0 comments/ 35726 views/ 2 favorites Tan By: Spirited For my last birthday I had received a month pass to a local tanning salon. Needless to say, it wasn't exactly my thing or the thing of any other guy I knew. My girlfriend at the time thought I'd look good with an all over tan, but before now I had never bothered to use it. I was in the process of throwing away all traces of her existance from my apartment when I re-discovered the coupon pinned to my refrigerator by a magnet. I must have looked at it a thousand times without noticing it but now it suddenly captured my attention. I figured I could always check it out just for kicks and who knows, if it did what is was supposed to do, I could always end up making my ex jealous, which would definitely be a perk. I assumed that the only other people who would be there would be female, so I took a shower and a little extra time cultivating my appearance. As I was doing this it I couldn't believe how ignorant I had been in neglecting to see that a tanning salon would be the perfect place to pick up women! Most girls who went for that sort of thing were usually the types who prided themselves in their appearance more so than strength of character or even intelligence. In other words, it would be a place full of hot girls! The place was only a ten minute drive away. I parked out front, and walking to the door, gave the surrounding area a quick once over. If any of my friends saw me going into here, it would be pretty embarassing. Then I remembered how I had justified coming here to myself and knew that there was no way they could argue with that logic. Inside, the place looked how I expected it to be. Kind of like a chiropractic office and a travel agency were forced to share the same area. It was clean and slighty sterile, only posters of suntan lotion were pinned to the walls and potted ferns were situated randomly to give the place a slightly tropical feel. I walked over to the receptionist, a cute little thing who couldn't have been more than eighteen and looked like she had been a customer for at least two years. I showed her the card and explained to her how I had recieved it. "Your girlfriend didn't come with you," she asked. I said we had broken up to which the girl gave me a once over and replied, "Her loss." She asked me a few questions to ascertain how long I could remain within a bed, which was only ten minutes for the first time. "Now," she said, "there are ten individual rooms with a bed in each and at the end of the hall is a co-ed room. Usually couples go in there... but when the rooms are full we put people in there, too. Now, as luck would have it, the rooms are all full. You can wait if you want, or I can put you in there." "That won't be a problem," I asked. The girl shrugged and smiled. "Only if you don't mind sharing it with a girl. One of our regulars is in there now. If you hurry, you'll both finish up at the same time," she said, and winked. "Sold," I said. The girl grinned and took hold of my arm, leading me down the hall. I had been here all of five minutes and already I was in love with the place. "If I need help, who do I ask for," I asked, by way of an introduction. "I'm Cindy," the girl replied. She looked at the coupon in her hand I had given her and added, "Nice to meet you, Ben." When I entered the room, Cindy set the timer on the bed, smiled again and then closed the door behind me. I looked around. Two beds rested side by side, five feet apart. A space separated top from bottom on each and I could see the form of a woman resting within one. Her skin was glowing blue, but I could tell it was toned, with a lovely curving hip leading to long, slender legs. I smiled and wished a silent thank-you to Cindy, then began to undress by the door. I walked over to my bed and opened the door, placed the glasses hanging off it on my face, then climbed onto the warm surface. I carefully closed the door and was surprised by how unconfined I felt. I now understood why the top and bottom parts were unattached. I let my body relax, feeling the very warm, comforting glow penetrate my skin, then titled my head to the side. The girl in the next bed was looking over at me. She smiled then looked back up. I really, really hoped our timers went off at the same time. I wanted to see the rest of what this girl had to offer. I was surprised by how quickly the ten minutes passed. The buzzer of the timer went off and I opened the lid. I stretched my arms, tensing my body for a moment. The bed had been so relaxing I didn't want it to end. I slid my legs over the side and glanced over at the other bed. The girl was looking at me again, or more specifically, at the area between my legs. I shaved down there and whenever I was with a girl for the first time, her reaction was always the same. Surprise, followed by curiousity. And when she actually got to experience the feel of a smooth, hairless shaft and bag and all the skin surrounding it, she was in love. I felt a brief moment of embarassment, then tried to act casually. She had a very pleased grin on her face and I had a feeling, timer or no timer, she'd be getting out of her bed soon. And no sooner had that thought ended than her timer went off. Her lid went up, and I slipped off the bed, standing naked before her. She sat up, swung her feet to the floor, and stood before me. She, too, stretched, then smiled at me. "Mmm, that felt good," she said. I agreed, looking over her body. She was tall, and had an athletic build. Her breasts were two perfectly round orbs, hanging slightly from her chest, tanned to a luscious light caramel colour. Her stomach was flat, with a glittering stone pierced in the navel. Her hips were strong, but curved, and as I looked between them I laughed. "What's so funny," she asked. "I see we have something in common," I said, nodded downwards. She looked in the direction I indicated, at her freshly shaven pussy, also tanned to perfection. She looked at my cock, which I had given up on fighting to keep flaccid, and licked her lips. "There's no greater feeling than being shaved, is there," she asked, never drawing her eyes away from my solid member. "Except maybe feeling shaved on shaved," I said. "I'm Joey," she said. "Ben," I responded. "Got somewhere to be, Ben," she asked. I resisted saying, 'Inside you' and instead responded, "Just my lonely apartment." I made the short walk over to my clothes, though I did not want to put them on. Joey ran a finger from her neck, down the center of her chest, along her stomach and stopped on the hairless skin above her vagina. "Care for some company," she asked. "I'd love some," I answered, and forced myself to dress. We left the room together, and as we walked past the fron desk, Cindy looked up from her magazine and said, "You kids have fun." Joey said, "Bye hun," while I just winked. We decided to drive over together, so she left her car parked there and climbed in next to me in my truck. She neglected to put her bra on, and as we drove over, she pinched and tugged at her erect nipples as they jutted through the thin material of her white cotton tank top. My cock struggled against my khakis, and sensing this she placed a hand over the bulge, as if to reassure me that it would find release in due time. We practically ran up the stairs into my apartment. They door hadn't even closed and Joey was tearing her clothes off of her body. I did likewise, then we fell into each others embrace, kissing furiously. I grasped one of her golden tits in my hand, and reached over to her ass with the other, squeezing her hard. She pressed her cunt into my cock, grinding it momentarily before shoving me hard against the chest. I fell back onto my sofa and she dove between my legs. She took my length in one hand and began lapping it at the base, before moving on to my balls. She wasn't gentle, but the discomfort was exquisite as her tongue covered every inch of my balls and the sack that contained them with her saliva. She sucked a ball into her mouth and lovingly cushioned it between her tongue and cheek, then let it slip out with a slurpy sound and raced her tongue further south. The skin there was also hairless, but often neglected and the sensation bordered between ticklish and heavenly. That is when she grasped my cheeks with her hands and spread them, leaving my asshole exposed to the air. She lunged at it with her tongue and swirled and probed and left me breathless. I felt near coming. My balls, bouncing off her nose, tightened and she felt this, for she darted her mouth up to my head and swallowed it. She began to engulf my cock, sliding her lips up and down, faster and faster. A groan stirred within me and built up into a loud moan that escaped my lips as my steaming hot come shot repeatedly into her mouth. She kept her lips sealed firmly, still stroking my cock with her mouth as she swallowed glob after glob of my white love. I opened my eyes and looked down at her to see an arm reaching back behind her. She was fingering her own asshole. This caused another eruption within me, and as I jerked, my cock slipped from her mouth and shot a white load onto her face. She fell back, seemingly spent. She ran her fingertips along her face, dragging the come to her lips, where she appeared to savour it like gourmet ice cream. I sat back, and studied her body, soft and feminine, yet with an underlying athletic tone. Her legs were spread and bent at the knees, her lips between them engorged with lust. I watched her other hand run over her chest and down between her legs. Her fingers slipped into the wet folds, and as she cleaned her face of my come, she began to pleasure herself while I recovered. "Ooh, your come tastes so good... I loved sucking it out of your long, hard cock. Your gorgeous, smooth cock. It felt so good sliding in and out of my... ah... my mouth. Mmm... feeling your hot come splatter against my face made me soooo fucking wet," she said nearly breathless as her fingers worked away within her body. "It made me feel like your bitch," she continued, her words stimulating my mind and, more importantly, my member. "Did you like coming on my face... ah... did it make you feel like.. ah.. ah...a man? It made me feel like a nasty little slut... ooh, god... I love feeling like a dirty little whore. A dirty little whore fingering her cunt for you... her juicy pussy. I want your big, hard cock in my wet little pussy. Ooh. Would you like to put your... oh... your fucking cock into my pussy? You wanna ram your fat cock into my tanned little pussy? Did you... oh oh oh... did you want to stick your cock into me when you saw me? I saw you... oh, I saw your hairless cock and I wanted it, oh, I wanted it to fuck my little cunt. Ah... ah.. so badly, I wanted it.. oh shit... I wanted it to... to fuck my little cunt so hard and fast, ah god... fuck me, fuck me now!" I was on her in a flash. Her pussy was so wet I slid in with ease, and just as I entered her, I released a violent thrust against her body, at the same time gripping her left nipple between my fingers and squeezing violently. She shrieked and forced herself down hard against my rigid tool. With one hand she began tugging at one of her tits and with the other she began to stimulate her clit. I fucked her furiously; her strong legs wrapped around my waist and I plunged into her over and over, harder and harder, faster and faster. Her wavy blonde hair spread out around her lead like a halo and her blue eyes were closed tight. She bit her bottom lip as I pummeled her body relentlessly. "Oh yeah, that's it, that is it! Ooooh my god I haven't been fucked this hard ever," she cried out, and this just served to egg me on. I put everything into my thrusting. Her legs tightened around my body, trying to hold me inside her, and I struggled harder still to make her feel my piston. "You want my cock inside you," I gasped between short breaths. "You like being fucked like ... like a naughty little slut? You want your little fuck hole... filled with my big cock?" "Yes, yes I do," she responded, both hands on her own nipples. "Squeeze your titties for me," I ordered, and she obeyed. "Tweak your nipples. Pinch them and pull them... make them sorry they ever got hard!" And she did, screaming lustily as she did so. And as I drilled away at her body, as she tortured her tits, her screams began raising in volume. They were shorter, but there were more of them. Her hips bucked up to meet my thrusts and her body began to shake. She was screaming uncontrollably now, her body being overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm. This in turn triggered mine. I didn't pull out; I released within her, feeling my come shoot within the chambers of her pussy. Joey was writhing below me and I shot the last of my load within her, I collapsed onto her sweaty, tanned body. We struggled to catch our breath, then she caught my eyes with her own. "Oh my god," she said, pulling my head to hers and kissing me hard on the mouth."Oh my god, that was the most amazing fuck I have ever had. I could only nod in agreement. "We have to do this again." Again I only nodded. "And get Cindy in on it, too." This time there was a grin on my face as I nodded. Tan and Workout Amy walked into the tanning salon at 7:45 pm, 15 minutes before closing time. She hadn't made an appointment, so she was unsure whether or not she'd be able to tan. Either way, hopefully she'd be able to see Drake, the sexy twenty something who ran the salon. She was pleased to see that Drake was, in fact, behind the counter as usual. She took a minute to gaze at his tanned face, with his chiseled features and beautiful white smile. She let her eyes travel slowly over his broad shoulders and open shirt collar, which exposed part of his muscled, hairy chest. She suppressed the urge to unbutton his shirt and see a little bit more of his tanned torso, and flashed him a bright smile. "Good evening, Drake," she said. "What's going on, sexy," he drawled. "You walked in just in time. I didn't have any more appointments for tonight, so I was about to close up shop a little early." As he said this, he switched off the glowing neon sign that informed customers the salon was open. "Did you want to do the stand up today, or one of the beds?" he asked her, never once taking his eyes off of hers, a deliberate action which made her slightly wet. It drove her nuts, that this man turned her on so much; that he could make her moist with just one look. "Do you mind if I use one of the beds?" she queried, knowing that a session in the 20-minute bed would take her past closing time. "If I minded, hon, I wouldn't have given you the option." He clicked the mouse and entered her choice in the computer. "You're all set for twenty. Just call if you need anything." Wondering if there was a double meaning in those words, she grabbed her tanning accelerator and headed past him to one of the many small rooms that contained the 20 minute tanning beds. She applied her accelerator and lay down in the tanning unit. After 20 minutes of warmth and relaxation, she stretched and got up. When she reached for the towel that was usually put into the rooms, she found that it was missing, and she didn't have anything to wipe off the excess sweat before she dressed. "Drake," she called and poked just her head out the door. Seconds later he was there to assist her. "Did you need help with anything?" There was no mistaking the mischievous gleam in his eyes. She could feel the blush heating her body. Unable to look away from his eyes, she took a step backward, forgetting that the door was slightly open and she was undressed. Drake seemed to take that as an invitation. His eyes were no longer on hers, now they were roaming slowly over her tanned, naked body. She sensed his gaze first on her slender shoulders, then on her delicate collarbone, then her small, pert breasts. Nervously, she rubbed her foot back and forth on the carpeted floor, which drew his attention down to the light blue nail polish on her toes. Then, once again, she could almost feel the searing heat of his eyes as they traveled up her long, tanned legs and stopped at her freshly shaven pussy. After what seemed like an eternity, Drake' eyes finally met Amy's and when she saw the raw hunger in them, she forgot all thoughts of the towel. He took another step forward and she felt the room heat up even more. He reached his hand out, his eyes staring straight into hers, and let her hair down. Then he pulled her head towards his and brushed his lips against hers. His kiss began surprisingly gently, but soon became as hot as her flesh when his tongue found hers and he began to suck on it, drawing her deeper into the moment. Before she knew it, his fingers released her hair and began drawing a sensual line down her back. She reached out, blind with desire, and one of her hands stroked his neck while the other slipped between his hip and his waistband. "Do you have any idea how good your ass looks in those jeans?" she asked him, hesitantly pulling her lips away from his. "Or how hot I get from just looking at you?" Drake stood back a moment to look at her. "I've got a feeling that neither I, nor anyone else contributes to your hotness," he told her. "I think that "hot" is how nature made you." Amy smiled. "I'm very flattered, but that's not what I meant," she said. She took his hand and moved it. "I meant you make me hot here." She placed his hand between her legs. She could feel him tense a little as his fingers touched her smooth outer lips, and then slipped between them to find her inner wetness. She looked him straight in the eye and told him, "Drake, I want you naked. Now." She took one hand from his neck and slid it under his waistband to join the other one. Soon Drake was stepping out of his jeans and she was helping him with his shirt. Then she tried to keep her tongue in her mouth as she took in the magnificent view before her. Drake obviously worked out, but some of his physique must have been a gift from God, because that's what he looked like. His sculpted body reminded her of Slater Museum's statues of Greek Gods, except for his raging erection standing out like a signal flag, warning Amy she was playing with fire, and one time with hot Drake just might not be enough to satisfy her hunger for his body. Amy knew that it was too late for second thoughts, so she gave in to her desire. She placed her palms flat against his beautifully muscled chest and pushed him back against the wall. She went up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. "Do you know how wet I get every time I walk in here and talk to you?" she asked him, before she traced her tongue around the edge of his ear. Her small, soft breasts pressed into his hard chest as she kissed his neck, taking care not to leave any visible marks his girlfriend might see. She kissed her way down to his left nipple, and licked it slowly, in little circles. Then she lavished the same attention on his other nipple. She was so turned on that she didn't realize she was sliding her steaming pussy up and down along his thigh, subconsciously trying to reach her own orgasm. When both his nipples were hard, she began a trail of kisses that led down his washboard abs, and stopped at his navel, which she licked for just a minute before her tongue went even lower. Drake wound his fingers in her hair and pulled her head toward his aching cock, waiting in anticipation for what he knew was coming next. He sighed as his dick was suddenly surrounded by Amy's soft mouth. She took as much of it as she could, grasping the base of his thick cock with her right hand, making slow stroking motions while she deep throated it. Her left hand played with his balls. He started to protest when she lifted her head off his penis, but thought better of it when she cupped his heavy sac in her hands and licked underneath it. He moaned as she ran her tongue underneath his balls, then gently sucked them into her mouth. Meanwhile, her hand was still caressing his shaft and he was lost in the heavenly sensations that the combined force of her hand and mouth were giving him. She ran her tongue up his balls and up the underside of his cock, before quickly taking his swollen head into her hot mouth again. He lifted her head up and stared into her eyes. "If you keep doing that, you're not going to give me a chance to show you how good it can be," he warned her. Amy shivered as she saw the ravenous look in his eyes. He looked like he was about to eat her alive! "My turn," he said as he picked her up and placed her, surprisingly gently, on the tanning bed, which was still warm from her recent use. Amy had never been shy, but the predatory way he was looking at her made her dizzy and unsure. Without taking his dark gaze off of her eyes, he put his hands on her knees, and pulled them apart. He took a minute to appreciate the spread before him, and Amy shivered as she felt his hot breath on her smooth, shaven skin. He inserted one finger into her satiny pussy, but to her surprise, he immediately removed it. She watched, fascinated, as he tasted her on his finger, savoring the sweetness of her juices, and never breaking eye contact with her. Amy almost came right there when she saw the raw wildness in his eyes, as he tasted her wetness on his finger. She closed her eyes and felt his fingers on her pussy lips, spreading her open, exposing her completely. Then she felt his silken tongue stroke her, from just above her asshole to her clit. He gave her clit a few tentative licks, and then he stiffened his tongue and thrust it in her feverish pussy, which, by now, was dripping wet for him. His tongue moved back up to suck on her clit, while his finger entered her once more. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he brought her to the edge of orgasm. Then, he surprised her by slipping his moistened finger into her ass, while his mouth sucked hungrily on her clit, and she felt the pulsating waves of an orgasm rip through her body. As soon as he heard her cry out, Drake moved up her body to kiss her, and she sighed as she licked her own come off his lips. "Delicious, isn't it?" he asked her. "Foreplay? It's always delicious," she replied. "The foreplay, too, but I was talking about your sweet, creamy pussy." Drake grinned a wolfish smile as he kissed the tip of her nose. "I think you're ready for me now," he told her. Amy's pussy was more than ready; she was sopping wet from the combination of his saliva and her orgasm. She was glad, too, because Drake's cock was so thick that she was going to need all the lubrication she could get. She felt the blunt tip of his cock tease her pussy. She reached down and opened her outer lips, and he suddenly, in one quick thrust, he'd buried himself inside her. Drake waited a minute, so she could adjust to his size, and then began making small, sensuous movements with his hips, moving inside her just enough to push her closer to the edge. When he felt her getting close to orgasm, he started moving faster and thrusting deeper, pulling himself all the way out and then piercing her quickly, over and over. She started lifting her hips to meet him, and she felt another orgasm pour through her body. She looked back at him. "Hold on just one second," she said, and pulled herself off his swollen cock. Then she got up, helped him up, and closed the cover of the tanning bed. She pulled him behind her, and bent forward over the top of the unit so he could take her from behind. "Doggystyle is my favorite," she told him. More than willing to oblige, Drake grabbed her hips and pushed his large cock into her once more. Her pleasure came much faster in this position. He pulled her hips back to meet his as her cries got louder and louder. When he was about to come, he pulled out and, reading his mind, she turned with lightning speed and placed her mouth over his cock. She waited until he stopped coming, and then swallowed the whole mouthful at once. He moaned as the hot liquid slipped down her throat, and her sucking mouth felt like it had drained every last drop. Then he leaned up against the tanning bed, exhausted. "Next time we'll have to try this somewhere more comfortable," he told her. She giggled. "I'm surprised the tanning bed didn't collapse," she said. "My legs almost did," he told her. "It's a good thing you work out," she joked. "Maybe you should skip your usual exercise tomorrow for a workout like the one we just had." Drake couldn't agree more. Tan, Oiled, and Ready Mmm,... Last Saturday morning was wonderful. Peacefully awakened by the sun streaming through my window, I yawned, stretched, got up and moved into the shower. The warm soft water was a welcome treat. Damn my muscles were sore. Once in, the cascading water played down and across my sore back and arms as I moved back and forth under the jet. Taking my time, I began a slow, soapy rub down, enjoying the lather building up on my chest and arms. Stretching and moving beneath the spigot, the water coursed over my back and between my legs. Massaging my testicles with all that lather, I started daydreaming, continuing to rub my prick. Even though I was starting to respond to the touch, I thought back on today's chores. The first thing to be done was to cut the grass, then start in on a few odd jobs cropping up around the house. As a carpenter by trade, the chores were easy to complete. Yet my cock was refusing the planned agenda and continued to grow thicker. "Sorry buddy," I laughed, turning and rinsing off, "I need to keep moving." With that I stepped out and started toweling down. Passing the towel underneath my thigh I continued to enjoy the "stiffie" I created. I laughed at myself. If a woman could experience the sensation of a growing hard-on, they would realize that it is truly a magical event. Toweling off, I continued to massage my shaft, I pulled and moved the skin, stretching it back and forth, creating a personal lightning rod. Not wanting to stop just yet, I continued the massage, feeling my entire body build with the sensation. My nostrils flared as my chest expanded. My entire body expanded as my cock began charging itself with electricity. Growing thicker still, it started to "thrum" in my hand. Moving my hand up and down the length, slowly squeezing with my fingers wrapped around the girth, I stroked full, deliberate strokes. Milking the shaft, I was careful to apply even pressure, mimicking a wet, tight, pussy. I started daydreaming about my girlfriend and slowly penetrating her from behind. Carefully, romantically, I would gently insert this lubricated spike into her anus. She loves the feeling of power her ass can command. With eyes half closed, I caressed myself slowly, moving from base to tip, and reversing the motion. Plunging my cock through my cupped hand, it responded to the sandpaper touch. "Whew," I said out loud. "I need to stop the self-love." "My pecker is so stiff I could drive a ten-penny nail with it!" "Not now," I exhaled. With my day just beginning, I couldn't afford the luxury of draining myself. So, releasing my grip, I simply draped the towel across my cock, and started for the kitchen. The damn towel swaying back and forth on my peg. Continuing to enjoy the welcome ache between my legs, I put on the teakettle. Moving back to the bedroom, I slipped naked into a pair of old cutoffs. Damn things were hand-ripped up the side almost to the crotch but I couldn't bear to part with them. With only these on, I padded back into the kitchen, made the tea and continued on to the garage. Grabbing a few garden tools, I checked the lawnmower for gas, opened the garage door, and sat down to smoke a cigarette and enjoy the morning. Looking around, I took in the beautiful day as I exhaled the smoke. It took me almost a minute to notice my neighbor Lori, sunning herself. Tucked in a private space between her garage and house, she was enjoying the warm summer morning. Stretched on a chaise lounge, she was intently reading a magazine as the sunlight played across her topless body. With only the wisp of a string thong on, she embodied the perfect reaction to a perfect day. Small and petite, her ample breasts were capped off with large, beautiful nipples. With one arm resting comfortably behind her head, she was reclining with a warm, carefree attitude. Becoming re-aroused immediately, my cock began reasserting himself against the rough fabric of my jeans. From what little I knew of her, she was a happy gal that led a determined life. A single mom, moving through a life of weekly routines and raising a couple of kids. Knowing her kids were at their Dad's house, I couldn't blame her if she wanted to relax and take time for herself. As I watched, she brought her arm down and flipped the magazine page, causing her oiled breasts to move quickly against each other, then relax. Now, it's not too often that God delivers this scenario into your suburban life. Yet as I finished the tea, the grass and undone chores still beckoned. Although distracted, I was determined to start the job. Still aroused, I stood up, and pushed the lawnmower outside. I watched Lori from the corner of my eye as I yanked the handle and kicked it into life. With a rackety roar, I had intruded onto her quiet stage and saw her catch my gaze. Lori's reaction was one that I didn't expect. Tilting her head up from the magazine, she glanced over, pausing to look, waved her arm, and returned to her reading. Smiling back, I gunned the motor and began to chase the lawnmower around the yard. With each pass, I discovered I could look directly at her for a full stride up the lawn before turning around. It was during these times I could watch her closely. From day one, Lori and I had always had a friendly relationship. You know, the "new neighbor" welcoming, the borrowing of some sugar, that kind of stuff. I'm sure she caught me on a few occasions admiring her figure and thinking playful thoughts. With the sun in full force, I was working up a sweat. Viewing her across the road in such an inviting manner was a new chapter in our relationship. I could easily imagine myself molding my body to hers, taking those gorgeous tits in my mouth and then moving down to taste her delicious snatch. Stopping the mower to remove the clippings, the neighborhood returned to silence. She looked up and saw me watching her. She put the magazine down, sat upright, and grabbed the oil from underneath the chaise. Calmly, smoothly, she began to re-oil her body. Smiling up at me, she applied the lotion deliberately across her chest, cupping one breast at a time to massage in the oil, paying particular attention to each nipple. You couldn't miss those beautiful full tits. She played with both nipples, tweaking them between her finger and thumb. She smiled again as she moved down to her stomach, reclining on the lounge as she applied the oil. Laying flat on her back she began to apply oil to her thighs and pelvis, spreading her legs wide, not missing an inch of skin. She then slipped her hand beneath the thong. Even at this distance, I could easily see her shaved pussy glistening in the sunlight, the lips full, red, and heavy. With her feet planted on either side of the chaise lounge, she was enjoying my reaction and slipped an oiled finger inside. At this point, I pushed the lawn mower aside and walked across the road. I could see the knowing smile on her face. "Hi neighbor" she purred. "I was wondering when you'd get the hint and help me oil my back." She purred again as she rolled over, but not before glancing at my erection with its head clearly outlined across my jeans. With her top off and thong bottom askew, the close up view was gorgeous. I poured oil onto my callused hands. Leaning down from the front of the chaise lounge, she moved her hair aside. Starting at the base her neck, so I could see her cute ass, I massaged her back muscles, watching the muscles move just under her skin. "Ohh" that's nice, she groaned as I continued to stretch lower and lower, working down her back. Kneading her skin I watched her squirm. "This sun makes a girl hot," she said. With that she moved her legs further apart so I could gain full access to her cute rear. Squirting lotion over her butt,legs, and thighs, I stretched out my full length to attack her ass, and I could feel my thighs brushing her head. Being fully extended, I pushed her thong down passed her butt, just as my hard pecker fell free from my cut-offs. "Oohh, that's nice," she mused, reaching up with her oiled hand. She wrapped her long nailed fingers around my shaft and immediately started stroking me. "Aagggh," I exhaled. "That feels great." My poor cock had been through enough today and I could already feel some pre-come escaping from the tip. Dipping my hand past her ass, I inserted two fingers into her cunt, feeling the heat and wetness. In this awkward position we hungrily masturbated each other, pulling and stabbing. She pulled my prick towards her face and took it deep into her mouth. I could feel my knees buckle, as she noisily slurped at my cock. I slipped another finger into her tight ass. "Oohhh," she moaned, through a mouthful of hot, lubricated prick. She pushed her ass against my hand inviting me to explore deeper into both cavities. The pressure of my cock in her throat was intense, and my legs were on fire. "Enough of the foreplay," I said. Standing slowly to ease my cock away from her mouth we both stood up and I shook off my shorts. With both hands, I pulled at the strings on either side of her hips and watched the thong drop to the grass. She fell into my arms and immediately began rubbing her tits and cunt up against my body. With both of us now covered in oil, she slung one leg up and over my cock, trapping it deep between her oiled legs. "I need you now, big man." " I need you to give my pussy a workout." She continued grinding against me as our lips locked, and tongues probed. My cock continued to slide up and down the outside of her vagina. Easing her down onto the lawn, we continued the kiss, penetrating her as we sank. "Oh god," she moaned, sitting squarely on my cock. I quickly turned her onto her back, as I pulled back to kneel. By me kneeling, and her on her back, I grabbed her ankles and both of us watched my cock appear and disappear into her tight pocket. Our oiled bodies moved in the ancient dance of lust. Reaching up, she began caressing my tight stomach with those fingernails, transfixed on watching my stiff cock plunge into her. Rocking her hips, she welcomed the torment, as I continued sheathing and unsheathing my glistening sword deep into her. Arching her back, I heard her throaty moan develop as she ground her pelvis against my cock, clawing at my hard stomach, and beginning to orgasm. Wave after wave wracked her body. Her chest heaved, her tits swayed as she tossed her head from side to side. "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," she repeated, the short gasps matching my thrusting. Her stomach muscles contracted repeatedly against my shaft, as I continued pushing my slick, hard cock into her wet warmth. Building, building, building, the intensity was simply too much. Liquid heat was traveling up the back of my legs as the tightness in my stomach moved to my groin. My cock, being denied for so long, was now becoming a lightning rod. I could feel the energy focused deep within my testicles. It was my turn to moan as a thick river of sperm cascaded deep into her hot, wet, pussy. With nostrils flaring and jaw set, my eyes reopened in time to see that Lori had been watching me, bucking me, fucking me, and was now starting to come a second time. As my package continued to be delivered, Lori danced again and again on my shaft, "Oh yes, oh yes," she repeated in short gasps, "I'm coming again. I'm coming again." To gain everything she could, she continued grinding her oiled, shaved pussy up against my pubic hair, accepting all of me deep within her. I held her close as she trembled in the excitement. Spent and exhausted, I could hold on no longer. Kissing her lovingly, I fell beside her, enjoying the smell of freshly mowed grass. Tandem This is a quick fantasy, written for a distant friend. Places and architectural quirks are NOT fictional; this could happen. -------- You've come to San Francisco. Julie and I are showing you and Carl around town. We go to Gaspari's, a family-owned Italian restaurant, Julie's favorite. You and I are sitting across from one another. The table is no match for my long legs, the calves of which are resting against your ankle. We regard one another directly amid the light dinner chat. I am flirting shamelessly to justify the flush which is emerging in your cheeks. I hear the distinct sound of a pair of shoes hitting the floor beneath the table. You corner me into telling a long story and I feel your feet against my calves, sliding slowly up. I desperately try to remain light and calm, relating some lame story as I feel a nimble foot moving past my knees. In my mind I am watching a prettily stockinged foot edging sensually toward the danger zone, and I struggle to maintain the thread and cadence of my anecdote. As you reach the top of my thighs I thrust imperceptibly forward to meet your foot. The effect of this little game is clearly evident, and I can feel your little painted toes curling around my rigid cock, causing it to swell painfully. I try to avoid looking at your glittering eyes or devilish smirk and prattle on, barely coherent. I am shifting uncomfortably but every move I make, every squirm, just gives you a better grip on my aching crotch. Your foot drops away and I hear you slip on your shoes to excuse yourself for a trip to the bathroom. My erection fails to subside and after a while I excuse myself as well. In the men's room I head for the last stall. I sit quietly, looking up at a high sort of transom window separating the men's and women's rooms. I hear soft, muffled moans, so soft and discreet, and a hurried rustling. I wait for a while, hanging on every little sound, until I can stand it no more. "I hear you, Anne." A little gasp and a squeak. "You do not!" "I do, Anne. Of course, I know what to listen for." A beat. "I can hear you blushing now." Flustered sounds, an awkward moment... "Would you like me to join you?" This is met with another alarmed squeak. "From here, I mean." A gasp and a sigh. I unzip noisily and slide my hand into my pants. Within, my cock lays like a damp log, and it leaps to attention. A sighing grunt involuntarily escapes my lips, and I hear the soft wet sounds resume on the other side of the wall. With my back against the shared wall I slide my fist up and down my cock, already slippery with anticipation. My other hand drops down the front, gently stroking my balls, causing my cock to ooze. I slide my hand wetly over the taut head of my cock, swirling smoothly around it and tickling the sensitive underside, and my balls jump in my other hand. The noise of my breathing has become more pronounced and I pray no one comes in the bathroom. As I press my thumb across the slick surface of the head I groan and gasp, and I hear the sounds on the other side of the wall getting more urgent. You are whimpering now, a pressured, stifled sound. I imagine you there, back to back with me, you hand moving furiously through the drenched folds of your pussy while you gently stroke your breasts, your face contorted in ecstasy. The tension is building and you are on tiptoe, calf muscles taut, thighs straining against the lingerie. As you begin to moan long and low, then suddenly hurried, I feel my balls pull in, high and tight, my scrotum thick and the hairs standing on end. I venture the release of those distinctive moans that tell you my climax is near, and you respond in kind, culminating in a mighty, shuddering orgasm. My hips are bucking and I explode into my hand, the spurts coming again and again. My hand is slick with my come, it's spilling over the side and coating my knuckles. We stand, panting, back to back, and wipe the bulk of the messes off with a tissue, then reassemble our clothing. When I hear your stall door open I hiss at you not to wash your hands. You come out of the bathroom, past the men's room door on your way back to the table. I pop the door open and haul you in. We look at one another for a long moment, and then I look at your hands. You proffer your still-damp hand, and I take it into my mouth, inhaling deeply and licking up whatever remnants of your passion that I can find. I find that you are doing the same for me. After that, we wash up and head back to the table. Tandem As they rode along the on a late summers evening on a bicycle made for two he couldn't help but notice the sensual sway of her hips above her saddle as she rode in front of him in her slightly impractical summer skirt tightly hugging her bum showing its well defined outline in the summer sun. Although she didn't know it the bottom of her knickers could be seen with each rotation of the pedals as she raised herself so did her skirt. He could see the beads of sweat running down her back and felt a surging within him. He suggested they stopped to rest in a quiet country lay-by for a rest and a drink. They laid out a picnic blanket and lay in the sun snuggling. After a few minutes of playful touching the summer heat and the urges brought on by the smell of her clean sweat took over. He reached for her waist and drew her near and their legs entwined. He ran his hands from her waist down over her rounded pert little bum and felt himself rise against her soft skin. He looked at her and smiled and he ran his hands up her smooth thighs across the top of her white stockings to the hem of her tight slightly damp panties moistened with her sweat and natural wetness. As he breathed in her scent mixed with that of the summer blossom and pollen on the breeze she raised her legs and spread them slightly he lifted her underwear from underneath her bottom, up over her ankles and away onto the picnic blanket. Giving him a full view of her cute little clit and wetness glistening with sweat and arousal. He lowered himself kissing from her inner thigh rising up to her wetness, licking from the top slowly to the bottom where she dripped on to the blanket. Savouring her taste as she bucked against his lips she moaned softly, she clawed his back lustily as waves of warm pleasure ran through her, and out of her. He removed his belt and his trousers, already topless due to the warm day her rose to his knees and took hold of the bottle of champagne that had been opened when they arrived. He passed it to her and she took a mouthful rather than swallowing the coolness she sprayed it all over the pair of them, as the cool rush hit them he kissed form her neck down over her chest loosening her shoulder straps exposing her smooth breasts and pierced nipples taking each into his mouth alternately as he ran his fingers across the folds of her opening rotating his thumb about her clit and gently inserting one finger simultaneously. She gasped softly and pulled him to her as she laid back fully spreading herself he lowered himself into her, she moaned with shock, she'd expected it to be as it was but it had been a month or so since their last rendezvous and she hadn't touched herself in days so she was a little tight. He went gently but could not hold back and filled her with his manhood as she bucked with the electricity of the moment. They ground against each other in the throes of passion her breasts bouncing gently with each stroke. She expected him to finish soon but her did not he pulled himself from within her, she took him into her mouth tasting herself and him mingled with the heat and arousal. Her tongue ran the length of his shaft bringing him into a state of almost trance like pleasure. He looked down and watched her beautiful lips around him, up and down over his length. He gently took her by the chin and raised her up; they knelt facing each other in the quiet spot near the tree. She looked and smiled and turned away from him reading his mind, her hands resting on the warm bark. He moved behind her running his hands across her smooth wet stomach and over her well defined chest and proud nipples. He pressed himself against her damp now dripping slit juices running down her thighs in a cascade of arousal. He entered her, from this angle she received his full manhood pushing into her in one gentle movement he was deep into her warmth. They again built up to a rhythm more frantic than the last, she breathed erratically and lustily small grunts of pleasure arose from her partner also. She said she was close and her hips began to shake and her knees trembled she again smothered him lower torso in her wet arousal intensifying his pleasure also. He began to feel the uncontrollable rise from below and then realised there was no barrier between their individual sexes and in the heat of the moment they had forgotten such trivialities, he pulled from inside her and erupted over her behind spraying her back, ass and womanhood with his ecstasy. It ran down between her lips mixing with her own moisture pooling in a mess on the blanket. They both breathed out heavily and collapsed exhilarated and exhausted, falling gently asleep her cradled in his arms.