfectly still, and then as if in my sleep, I moved the leg she was touching nearer to her, giving easy access to my rapidly increasing bulge. To my delight, her hand moved to rest gently on my hard-on. After she had lightly stroked it through my trousers with her long nails for a moment or two, I decided to give up the pretence of sleep. As we both sat with our shoulders touching in the dim lighting, I moved the blanket so that it covered her lap also. As if prompted by my action, Helen removed her stroking hand. Without a word, she gave me a secret smile, which hardened my cock even more. She raised the armrest between her and the aisle seat and curled up on her side, with her knees drawn up, as if sleeping. I spread the blanket over her hips, and was relieved to see that the sole passenger on the other side of the aisle was obviously asleep. From being sleepy, I was now high on adrenalin. Every nerve in my body was on fire, and my cock was straining against my trousers. Cautiously, I slipped my right hand under the blanket and rested it on her thigh just above the knee. Ever so slowly and tentatively, expecting a rebuff any second, I eased her skirt back over her thigh and buttock. Helen's skin was warm and silky, and, as I leant over her, the floral fragrance of the scent she was wearing made my head swim with delight. She had extended her upper leg forward and over the other, and as I slowly slid the fingers of my right hand along the silky inside of her lower thigh, I realised that in my concentration, I had almost stopped breathing. At last my, trembling, fingers reached the crease between the cheek of her ass and her thigh. As they touched the thin silk band of the crotch of her thong I paused. My fingertips felt her dampness through the material when I slid them over the smooth gusset. I lightly trailed them over the bulge of her pussy lips, swollen and pressing against the restraining silk. With two fingers, I traced the crevice between them, until they rested against the damp patch, which covered her entrance. Helen stirred slightly, and made a little sound in her throat. She moved her upper leg a little further forward, giving me more access. With Helen to my left, I slid my left arm gently behind her back for support, and leant further over her, as the plane carried us through the dark night. The searching fingers of my other hand slipped easily under the thin material. When they touched the hot, moist entrance, brushing past wisps of fine hair, Helen instinctively tightened her vaginal opening. But in seconds I felt her pussy relax under my gentle probing. My mouth was dry, my cock was throbbing, and I expected to awake from a dream any second. But this is really happening, I told myself, as my fingers tingled madly from the feel of Helen's clinging inner lips. I continued my cautious exploring. I circled the wet, sticky entrance, stretched partly open by the position she was in. Then at last my forefinger glided smoothly into her velvety opening, as far as it would go. I felt it touch Helen's cervix and the walls of her pussy clenched tightly around it. I slowly withdrew, and entered her again with two fingers. She uttered another muffled sound, and her breathing had become unsteady. Slowly I circled her clinging pussy, probing and stroking, but I couldn't reach her clit in that position. Finally Helen couldn't stay still any longer, and with a soft groan she pushed down demandingly against my hand, slippery with her secretions. The movement startled me for a second, and I almost withdrew my hand. Spurred on by her encouragement, I was going to make the most of this astonishing opportunity. I leant further forward, gently kissed one of her closed eyes, and continued stroking my fingers in and out. To my joy, Helen opened her eyes, and her lovely wide mouth curved in a smile. Reaching behind her, she took my hand and slowly eased my fingers from her pussy. She swung her long bare legs round and sat up. After glancing round to check that the passenger across the aisle was still asleep, and still wordless, she slipped an arm round my shoulders and we kissed. I drank in the delicate perfume from her hair, while our lips and then tongues met and explored, slowly and gently. Although I was wildly excited, Helen seemed to have a calming effect on me, as I followed her lead. It felt so different to the frantic sexual wrestling matches that I had experienced with other women. Her lips felt so soft and yielding, and yet her tongue was so firm in contrast and danced teasingly against, and then away from mine. I don't know if it was the effects of the unusual situation, or my memory playing tricks, but I still think that it was the most sensual and skilful kissing I have ever enjoyed. After a moment or two, Helen took my face in her hands and looked at me in the dim lighting. I must have had an anxious look on my face, for she smiled reassuringly at me. Even in my high state of sexual lust, I was totally captivated by the sheer beauty of her smile, and I remember that my heart actually seemed to miss a beat, just as they describe in songs. "It's alright," she whispered, in that lovely French accent. While gazing into my eyes, she freed her top from her waistband, and reached back to unhook her bra. She eased her skirt right up to her hips, and in one smooth movement raised her hips and slipped off her thong. Pausing for a second to touch my cheek with her warm fingers, she lay down on her side again, tucking her legs back into that position of easy access. I gaped at the glimpse of the lips of her pussy for a second, before covering her with the blanket. The plane was silent, apart from the steady drone of the engines, and no one was moving around. Needing no further invitation, I swiftly undid my trousers and pushed them and my pants down to my ankles. As it was freed, my stiff cock sprang up against my belly. It was rock hard and I felt my lust increase as I stroked it. Easing my hips under the blanket, I curled my body up against Helen's. In seconds my cock was probing against her buttocks, as I searched for her waiting cunt. When the smooth head met the resistance of her opening, I poised it with my hand and with one gentle but firm thrust my cock glided passed the yielding lips and sank deep into her. I controlled the impulse to pump her wildly as her hot moist cunt gripped my shaft like a firm handshake. We lay still for a moment then I began steady, controlled strokes, desperately concentrating on prolonging the exquisite pleasure. With one foot braced on the floor I kept a smooth rhythm going, but paused when the pressure to cum was getting too much. Helen had moved her upper leg as far forward as possible, and this allowed me to slide my right hand between my cock and her silky pubes to stroke her firm clit with my thumb. It was easy to find the engorged head, thrusting from between her stretched lips. Helen was making tiny mewing sounds in her throat, and I could see the fingers of her right hand clawing into the soft seat. I was desperate for this mysterious Goddess to cum first. I owed all of this to her, for she had instigated this amazing adventure, and I felt that I must not fail her. Helen was moving her hips in a very slight but skilful movement, in time with my thrusts - almost circling her gripping cunt around my shaft. The spontaneous way this encounter had happened, and the excitement of fucking a stranger in a public place, added to the physical pleasure I was receiving. It seemed that every sexual nerve in my body was more alive than ever before. In an effort to delay my orgasm, I stopped thrusting, but continued to gently tease her clit. With my weight taken by my elbow, I slid my left hand under Helen's top. She eased up her body to allow my hand to go under her as I sought her breast, nestling free of the loosened bra. My hand closed around the soft flesh, crowned by a hard raised nipple. Helen arched her back and pressed against me, with a soft moan. I knew that I couldn't last much longer. I moved my right hand and slid it across Helen's stomach, slick with sweat, and probed down between her legs. Once again I was able to easily locate the bulge of her engorged clit. As I circled my finger round it, I started fucking her again, with steady strokes. Suddenly, I felt Helen go rigid. She pressed her face hard against the seat in an attempt to stifle the noise she knew she was about to make. Then, as my cock was gripped fiercely by the clenching and unclenching of her cunt, Helen gave a succession of deep groans, as her orgasm swept through her. It seemed to go on forever, and that wonderful sensation on my straining cock was more than I could take. I exploded into her within seconds, in a wonderful shuddering climax, as my cock pumped and spurted deep inside her. Still protected by the blanket, we lay still, our bodies linked by my slowly subsiding cock. The plane droned on and the passengers were as silent as ever in the dim lighting. Nobody was aware of our silent and intense spell of stolen ecstasy. I buried my face in her sweet smelling hair, and wanted to stay like that forever. But after a while, my cock slid out, and I could feel our combined juices leaking on to my thigh. The minutes of that brief, magical intimacy seemed like hours while I lay in bliss. Then reluctantly, I moved, and Helen sat up. When she looked at me, my heart rose when I saw that there were no traces of shame or regret on her lovely serene face. She kissed me gently on the lips, picked up her thong, fastened her bra, and went down the aisle to the toilet. Fumbling under the blanket, I adjusted my trousers. My brain was buzzing. What next? Would I see her again after we landed? I was going through all the turmoil of a young man who has just fallen in love. When Helen returned and I got up to go to the toilet, she asked if she could have the window seat as she was sleepy. When I returned she was asleep. I spent what remained of the flight gazing at her face, as attractive in sleep as it was when awake. Was it my imagination, or was there still a trace of that enigmatic smile on her lips? Helen wakened to the pilot's arrival announcement, and we saw JF Kennedy airport glinting in the morning sunshine, beneath us. As we got our luggage ready I seemed unable to meet her eye. Although she seemed totally at ease, I felt awkward and suddenly shy. I kept trying to think of the right thing to say - so ended up saying nothing of course. Again, very little was said as we got down from the plane and passed through controls. My mind was whirling. Should I, or shouldn't I ask her out? Is someone meeting her? Would I appear a stupid young man, if I asked this elegant woman to see me again? Strangely I had never got round to asking her what her plans were in New York. As we neared the exit barrier, I was just plucking up courage to ask her to meet me again, when she waved to a man who was clearly waiting for her. Helen turned and gazed deeply at me with her beautiful blue eyes. Eyes, which were smiling, but were perhaps a little sad? She held out her hand. "Au Revoir, Goodbye Jim," she said, and her warm hand lingered in mine for a few fleeting seconds longer than was necessary, then we both turned and walked away. I never saw Helen again, but I will never, ever forget her. Strangers in the Night "Well," Tom sighed, "what other romantic songs do we have for Valentine's Day? More Dean Martin?" The little piano bar was more crowded than on some nights. It had been a shore day, St. Martin. No big production show tonight, just one of those juggling comedians that seem to find their way on to cruise ships. Washed up, like him, flotsam bobbing against the shoreline, but not quite, not quite stranded yet. He had a few more years, a few more years until his voice gave out completely, until he could not stand to sing My Way one more time, until his laptop fried in the middle of cruise and left him without the thousands of songs it could bring up at a moment's notice. "How about Fly Me To the Moon?" one of the guys in the little group that had established themselves as regulars piped up. He ignored them. They had just chosen the last two songs. The same old, literally old, crowd. It was in between winter break and spring break, no college kids to liven things up a little. Not than anyone under fifty ever wandered in to sit down. The wall behind him was open, people were passing by all the time, but that's all they did, pass by, pausing for a few seconds perhaps to admire how elegant he looked, in his tuxedo, seated at his lovely baby grand. "How about someone else? How about over in the corner there?" It was then that he saw her, sitting alone, almost out of sight. He almost didn't recognize her, her figure hidden in a loose grey sweatshirt. But that face, that blonde hair in a little half ponytail, was unmistakable. It was the new singer for the production company. Three days out at sea, or was it four? What must she be thinking? She looked very, very lonely. Of course, he knew all about loneliness. Why had he ever taken this job? He had thought that it would be an adventure. He had dreamed, that one night, there would be a beautiful woman looking at him like that. But he could not change himself. Until now. He was surprised that she was in here. The drinks were a lot cheaper in the crew bar. Of course, there was not much atmosphere there, no dark wood panelling, no thick carpet. It occurred to him, fleetingly, that she might actually be sitting there enjoying his music, but he pushed that thought aside. Well, he thought wildly, this is the moment, if there ever was one. "Diana," he said, trying to be very much in control, a teacher tracking down a wayward pupil, "I see you back there, hiding." She blushed at that, she actually trembled, and he was sure that she was going to run away. Where was the woman who exuded sexual confidence and exuberance on stage? It was comical how shy she was in private. "Diana," he soothed her, as if he were coaxing his own child, "won't you come sing something for us?" The rest of his little audience -- it would be presumptuous to call it a crowd -- had recognized her now. There were little murmurs of encouragement, urging her to the microphone that was set up next to his piano. He put it there, every night, and no one ever used it. But now, here she was, impossibly beautiful, impossibly young, smiling at him uncertainly. My God, he thought to himself, a woman like that! When he was her age, someone like her would have looked right past him. And now, she was actually abashed by his confidence and power. She had no idea how terrified he was, how difficult it was for him to face her gaze without letting his teeth chatter. "What would you like to sing?" he asked, very gently. She was so much like his daughter, and he used that, he used that to have the confidence to talk to her. "How about Over the Rainbow? Do you have that?" "I have every song ever written. I even know that one." "Can you do it in e flat?" "You've got it." Oh God, he thought, as she began to sing, what a glorious, glorious voice. So young, so pretty, and with a voice like that ... she deserved better than a cruise ship. And maybe, maybe she would get there some day. Maybe she would be one of the lucky ones. The song ended, and there was silence. It took everyone a moment to get their breath back. Then came applause, as much as the little crowd could make, and she blushed again, and fled back to her table. He went back to growling out Perry Como. His voice wasn't bad, but it didn't sound so great after what she had just done. Against all odds, she didn't leave. She was still sitting at that little table, staring at him, staring out into space, closing her eyes, dabbing at them once in a while with one of the little napkin that had come along with her drink. There was quite a pile of little napkins there to choose from, it seemed. He cut his set short a little, and left the piano to start up the canned music. He was sure that when he turned back around, she would be gone. But she was still there. "Do you mind if I join you?" He tried to make his voice confident, casual, even though he felt like every part of his body was shaking. Bond, James Bond. He tried to hide behind the tuxedo. Dashing, handsome, experienced, sophisticated, that was him. That was who she thought he was. But it was no good pretending. Forty five years old, and he felt like he was back at a junior high school dance. What was the matter with him? Didn't women like confidence, assurance? Surely he could snow this little girl. She smiled at his shyness, his diffidence. "I really would like that," she said. "I am really lonely tonight." She said it so frankly, so trustingly, it caught him off guard. There was, he sighed, no way that he was going to bring himself to seduce this girl. A father figure, that was what she wanted from him. He found himself falling into the old, familiar patterns. He could treat her like his daughter, that let him approach her, talk to her. But to go any further than that -- it would be such a breach of trust. Why was she sitting here talking to him, and not David or Brian, one of those brash young dancers with huge muscles and egos to match? She just wanted someone she could have a conversation with, someone who wasn't going to hit on her -- someone old and respectable and safe. That was why she was here. There was no sense fooling himself. "I hope I didn't embarrass you too much, asking you to sing." "Oh, not at all." When she sang, her vowels were broad, almost American, but now her speech was more clipped. England, her bio had said, she came from somewhere outside of London. What kind of English girl, he wondered, wound up as a singer on a cruise ship? Not upper class, certainly, maybe not even middle class. Bur her accent sounded educated. Didn't make the cut to go to university, or had she chosen a different path? "This is your first time on a cruise ship?" he ventured. He already knew that, of course, from the biography in the playbill. "Yes. And you?" "Oh," he smiled wanly, "I've lost count. It's been a couple of years. I'm beginning to feel like the Flying Dutchman. You're just out of school?" "Three year performance program. Yep, this is my first real job. My first time away from home. First time away from ..." She stopped, and started to dab at her eyes again. "Your family?" he suggested. "You miss your family?" "My boyfriend," she had to make it explicit. "I called him," she said, "while we were on the island. It cost me a bloody fortune, but I thought, what the hell, it's Valentines Day, it will be a nice surprise." "He should have enjoyed that." "Yes," she answered quite dryly, "he should have." "It's difficult. You're away for a long time." "Six months." "And he's back in England?" "Yes. Yes, God knows he was upset when I took the job. But I thought, maybe he could join me sometimes, maybe he could fly over to New York occasionally." "It doesn't work," he sighed. "It never works." "You're married?" She was staring at his fingers. "Guilty as charged." "Your wife is with you?" "Not this trip. Not," he sighed, "for a few trips now. Quite a few." "What happened?" "Oh, I don't know. Everything was perfect, perfect. Nice job, nice house, nice family. But then I got laid off, she put on a lot of weight, we started to fight about money, and ... I don't know. It all fell apart. I always wanted to do something with music. When I was out on the road, I always used to find a piano and spend the evening playing and singing." "So now you're here. You're very good. Don't most people start out as entertainers and then find something respectable?" "I'm just living life in reverse. What can I tell you?" The waiter came, and deposited two more drinks. "A toast," she said, bitterly, "to St. Valentine." "A toast," he replied, "to strangers in the night." His break was over, and he went back to play for another half hour. Surely, she would leave. Surely, one of the other dancers or singers, some other beautiful young body, male or female, would claim her, whisk her away. But she was still there. And, at the end, she came up to sing again, Strangers in the Night. She didn't know the words very well, and she had to lean over his back to read them off the computer screen. She pressed against him, hands on his shoulders, breasts vibrating against his neck, her hot breath cascading down his forehead. It was all he could do to concentrate on the chords, to keep his fingers from trembling as he broke them up into little riffs beneath the glory of her voice. By the end of the song, he had fallen in love with her, so hopelessly, so completely, that it was almost impossible to concentrate on what needed to be done to close up for the evening. "Well," he said, struggling for some composure, "that's all for this Valentine's Day. I wish you all a very romantic rest of the evening, on this beautiful ship. Don't forget the special Valentine's Day Chocolate Lovers Buffet, which should be starting just about now, right next door in the Sea Shell Dining Room." In fact, the line for that buffet was backed up behind them. They had been part of the applause that had greeted Diana's second song. "Do you want to get some chocolate?" "No." She retreated back to her table, and he trailed after her. "Not now, not in that crowd. Maybe later. I don't know," she scowled. "I'm already eating too much. You know, they weigh us every morning?" "What happens if you've gained weight?" "They whip us." She said it with such deadpan seriousness that he actually believed her. "Whip you?" She laughed at his shock. "No, they don't whip us. Whipping would leave visible marks. We can't afford that, we have to work naked." "Naked? I wish." "Might as well be. Those costumes don't cover much, and each one covers a different bit." "Does that bother you?" "When I'm on stage, no. But the other night they had us hanging around after the performance. I was in this skirt that was slit up to the waist. And I couldn't wear anything under it. Well, I suppose I could have, but it would have spoiled the effect, you know? I was so embarrassed, just standing there like that. And it makes it tricky, getting a tan." "Orient Beach is good for that." "Yeah, isn't it?" she drawled. "The girls dragged me over there, this afternoon. I had absolutely no idea what I was getting into until I saw this big sign in French. Plage nue." She drawled out a pretty good French accent, plawhje nooh. "And then there were all these old people walking around naked. It was so embarrassing. I mean, sometimes I would look around the church, and wonder what those people would looked like without clothes on. But I never really wanted to know. Now I do." She gave a little shudder. "I saw you over there," she added, "running." That was enough to make him blush. Of course, he had seen her too, bunched up with all the other girls from the show, in a little island of beauty in a desert of flab. But he had hoped that he had gone unnoticed as he ran by. "You keep in pretty good shape," she added. "I'm impressed." "I'm running all the time," he said. "When I'm not playing the piano, I'm running around the jogging track." "Good for you." They sat for a few minutes without talking. "Did you call your wife today? For Valentine's Day?" "No," he admitted. "I guess there isn't too much romance left." "I should nae have called my boy friend. You know what he did? He fooking broke up with me. Four days out, on fooking Valentine's day. The fooking arse hole broke up with me." "Fooking?" He was almost shocked at her casual obscenity. "Fucking." She said it this time with an American accent. "I'm sorry," he said, without too much conviction. "It was probably going to happen, sooner or later." "Yeah, sooner or later. The fooking bastard couldna wait to get rid o' me." She stopped. "I'm sorry, when I get upset I forget to enunciate properly." "It's lovely. I love the way you talk. What do you want to do?" It was not even eleven yet, too early for bed. At least, too early for sleep. "Do you want to go dancing?" "Gawd no, I spend half the day fooking dancing." Her accent was devolving with each drink. "How about a walk? I need some air." She seemed to be having a bit of trouble organizing her limbs to get up from the table. "Sure." Just across the hallway was a door out onto the promenade deck, which on this ship also served as the jogging track. "How many times have you been around this walk?" "Oh, God," he said, "I don't know, twenty laps every day, for how many days? Thousands, tens of thousands. I'm like a squirrel in a cage." He took off his jacket. "Oh," she sighed, "I wish I could do that. It's hot out here. I wish I was wearing something under this sweatsuit. They only give us one bag of laundry a week for free, so I'm trying to save clothes." "We could up to the observation deck. There's more breeze up there." "Look, Mr. Waters ..." "Tom," he winced. "Tom," she said, "you're being very nice, and I appreciate it, but I'm really not feeling very romantic tonight. Even though it's fooking Valentine's Day." She deliberately drawled it that time. The disappointment in his face must have been too evident. "Wait," she said, as he turned to leave, "I didn't say I wasn't horny." That was enough to make stop. "I'm horny as all hell and pissed as all hell." It had probably been twenty years, but some of the old reflexes started to kick in. Just like riding a bicycle, he thought, you never forget how to do it. At least, he hoped that was true. "Well," he said, "why don't we just go downstairs and spend the rest of the evening fooking?" She cupped one hand around his balls, then stroked upward, testing for an erection through the thick fabric of his tuxedo. "Are you any good?" It was time to be the masterful, experienced older man. It was time to assure her that he was gonna rock her world, baby. But all he could come out with was a feeble "What?" The question, posed so calmly, was enough to completely unsettle him. "Are you any good," she whispered it this time, into his ear, "at fooking?" Her tongue was brushing his earlobe at the end. He had a sudden premonition that he was in way over his head. "I'm okay," he sighed. "I know what I'm doing. Actually, I'm out of practice. I haven't tried it for a while. How about you?" She burst out laughing. "I stink. I suck so bad. No, I even stink at sucking. I am the world's worst. The worst! I just lie there like a dead fish waiting for it to be over soon." She broke away from him and leaned over the railing, staring out pensively at the passing foam. He came up behind her and slid his hands up under her sweatshirt. She really was wearing nothing under it. Her breasts were larger than he had realized, smooth and firm, and her nipples were tiny but very hard. She sighed a little as he ran his fingers over them. "I think," he whispered back, into the nape of her neck "that you are incredibly sexy." Her hair was very soft, subtly scented, and he parted it to kiss her smooth, golden skin. Beauty is only skin deep, perhaps, but her skin was so soft, so creamy -- a little salty as he licked it. "Oh, I am, until I actually get into bed. Then it all goes away. I just freeze up. Look, if we go down and have sex now, we're just going to go through the motions. At least I am. I don't want that, not tonight." "You're ready to cut loose." "Well, why not? Why the fook not? Look," she broke away, turned around, gave him a appraising stare, her deep blue eyes only inches from his, so close their eyelashes were almost touching, "isn't there something you have always wanted to do, but you could never convince your wife to do it? No, don't tell me what it is." She didn't look so shy now. She looked more like that girl who was so explosive on stage. "As long as it doesn't leave any visible marks, I'll do it. But," she smiled, and the smile did not seem so innocent, "you have to do whatever I want, first." "What is it?" "I'm not going to tell you. Are you willing?" "No visible marks?" "You wear a suit. A fooking tuxedo." Well, he thought to himself, why the fook not. How many times had he dreamed of a moment like this? How many nights had he waited for something like this to happen, and there had never been anything, not even the hint of anything. "Good for you. Come, let's get going." He had never actually said yes, but he followed her meekly. She walked very quickly; he was almost running to keep up with her. "You don't share a cabin, do you?" "No. Do you?" "With three other girls. It. Is. The. Pits." "You never lived in a dorm?" "Never. I lived at home when I was in college." "Four in a room? Bunk beds?" "Sort of. The girls on the bottom have moved theirs together." "That must be interesting." The implications seemed obvious, but he didn't push it. "It sucks, it sucks so bad. The beds are supposed to be on the edges of the room, and you're supposed to be able to walk around the in middle -- but no, they have their beds together in the middle so you have to walk around on the side, except the upper bunks are in the way, you keep hitting your head all the time." "My cabin is down this way." He tried to make it sound routine, as if he invited beautiful young women to share his bed every evening. "Got to get some stuff first." She was heading for the theatre. "Wait here." She used her key card to enter the ladies' changing room. "Not allowed in?" He poked his nose through the door. The walls were plastered with huge posters of naked hunks, all improbably hung. Intimidating. And, in truth, some of the dancers were probably built exactly like that. It made his poor attempts at fitness seem pretty pitiful. "Damn!" She seemed very upset. "It's not here!" "What's not here?" "None of your business." She gave him a smirk like a mother hiding a birthday present. There was a house phone on the wall. "Hello, who is this? Yes it's Dini, to whom am speaking? Chrissie? Chrissie, remember the props you were showing me? I need them. Why? Remember what you said you did to Brian? No, not Brian, Tom. Tom, the piano player? Wears a tuxedo? Yeah, that one. No, I saw him over at the beach today, he's not flabby at all. No, I don't know yet. I need help? Yes, I know I could use a psychiatric evaluation. The fact that I'm even on this ship sharing a room with you is evidence of that. Oh, that kind of help. Yes, I'm sure he'd like that. What cabin?" She turned to Tom. "Four four oh two." "Oh,, you know where it is? Do you now? How interesting. Ten minutes? Okay. We won't dare start without you." "What was that?" "Chrissie is coming over to help." "Help with what?" "You'll see. Do you know Chrissie?" "I know who she is," Tom replied, choosing his words carefully. "She's the black girl. The one with the big..." he stopped, abruptly. "She seems to know who you are, too." Diana gave him a look of appraisal. "It's a small ship. A small world. After a while, we all get to know each other." Strangers in the Night "I imagine so," she drawled. "We run together, sometimes. Fairly often. You know, it gets a little boring, running around the same ship all the time." "I would imagine so." "It's nice to have someone to talk to. Sometimes we have a drink together." "Oh, I'm surprised." "At what?" "She said you were old and flabby." "She said what? That bitch! She's just jealous because I'm faster. She knows I can whip her sorry fat black ass any time I want to." For some reason, that was enough to make Diana choke in the attempt to suppress her giggles. They were heading down the stairwell now, three flights down, then the long narrow corridor to his cabin. Thankfully, it was empty. "Have you ever had sex with her?" She asked the question as if it were the most casual thing in the world. But he could sense it was not a casual question at all. "I wish. I'm afraid I'm not her type" He tried to make it a joke, then, out of the blue, remembering those two beds pulled together, added, "have you?" "Yes." She blurted it out. "What?" He stopped dead in his tracks, grabbed her to stop her also. "Chrissie has seduced you already? Three days out? That is really, really sick." She seemed abashed at his reaction. "It's not a big deal. It was sort of like, a rite of passage. The first night in the room." "The first night in the room?" "First night at sea. It was sort of like, an initiation." "An initiation." "Yes." She started to blush, then drew herself up, regaining her composure. "I had to make it with the other three girls." "They made you do that? That's awful, taking advantage of you like that." And just what was he doing? He should be ashamed of himself. He was ashamed of himself. But, a deal was a deal. He wasn't going to back out now. At least, he would keep his half of the bargain. "Well, they didn't exactly make me do it. They sort of strongly suggested that it was a ship tradition. At least, a tradition in their cabin. You know, if we're going to live in such close quarters, it's easier if we're all intimate. It's easier to get that settled right away, instead of letting it drag on. That makes sense, doesn't it? It was no big deal." "No big deal," he repeated, dazed by her revelation. She had seemed so shy, so innocent. "It would be with me, if I moved in with a bunch of guys and they said I had to blow them. It would be a huge fucking deal." "Well, it wasn't." She seemed defiant now. "And it wasn't a surprise. It wasn't as if they got me there under false pretences. I knew it was coming." "You knew?" "Well, I sort of knew. Look," she sighed, "these cruises are very long. You're going to be living with the same people in very close quarters, for a very long time. It's not going to work if you're not compatible." "That seems," he said after a moment, "like it's taking things a bit too far. They made you perform cunnilingus on all three of them?" "I believe," she said dryly, "that's the technical terminology." She broke away and started walking again, and he trailed after her, trying to keep up. "And you had to make them all come?" He couldn't let it go. She was going to turn around, and slap him, and storm away, and that would be the end of it. They were going to spend the next six months glaring at each other any time they happened to meet. But instead, she just giggled. "Oh yes, I had no problem doing that. I'm really good with my tongue. I'm terrible at blow jobs, according to dear Alex, but I've always been good with girls." Always? "And they made you come?" "No." She paused. "Not that they didn't give it a try. I'm telling you, I'm a fucking dead fish. I just got chafed. That's one the reasons I haven't been wearing panties all week." "Oh." "Look," she snapped, "I could have taken a different job. I could have moved into a different cabin. I made a choice. Is there anything wrong with that?" "No, nothing at all." "Good," she said, then added, "Chrissie's ass is not a bit fat. She's all muscle." He was, by now, in such a state of arousal that he was sure that the brush of his pants against the tip of his erection was going to make him explode. He was sure that he was going to have to send the tuxedo to the cleaners with a very embarrassing stain. Nothing on this ship was anonymous. Some little Phillipina would see the stain, she would know whose tuxedo it was, and there would be little titters of gossip hanging around him like an invisible cloud. Each step towards the cabin was an exercise in self control. Chrissie was waiting for them when they got there. Skin like café au lait, black, curly hair -- she could not have been more of a contrast to Diana's pale gold. But they were both big girls, as tall as he was. And strong, too. He had one holding each arm as they ushered him into the room. "So," Diana laughed, "this is how the other half lives. Look at all this wood." He was lucky enough to have one of the passenger style cabins. An inside one, but at least it had proper furniture instead of the bare metal and grey vinyl featured in the crew quarters. "Look at all those mirrors. You've got yourself a little cathouse here, Tommy Boy!" Yeah, he thought to himself, I get to watch myself jacking off all the time. "Oh!" Diana sighed, "this sweatshirt has been killing me!" She gave a groan as she shrugged it over her head. It stuck there, for a moment, and her breasts wiggled enchantingly as she struggled to free herself. "Oof! That's better!" She pulled off her pants absentmindedly, leaving them on a heap at her feet. No panties. As he had noticed on the beach, she was shaved to complete smoothness -- not surprising considering some of the costumes she had to wear. She was, literally, statuesque, her nipples small and pink, with barely any aureole, her vagina so tight lipped, that it was barely an indentation in her groin. He could understand how she could get away with wearing nothing, or almost nothing, underneath her costumes. There was hardly anything to hide. Chrissie had pulled off her sundress. She also was wearing nothing underneath. It seemed that both of them were trying to save on their laundry bills. Her body was just the opposite -- her breasts were all aureole, with huge black nipples. She also had shaved off most of her pubic hair, just a little line of black curls exactly like the ones that covered her head, but there was no masking her sex, huge, heavy, thick black lips hanging down almost as prominently as his balls, a clitoris jutting out that was half the size of his penis. She never wore skimpy costumes, and he could see why now. "Take off your clothes." Chrissie prodded him back out of his trance. He did it systematically, carefully hanging up the pants and jacket, putting the studs and cufflinks, the bowtie and cummerbund in their spots, folding the shirt into the dirty laundry drawer. He was standing there in just his under shorts and socks. "Come on!" Chrissie pulled down the shorts. "Oh, my, Tommy boy! You've been holding out on us!" "I told you he was built," Diana giggled. "I thought you meant muscles. My, oh my, some night we'll have to try that out." She gave his penis a little pat, bobbed it up and down a couple of times. "Maybe later," Diana said. She gave him an absentminded, friendly little kiss, right on the tip, and he almost lost it, then and there. "You've got the thing?" "Oh yeah." Chrissie rummaged into the bag she was carrying, and produced a bright blue dildo. "Nice little one. Beginner size. Tommy boy, do you have any idea what we're going to do to you?" "I think so." He'd come across videos. In fact, he'd even tracked down videos. He'd always wondered what it would be like. He had never imagined that he would find out. "This is your chance to back out." "What do you mean, back out?" Diana broke in, upset. "He promised." "Look dear, I'm not taking your word for it. Do you understand, Tommy Boy, that Diane is going to put this little blue cock on and fuck you up the ass with it?" "You don't have to be so explicit. It was supposed to be a surprise," Diane fumed. "A surprise? How much more of a surprise can it be? He's seen the thing. What the fuck else are we going to do with it? Well, Tommy Boy, what about it?" He nodded. He was afraid to try to speak. "You scared?" He nodded again. "Good. You got any medical conditions?" "What?" Diana broke in again. "Look, sweetheart, I used to be a cop. It's habit." "You were a cop?" Tom could not resist asking. "Yeah, a cop. They fired me for moonlighting. You taking any medications?" He shook his head. "Any problems with rectal bleeding?" She gave him a hard stare. "No," he muttered. "I hope to God you're telling the truth. What's your safe word?" "Safe word?" The other two said it at the same time. "You two don't even know what a safe word is? You are really lucky I came along. You'd be winding up in the hospital, or the brig, trying to do this shit on your own. Lollipop." "Lollipop?" "That's your safe word. You say lollipop, everything stops dead. You understand?" He nodded. "How about you?" She turned to Diana. "You got that into your little blonde brain? He says lollipop, and you stop whatever the fuck you are doing. You need a trip to the bathroom?" That question was directed at Tom. "That might be a good idea." "A very good idea, for all of us. But when he got there, all he could do was pee a little. "That," he could hear Diana fuming out in the cabin, "was about the least sexy thing I have ever heard. It sounded like my last gyno exam." "It'll get better, sweetie, trust me. You've got to get some of these details worked out. Better now, than once you get going. Come on, let's start setting up. You see those lights on either side of the bed? You can run the cords right around them, and then back in." "I never would have figured that out." "That's why I'm here, honey." Chrissie gave a long, throaty chuckle. When he stepped out of the bathroom, it was dark. He had an inside cabin, no porthole for light. He had left the bathroom light on, but one of them extinguished it behind him. Before his eyes could adjust to the sliver of illumination coming in beneath to door to the hallway, they had wrestled him onto the bed, on to his back. Something snapped around his wrists. Handcuffs, he thought, in disbelief, where would they get handcuffs on a cruise ship? Then his legs were being pulled back, one of them on each side. "This isn't working," Chrissie was muttering. "We need more light." "Okay," Diana sighed. "So much for romance." One of the little lights next to his bed came on. He realized that they had wrapped bungee cords around each of those lights, and, sure enough, they were attached to handcuffs, which were now attached to his wrists. "How the hell did you get those in the ship?" "Oh, they've been here for a long time. Before my time, that's for sure. We sort of pass them around. When we're changing rooms, they're up in the cast lockers." "Oh." That had been what Diana was looking for. "Now," Chrissie said, "this will be a lot easier on all of us if you just cooperate. Understand?" She gave him a sharp slap on his belly. "Pull your legs up." "Like this?" "No, higher, over your head. Is that the best you can do? Men!" She pushed his right leg up and out, so that his knee was touching his elbow. "Does that hurt?" "A little." "Good. Where is the fucking tape?" "Right here." Diana was handing her a roll of surgical tape. "No, don't give it to me. Tape him while I hold him in position. That's it, lock the elbow and knee together. Okay, let's do the other leg. Tommy Boy, you are shaking like a leaf. You aren't going to mess up the bed, are you?" He shook his head. "Better get a towel, just in case. Better safe than sorry." When she came back out of the bathroom she opened that door and the closet door that was across from it. Both of them were mirrored, and the room was so small that they were almost touching the bottom of the bed. He had a perfect view of himself -- a view of parts that he had never really seen before. "How's that, Tommy Boy? You like what you see? You have such a cute little asshole, doesn't he, Dini? Wait." She put a towel on top of one of the pillows, "come on girl, let's get him up on top of this, it'll give a better angle. Okay." She had brought out a wet washcloth with the towel. "Let's make sure you're nice and clean." She wet a finger and he watched in horrid fascination as it vanished within him. "Good," she said, examining it, "clean as a whistle." "I'm astonished," Diana grumbled, "that you didn't use surgical gloves." "You want some?" Chrissie took her seriously. "I've got a few pairs of the ones that the food handlers use. We can even slap a rubber on poor Tommy Boy here if you think we need to." "God no," Diana groaned. "I already feel like I'm doing a fucking medical exam." "Slap him a few times." "What?" "Slap him. No, not on the face. It'll show. Slap him on the ass. Give him a good spanking." Tom braced himself, but what came was hardly more than a little pat on the butt. "Come on girl! You can do better than that!" The next slap was stinging, and the next one even harder. "I need to be able to sit down to work," he pointed out. "Is that a lollipop? Already?" Chrissie was sardonic. "Slap somewhere else, that's all." "Okay," Diana said, and she slapped his balls. He saw the where the hand was headed, he heard the sharp retort of flesh hitting flesh. The burst of sensation that came next was more than pain. He felt as if everything was glowing, exploding, for just a tiny instant. "Oh!" he gasped, when he got his breath back. "Tom! I'm so sorry! We'll stop, right now." "He didn't say lollipop," Chrissie pointed out. "What?" "He didn't say lollipop. Did you, Tommy Boy?" Tom shook his head. "You keep going, until he tells you to stop." "Slap him again?" "Are you enjoying it?" "Enjoying what?" "Slapping him?" "Of course I'm not enjoying it." "Maybe not then, not right now. You're not ready yet." "I'm not enjoying any of this," Diana sighed. "I thought it would be fun, but it is not turning me on, at all. I'm sorry." "Use your mouth," Chrissie suggested. "Maybe that will get things going." "Give him a blow job? I hate fucking blow jobs." "No, stick your tongue up his ass." "That is NOT part of my fantasy." "That's why I'm here, baby, to give your little blonde brain a boost. Trust me." "Trust you? Why the fuck should I trust you. Tommy, I'm sorry, this has been such a fucking disaster." "It's okay," he somehow had the composure to soothe her. "I'm enjoying it." "You're enjoying it?" That made Diana laugh. "You enjoy being trussed up like a Christmas goose? You enjoy having me slap your pathetic little balls?" That one made him wince. The slap she gave him made him wince again, but he liked it. "Did you like that, Tommy Boy?" Another slap. He nodded. "You want me to slap a little more. You want me to slap until those little balls empty out?" "That's it!" Chrissie was gleeful. "Now you're getting into it!" She whispered something into Diana's ear. "Oh, Tommy Boy," Diana said, with mock seriousness. "Bad news. We're not going to let you come yet. You're just going to have to lie there and wish you could get your hands on your dick. Isn't that too bad.? Tell me, Tommy, do you want me to stick my tongue into your pretty little asshole?" "Yes," he stammered. "Yes, what?" "Yes, please." "Yes, please, what?" "Yes, please," he paused. "Mistress?" "Yes!" Chrissie crowed, "yes! You go, girl! I knew you had in you. Whip his sissy little ass!" But Diana was staring uncertainly at the little pucker of flesh beneath Tom's red and swollen testicles. "Oh, God, I don't know if I can go through with this." "There's nothing to it. Put in a little jelly first, it makes it easier." "Okay." He could see her hand, in the mirror, reaching to touch him, he could feel the soft cold of the jelly. The finger started to probe, and he winced at the pain. "Don't use your finger," Chrissie was saying, "your nails are too long." What happened next was hidden by her long blonde hair, cascading along his inner thighs as she knelt down to caress him. She was good with her tongue, she had said, but there was no secret button to find here, just unyielding muscle. She licked around that outer barrier a few times, and that was nice, very nice. Then, frustratingly, she stopped. That was enough to make him moan in protest. "Come on girl." Chrissie was behind Diana now, licking down her spine. "It's," lick, "not," lick, "that," lick "hard. You do it just like," a lick down the tailbone, "this." "Oh, my God!" Diana gasped, as she felt Chrissie's tongue slide into her bowels. "There!" Chrissie said triumphantly, "see how much she liked that? Come on, Tommy Boy, open up for her." "I'm trying," he said. He felt Diana's tongue again, probing harder now, and he tried to relax. She got in, just a little. But he could not get the inner ring to yield. "Shit into her mouth," Chrissie suggested. "What?" That was enough to make Diana back off completely. "What?" Tom echoed. "You won't actually do it," Chrissie tried to explain. "But thinking about it will open you up." "I could never do that," Tom sighed. "I can't even come in a mouth. I could never even think of shitting into one." "Tommy Boy, you are just not getting into the spirit of things." Chrissie rummaged in her bag, and produced what looked like a bright red thong, with little pink hearts. "Here, Dini, put this on.". It was the harness for a strapon, and once that little blue dildo was in place on it, it didn't look so little after all. "Okay," Chrissie answered, "we'll do it the hard way." She started to slather the dildo with lube. "Tommy Boy, this will be a lot easier on you if you just let it happen. Here, Dini, push when I tell you to. I'll aim. Are you scared?" That question was directed at Tom. "Wait." Diana pushed Chrissie away. She slapped Tom hard, on the stomach. "You're going to behave." The next slap was a little lower. "Get in first," Chrissie said. "Then you can slap his balls all you want. You need help?" "No, I do not want fucking help! This is my fucking fantasy! You've been screwing it up for me! Just shut the fuck up and let me fucking fuck his fucking ass! Do you want that, Tommy. Do you want me to fuck your little sissy asshole?" "Yes." "You're going to have to do something first," she said. She got up on the bed, on hands and knees, and turned around. From that angle, that position, she was not closed in at all. Her cunt was hanging wide open. She backed up even more, until she was pressing against his face, and he plunged his tongue into that smooth warmth. She was very aroused, heavy with the taste of desire. From that angle, his nose was poking right into her asshole, and she was actually grinding around the tip. "Not there," she said. She squatted down a little. "Come on!" She gave his balls a little slap. He took a deep breath and poked his tongue in as hard as he could. There was so resistance. Now what? He wiggled around a little, and she broke away. "That tickles," she complained. "It's not supposed to fucking tickle," Chrissie sighed. "Well, it does. He's got little whiskers on his lips, and they tickle. I'm telling you, I'm not normal. Nothing works the way it should for me. Okay Tommy, you've been a good boy. Let's get on with it." She turned around and knelt down before him. "How the hell am I supposed to do this?" She squatted down, almost in a split, and got the tip of the dildo to the point where it was touching his anus. But when she put any pressure on it, it just slipped away. "The fucking angle is completely wrong. Are you sure you really did this with Brian? You haven't just been bullshitting me?" Strangers in the Night "We used his couch," Chrissie sounded very defensive. "I was kneeling on the floor." "Well, there is no fucking couch in this fucking cabin, and you've got him up at the head of the bed." "I thought the pillow would get him high enough." "Well, it didn't. Jesus, this is such a fucking disaster!" Diana was crying now. "Dini," Tom said, "please." "Please, please what?" "Let's move him over to the edge of the bed," Chrissie suggested. "We'll have to take the handcuffs off." They uncuffed him, and dragged him forward. He was still taped, elbows to knees, and he just rolled over on his back when he lost contact with the wall. All he could see was the ceiling. "How's that?" Chrissie was saying. "Might work. Might work. Sweet Jesus, is that what it looks like?" She's inside me, he thought. Well, not her, exactly, but that bright blue appendage she had donned. It had happened so easily, so quickly, he hadn't had time to react. She was just standing there, her thighs pressed against his buttocks, in all the way, and he could barely feel the dildo. There was a sense of fullness, and that was about it. Was that all there was to it? What a disappointment. "Come on," Chrissie was saying, "don't just stand there. Slap his balls. Fuck the shit out him. Wait. Tommy Boy, you're going to have to help her find the sweet spot. Understand? You ever try this on yourself?" "No." "Too bad. Okay, Dini, take it slow until he figures out where he wants to be fucked. Just ease in and out." She came all the way out, and there was a little explosion of sensation as she hit the inner ring again. Not pain, just intense sensation, like an itch that needed to be scratched. An itch that he had always had, and never realized it. Then she probed deeper, and it hurt a little, but he liked the way it hurt. He wanted more of that. He squirmed a little, trying to find where that ache needed to be rubbed. "That's it," he said. Chrissie whispered something, and Diana began to move a bit faster. He was struggling to keep up with the way that she was prodding him, to keep paying attention to how that little itch was building, deep within him. Then, out of the blue, she slapped his balls again, hard this time. The shock made everything tense for a moment, and then it was all glowing, as if an electric current was flowing through his nerves. "Not too fast," Chrissie was saying. "Let it build." "Please," Tom said. "Please what?" "Please slap me some more. Mistress." She gave him a whack that nearly tore his balls off, and he let out a yelp. "Sorry," she sighed. "You want me to stop?" He shook his head. She started to push a little harder. He could feel that sensation building, down underneath his balls. How could he come, down there? He couldn't feel his penis at all. He wished that his hands were free. "Come on Tommy Boy," Chrissie was saying, "work for it. Now you know what we go through." Work for it, he thought, but how? Then, suddenly, he was starting to tremble. He was coming, somehow, inside his asshole. "That's it!" Chrissie was crowing triumphantly. "How can he be coming? He's completely limp." Diana grabbed his penis, and he realized that it was true. "He's peeing," she added. "No, it's not pee." "Are you coming?" Chrissie asked him. "I think so." It was strange. It had been several seconds now, almost half a minute, and it was not stopping. If anything, it was getting more intense. "Push harder," he said. "He's ready," Chrissie added. "Fuck the living shit out him." "Finally!" Diana snarled, and she began to do just that. She was a big girl, she knew how to use her hips. And it was building, building, it was more than he could bear, but still not enough. "Slap me!" he said, "more!" But the slaps were not doing it. "Give him a little help," Chrissie suggested, "with your hand." "Jerk him off?" "Yes." "Okay." She started to do that, on top of everything else, and he realized that he was spouting like a fountain, trembling, shuddering, but it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough. "Damn you!" She gave one, last, violent shove, and he ejaculated, so hard that he splattered her breasts. Somewhere, far away, Chrissie was collapsing in laughter. "That's enough," he said, as if it were not obvious, then added, "lollipop." "Tommy, I'm so sorry." And Diana kissed him. If she remembered where his tongue had been, she didn't care. It was the first time they had actually kissed, and it was better than anything else that they had done together. He wanted that kiss to last forever. "Very romantic," Chrissie broke in. "Come on, we've got to get this tape off." She started to pull it away, and Tom gave out a little yelp. "That hurts?" "Worse than anything so far." "You're just too hairy." She gave another tug and he yelped again. "You're just a hairy sissy." Finally, he was free, and he sat up, trying to rub some circulation back into his limbs. He'd been fighting a nagging hamstring injury for a few weeks now, and having his legs pulled back for so long had not done it a bit of good. "Okay," Diana said, "it's your turn now." "My turn?" "Your turn for your fantasy. That was the deal." "I need the bathroom first." It hadn't bothered him while he was getting fucked, but now he felt like he was about to explode. And, when he did sit down on the toilet, that was more or less what happened. He had to keep flushing to keep it from clogging, leaning up away from the suction of the vacuum line. Four flushes later, he was ready to return. They were lying on his bed, naked, waiting for him. And he wasn't ready. He was completely, totally, drained. He had never really had a fantasy, or if he had, he had forgotten it. "You look," Chrissie drawled, "like you need a rain check. It's not even midnight yet. Why don't we get some of that chocolate?" "Wait," Tom said. He had been lusting after Chrissie for a long time. He'd been too busy to relish the fact that she was spread out like this before him. He touched her, wonderingly, he kissed a nipple, then slowly kissed down that brown belly, hard as any man's, stippled with muscle. "You don't know," he added, "how long I've wanted to do this." He came closer to the bottom of that stomach, and he realized how musky she was, sour almost, exotic. He had never had sex with a black girl. One brush of his tongue against that huge clitoris, and she began to come. He shoved a finger up her asshole. Not needed, really, but she started to heave against it, her flesh pulsating around it. It lasted for a while, forever, it seemed, before she finally pushed him away. God, he wanted to fuck her, he needed to fuck her, he had been waiting for this moment for a year now. But he was limp, numb beyond redemption. He'd probably just used up a week's worth of orgasms. "Damn it!" Diana was fuming. "It is just not fair! How is it that everyone else in the world can come like that?" "Wait," Tom said. How could he have forgotten her? She was the one he wanted, the one he loved. "Wait." He turned her on her side, crawled behind her. "What are you doing?" But he couldn't answer. His tongue was back up inside her, sheathed in the hot, smooth, muscular tube of her rectum. Chrissie understood what he had in mind, and she started to lick on the other side. It wasn't easy to find Diana's clitoris, it was tiny, deeply shrouded. Tom reached forward to help, prying it out of its hiding place, pushing it into Chrissie's waiting lips. "Oh. Shit! I can't believe it!" Diana began to shudder. Years of frustration were swept away, it seemed, in one gigantic tide. She wrapped her legs around Chrissie's shoulders. Her bowels were in spasm around Tom. It was all he could do to keep his tongue in place. He was aware, dimly, that Chrissie was lying very close to him, that her huge soft breasts were touching him, that one of her hands was grabbing at his groin. He was too busy with Diana to pay much attention. But them Chrissie started moaning also, and he realized that somehow she had teased him to enough arousal to get him inside of her. She had been so wet, so relaxed, he hadn't even felt himself slip in, but now she tensed. The two of them had him trapped in their flesh. Five minutes, it must have lasted at least five minutes. By the time it was over, he was worn raw at both ends. "Enough!" Chrissie said at last. "We're not going to be able to dance tomorrow, if we keep this up" "All right," Diana answered meekly. She sighed, and added, "I think maybe I came." "What about you, Tommy Boy. You make it?" "No," he sighed. He was giving Diana little licks and kisses. The sight of her, spread out like that, the taste of her. He started to move again, relishing Chrissie's body, the hardness of her belly, the soft cushions of her breasts. "Well, let's do it," Chrissie said. "I am getting a little sore." "No," he sighed, "forget it." "Wait," Diana said, "don't move." She rolled away from him, then scrambled back behind him. "I owe you one." She started to lick the base of his balls. "How is that?" "Nice." "Just nice? How about this." She licked a little further back, then. This time there was no resistance. His inner ring was still relaxed and open. He felt her tongue enter him, and that was enough to push him over the edge. It wasn't much, a fraction of what he had done before, maybe only a tiny dribble, but it was enough. "There," Diana said triumphantly, "I did it!" "Girl, you have definitely gone over to the dark side," Chrissie said. "You too, Tommy Boy, you sissy little anal whore." "Well," Diana said, as she retrieved her sweatsuit, "was that it? Was that your fantasy?" "No," Tom sighed, "that wasn't it at all. I wanted you to dance." "To dance?" She dropped her clothes back on the floor and started to do one of her production numbers. "I'm a genie in a bottle .." she started to sing. "Well," Chrissie laughed, "I guess we found where to rub." "Finally," Diana sighed. "Is that what you wanted?" "No," Tom sighed. He got up and put his hands on her shoulders. "I wanted you to dance with me. A nice slow dance." "Like this, naked?" "No, I want you to be wearing a beautiful white gown. With a veil. I want to be wearing my best tuxedo. But naked is okay." "Okay," she said, settling into his arms, "let's dance." She began to hum, Strangers in the Night. Oh God, he thought, this is impossible, so impossible. I'll have her for tonight, maybe for a week. No more than a month. She'll find some beautiful young body, someone her age, someone with the world ahead of them, not a washed up drifter. Six months at most, and she'll move on to another job. And I'll be stranded, really stranded, ready to rot in the sun. He was crying, he couldn't help it, but she didn't see it. Her head was resting on his shoulder. "Was there anything else," she stopped humming to ask, and he wanted to tell her, yes, I want you to love me, I want you to love me forever, but he couldn't, because his mouth was full of her tongue. It still tasted faintly of strawberries. God, he thought, how can life be so pitiless? He had been lifted so high, he could see the rocks below, waiting to dash him. Chrissie had taken up the tune, singing the words aloud -- lovers at first sight, in love forever. "Yes," Diana sighed, "oh, yes." And she kissed him again. "Oh," Chrissie drawled, "that is so fucking romantic." Strangers in the Night Sandy wrapped her arms around her chest tighter, shivering from the cold. Inhaling deeply, she could feel the crisp air move down her throat, freezing on impact. She walked briskly, looking only at the ground, avoiding the looks and lears that were cast her way. Veering to her right, Sandy passed through the bushes that shielded a quiet and peaceful park. It was past midnight, the night dark, damp and cold. Rain drizzled down, making her feel slightly refreshed. Sandy loved the rain. The park she had chosen to walk through was illuminated only by the full moon hanging above in the sky. She glanced around nervously, suddenly feeling a presence moving in the shadows. Stopping, Sandy looked around, noticing a man sitting on a nearby bench, watching her. She smiled hesitantly, looking down at the ground and continued to walk along the well worn path. 'You are beautiful.' She heard the man speak out from behind her. She stopped once again and stood still for a moment, thoughts racing through her mind. Sandy turned and looked at the man. He appeared to be in good physical shape, his legs stretched out before him, crossed at the ankles. His face was hidden by the shadows that played across his face, revealing only the tip of a long slender nose. Sandy debated what to do in her mind. Her thoughts were screaming at her to turn around and keep walking, leave this stranger behind, continue home. Yet her body was telling her to stay. Before she was able to come to a decision, her feet made it for her, taking a step closer to the bench. 'Pardon?' She whispered, feeling shy, scared and excited. Suddenly the man stood, revealing his true height, towering above her. Under the moonlight, Sandy was able to make out each detail of his perfectly created face. She quivered, her knees shaking. She had never seen a more beautiful man. He took two large steps and stood before her. Reaching up, his hand cupped her cheek, lifting her head gently. His gaze met hers and Sandy felt herself melt under his stare. Suddenly his mouth came down, meeting hers. His lips brushed hers gently at first, then pushed a little firmer. Sandy gasped lightly from being caught off guard. The man licked at her lips, slowly parting them with his tongue, pushing it into her mouth and entangling it with her own. Passion flared in Sandy's eyes, meeting the mans strokes with her own, moaning into his open mouth. The rain began to come down harder, quickly soaking their clothes. Neither seemed to notice. The man pushed her shirt up gently, sliding his hand along her hip and up to her rib cage, trailing each bone with smooth fingertips. She shivered beneath his touch, instantly wanting more. He gently eased her onto the damp grass, smiling down at her, promises of sweet caresses dancing through his eyes. Arousal kicked in and clothing was torn off suddenly, each left breathless, the rain pouring down their exposed skin, making it slippery. The man kissed Sandy deeply before pulling away and gently nibbling his way across her skin to her neck. He bit into her, neither hard nor gentle, causing her to growl deep in her throat, a sound of pure animal lust. He chose that moment to thrust into her. She closed her eyes, arching her back, bucking wildly against him. Sensations emanated through out her body, pooling into her lower self. He pounded harder against her, kissing her roughly, moaning against her lips. Sandy dug her nails into his back, screaming, feeling her orgasm building deep inside of her. Her legs moved on their own accord, automatically wrapping around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back, pushing him deeper inside of her. She felt herself tightening around him, while he continued to move inside of her. She screamed again, leaning up and biting his neck hard, climaxing. The man grunted, surging forward, cumming inside of her as her inner walls milked him. The man gently pulled out from her, collapsing on the ground next to her. Sandy closed her eyes, trying to regain control of her staggered breathing and the world that was tilting beneath her. She opened her eyes slowly, noticing that the mans breathing was no longer evident. She looked around but he was no where to be seen. She quickly dressed herself, confused, yet deliciously sore. As she continued on her walk home, her clothing damp and her mind reeling, she realized something. Her mystery man... her stranger in the night...she hadn't even asked him his name. Strangers In The Night I was flying from down south to the national capital on a work assignment by an evening flight. It was a cold winter evening, not so cold in my home city, but raining, as it so often does in that city. The forecast was for very cold weather in the national capital, with rain. Altogether a depressing prospect, and to make things worse, the flight was late. I sat nursing a drink in the lounge so thoughtfully provided by my bank for its card holders. Near where I sat, a lady dressed in a black pant suit was talking in a low voice into her cell phone. She seemed to be somewhat agitated, and after sometime, with an air of failed finality, she got off her phone, beckoned the waiter and ordered a drink, which she gulped down immediately. She looked around for the waiter, who had vanished into the innards of the room. Our eyes met. I smiled sympathetically and said: "Just when you want a waiter, he seems to vanish into thin air." "Most irritating, and I do so desperately need a drink." "May I help you to get a drink?" – I asked. "Please. But don't get the impression that I'm in the habit of knocking down alcoholic drinks out of fear of flying. It's just that I'm facing a predicament created by someone else." "Tell me about it after I get you that drink. I've found that it helps to release tension when you share your problem with someone else." I got up, unearthed the waiter taking what was no doubt a well deserved break in a corner where there were no customers to disturb him, ordered two drinks and got back to my chair. The lady motioned me to sit at her table. The drinks came; she took a sip and then proceeded to unburden her soul. "This weakling cousin of mine, just because his wife doesn't like me, because she thinks I'll steal that twerp away from her, was on the phone to tell me that it would be inconvenient for me to stay with him, and this at the last moment when I'm already in the airport, and knowing fully well that I hate staying on my own in a hotel." "May I suggest that you stay in the hotel where I'm booked? It's a small boutique hotel, cozy and comfortable, far away from the madding crowd, though very centrally located." The flight was eventually announced. I charmed a flight attendant into letting us sit together. We made small talk and partook of the light dinner provided by the airline. We landed at our destination, collected our baggage and found a cab to take us to the hotel. While I was checking in, she stood near me, and the clerk asked me if we were together. I was going to say 'no' but before I could open my mouth, she said 'yes', and that, I can tell you disconcerted me no end. In the elevator taking us to our room, she kept demurely quiet in front of the bellboy. Once alone inside the room, she raised her hands as if to silence me and said: "Please don't mind the imposition. I just can't stay alone in a hotel room. You seem a decent sort, and I'd rather stay with you than stay alone. Please understand my situation. It's just for one night and I won't be any trouble, I promise you. I'll even pay for the room." I took stock of the situation. Here I was, just turning 30, a happy bachelor with no complications in life, and this woman, about 15 years my senior, was so desperate to occupy a hotel room with me rather than stay alone. She was tall and slim, with a sharp aquiline face, and from what I could make out, had a decent enough figure under that pant suit. Another problem: the room had a double bed, very suitable for an amorous couple, but certainly not meant for two strangers who had just met. We didn't even know each others name. It was a surrealistic experience, I can tell you. Well, it was pretty late, and the only thing to do was to order a couple of drinks and some food from room service. Those rituals finished, we prepared for bed. I asked her whether she was sure she wanted to share the room with me or whether I should try for another room. The answer was an emphatic no. She went into the bathroom to change. I heard the shower running, and then she came out, wearing a bathrobe over whatever she was wearing underneath. She suggested that I do likewise, and here we were, two strangers in the night, clad in bathrobes and little else, facing each other in the intimacy of a hotel room. She put out the lights on her side of the bed and signaled me to put out the lights on my side of the bed. In the darkness of the night, we lay side by side, but decently far enough, not touching. I murmured: "I say, aren't you taking a frightful risk?" She replied: "I'm experienced enough to know that a decent young man like you won't even touch me without my consent, and I know nothing will happen between us without my permission." "You have that assurance" – I replied. But it was difficult to go to sleep. The scent she wore kept on troubling me. It was an exotic perfume, inviting enough arouse even a monk sworn to celibacy. I turned and tossed, carefully avoiding my bed mate. After some time, she couldn't take my shifting, tossing and turning any longer. She put her hand on me and told me to relax. She started to massage my temple, and in the process, our bodies touched. My cock sprang to attention and its hardness bored into her body. She felt the hardness and said: "My, aren't you all tensed up? Let me help you to release your stress." Saying this, she climbed on to me and gave me a warm, passionate kiss, lip to lip, her tongue probing my mouth. She got off and took off my pajamas, at the same time taking off her nightgown. Now were naked as two jaybirds, on a double bed eminently suitable for fun and games, two strangers in the night. She said: "Just relax and do as I tell you. Get your face between my thighs and kiss me there." I did as I was bid. I started by kissing the insides of her thighs, at which she started trembling. Soon I was kissing her pussy, my lips and tongue exploring her cavern of love, I licked and sucked the outer labia, and then my tongue was inside her, swirling round and round her vagina and lashing her pert little clit, sucking the cunt hole to take the clit into my mouth. For extras, I went around the back and licked and kissed her ass and the puckered little hole in the valley of her soft twin mounds, reaming her asshole, and then attacking her cunt again with my lips and tongue. She couldn't hold it any more. With a strangled cry, she came and came and came in my mouth. I went about the job in hand with renewed vigor until she pulled my head out of her thighs, clasping me tight in her arms. The hectic activity had tired me somewhat, and I fell back on my side of the bed. She took my cock in her hand, and gently massaged it until it was standing up like an anti-aircraft gun seeking a target in the sky. She put it into her mouth, saying: "I must now do for you what you did for me. You won't find me ungrateful." She tackled my cock with her lips and tongue expertly, rotating her mouth with my cock inside, licking the cock head and the shaft, and then bobbing her head up and down as if I was fucking her in her mouth. She was indeed a very efficient cock sucker. She then straddled me, thrusting her open cunt into my face, leaning forward and taking my cock into her mouth once more. She tasted sweet and not tart and tangy like most other women. We pleasured each other in this posture for sometime, I licking and sucking her cunt, and she sucking my cock. She then shifted gears and now she was on tip of me with my cock inside her warm pussy. My cock moved inside her pussy impelled by her vaginal muscles. It was a never before experience for me. She commanded me to hold on and not to cum. "You'll cum when I'm ready, with you on top of me and inside me, as a man ought to enjoy a woman, and fill me with you warm love juices when I tell you, not before." She got down and lay down beside me. I paid homage to this wonderful woman by kissing and fondling her all over, her face, lips, boobs, belly, her pubic area, her pussy, her thighs, her buttock mounds and the valley between them, with much affection. My tongue probed and explored every delicious nook and cranny in her body. She couldn't hold on any more, and in a strangled whisper said: "Get on top of me and fuck me with that lovely cock of yours, now." "Your command is my pleasure." I entered her open cunt with a swift motion, entering her and then withdrawing completely. It was such a pleasure to enter her cunt and slam into her distended clit until I could go in no more, banging into her thighs and stomach and her soft body until she said: "Whoa, hold your horses, buddy, not so hard. I'll be under you all the time you want." I slowed my pace and began to fuck her pumping her cunt slowly, taking my time, and murmuring sexy little messages into her ear. After some of this, she started moaning and whimpering – she was good and ready to cum. We came together in a paroxysm of delight and passion, my semen pouring out of me into her cunt, filling her up, two strangers in the night. "I can feel your cum inside me, it feels so warm and comforting" – she said. I kissed her tenderly, and overcome with the lassitude that only a good sexual bout can bring, fell into a deep sleep. I got up in the morning to do what a man has got do the first thing in the morning en route to a hectic day. When I came out, I found the room devoid of any human being. My sleeping partner had quietly vanished when I was in the bathroom. She had evidently finished her morning chores when I was fast asleep after my exertions of the night. My first thoughts were of my wallet and other precious possessions, but no, I needn't have worried. Everything was intact. On my bed table was a little note in distinctly feminine handwriting. It said: "Thanks for everything. I knew you were a good boy." No signature, no name, no address, no trace of her presence except a faint aroma of her perfume – just that little note in a cold and empty room. She had not even forgotten to pay for the room, in cash, of course. **************** Strangers in the Night Caroline was bored! She had agreed to accompany her best friend Ellen, on a business trip to France. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, as Ellen had a fantastic expenses account which was funding the trip. Ellen had been having an affair with her married boss for two years and he was meant to be with her, but he had been unable to come. One of his children had fallen while out riding, and was now sporting a broken arm. Ellen of course had cried and ranted but he was adamant that she would have to travel alone, as always his family came first. So it seemed only fair that she should invite Caroline and he should pay! Ellen was half French and had cousins and friends living in Paris, whom she had not seen for a while, so she had arranged to meet them for a reunion meal. It was pleasant at first, for about half an hour, but let's face it, listening to four other women bitching about their men in a language that she barely understood, was not Caroline's idea of a great night out, she was a single woman and they were in Paris for goodness sake!!! Her mind inevitably started to wander and her favourite place to wander these days was straight between her legs! She had been divorced for two years and had emerged from the marriage as a tight little chrysalis who had grown into the most sexual and beautiful butterfly who surprised everyone that had known her before. But the person it had surprised the most was her! She had always been an attractive woman, but sort of mumsy. Now however, she was indeed beautiful and she was proud of the fact that no surgery had been required. She never lied about her age as it never failed to amuse her when she told strangers that she was fifty years old, she loved the reaction it engendered. Women were always jealous and men looked at her with open desire; their eyes conveying the fact that they wanted to fuck her right here right now! The waiter jolted her from her thoughts when he came over to refill her glass and she allowed her eyes to wander idly around the restaurant. There was a group of French business men a few tables away and one of them had just told a joke and they were all laughing! That was when she saw him, smouldering brown eyes, jet black hair, beautiful white teeth and the deepest, sexiest laugh she had ever heard! He was looking straight at her and she knew immediately that he wanted to fuck her. She could feel her pelvic muscles start to contract at the sight of him and her cunt was immediately wet. She decided to take a closer look. She excused herself and started to make her way to the rest room, which just happened to take her right by his table. Max was bored! He had only agreed to come on this particular business trip to France because his darling wife had been bitching at him for weeks to buy her a new car, to go with the new house he had worked his bollocks off to buy! At thirty three, he had been married for five years and loved his wife and two kids, but he longed to get away from the mundane trappings of married life. The men he was with were all French and were so intent on their conversation that they had forgotten he was Italian and spoke very little French. They did keep speaking English occasionally, but not often enough to hold his interest. One of the guys had just made a crude joke about a little group of French women across the restaurant, he understood the gist of what was said and it made him laugh out loud; he could not help glancing over in their direction. That was when he saw her, amazing blue eyes directly holding his gaze, short dark hair, full red lips that screamed at him to stick his dick between them, and the most fabulous full cleavage, urging him to dive straight in. His balls immediately started to tighten and he could feel his dick stirring in his tight Armani boxers. Just then she excused herself and started to saunter over towards his table, he was mesmerised by her curvaceous hips as they swayed in his direction swathed in a tight red silk dress. As she came nearer he watched as her tits jiggled just enough to make his balls start to ache. She was still looking straight at him. And what a look! It told him without a doubt that she wanted to fuck him! As she walked across the restaurant, Caroline was aware of the admiring glances she was getting from the other diners. Head held high and never taking her eyes off his, Caroline did her best Marilyn Monroe walk, hips swaying seductively and tits jiggling just enough to ensure that she held his attention, she drew alongside his table and gave a slight intake of breath as she passed by, she knew he was watching her and she knew that he would follow. Max could feel his heart beating out of his chest and his hard dick was already straining to escape. As soon as she disappeared around the corner to the restroom, he excused himself and headed in the same direction. He was unaware of anything except his erection and his aching balls! Caroline turned the corner to the restroom, her heart beating so fast that she could hardly breathe; she opened her purse and withdrew a card which contained the name of her hotel and the room number. She had learned this trick from a friend who had once worked as a call girl, who had simply told her that opportunity should never be allowed to walk by! Max turned the corner to the restroom and almost collided with her, before he had a chance to say a word; she held his hand and placed her mouth against his ear and whispered "now"! Then she brushed past him and strolled quickly back in to the restaurant. He stood for a second or two, inhaling the smell of her perfume that still lingered in the air. Then he realised that he had something in his hand, it was a business card for the Hotel Notre Dame, he turned it over and it simply said 'room 1069' Caroline headed quickly back to the table and spoke to Ellen, telling her that she suddenly felt very ill and needed to return to the hotel. Ellen looked a little surprised and offered to go with her, but Caroline would not hear of it, she said goodnight to the others and then walked briskly out to the street where she immediately hailed a taxi. Max felt like he'd just smoked the first cigarette of the day! His head was spinning with excitement. He walked back through to the restaurant, to see her leaving! Caroline sat in the taxi, feeling such anticipation; she knew he would come after her and her cunt was throbbing with anticipation! As he left the restaurant, Max saw her disappearing in to a taxi! He had to have her! He knew she was teasing him, but the torment was so delicious. The anticipation of having her was more than he could stand, but the thrill of the chase was making him high! Arriving at the hotel, he walked inside and looked around for the elevator, but as he made his way towards it, he saw her! She was sitting at the bar with a glass of champagne. He noticed straight away that she had her eyes fixed on his crotch as he walked towards her. She held out her hand and said "Hi, I'm Caroline" She had the most dazzling smile and the second she held his hand, his balls felt ready to explode! Caroline saw him the moment he walked into the lobby he was trying to smooth down his unruly hair, it crossed her mind that he was wasting his time, she planned to dishevel it shortly anyway! As he strode towards her, she could not take her eyes off his bulging crotch. She knew that she would shortly release that dick and the thought of it was making her cunt tingle with desire! After introducing herself, she handed him a glass of champagne and he tapped it against her glass and looking directly at her he said "Alla tua salute! Bellisima Caroline" The sound of his voice melted her! She had to have him! Now! Max knew that he had her; English women could never resist the sound of his voice. He decided to take control and holding out his arm for her, he steered her across the bar towards the elevator. They stepped inside and he could feel the electricity between them His instinct was to take her in his arms immediately and press his mouth against hers, but he wanted the anticipation to last a little longer, he was so turned on by the build up. When she took hold of his arm, Caroline thought she would cum there and then, he smelled delicious and she thought she would not make it to her room without trying to eat him! But she managed to hold herself back, despite the way her nipples were straining against the silk of her dress. She felt sure that he must be able to smell her desire! As soon as they stepped in to the room Max could wait no longer, he took her in his arms and started to kiss her, deep and hard, exploring her mouth with his tongue, he could feel her hungry response and it just fired him more. She had one hand in his hair and the other on his ass, pulling him against her. He pushed her against the wall and with one arm he lifted her off her feet and her legs automatically wound around his waist. He hitched up her dress and immediately found his way to her gaping wet cunt, she wasn't wearing panties and he could feel that she was smooth and hair free, he groaned as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. He lifted her and turned towards the bed, laying her on her back at the edge of the bed, he dropped to his knees on the floor and pushing her legs wide, his tongue started to explore her cunt. Caroline loved that he had taken her and put her, she was on her back and his tongue was busy licking and exploring the lips of her cunt. She could not lie still, her hips were thrusting against his face and her hands were tangled in his hair as she held him against her. Then he was pushing his fingers inside her, and his teeth were gently biting her clit, he found her G-spot with ease and she could not help crying out as she felt herself building to an orgasm, she felt it in her toes first and it worked its way up her legs, that gorgeous familiar tingle, then her pelvic muscles started to contract and as he kept pushing against her G-spot and nibbling and sucking her clit, she felt it, like a massive release of energy exploding from her body, her pelvic muscles were furiously squeezing tight, contracting and releasing in waves, she could feel her juice squirting all over his hand as her orgasm over took her and she was groaning with lust. Max loved how she tasted and when he felt her orgasm erupting he was so turned on by the force of her juice squirting from inside her cunt that he almost shot his load. He stood up and quickly opened his pants releasing his swollen dick from his boxers, then he lifted her into his arms and as she wrapped her legs around him once again he slowly slid her down on to his cock. Her arms were around his neck and she slid her tongue in to his mouth in time to his thrusts, his hands were holding her ass and working her up and down on his dick, he could feel her grinding against him and he knew that she was building to another orgasm, her juice was oozing down over his balls and he could feel her muscles squeezing his dick tight. He had to sit on the bed as his legs started to weaken, he was almost ready to cum and he wanted to feel her grind down hard on him, he wanted to be as deep inside her as he could get. She had her legs tight around him and was thrusting and grinding in time to his thrusts, he felt her muscles tighten at the same time as he felt his balls tighten and then he was there, she was whispering in his ear "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah" and then she was screaming out loud as he felt his cum shoot inside her, her muscles squeezing tight around his cock. Caroline sat back in his arms and looked at him; she smiled and said "By the way, what's your name?" He threw back his head and laughed! "Buonasera Signora, mi chiamo Max, piacere!" She had no clue what he had said to her, but she guessed his name was Max. She stood up and started to remove her dress. She could not take her eyes off him, he was so sexy and she knew that she was going to have him again. Max watched her as she undressed and at the same time he removed his own clothes. She had magnificent tits, he saw her pink, hard nipples for the first time and felt his dick stirring again. She had a lovely curvaceous body; he hated to see women who had no flesh on them! * Caroline caught sight of herself on the way past the mirror as she reached in to the mini bar to find a small bottle of Champagne. She had a great idea of what she wanted to do with it and the mirror would also be a nice addition. She poured a glass of Champagne and took a large sip, which she kept in her mouth and then she walked back to where Max was sitting on the edge of the bed and bent over in front of him. Taking his dick in her mouth, she allowed the bubbles to play around the head of his dick, using her tongue to move them and make them fizz. Max watched her as she poured a drink and then moved back towards him, as she bent over and took his semi hard dick in to her mouth he caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. She had a fantastic shaped ass, firm and round. He was thinking of spanking those cheeks when he felt the bubbles playing on his dick and he jerked with surprise and excitement. She stood up laughing and then she offered him the glass and lying on the bed, beckoned him towards her with one finger. He obeyed immediately, she told him to take a drink, hold it in his mouth and then go down on her. She was thrusting against his mouth again and he loved the feel of it and the taste of the Champagne mixed with her juice and his own cum. Caroline wanted to suck his dick, she moved around the bed until she was astride his face and her face was above his dick, which was now rock hard again. She took hold of his dick and very gently started to lick around the tip then she sucked it deep and slowly in to her mouth. His tongue was exploring her cunt, he slid it deeply inside her and she moaned. She was grinding hard on his face rubbing her wet cunt all over his face, feeling his tongue on her clit and her labia which were now large and swollen, she could feel her clit throbbing and she knew that her juice was running all over his face. Max was trying to hold back, he did not want to cum again so soon, he loved the taste of her and the way she was sucking his cock was making him want to thrust hard. He took hold of her hips and reluctantly lifted her away from his face. She was whimpering as he pulled his cock away from her mouth and he moved her forward on to her knees, while he manoeuvred himself behind her, he pushed her face down and pulled her ass upwards towards his hard dick. Making sure that he had a good view of her ass, he slowly slid his dick deep in to her cunt and then very slowly he started to thrust deep inside her. She tried to move, but he told her to lay still, holding her down with one hand and slowly and precisely caressing her clit with the other, he continued to slide in and out slowly and then faster and harder and deeper, she was crying out now, then he deliberately pulled his dick almost out of her, making her cry out. He slid it out and rubbed it around her ass hole, then back inside her cunt, hard thrusts again, still rubbing her clit, then out and rubbing around her ass hole again, then back inside her cunt, teasing her, making her cry out loud. Caroline was so excited, he was tormenting her, fucking her hard and deep and then taking it away from her, she was trying to press herself back so that he could not take his dick out of her cunt, but he held her down so that she could not move. She was on the brink of another orgasm and the way he was teasing her ass was so delicious, she wanted to feel his dick inside her ass, this was driving her mad. She felt him pull his dick out of her cunt again and rubbing it around her ass hole again, she could not stand this a moment longer, she reached her arm back and took hold of his dick and held it against her ass hole, he stopped holding her down, using his hand to hold her ass cheeks a little wider, then very slowly she pushed back as she guided his dick into her ass. The second Max felt his dick slide in to her ass, he felt her start to stiffen, he was still rubbing her clit and he knew that she was close to her orgasm again. She pushed right back against him so that his dick was all the way inside her and she was moaning now and breathing hard and fast. He started to thrust his dick inside her ass, taking her lead as she told him that she wanted him deeper and faster. Then she started to scream out and he could feel her muscles tighten around his dick, he felt his balls tighten and as she started to shudder, he felt his hot cum shoot inside her ass. He held her hips tight against him and kept dead still, eyes closed, groaning quietly and allowing his orgasm to consume him. Ellen was in a taxi on her way back to the Hotel Notre Dame. She had told the others that she was worried about her friend. But Caroline had not fooled her! She knew her friend too well, she had noticed the way Caroline had looked at the gorgeous guy in the restaurant and it had not escaped her notice the way he had practically run out of the restaurant the second Caroline had left! She could not blame him though; Ellen had often tried to fathom what exactly it was about Caroline that drew people to her, she really had a certain kind of magnetism. Maybe it was her forthrightness that attracted people, she certainly did not beat around the bush when she spoke about sex and it often made Ellen blush! The trouble was that Ellen and Caroline both found the same kind of men attractive and Ellen had spotted the gorgeous guy the second they had gone in to the restaurant! Now she was curious and strangely excited about what he and Caroline might be doing right now! The thought of it made her tummy flip and she could feel a familiar stirring between her legs. As she let herself in to the room, Ellen could hear the sound of the shower. She felt embarrassed all of a sudden and was going to leave but then she noticed that the door to the bathroom was ajar, her curiosity got the better of her and she moved across the room and looked inside the bathroom, through the shower screen, she could see Caroline with her back towards her, water running down her back, facing the gorgeous man who was on his knees in the shower performing oral sex on her friend. She felt strangely turned on by this sight and she began to flush, the shower screen was not fully closed and she noticed the gorgeous man looking straight at her and was about to run away when he winked at her! She was rooted to the spot and did not know what to do. But she kept watching him, he was caressing Caroline's ass and she was moaning softly and thrusting her hips towards him as she held his head against her. Ellen could not help it; she started to feel so turned on that she just had to touch herself! Her hand found its way between her legs and she started to rub herself. She could see him watching her and it was making her feel strangely erotic. She caressed her thigh and hitched up her dress. She was feeling very brave now, she pulled her panties to one side and started to rub her clit, the gorgeous guy never took his eyes off her and she could feel her breath getting faster as her pelvic muscles started to tighten. Caroline had noticed Max wink and she could see that his attention was elsewhere. She wondered if Ellen was back! She had wondered if Ellen would come back early, but thought that it would be over between her and Max by then. As it turned out, she was now on her way to a third orgasm and was not ready to stop yet! She knew that Ellen had once told her that she had a fantasy to watch other people having sex, so she guessed that was what her friend was doing right now! Caroline put her finger under Max's chin and lifted his face towards hers and she winked at him. His smile told her that she was correct in her assumption! Strangers in the Night Max had heard the door and looked up to see the sexy blonde he had noticed come in to the restaurant earlier in the evening, standing just outside the bathroom watching him, it made him feel very hot to see her watching him and he had winked at her to let her know it was ok. She had started to rub her own clit and it was making him even hotter than he was already! Then Caroline had lifted his face and winked at him, signalling that she knew! He smiled at Caroline and standing he turned her around and slid his cock inside her, pushing the shower screen back just a little more, so that the blonde lady could see his dick fucking her friend! Ellen could feel her knees weakening she looked behind her and realised that she could sit on the edge of the bed and still see inside the bathroom. She moved back towards the bed just as the gorgeous guy stood up and started to fuck Caroline from behind. She was so excited, and worried that her friend might be annoyed with her for watching! But so what? Right now she was having fun! She lay back and continued to rub her clit, she was nearing orgasm and was rubbing faster and faster and then it was on her in waves, muscles contracting and relaxing and her juices flowing out of her. Max saw her cum! He knew that she had reached her orgasm by the way she shuddered. He wanted to fuck her so much! He whispered in Caroline's ear, "Can we let your beautiful friend join in darling?" She turned to him and smiled, tonight really had been something else; it looked like being a very long, hot and horny night..! Strangers in the Night A fine shiver raced up Kat's spine, and she knew it was more from the darkness that clung to the curves of the hiking trail than the autumn air that was far too cool for the Capri yoga pants and cropped tank that was her running outfit. Overhead, Spanish moss draped from the boughs of ancient trees, casting shifting shadows, and she questioned once more the intelligence of being here. The silence was broken only by the whispering step of her well-worn sandals on the dirt ground. There was not the usual crowd of joggers and nature wanderers that usually frequented Kat's favorite running haunt. Then again, she usually did not come here in the dead of night. She startled at the sound of a cracking branch, and calmed only slightly when a stray cat emerged from the thick brush to whisk across her path. What the heck was she doing here? She knew better than to listen to her friend, Danni, but at the time her words seemed to make perfect sense. "You need to break out of your routine, Kat. Every day is the same! You get up, you jog, you have a yogurt for breakfast, you go to work and let that slimy-little-cretin-of-a-boss dump all his responsibilities on your plate, you come home, you watch Law and Order while you eat dinner, and then you go to bed. What kind of life is that?" So here she was, one o'clock in the morning, pretending to be jogging while her heart was thudding with nervous anticipation, thinking that her routine really hadn't been all that bad. Was it? Kat slowed as the woods opened to a small meadow. She stepped from the paved path, summer browned grass crunching beneath her feet, and made her way to one of several picnic benches that was lit by the feeble glow of a half moon. For a moment, she let herself enjoy the rarely seen sight of stars uncounted, usually concealed by the city's powerful illumination. Her eyes dropped as another snapping branch disturbed the stillness of the night. In the heavy wood before her, a shadow moved in the darkness. It was not the slight movement of a small wood creature; the presence was large, yet graceful in its movements as it slid from the gloom of the trees. She froze as her uncertain nervousness quickly soared to panic, and as the man advanced on her with silent intent, Kat knew that she could blame no one but herself for creating this situation. "You need to break out of your routine, Kat. Every day is the same! You get up, you jog, you have a yogurt for breakfast, you go to work and let that slimy-little-cretin-of-a-boss dump all his responsibilities on your plate, you come home, you watch Law and Order while you eat dinner, and then you go to bed. What kind of life is that?" "Well, geeze, Danni, why don't you tell me how you really feel."The sarcasm on her tongue soothed the sting of her friend's words, but the truth behind them bruised her already aching heart. Danni closed her eyes and sighed. "I'm sorry, Kat. I know that was rather brutal," she opened her eyes, and caught Kat's hand in hers, "but I'm trying to be honest here. Just because he left you doesn't mean your life is over. Jake..." "Jake," Kat said with a harshness that spoke volumes of the pain she had been carrying in her for the past few months, "didn't just leave because he didn't love me anymore, Danni. He told me... he said that it was like being with a corpse! That I was so unmoving and cold that it was a wonder that he hadn't found someone else sooner. He said..." "Screw what Jake said. He's a moron who couldn't even get a job. I couldn't figure out what the heck you were doing with him anyway." Danni cupped Kat's face in her hands so that she was forced to look at her. "You are the least cold person I have ever met. Why do you think I hang out with you? Whenever I start feeling myself being jaded by the people I defend in court every day, I know I need a big dose of Kat. Five minutes after being with you, and your warmth and optimism helps me remember that I'm not my mother! Talk about cold and unmoving..." Danni bounced from the couch, and pulled Kat to her feet. "What you need is something new to spark your interest, and I've got a great idea." Kat mumbled something derisive about Danni and her "great" ideas as she was pulled along. The miserable woman was pushed into a chair at the kitchen table, and Danni pulled another up next to her. From her extra large, violent purple purse, she took out her small, notebook laptop. After flipping it open and booting it up, she typed in a few words and up popped a dating website. "Oh, please. You can't possibly be serious." "I am! You can meet a few guys on here, go out on a date or two, and remember what life was like BJTA." "'BJTA?'" "Before Jake the Ass." The two women giggled, and Kat felt better for it. For a lawyer, Danni wasn't always the most tactful friend, but she had the most giving heart Kat had ever known. "Anyway, since I know you won't do it, I already made your profile for you; a bio, your habits, hobbies... that kind of stuff." Danni cut over Kat's protests to add, "All you have to do to finish it is put in what kind of guy and relationship you want." "Who said I wanted a relationship? I'm not ready to do this all over again. I don't want to date, or fall in love, or get married." "Who says you have to?" Danni reached for the wireless mouse and clicked a few times, bringing up a screen that asked about relationship preferences. The list was rather staggering: pen pals, friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, lovers, marriage, ménage a trois, open relationships, fuck buddy. "Maybe all you need is a new friend, but I honestly think, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, that you need to get laid." She selected "Fuck Buddy," hit the submit button, and up popped another screen. There, with pictures attached, were hundreds of men who all wanted the same thing: SEX. No strings attached, wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am fucking that required no emotions at all whatsoever beyond pleasure. Unable to help herself, Kat quickly scanned the first few men that the small screen allowed her to see without having to scroll down. Each picture was followed by a raunchy screen name, age, sex, and general location. Below was a small bio, where the men quickly described, in the most base and simplistic vocabulary possible, what kind of fuck buddy they were looking for. Kat read the first one out loud, hoping to dissuade her friend by the vulgarity of its words. "'If u want a hung stud to ride 2nite, then I am ur man. 10 in. long, and thick. Don't bother if ur a dog. I only fuck hot chicks. Big titties a must.' Well, there you go. The perfect man for me." Danni rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. "Don't you get it, Kat? The idea is that none of these guys are the perfect guy. You won't be taking any of them home to meet your parents. This," she jabbed a finger at the screen, "is your chance at living your fantasy rather than the crappy life you've dug yourself into. You can escape reality with one of these guys, be whoever you want to be, do whatever you've wanted to do. Trust me, whatever the fantasy you've got hidden inside you, there will be a hundred guys willing and happy to oblige." Kat was slammed back into the reality of the cold night as the man's rumbling deep voice spoke. "You must be Jessamine." Kat had originally chosen the alias to protect herself, but quickly realized the anonymity of using a name that was not her own gave her a sense of freedom and power that became part of her fantasy. She was no longer herself, cold and unmoving as a corpse. The woman who responded to the online requests to be her personal fuck buddy was not the same woman who stuck to the same, dull routine for the past eight months. She wasn't even the warm, optimistic friend Danni thought her to be. Jessamine was bold and in control of her desires. She was wanton and promiscuous, and was willing to use any man for her own pleasure. As the man neared, she saw that he was as he promised: well above six feet tall, and heavily muscled. The moon cast just enough light to see that his face was the same in his profile picture. It wasn't a face that most would call handsome. It was a hard face, with sharp lines and thin lips. She knew, without being able to see, that his eyes were a blue so light that they almost appeared to be colorless. His hair did not soften his appearance any; his onyx black hair was shaved so short that he would pass for military muster. Despite the strength and hardness of his appearance, his voice was like honey. It was deep and smooth, with the sound of the south in it, in an oddly cultured kind of way. The way he spoke the name "Jessamine" evoked a sense of silk running over her naked body. Suddenly, Kat was no longer Kat. She was Jessamine. Her unease and fear was replaced by confidence and lust. "You must be Devon." Kat wondered if he had the same need as she to be someone unlike herself. Jessamine thought the man was just as delicious and dangerous looking as she had hoped him to be. His eyes, which glittered silver in the moonlight, slowly appraised her from head to toe. They lingered on the heavy swell of her breasts. She felt her nipples tighten in response, and Devon smiled. "You are exactly like you said you'd be." Jessamine smiled and said wryly, "There's little point to lying, when I knew we would be meeting." "Very true." With a suddenness that took her breath away, Devon was upon her. Without touching her in the slightest, his head dipped down to the arch of her neck, and he inhaled. "You didn't tell me how intoxicating your perfume was." Kat barely managed a timid whisper, "I'm not wearing any perfume." His lips grazed her neck, and suckled the lobe of her ear. "It's only you," he groaned, and he backed her to the bench, licking and kissing his way along her jaw. Devon's hands circled her waist as he lifted her to sit upon the table. Jessamine reached out to catch her fingers into the waist of his jeans, and she pulled him into the spread of her thighs. He leaned her back so that he could dip his lips down her collarbone and further. Needing to feel his lips on the aroused buds of her breasts, she pushed him away so that she could shed her tank. He watched hungrily as she unfastened the clasp of her bra, and, with a knowing smile, let her breasts spring free of their confines with a perky little bounce. Jessamine then hooked a hand around the back of his neck, and pulled his head to the breast she held as an offering. His lips closed over the hardened nipple, and he sucked even as he ran the tip of his tongue across the aching tip so that she cried out with pleasure. She released Devon so that she could cup both mounds for him, and his mouth moved from one to the other; feasting upon her generosity with ever mounting hunger. His hands were no less busy than his tongue, moving to push her pants over her hips and down her legs. Without the soft cotton as a barrier, his pants chafed against the tender skin of her thighs, yet Jessamine reveled in the sensations it created as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Through the rough fabric, she met the rigid firmness of his erection with the softness of her body, and, with the thrusting of her hips, proceeded to drive him wild with her shameless abandon. When he moved to free himself for the claiming, Jessamine knocked his hand away. Devon looked up at her with his brow wrinkling in frustrated confusion, only to smooth away when she pushed him down. With that little encouragement, he slid his way south, the cleverness of his tongue tracing little paths of pleasure down her abdomen, into the valley of her navel, so to settle deeply in the folds of her femininity. Jessamine moaned her pleasure as he circled his lips around her nub, and then cried out as he suckled even as he had with her breast. The wonder of his mouth upon her was unequal to anything she had experienced before. He did not merely kiss or lick, but consumed. There was nothing that escaped his attention, not one inch of skin neglected. And as Devon took everything from her body, he gave her the most incredible of delights. Quickly, the lapping of his tongue pushed Jessamine beyond the building of pleasure, and when it came upon her, it was as if waves of ecstasy were washing over her body. Before she could even begin to recover, Devon was pushing his fingers into the well of her body. Slick from the thrill of her lusts, he slid in one, then two; pumping them in and out with a steady rhythm. "Oh, god, yes," she moaned, moving her hips with the thrusts of his fingers. Devon stood over her, watching as she writhed beneath his touch. One of her hands moved to stroke her breast, pinching and rolling it between her fingers, as the other hand reached down to slide through the wetness Devon created. Her fingers slipped in and around his working fingers, exploring the pleasures of her body with him before moving on to the pleasures of his body. The rasp of his zipper being lowered was accompanied by the growling of Devon as he attempted to keep control over himself. Freed from the confines of his pants, his cock was a pulsating testament to the glory of her womanly power over him. Jessamine reached for it, circling him as her hands descended, and grazing her nails along the silky skin as her hands ascended. "Ahh, darlin," Devon hissed as he arched himself into her hands, "You're just asking for trouble." Guiding him by his cock, Jessamine sat him down on the bench. She slowly eased herself to straddle his lap, pressing his rigid shaft against her slick center. She moved against him, rocking herself against the length of his cock. Devon gripped her hips and lifted her so that his smooth, domed head settled at her entrance. Yet Jessamine held herself away, teasing him with shallow thrusts of her hips that tormented him with luscious agony. "I do believe that I am not the one in trouble here," she whispered in his ear. And then she plunged down, impaling herself fully onto his cock. The decadent sense of being filled with such a man was positively exquisite. Jessamine could feel his every inch caressing her from within. She threw her head back, delirious from the scents and sensations of Devon, and began to ride. Like the leisurely delights of a merry-go-round, the rolling of her hips was at first slow and unhurried. Jessamine reveled in the velvet hardness of him sliding in and out; could feel the broadness of his crown plummeting through her slick depths, grazing against every nerve in her body. As she moved with titillating indolence, Devon grasped at the full curves of her hips with clenching hands. The woman was like a goddess of sin, rising and falling at his lap with such wanton lasciviousness, that she took his breath away. A single dainty hand twisted painfully in his hair as the other followed the lines of muscles along his chest and shoulders. His eyes feasted upon the sights of her delectable breasts swaying and bouncing with her every move, the arch of her neck, and her mouth opening with a groaning gasp. Then, as if she had lost herself to the power of their joining, Jessamine's movements quickened. The world spun away as she drove herself faster and faster upon him, and unable to resist her sudden, abandoned frenzy, Devon forged up and into her generous body. Their bodies came together with brutal force, and the silent meadow was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and the bellows and cries of shared pleasure. Devon pulled Jessamine down upon him by her shoulders so that he speared ruthlessly through to spill his lust deep into her. Jessamine's world shattered into shards of silvery light as the pulsing of Devon's cock pushed her beyond the edge. The ripples of pleasure rolled through her, and she collapsed from their power into his arms, heavily built with muscles that were left limp by their incredible release. Their bodies heaved in tandem as they fought to pull enough air into their lungs to calm racing hearts. Devon chuckled softly, and squeezed Jessamine's ass. "I think I should get in trouble with you more often." She smiled, thinking and wondering about the possibilities. Then Kat stilled, the enormity of it all crashing over in. What she did, so very unlike herself, with a man she didn't even know. She was not even certain that she knew his real name. "Is Devon your real name?" The question slipped from her mind and out of her mouth before she could stop it. After a slight pause, he asked, "Is Jessamine your real name?" Again, he squeezed her ass, and his tone dipped to a low rumble she could feel to the tips of her toes. "Does it really matter?" Kat thought about her abnormal boldness with this man, the carnal sensuality that sparked between them, and the extraordinary sensations he created in her. "I suppose not." He looked at her, and a shiver raced down her spine. It wasn't from the cold of the night, or dark shadows, or the truth that she had a stranger's cock sheathed within her body. It was the knowing flash in his eyes that promised another night of pure, unbridled passion. "Tomorrow?" "Definitely." "I've had this fantasy about dark theaters." Kat leaned close, her lips brushing against his. "What a coincidence, so have I." Strangers in the Night As he departed his office, Brian Miller noticed that the wind was blowing harder than he thought. He should have left sooner, but wanted to make certain the Ford Enterprises Gulf Coast office was secure. An inconsiderate Category 2 hurricane was approaching and had chosen late evening to arrive. The building had survived previous storms and would, no doubt, make it through this one. But still, the hatches had to be battened down. And as office manager, that was his responsibility. He had allowed the other nine employees to leave a couple of hours ago. He figured he would still have enough time to take care of things and get out in time, but the bending trees and flying debris told Brian he had stayed too long. Slipping his car into reverse, he moved back into the garage and activated the heavy steel door. It only made it a quarter of the way before a pair of headlights appeared with an urgent horn begging for entrance. Brian had backed up enough for the vehicle to pull in out of the rain but no farther. Dowsing her headlights, a woman exited the car and stood in the glare of Brian's headlights. From what he could see, she was very attractive in a dark low-cut, short dress. "Please," she begged, "I can't drive in this." She was obviously very frightened, so out of compassion, he signaled her to come in and then reset the door. Brian then backed his car into his normal parking spot, and she pulled in right next to him even though there were no other cars in the garage. The beautiful brunette exited her auto and ran up to him. "Thank you so much. I work just down the street. I thought I had time to get out, but the damn thing must have strengthened and sped up," she said, unnerved. "I didn't make it very far." "Neither did I." She extended her hand. "I'm Ellie Mansfield. I'm an attorney. My office is two blocks down. Can I stay here in your garage?" He accepted her hand to shake while sizing her up. She was even more attractive close up. Very pretty face. The v-cut neckline of her dress showed ample cleavage and the short dress hinted at very shapely legs. "No, Ellie," Brian said facetiously, "you need to get on home." She reacted worriedly, but quickly saw his smirk and relaxed. "I'm just kidding," Brian said with his warmest smile. "But you'd probably be more comfortable upstairs in the office." "I couldn't impose." "It's going to be a long night and I promise I don't bite." Just then, a huge gust of wind slammed against the steel garage door, rattling it violently. Ellie threw her arms around Brian, her abundant breasts pressed against him. Stealing a glance down, he saw the rounded tops push up out of her dress. She was quite possibly one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Rattled, Ellie Mansfield pushed back. "Sorry. Maybe it would be safer in the building." * * * Upstairs, Brian led her into his private office and offered her a seat. Ellie sat down on his sofa, crossing her legs. Even though she tugged the hem down, it could only cover so much and a lot of leg still showed. Brian enjoyed the view. "Please make yourself comfortable," Brian offered. "Feel free to use the phone if there's anyone you need to let know where you are." "No, no one." He detected a note of sadness in her voice, but shrugged it off for the moment for a more important task. "I'm going to search the office. We secured it for a storm, but we didn't plan on anyone staying here. I'm sure we'll lose power soon, so we need flashlights. I have a small one in my desk. Maybe there are others around. I'm also going to look for anything else that might be helpful, such as food. I'm sure people have leftovers in the refrigerator in the kitchen we can eat, but anything else will be welcome." "I'd be happy to help." "You're welcome to tag along, but I should be the one to go through my employees' desks." "Understood." They set about the task. Brian couldn't help catching glimpses of Ellie in her short flowing dress. She had removed her shoes to walk barefoot on the carpeted floors, and the combination was eye-catching. They found three other flashlights of varying sizes, a couple of sets of batteries for some and odds and ends food items. Offering what assistance she could, Ellie suggested that they pop several bags of microwave popcorn, heat leftovers from the fridge and make two pots of coffee, which could be heated on the gas stove in the lunchroom/kitchen. An hour later, they were as prepared as they felt they could be. Regrouping in Brian's office, Ellie took her same seat, again treating him to another nice view of her legs. Before they could relax too much, there was a horrible crashing noise outside. Both rushed to the window to see what it was. A car had slid into a tree, its hood seriously bent. They could see that the airbag had deployed. Without further thought, Brian took off down the hall to the stair well, Ellie in tow. He unlocked the door and they both ran to the smashed up BMW. Brian had to set his legs, knees bent, to find purchase against the howling wind and driving rain as he beat on the driver's door window. Ellie assumed a similar stance as the rain drenched both of them. A very attractive woman looked back at him from inside the car, stunned. She was attempting to push the deflated airbag away. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Unlock the door," he shouted over the loud storm. Finally, she was able to reach the unlock button. Brian wasted no time in pulling open the door and tucking the spent airbag through the steering wheel out of the way thus allowing the blonde to ease out. He glimpsed her shapely legs through her short skirt, but couldn't focus on that now. "My purse," the woman cried looking back at her damaged car. "And I have food." "I'll get it," Ellie shouted above the wind. With Brian's assistance, he and the woman ran to the door of his building. Ellie found the woman's purse on the passenger seat as well as two bags of groceries on the back seat. She grabbed everything and rushed back. Once inside, Brian locked the door again. "Can you walk up stairs?" Ellie was asking. The woman nodded. Once there, she and Ellie went into the ladies room where they used paper towels to dry off as best they could. Brian set the bags and purse down on a nearby table and did likewise. Several minutes later, the three congregated outside of the restrooms. Their guest introduced herself as Annie Madison. Brian looked her over as she spoke. Her cream-colored blouse was wet through and through to her camisole and bra, giving a hint of her nicely rounded breasts. Her short navy blue skirt was none the better, but did not give up its opacity. Like Ellie, she had shed her shoes. "I'm a realtor," Annie informed him, having introduced herself to Ellie in the restroom. "My office is down the street. I thought I left early enough to stop at a small grocery nearby, but realized I forgot some important papers and had to go back to the office. A strong gust of wind rattled by car and when I tried to correct I went sliding into that tree. Thank you for coming to my rescue." "Brian Miller," he offered, extending his hand. "And I'm glad we could help. But I'm afraid you're stuck with us now." "Thank you for allowing me." Annie then gestured to her wet clothes. "Any chance you have something dry I could wear?" Brian looked down at himself, no better off. To Ellie, he said, "We didn't think to look for clothes." "I didn't notice anything," Ellie said. "Well, we're all in the same condition," Brian pointed out. "But if either of you feels like it, there are offices you can use to strip down until your clothes dry." "I'm not sure I want to be alone just yet," Annie said. Brian asked, "Anyone you need to call before we lose power?" Annie shrugged. "No," "Why don't we go into the kitchen where we can sit in our wet clothes," Brian suggested. "Maybe I can rustle us up something to drink." "If your suggesting something alcoholic," Annie said. "Lead the way." "I like the way this girl thinks," Ellie giggled. Brian mixed up a batch of Martinis. Whether they were good or not did matter. It was what everyone needed. Lifting up his glass in a toast, he offered, "Here's to three people who have nowhere to go and no one to go to." "That makes us sound pathetic," Ellie commented. "I'm sorry. That wasn't my intention. I meant—" "That we were lucky to find each other," Annie amended. "I like that better," Ellie agreed. "That is closer to what I meant," Brian clarified. "There must be some cosmic significance to the three of us ending up together." "How safe are we here?" Ellie wanted to know. "Most of the buildings around here have withstood many storms," the realtor noted. "Actually, this one survived a category 4 with only a few shattered windows. This hurricane should only be a low cat 3 by the time it hits land, so we should be just fine." "This Ford Enterprises must be a good company to work for if they allow alcohol on the premises," Annie commented. "I've heard of the company, but I don't know what you do." "We're just another large, diversified company with no relation, association or connection to the Ford Motor Company. Among the many things we do, we do nothing automotive." Annie and Ellie had taken seats at the table while Brian remained standing. The wet clothes seemed to have shrunk on the women. Both were showing a lot of leg as though as much could not be covered. Either that or the alcohol was kicking in and they didn't care as much. Anyway, it provided a pleasant view for Brian. Their first drinks went down quickly and each person eagerly wanted another. During the second round, there was mention of hunger. Annie offered to cook some of the food she had bought. Brian and Ellie gratefully accepted. It was mostly canned vegetables, but with a little seasoning, she whipped up a tasty concoction. Just as they finished the meal—and their third round—the power went out. Their three Martinis allowed them to take the outage with aplomb, even a bit of humor since it was not unexpected. They decided to sit for several minutes to make certain it was not temporary. In the meantime, the emergency lights came on, but the electricity never did. They decided to use the sparse light to return to Brian's office to see how widespread the outage was from his window. Outside, there was darkness as far as they could see. However, the rain beat violently against the glass and the wind pounded anything that wasn't strongly secured. An occasional piece of debris flew by. Fortunately the windows were mostly protected by the building's columns outside. "I don't know how long the batteries on these emergency lights will last so we should probably set up our sleeping arrangements," Brian suggested. "There's a sofa in the conference room and one in the reception area." "I get my fill of conference rooms," the attorney said. "Annie, you choose." "If it has a door, I'll take it," the realtor said. "If my clothes aren't dry, I'll remove them while I sleep." "We might all have to do that anyway," Brian pointed out. "It's going to get warm in here." "Oh, gee, something to look forward to!" Ellie joked. "You know, Brian, you might have been right before," Ellie said, "about the cosmic significance thing. I'm not usually this comfortable around people I don't know. But for some reason, I feel quite relaxed." "Yeah," Annie agreed as though it was a revelation. "Now that you mention it, I am too." Brian chuckled. "Could it have anything to do with the three Martinis we had?" Ellie pulled up and folded her legs causing her dress to ride higher on her legs. She made no attempt to fix it. "No there's a difference in the false sense of comfort you get from alcohol and the real ease you experience naturally." "Well, I was joking," Brian clarified. "If you get to know me better, you'll learn that about me. But I do agree. There's something that feels right about this. Almost as though it wasn't random." "So, what happens next?" Annie wanted to know. "Do we all get religion?" They all laughed boisterously. "No, but I could get us more vodka," Brian joked. "Now, you're talking," Annie said. "You guys are incorrigible," Ellie accused. "Another martini will put me to sleep." "Another drink and I might not be able to control myself," Annie remarked with a smirk. "On second thought, I will have another." More giggling from the others, but Brian returned to the kitchen. Only Annie followed. Once there, she stood very close to him as he mixed the drinks. He couldn't help but glance down at the top of her breasts. She noticed and smiled at him. "You like?" "You're a very attractive woman." "Wish I heard that more often." There was something sad in that statement. He tried to be uplifting. "Then you just haven't been hanging around the right people." "You're a good man, Mr. Miller. I'll bet you're a great boss." "You'd have to ask my employees." Annie shook her head. "In my business, I have to be a good judge of people. I don't think I'm wrong about you." "And what does your sense tell you about Ellie?" "Very lawyerly. And believe me; I work with them all the time." Annie frowned. "But there's something else about her that I can't quite put my fingers on." "Care to guess?" "No, I don't know. You interested in her?" "Just curious. I agree there's something I can't identify." Annie leaned in closer, pressing her breast against his arm resting on the counter. "You interested in me?" "Did you guys get lost?" Ellie asked, stepping into the kitchen. Annie slowly eased away from Brian, but it did not escape Ellie's attention. "Just talking," Brian quickly covered up. "Here you go." He handed her a drink. "You sure I'm not interrupting anything?" Ellie pressed. "Of course, not. Shall we return to my office where it's more comfortable?" Once there, Ellie took the chair that matched the sofa and was perpendicular to it. Annie sat on the end of the couch nearest the attorney. Brian wondered whether he should sit at the other end, but as his fourth martini was kicking in and Annie was sitting with her legs crossed and a lot of them showing, and he now noticed a button on her blouse that had been previously buttoned but now was not, which maybe showed a tad more cleavage, he decided to sit next to her. He thought he detected a victorious smile as though some scheme had worked. Annie lifted her skirt a bit with both hands. "Getting dryer, but still damp. I feel like a fish wrapped in newspaper." Ellie giggled. "I know what you mean. Shame you weren't a woman, Brian. We could strip down." "I'm not stopping you," he quipped. He placed the palm of his hand on his face to cover his eyes, but spread his fingers to still see. "I won't look," he joked. Ellie feigned doubt by putting her wrist up to her forehead, and said with dramatic flair, "If only I could believe that." Chuckling, Annie stood up. "Well, I'm not modest." With that she unbuttoned the remainder of her blouse and removed it. However, with her camisole only a bit more cleavage was revealed. She sat back down. "Tease," Brian accused to the women's laughter. "Tit for tat," Annie retorted. "You show me yours, I'll show you mine." "Tit for tat?" Brian repeated. "How about just the tit part?" "You guys have had too much to drink." Ellie pointed out. "And have you noticed? The wind has died down." Brian checked his watch. "Nearly ten o'clock. This is about when the hurricane was predicted to come ashore. That would put us in the eye of the storm." "And when it passes, the back side is going to be bad," Ellie said knowledgeably. "I think I'm going to try to get some sleep while it's quiet. May not be able to later." She downed the remainder of her drink. "That's probably a good idea," Brian agreed, reeling himself in from the merriment and somewhat disappointed that he didn't get to see how far it would have gone. "Party poopers!" Annie said. "Unfortunately you're right." And with that, each went their separate ways. * * * It never occurred to Brian to mention that the sofa in his office opened into a bed. None of the others in the office did. It was a Ford Enterprises management perk in case they had to pull an all-nighter—which he had never had to do. Although he'd heard that the boss, Peter Ford, had used his for other things. However, in this situation, he doubted it provided him any more comfort than the ladies because even though it was momentarily quiet as the eye of the storm passed, it was getting warmer, and because of the ladies, he had this massive hard-on. Brian had stripped down to his briefs, and he considered pulling out his cock to give himself some hand relief. But he thought better of it, not wanting to get caught if one of the women was walking around. And that is exactly what happened. Brian saw the silhouette from the emergency lights just outside his doorway. The camisole was a giveaway that it was Annie. But better still, the underbodice revealed she had no bra on underneath. Her only other attire was bikini panties, and the combination did nothing to sooth his painful erection. "You need something?" Brian asked in a loud whisper. Stepping into his doorway, Annie inquired, "Did I wake you?" "No, it's starting to get too warm to sleep." "Yeah. Of course, all of that alcohol didn't help. And it hasn't worn off yet. I was trying to find someplace cooler." She took another step in. "It actually is a little better in here. And you've got a sofa bed!" Brian shrugged, though he didn't think she saw it in the dim light. "And you've stripped down, as well," Annie noted. Now, Brian drew his legs together, embarrassed that she might have spied his erection. "It's amazing," she went on, "that here we are practically naked in front of strangers." "I guess a hurricane does require us to make certain concessions." "Either that or it's a good excuse for you to look at my body." "Sorry," Brian offered nervously. "But you don't seem shy about showing it." "Well, as we all said earlier, some people you just feel comfortable around. And just so you know, to my delight, that bulge in your briefs has not escaped my attention." At least she couldn't see him blush. "I don't know what to say." "Really? Because that's one of the other things alcohol does to me: makes me a little more forward." "One of the other things? What else does it do?" Annie stepped closer to him. Sitting on the low sofa bed, he was almost face level with her pussy. He could smell her arousal. "Makes me horny." "Then as a good host, let me get you another drink." "Another drink is not what I need." Brian stood. Annie turned and pressed her ass against his hard cock. He pushed against her, wrapping his arms around her, cupping one of her breasts. "Now, you're being a good host." "Is Ellie sleeping?" "I don't know. But if she is, she'll miss all the fun." * * * In actuality, Ellie was just outside the door. Like Annie, the heat and alcohol prevented sleep, and also like Annie, she was on the prowl for another kind of relief. Ellie wore only her dress loosely fixed around her waist with no undergarments. She'd heard most of their exchange. "Looks like she won't miss any fun," Annie remarked as Ellie entered. "You horny too? Come on, I'll share." "No need." "Oh? You going to get off just watching?" "Not necessarily." And with that, as Brian was kissing Annie's neck and fondling her breasts, Ellie stepped up, placed her hands on either side of Annie's face and pressed her lips to the realtor's. So stunned was Annie that she did nothing. Instinctively, she kissed back, and as it continued, she realized it was partially because Ellie was a terrific kisser. When they finally broke it off several seconds later, Annie said, "I knew there was something about you. You prefer women." Strangers in the Night Ellie shrugged helplessly and smiled. "Guilty as charged. Sorry. I hope I didn't offend you. I was just hoping you liked women too." "I've never been with a woman," Annie admitted. "Have you ever been with a man?" "No. I discovered my preference when I was a teenager." "Well, then," Annie said with a wide grin, "it seems we're both missing out on something. The hurricane might not be the only big thing we're in for tonight." "What do you mean?" Ellie asked as if she didn't know. "I mean this is going to be a night of firsts." "You mean you expect me to . . . with him?" Ellie quickly leaned over to Brian. "Sorry. I didn't mean . . ." "No offense taken," Brian said. Envisioning the concept of their conversation had already given him a bigger hard on than he could ever remember having. "Don't you like trying new things?" Annie asked Ellie. "Well, yeah, but—" The grin still on her face, Annie pushed Brian onto the sofa bed, then grabbed Ellie and swung her around onto the bed. She then dove onto the mattress on the end placing the lawyer in between Brian and her. He landed sitting up with his back against the sofa back. Ellie eased herself up to a similar position, her dress pulling apart so that a good portion of her breasts and her legs to just below her crotch were exposed. Annie scooted in very close so that the three were unnecessarily squeezed together. "We have much to teach each other," Annie pointed out. "What better way to ride out the storm. And we'll start with—" she reached over to Brian and pulled the elastic of his briefs "—get those off," she commanded him. Loving where this was going, Brian eagerly complied. Annie then took Ellie's hand and placed it on Brian's hard cock. "Get used to the feel of that." It was obvious that the attorney had no clue what to do as evidenced by her limp grasp. Annie wrapped the other's hand around Brian's dick and moved it up and down until Ellie got the idea. "That's it. Don't be afraid it. Grab it. You've got his cock in your hand. You're the one in control." Annie put her fingers on the mushroom head as though she was turning a knob. Just thought of being stroked by two women was enough to make Brian seemingly harder than he already was, if that was possible. But the fact that the one doing most of the handiwork was a lesbian was almost more than his brain could process. "Try spitting on it," Annie suggested. "What?" Ellie stopped with a look of stupefaction. "Spit in your hand for lubrication. Don't want to rub him dry." Ellie's expression was now a mixture of disgust and fascination, but she did as instructed, and when she returned to stroking Brian, a faint smile formed on her lips with the ease in which her hand glided. "Now, for variety," Annie went on, "you can twist your wrist—" she reached over to show Ellie what she meant "—and with your other hand, cup and massage his balls." Annie did this herself. After all, she wanted to play too. Ellie paused for a few seconds because her arm was getting tired, so Annie spit in her own hand and picked up the pace. She loved stroking a hard cock; something powerful about it. "Oh, yeah. Now, we're getting it ready to fuck. You like it, Brian?" "No complaints," he groaned. "How about you, Ellie?" She shrugged. "It is interesting." With Annie's face very close to hers, she said, "But this is what I'd rather be doing." She kissed Annie, and Annie felt Brian's cock pulse. "I can't believe you've never kissed a girl before." Ellie glanced at Brian. "He likes it." "Yeah, he's nice and hard," Annie noted. "That's good," Ellie remarked as she added tongue action to her next kiss. To her surprise, Annie responded in kind. Watching two women sucking and licking each other's tongues was driving Brian crazy. He reached over to play with one of Ellie's mostly exposed tits. She wasn't quite as big as Annie, but she still felt divine. She moaned when he tweaked her nipple. What surprised Annie was how much she was enjoying kissing Ellie. Gender aside, she knew how to kiss. Annie had always considered herself a very sexual person, never afraid to try something different. But within that context, she never considered anything as different as another woman. Clearly, she may have been missing out. Or was it that between the alcohol and her level of arousal she didn't care? Glancing down as best she could with her lips mashed into Ellie's, Annie noticed Brian fondling the lawyer's tits. She reached over and guided his head to the breast he was fondling. He got the message and started sucking on it, much to Ellie's delight, if the tempo of their kiss was any clue. Annie was still pumping away on Brian's cock, and when Ellie paused their kiss to come up for air, it occurred to Annie that it might be time to test the other woman's talented lips on him. "You took to stroking a dick very well," Annie whispered. "Let's try something else new." She bent Ellie over directing her head to the tip of Brian's penis. "Whoa," Ellie said. "You have a dildo?" Annie asked. "What?" "You have a dildo?" Hesitantly, not knowing where this was going, Ellie answered, "Yes." "You suck on it to lube before using it?" "Yes." "This is just a human dildo." With a deep breath and raised eyebrows that no one could see, Ellie took a tentative lick on the bulbous head. "Go ahead. Suck his cock," Annie urged. Ellie took it into her mouth only as far as the foreskin and it still caused Brian to moan his pleasure. "Clamp your mouth around it and go up and down," Annie instructed. Ellie complied. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be so she continued sliding her lips up and down, while Annie continued to encourage her. Even though this was far from a world class blow job, Annie could see by the look of pure satisfaction on Brian's face that he didn't care. "See how much of it you can take," Annie prodded. No longer thinking about what she was doing, Ellie was now just having fun doing it. She tried to go deeper, but could only manage another inch. "Well, we still have some work to do." In reality, Annie was becoming desperate to have that nice hard cock in her own mouth, so she said, "Let me show you some things." Ellie gladly slid down a ways which allowed Annie to move closer. Firmly grasping Brian's cock at the base, Annie said, "First, keep it moist. The sloppier, the better. So, if you're going to spit on a dick, spit on it." She dribbled a big glob of saliva down on the head, and then used her mouth to spread it all up and down the shaft. After three times up and down, she slowly swallowed it down her throat, but only for a second, then removed her mouth altogether. "See that?" Ellie's eyes were wide as saucers. Brian's were not that much smaller. He'd never been deep-throated before. Annie resumed by licking his entire shaft with just her tongue as though it was an ice cream cone. Then, she tilted her head and went up and down the length rubbing it with her lips. "See how I did that? Doesn't always have to go inside your mouth to work." Meanwhile, Brian was so delirious; it felt like the top of his head was going to explode. "Just sit back and enjoy," Annie told him. She sucked his cock a bit more, going up and down several times. "And don't forget his balls. They're all part of it." She then slurped one testicle into her mouth, rolled it around and pulled her head back stretching his scrotum and letting the nut go. She performed an identical action on the other. Brian was practically crying with enjoyment. Ellie was wide-eyed with disbelief. Annie dribbled more saliva on the helmet and then deep-throated him again. "Now, you think you got it?" Ellie grinned and nodded. "Now you want to see if you can get it?" "What do you mean?" Ellie guided her to the foot of the bed, and then lay down where Annie had been. Ellie spread her legs exposing her beautifully shaved pussy. With her hands, she made a "come on" gesture. On hands and knees, Annie moved in closer. Interestingly, she had never seen a pussy this close. Of course, she had in pictures, but it wasn't the same. She had looked at herself in the mirror. But again, the angle was different. There was something enticing about it. Suddenly, she understood why men went so crazy over it. Knowing what Ellie expected, Annie moved her face closer and took a few swipes with her tongue. "Mmmm, that's it," Ellie murmured. "Come in more. Don't be afraid to get closer. Stick your tongue in there." Annie complied. It was so unbelievably soft; which was somewhat ironic because she knew it was. She was no stranger to touching herself. But she obviously could not do that with her own tongue. But the feel of it against her tongue was quite alluring. "Now, my clit," Ellie urged, breathing heavier. "Yes. That's it. Just do what you would want done to you." And so, Annie did. She flicked the tip of her tongue against Ellie's clit, then forced her tongue inside as deep as she could, then back to the clit sucking it this time. Meanwhile, Brian returned to sucking Ellie's tits. She had small nipples with areolas not much bigger around than a nickel. But there was something about that he liked. And they certainly were sensitive. "Use your finger also," Ellie reminded Annie. As Annie slid first one, then two fingers into Ellie's vagina, she was just as enamored touching another woman's pussy as she had been mouthing it. Ellie began moving her hips up and down matching the motion of Annie's tongue and fingers. "Add another finger." Annie complied. Ellie then grabbed the other woman's head holding it in the position she wanted against her womanhood. "Mmmm." Ellie spread her legs as wide as she could, resting her right thigh on Brian's cock. Having been fairly passive since they began this session, Brian felt the need for some aggressiveness. He turned to Ellie and kissed her passionately. He immediately agreed with Annie. Ellie was a great kisser. Automatically kissing back, nearly lost in euphoria, several seconds passed before Ellie realized she was kissing a man. But on this strange night, she realized it didn't matter. She kissed him with as much mania as he was her, and strangely, she found herself enjoying it, so much so, her tongue sought his in a dueling dance. They swapped spit like drinking water. On the other end, Annie was becoming incredibly adept at licking pussy. When Brian pulled away to catch his breath, Ellie pulled Annie up to taste herself on the other woman's lips. It was intoxicating. Ellie loved the taste of pussy—even her own. And now she wanted more. She rolled Annie over onto her back, tugged her panties down and off, and attacked. Annie's sweet pussy was already drenched. Ellie was like a bee sucking nectar from the most fragrant flower. She lifted Annie's ass rolling her up on her back so her pussy was higher up. In this position, Ellie was able to drive her tongue deeply into the other's hole. Annie let out a cry of ecstasy, but it almost diminished when Ellie dragged her tongue down over Annie's asshole. No man or woman had ever touched, tongued or done anything to that orifice. At first, she was put off. But it felt so incredibly good, she was powerless to stop the lawyer. She didn't know if it was that or the blood rushing to her head that made her feel faint. Brian could only sit and watch in awe, his cock leaking pre-cum like a sieve. Finally, Ellie eased Annie back down, and it was all the latter could do to catch her breath. Just as she barely did, Ellie came up for another wet kiss, lifting Annie's camisole to play with her tits. After another minute, Ellie rolled onto her back to get her breathing back to normal. Noticing Brian's dick and the bubble of clear liquid oozing out, Annie reached over and scooped a glob of it with her finger. She was about to lick it off, but just as quickly rubbed it on Ellie's lips. Eyes closed, Ellie automatically rubbed her tongue over her lips. Her eyes shot open at the salty taste. She abruptly turned her head in time to see Annie scooping another glob but putting it in her own mouth. Ellie wanted to be alarmed, but she instantly started giggling as she considered all the new things she had done so far. "I think she's ready, Brian," Annie surmised. "Get on over here and fuck her." Almost feeling left out; Brian didn't need to be told twice. But as Annie pulled Ellie's legs apart, fear began to overtake Ellie. Seeing it, Annie tried to reassure the other woman. "You've already said you've used a dildo. This is just—" "I know. A human dildo." But on some inexplicable level, Ellie kind of wanted to try this. Brian moved into the standard missionary position. Grabbing his cock that wanted to enter this pussy more than it had any other, he slid it in very slowly allowing her to become comfortable with it. After several seconds, when the frown on her face relaxed a little, he began thrusting, but gently. Still seeing a hint of apprehension, and knowing how much Ellie liked to kiss, not to mention how good she was at it and how nothing accompanied a good fuck like a kiss, Brian bent down and pressed his lips to hers. It worked and she responded. Annie had pulled Ellie's leg across hers and had been tenderly caressing her thigh. But when Brian broke their kiss, Annie swooped in to lock lips with Ellie, and after a minute, did the same with Brian. Annie couldn't help but also place her hand on Brian's ass as he pumped. She rubbed her hand around, and even let it go down between his legs to fondle his balls as they slapped gently against Ellie's rear. "How you doing, Ellie?" "Mmmm. This isn't too bad," Ellie answered, almost dreamily. Annie leaned over to kiss her again. "Told you." In such a heightened state of arousal, Annie wanted to be more a part of this so she got on her knees behind Brian in between both his and Ellie's spread legs. Annie rubbed Ellie's thighs and played with Brian's ass more. She pulled his cheeks apart and considered for an instant, fingering his asshole, but she didn't want to mess up his rhythm. Meanwhile, he was kissing Ellie again. "Give it to her harder," Annie commanded. To emphasize her point, she grabbed his hips, pushing and pulling at the pace she wanted him to fuck Ellie. For Ellie's part, the feel of this male tool inside her was amazing. She wanted to be confused as she was a confirmed lesbian. But for the moment, she just couldn't get past feelings and emotions building inside of her. She felt that familiar tingling in her pussy signaling her orgasm was near. But what surprised her was the intensity with which it was building. She wasn't sure she had ever experienced anything to such a heightened degree. It was growing, growing, growing and it almost frightened her where it was going. But then the dam broke and she let out this loud scream/cry/yell. Every nerve ending in her body was quivering. She was imploding, exploding, out-of-body, out of mind, out of breath. A moment, a minute later, her eyes snapped opened and she wanted to feel alarmed at what had happened to her body, that she had had sex with a man. But all she felt was marvelous. It was obvious that Ellie was in la-la land, but if Annie was horny before, now she was possessed. Fortunately, Brian hadn't come, though how he had managed to hold out was a mystery. But it was good for her because now it was her turn. She pushed Brian over onto his back. His cock had wilted slightly, but she knew she could fix that. She grabbed it, spit a glob on it and then took it into her mouth, and alternated jerking it with her hand. When he was mostly hard again, for good measure, she took it all the way down her throat. That brought him the rest of the way. She could also taste Ellie on him, not an altogether unpleasant experience even though she had never tasted a woman in this manner before. When she finally felt that he was ready, she wasted no time in sitting on his cock and then inserting in. She was so wet, he slid all the way in to his balls. "Oh, my god, that feels divine," Annie exclaimed. "Ditto," Brian echoed. Ellie turned on her side to watch. Seeing that, Annie leaned over to kiss her while Brian drilled away. Returning her attention to him, Annie moved her hips back and forth instead of up and down. "Oh, that's great!" Brian noted enthusiastically. "You like that?" Annie teased. "You like that wet pussy?" "Oh, yeah!" Watching a man and woman fuck in person was a first for Ellie, and to her surprise, a bit of a turn on. She couldn't help but reach down and finger her own pussy. Annie lay down on Brian and devoured his mouth. He thought she might literally suck his brains out. But just as quickly, she reached over and pulled Ellie's head closer performing the same lip action. She then moved down to Ellie's nipple and sucked on it for a minute. But now, she just couldn't wait any more. She had to come. So, she sat up again and concentrated on fucking and being fucked. "Come on, give it to me Brian!" He had never been with such a sexually delirious woman before. But he loved her intensity and aggressiveness and he gave it to her just as she wanted it: hard and fast. To his surprise, she came without announcement or fanfare, and to his disappointment, not explosively. It almost made him feel inadequate. However, when he slowed down, Annie ordered, "Don't stop! We're not done yet." A couple of minutes later, he thought she was going to pull her hair out she came so hard, moaning, groaning, her fingers bent as though they were claws. She grabbed his shoulders to fuck him harder and he feared she might scratch his chest like a wildcat. It made him lose his own orgasm. The way she continued to pump him was as though she had an itch way down where she couldn't reach it. Finally, she finished and rolled over onto her back at the foot of the bed. "Oh, that was the best fuck I've had in a long time!" Annie yelled while trying to catch her breath. Brian looked up at Ellie and the two exchanged looks of disbelief at what they had just witnessed. Catching it, Annie sat up. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you?" "Well, I have to admit," Brian confessed, "I've never seen anyone come with such intensity." "Nor I," Ellie agreed. Annie grinned. "This is the first time in a long while that I have been able to just let myself go. And I have to admit, Ellie, having you in the mix—" "A lesbian?" "I wouldn't call myself that anymore," Annie corrected. "I think you've graduated to bisexual." "And you?" "Maybe." "You don't think it was just the unusual situation?" "Possibly. But sometimes it's those unusual situations that encourage you to try something you otherwise never would have only to find out that you actually like it." "Perhaps you're right." Just then, a gust of wind pushed against the window reminding them of the hurricane. "I guess the eye has passed," Ellie pointed out. "Some time ago," Brian corrected. "But we were caught up in our own storm." They all laughed. "But the storm isn't over," Annie said. "No, it will probably last until morning," Brian surmised. "I meant you haven't come yet." "Well, it wouldn't be the first time," Brian admitted. "No, no, everybody has to have an orgasm. And there is still one thing Ellie hasn't experienced." "I can't go anymore. I'm worn out." "All you have to do is lay there." Annie pulled Brian up to his knees facing the supine Ellie. Annie then knelt behind him and reached around to give him a handjob aiming his cock at the other woman's tits. She would have liked for him to shoot all over Ellie's face, but that might be a bit extreme for the lawyer. Strangers in the Night Ellie knew what was coming, and though apprehensive, felt it was the lease she could do since he gave her such a spectacular climax. She even surprised herself by reaching up to massage his balls as Annie stroked him. Annie kissed his neck and nibbled and his ear lobe. She smiled when she saw what Ellie was doing. Ellie returned a grin, but Annie shrugged as though she didn't know why she couldn't get Brian to come. Ellie then winked, raised her head, opened her mouth and sucked Brian's balls—both of them—in. Even though taken aback, Annie stroked harder, and with the slurping sounds Ellie was making, Brian started moaning signaling he was close. A minute later, Brian bathed Ellie's chest in a shower of cream that looked as though five guys had come on her. Never had he shot such a massive load. He almost thought his balls would deflate. As he lay back down, he actually shot a few more drops when he saw Annie bend over and lick some of his come off of Ellie's nipples. It was the last thing he remembered. * * * The sun shining in his face awoke Brian the next morning, though it peeked through the clouds for only a minute. Still it was enough to force him to open his eyes. When the sun disappeared, he literally felt as though he was in a cloud. In the back of his mind he was reliving a dream he'd had. Two women had sought refuge from the storm, the three were alone in the entire office, and they'd had several martinis and the kind of sex someone like him could only ever dream about. However, it had seemed incredibly real; particularly since he was naked. But then he remembered having to go out in the rain . . . to help one of the women. No, it must have been something else that he could not remember. Still, he had a pasty taste in his mouth. And he still had his morning wood. Or was that just from recalling the erotic dream. Seeing his clothes on the floor, Brian reached for and slipped on his briefs. He went to the bathroom to relieve himself, and on the way back, stopped in the kitchen. There was a pot of cold coffee—which he vaguely remembered making—that he put on the stove to heat. While waiting for it, he glanced around the kitchen and saw the empty Martini pitcher. Well, at lease he got that part right. Had he drank the entire pitcher? No wonder he felt so worn out, not to mention the sticky taste in his mouth. There was no glass, unless he'd brought it into his office. The coffee was warm enough so he poured a cup and returned to his office in search of his Martini glass. He saw it on the corner of his desk. Picking it up to examine it, he saw lipstick on it. Quickly, he looked around. There were two more glasses on the end table. "Hello?" Brian called out. But there was no response. And then he saw the large envelope on his desk with his name in large letters. The penmanship was positively female. Without another thought, he ripped it open. His eyes widened at the two pairs of panties that fell out. One was black, the other a cream color. There was writing on the lighter colored pair. He read it. "Same time, same place, next hurricane." END Strangers in the Night The epileptic fit of the light show was matched only by the club's pounding base as the latest dance sensations pumped up the crowd. Scantily clad young women writhed against lustful young men, desire and alcohol intoxicating the dance floor. Turning from the bar, scotch in hand, Scott surveys the crowd. Standing six feet tall, his five o'clock shadow and tousled hair, coupled with his long sleeved purple shirt and black trousers he matched half the men in this place. Several women glance back at him as they pass, coy smiles peeking through layers of makeup. Scott weaves through the crowd towards his coworker's table. At the edge of the dance floor the flick of her deep red hair catches his eyes. He turns, and sees her dancing with her a stunning blonde and an average brunette. But she stands out to him. He puts her at about five foot five, her crimson hair hanging down to her chest. Scott cannot help but notice her figure. A curvy figure, her tight white dress shows off her ample rear and gives deep cleavage to her D-cup breasts. As she bobs her head, he catches him staring, and bits her lip just a little, before bash fully turning her head away. A wicked grin crossed Scott's face. Reaching his coworkers, both men having seen the redhead, Scott quickly downs his scotch, leaves the glass on huge table and bids a cocky goodnight before making his was to the dance floor and the redhead. Turning around mid-dance, she bumps into him as he approaches. Apologizing, she looks up, a shy smile forming when she realizes who it is. He smiles at her and tells her his name. No foreplay, just one word. She responds in kind, but lacking his confidence. Scott and Jenny begin to dance; their bodies getting closer as the music become more heated. Scott can see the desire in her eyes, and is thankful not to see a drunken glaze there. Scott sees a lot in her eyes, using his skills at reading people that advanced his corporate sales career. He sees a young girl, not too experienced, who he could teach a few tricks to, and have some fun in doing so. Jenny looks up at Scott and feels butterflies in her stomach. She cannot remember the last time a good looking man like this paid her any attention, being used to fighting off creepy middle-aged men. By the time the club closes, both Scott and Jenny are tired, wired and sweating. Laughing, they leave the club together, his arm around her waist. The taxi journey to his apartment is a blur of wandering hands and wrestling tongues, as is the elevator ride. Once in the door, Scott scoops Jenny up in his arms, eliciting a giddy squeal, and carries her to the couch. Laying her down gently, he kisses her deeply, his right hand cupping the back of her head, his left hand moving down her waist. Scott runs his hands over her legs, stomach and breasts as they kiss, listening out for her moans. Once satisfied that she is thoroughly aroused, he breaks the kiss, grinning as she almost desperately cranes her neck in an attempt to rejoin his lips. Pulling her into up, he sits beside her, and takes her hand in his, his other hand resting at the hem of her dress, pressing lightly on her bare leg. He stares into her yes, knowing he has her full attention. His words are carefully chosen, his voice deep and commanding. "Jenny, I want you. All of you. I want you to be mine tonight. To pleasure and explore." Leaning his cheek against hers he speaks right into her ear. "I want to make you scream." Jenny shudders. He sees the carnal haze in her eyes and pulls her forcefully towards him, kissing her passionately. She moans into his mouth as he lies down, pulling her on top of him. Arching his groin up against hers, his hand finds the zip of her dress and slowly pulls it down before slipping inside to caress her bare back. Throwing a large cushion onto the floor, Scott sits up, pulling her with him. Standing, he looks down at her issues his first command of the he night. "Take it off." The command sparks a fire in Jenny that she was not aware she had. Looking up into his intense eyes she feels a yearning to do whatever he says. Kicking off her heels, she shimmies out of her dress and stands before him in only her underwear. She sees the lust in his eyes as he takes in the sight of her and hears a low growl in the back of his throat. Undoing his shirt, Scott moves the cushion in front if his feet and orders her to her knees. There, she cannot helps but stare at the bulge in his trousers, biting her lip as she does. Undoing his belt, she pulls down his trousers and runs her hand over his tight, bulging boxers. Pulling them down she gasps slightly as his cock comes into view. Standing a good six inches long, is is thicker than any she had been with before, and she worried if it could fit in her mouth. "Suck me" Scott commands Jenny does not waste any time, taking his cock in her hand and swirling her tongue around the thick head. Taking the head in her mouth, she has to stretch her jaw somewhat to accommodate its girth. Bobbing her he'd slowly up and down, she feels his hand on the back of her head, pressing her down as his hips begin to thrust forward. She moans as he gradually picks up the pace, fucking her mouth faster and harder, before pushing deeper, urging her throat to open. "Open wide for Daddy!" The sudden change in label takes Jenny by surprise. Conflicted, her mind both likes and dislikes the idea of calling Scott Daddy, while her pussy gets even wetter at the kinky idea. Moaning, she opens her mouth wider and takes his thrusts more, allowing the head of his cock to pierce the back of her throat. The moments where her breath is taken away she feels powerless, and finds that excites her. Pulling out of her mouth, Scott looks down at her and tells, her to take a deep breath. She does and he rams his cock back into her mouth, both hands gripping her head this time. His thrusts become more desperate as the churning in his balls grows. Jenny reaches a hand up to gently cup them and relishes the moan it causes. "Yeah, play with Daddy's balls! Daddy's is gonna fill that pretty little mouth of yours with cum!" Jenny moans at the thought of feelings his cum flood her mouth, despite having been reluctant at times in the past with exes. Feeling Scotts cock pulse in her throat, followed by heavy groans, she relishes the hot cum pouring over her tongue and coating the back of her throat, causing her to swallow rapidly to keep up with the flow. Sighing, Scott pulls his cock from Jenny's mouth and caresses her cheek as scheme smiles down at her, his eyes glazed over slightly. Pulling her to her feel he leads her to the bedroom, where he pulls her close and kisses her neck as his hand swiftly undoes her bra. She pulls off her bra and tosses it aside. Scott kisses his way down to her breasts, kissing the right one as he caresses the left with his hand, before switching. Jenny moans and runs her fingers through his hair as he sucks and gently bites her nipples. Pushing her onto the bed, Scott strips off his remaining clothes and kisses his way down her stomach, swirling his tongue around her belly button. Squeezing her thighs, he lightly runs his tongue along the rim of her panties, first the waist, follower by the edges, stopping short of reaching her pussy. Gripping the sides of her panties, he pulls them down slowly, gently blowing at the newly exposed, shaved, region north of her lips. Scott cannot help but notice she has a more attractive pussy than he is used to, and a sly smile dons his face as he is reminded that she is in her early twenties, compared to his late. Kissing his way up her body he kissed her passionately, his hand caressing her cheek, then her neck, then putting a little pressure on her neck. "Do you wanna be Daddy's little fucktoy?!" he asks, half-rhetorically. After a moments of nervous hesitation, Jenny nods, enjoying the sensation of giving in to him and letting his take control. Scott resumes kissing her, his right hand testing the waters of how much pressure she will let him put on her throat as his left moves down to her pussy. Lightly caressing the edges of her lips he teases her before applying more pressure. She is soaking wet, and he loves that. Slipping one finger inside he revels in the soft, wet warmth before adding a second. She is very tight, and he smiles at the thought of filling that tight pussy with his cock. Jenny is thinking the same as she moves her hips up to meet the thrusts of his fingers. She is surprised to find that she likes his hand on her throat, though a little part of her is afraid, it only adds to the intensity. As she moans loader, Scott moves down her body, replacing his fingers with his tongue. A he deftly tongues her wet folds, Jenny cries out, her hands gripping his hair as she thrusts her hips up into his face, desperate for more pleasure. When she comes she screams and arches her back off the bed. Soft grips her waist and doesn't stop until she collapses back onto the covers, where he begins to wind down his tonguing before moving up to lay beside her, kissing her passionately, making her taste herself. Jenny emits a surprised moan as she finds it intoxicating to taste her cum on his lips and tongue. He takes her hand and moves it to his cock, which is rock hard in her grip. She smiles at him. "Fuck me Daddy" she pleads, and gasps at the intense lust it evokes in his eyes. Scott growls again and leaps on top of her, spreading her legs and taking his cock in hand as he guides it to her pussy. Easing the head in, he feels her tightness and is thankful for how wet she is. Seeing that she expects him to ease the rest in, he suddenly thrusts into her, causing her to cry out as her tight pussy is stretched to accommodate his this cock. "You like Daddy's cock filling your tight, young pussy?!" "Oh Daddy!" is all she can manage before he starts thrusting hard and fast into her. Jenny's breasts bounce with each thrust and he cannot take his eyes off them. "Yeah, take it! Take Daddy's cock in your tight, wet pussy!" He demands. "Yes, Daddy! Yes!" she screams. Scott pounds his cock into her, feeling her long nails dig into his back as her moans turn to screams and back. Feeling that familiar sensation, he starts thrusting faster and faster. "You gonna swallow Daddy's cum like a good little whore?!" he demands. "Cum in my mouth Daddy!" Jenny pleads, somewhat shocked at how into it she is getting. Scott thrusts several more times before pulling out and rapidly moving up her body before shoving his cock in her mouth and fucking her throat with no regard for he comfort. Jenny moans as he holds her breath against the onslaught of his cock in her mouth and is both aroused and thankful for the flood of cum in her throat, thought little bit of her is disappointed that she did not get to taste it. Thrusting a couple of more times, Scott pulls out of her mouth and collapses beside Jenny as she gasps for air. Pulling her against him, he kisses the top of her head as she rests it on his chest, her breathing gradually returning to normal, a satisfied moan escapes her lips. Jenny drifts off in Scott's arms, still a little dazed from everything, but smiling. Scott gently caresses her back as he thinks about her potential to be the best little fucktoy he's had yet.