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Tara's Descent

By: charlottepalisade



Mark's Perspective...

The day had been a little longer than I had hoped for. The air conditioner had broken at the design shop, and the current plans we had been given were calling for more work than we was originally anticipated. As the Technical Director at one of the budding theaters in downtown Los Angeles, it was my job to let the guys know what we were in for. 

I know Los Angeles isn't exactly the place that comes to mind when you think "Theater", but several wealthy patrons would like to change that, and if they want to pay me more to create outrageous sets rather than being a carpenter for a studio, then I'm not going to argue.

My name is Mark, and at 29 years old, 6'1" and about 200lbs I fit the bill as a classic carpenter with a bit of scruff to top it off. Most of the guys I work with fall into the same category, but as one of the younger guys here, and being in an authority position, I have to put aside the age difference and bridge the gap between friend and boss.

Although it had been a trying day, I knew what was waiting for me when I got home; Tara, my girlfriend. We have been dating for about a year and a half and things are amazing. We met at a beer tasting. She was drinking a local microbrew wheat ale, and I was trying to find the strongest stout to give me the courage to talk to her. Eventually I did talk to her, and things blossomed from there. We moved in together a few months ago, and it was always a pleasure to come home to Tara. 

I walked in the door and there she was. Her long chestnut brown hair, with hints of gold and deep red, was tied above her head as the sweat poured off her body. The practically see-through pink sports bra clung to her perfectly perky C cups as she moved to the woman's voice. The tight white shorts hugged her ass, and for a moment I begged God, that if I should die soon, to let me come back as a pair of her shorts. 

She held the two small purple weights high above her head, squeezing her tits into the perfect cleavage. Watching her work out always pushed mind right to sex, probably because of her body's sensual movements and of course, the small groans and moans she made. 

I dropped my bag on the floor and snuck into the kitchen. Grabbing two beers, I opened them as quietly as possible. Turning around, she was standing in the doorway, breathing like she had just got done riding me, and giving me a look like she was going to.

"One of those for me?" She grabbed one of the bottles, clinked it against mine and took the tip of the neck in her mouth and began to chug. 

Just like when I had met her, my words weren't coming to me. Every breath she took pushed her tits out, showing off her erect nipples. I was smitten, and she knew it. Tara was 24 years old, 5'8" and oozed sex. Her swaying hips made men stop when she walked by. Her two long legs were like two stems of a fine wine glass swirling with each step.

"How was your day?" She gave me a quick salty kiss and leaned up against the tile counter. 

"Good...I mean, well we the show is going to be more complicated than I thought, so I had to break the news to guys." I took a long sip. "How was yours?"

"Fine, nothing too crazy. I just got home a few hours ago, so I decided to work out real quick before tonight." Tara worked at a high school, teaching English. I am pretty sure that none of those boys were able to concentrate when she spoke.

"Tonight? What's going on tonight?" I felt like I missed something.

"We're going out to dinner with Betty and Sam at that new Italian place on the promenade." She kissed me. "I'm going to go jump in the shower." She turned the corner and out of sight. I had completely forgotten about this double date. Betty was one her friends, who taught with her at the school and Sam was her boyfriend who was more of an ass than anything else. Great, my day had just gone from aggravating to annoying. 

"You coming?" Her sultry voice called out just as the sound of rush water filled the apartment. Ok, maybe there will be one good thing today.

I walked into the bathroom; the steam had already begun to fog up the glass shower door. My clothes were off, and I took one last swig before opening the shower door. She was perfect.

Her tits stood at attention, beckoning my own member to rise up and join them. She let her hair fall out of the tight bun she had put it in and let the water soak it to her back and she ran her hands through her beautiful chocolate colored mane. She had shaven her pussy hair down to next to nothing. There was just a small patch on top. The small patch of chestnut hair looked like tiny chocolate strands, begging me to taste them. 

The water felt good against my skin. The day was slowly slipping off as Tara turned around and handed me a bottle of a vanilla scented liquid soap and turned away from me, offering her back to me. I worked up and good lather and began my job. Her skin was perfectly soft. Since the spring time sun had come out, she had the beginning of a good tan. The way our apartment is situated, the private roof-top balcony gave her the opportunity to sunbath naked. God I love California. 

My hands worked her neck slowly as she let out a soft sigh and leaned her head from side to side. I soaped up my hands and worked down, letting them reach around the front and fondle her breast for a bit longer than just a simple washing would require. She had always said how good the rough callouses on my hands felt against her delicate skin. I made sure to take full advantage of that bit of information. 

I dropped my hands down to her lower back, making sure to knead her muscles all the way down. She placed her hands against the shower wall in front of her to support her against my pressure, causing her ass to lift up like an offering to a God. My hands worked her ass and hips, making her wiggle slightly. Taking a little bit of soapy bubbles in my right hand, I let it slip between her ass cheeks and brush the soft lips of her warm pussy. A muffled moan escaped her mouth. 

Tara turned over her shoulder and made eye contact with me. He pouting lips parted and let out a loud breath, and she smiled. I felt her hand join mine on her pussy as her other hand grabbed my rock-hard cock and begin stroking. Pulling my hand away from her pussy, I guided my cock into her.

"Oh, God..." Her hushed voice was almost drowned out by the rushing water. Her hips backed into me as I thrust half way in. I wanted to tease her a bit, but from the way her body was moving, I would be in for a fight. 

"Oh, Mark..." There was just something about her saying my name that drove me nuts. She pushed against me, and I pulled back. "Oh please...Mark...Please." She turned over her shoulder and wiggled her ass a little causing my cock to slip out of her wet pussy. 

"Just fuck me... fuck me hard... please..." I had never really talked dirty to any woman I dated, but when I started dating Tara that all changed. One night she woke me up with a blow job in the middle of the night. In between licks she told me about a dream she was just having, and then she begged me to fuck her mouth. I practically came when I heard her ask. So, when she begged I obliged. 

With one deep thrust of my 8" cock, her body pressed against the steamy tile, letting out a loud giggle of appreciation for my aggression. I grunted as she pressed back against me. 

"Harder Mark... I want you to fuck me harder!" There was no more consideration for our elderly neighbors next door. I pulled her hips towards me and held on for dear life. I braced myself with my foot by stepping back a rammed back into her. The sounds of her rubbing her clit and my cock pounding her filled the air. 

Our bodies slammed together, moving in unison. I wrapped my hand around her waist and let it find its way to her tits. With every gyration of our bodies, I caressed her breasts and let my fingers gently pinch her nipples. I was trying to hold on, but with her lips hugging my cock I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on. 

Her hand was feverously working her clit as she let sounds to pleasure escape her lips adding to the sound other water beating down on us and our bodies enjoying each other. 

"I'm cumming...I'm cumming... Harder... Harder baby... Fuck me harder..." As my balls slapped against her pussy, I could feel the tingling building. I was past the point of no return and she knew it. "Oh baby, fill me up...Cum in me... Cum for me Mark..." Her body tensed and I could feel her muscles tightening around my cock, squeezing it, coaxing it to cum with her. 

I erupted. Wave after wave of cum filled Tara. She turned back towards me and bit her bottom lip. "I love that..." She bucked against me softly a few times, seemingly to make sure her pussy got all that it could from me, and then she pulled me out. I took in a deep breath and she took my cock her hand and bent down. 

"This...this is a great cock..." She took the limping dick her mouth all the way down to my balls and sucked off the rest of the cum. 

"See you in the bedroom." She smacked my ass and walked out of the shower. 

That night I wore a pair of jeans that Tara said made my ass look good, and a light blue dress shirt. Being a carpenter doesn't give me the chance to dress up that much, so I try and dress the way Tara would want to see me. She however, takes full advantage not having to be a teacher when dressing up for a night out. Her red tube-top was sitting prominently on her two braless breasts. The white ruffled skirt she wore sat several inches above the knee as it hugged her hips and ass like it was designed to sway with each step. 

The restaurant was only a few streets away from our place, so we walked down. The click clack of her heels against the pavement only accentuated Tara's sultry walk. On our three block walk, she must have given at least six guys whiplash and caused several fights between them and their girlfriends. 

We got to the restaurant where Betty and Sam had already picked a table on the patio. I wasn't too worried about being outside, since there was nice heat lamp for Tara to sit under, and the spring nights in Los Angeles rarely dip below sixty degrees. The thing I was worried about what Tara's erect nipples causing Sam to have a breakdown. Sam had always more than appreciated Tara's skimpy clothing and made no attempt at being discreet about his stares. The day had been a long one; I was just hoping the night would be long for the right reasons. 

Tara's Perspective...

The crisp spring air still had a hint of warmth from the sun as we walked down to the Italian restaurant to meet Betty and Sam. My muscles were still shaking a little from my work out and holding myself up against the wall when Mark was pounding into me. Mark and I have been dating for over a year and he still knew how to make me feel wanted like we were a new couple. I could tell Mark was walking with a bit of a bounce in his step from our quick session. He had always been able to make me cum quickly, which I was eternally grateful for. Unfortunately while he was satisfied, my libido was just warming up. While Mark's sex drive may be a thunderous eruption, mine was more of a steam engine; once it gets going, it's hard to stop.

I felt a sudden shiver as the breeze blew my skirt up in the back and sending tiny tingles over my lace-cover pussy. I quickly motioned to catch it, and noticed I had made a forty something year old man smile. The tiny white thong did little to hide anything. I purposely forgot to wear a wrap tonight to cover up my top with, because there was just something about the feeling of being wanted. I loved the attention that my tits got me, and what better way to do that than show them off without a bra? 

Betty and I are teachers at a local high school. While I teach English to juniors and seniors, Betty deals with music for most of the high school. She's only about 5'2", but she's got a great body. Her short, curly red hair makes her look like the perfect petite Irish girls and her slim figure is topped off with tits that are about the size of mine, maybe a little bigger, but being so small they look disproportionately large.

She and Sam had been together for a few months now and we have gone on outings, double dates and trip together. Every time we got together I was guaranteed to catch Sam sneaking a quick peak at me. I'm not sure if he even tried to hide it sometimes. Being a woman who likes the attention, I didn't exactly do anything to hinder his glances, and tonight I was in a mood to let his gazes linger.

We got to the place and they had found us a table outside with a heat lamp right above us. Sam was wearing a black suit with a matching black shirt with no tie, which complemented his dark complexion. Sam was the definition of tall, dark and handsome. His Mediterranean olive skin was consistently a perfect Italian shade of tan. His black hair was slicked back and made him look like a young mobster on the rise. I think he worked in finance for his father's company or something. I wasn't the cheating type, but I could definitely appreciate a good looking man. 

"Hey guys!" Betty stood up and gave me a hug. She looked cute tonight, nothing too impressive, but if I had her body, I would have worn something a little more revealing to show off what I had.

Mark shook Sam's hand and then we changed partners. I could feel the tension in Sam's hug. He was roughly the same size as Mark, but there was an elegance and certain charm that made part of me melt every time we touched. 

"Hey Sam." I smiled and let him take me in his arms. Whatever cologne he was wearing was almost intoxicating. 

"You look great Tara." Sam stepped back and scanned my body as quickly as he could. I'm sure his eyes lingered on my tits a little too long, which made me feel like his stare was penetrating my clothes. 

"So, should we start off with a cocktail and then some wine?" Betty quickly took Sam's hand and pulled him to his seat. 

"Sure, whatever you guys want." Mark said as he pulled out my chair and guided me into my seat.

We ordered our food and made some light conversation. Mark's hand dropped to my knee and gave me a squeeze which sent a pulse directly to the tip of my clit. My knees had always been ticklish and when I'm this horny, it just adds to my problem. His hand rested on my bare skin, and pulled the hem of my skirt just a little bit past my mid-thigh. His finger slowly caressed the inside of my thigh making me squirm a little as my pussy let out the smallest amount of wetness, hoping to be touched. 

I think Sam noticed my face getting flushed, and gave me am inquisitive look. Looking over at Mark's shoulder, he read where his hand must be, and just smiled. We met eyes for a split second and he knew what was going on. Betty was talking about something a parent had told her today and being pretty animated with her hands. My mind was a million miles away, being fucked senseless in Mark's shower when Sam knocked his fork onto the ground. Before he picked it up, he looked at me and cocked one of his eyes brows. Something inside me turned. I knew what he was doing, and for whatever reason it turned me on. Maybe it was the fact that he was my best friend's boyfriend, or maybe it was the constant attention he gave me, but his look made me want to push the envelope. 

I let my thighs part a little more than a should have, giving Sam a clear view of the white lace panties covering my pussy. I let my right hand drop and find the hem of my skirt. As quickly and nonchalantly as I could, I pulled up my skirt giving him an unobstructed view of what he wanted most.

Something inside me felt deliciously dirty as he leaned down to pick up his fork. I slowly parted my legs and dropped my hand into my lap. Mark's attention had turned to Betty's story and a few of the breadsticks. I knew Sam could see right up my skirt. I was literally beginning to soak my panties. Being wanted was almost a high for me, and Sam was giving it to me.

"You alright down there sweetheart?" Sam slammed his head into the table as out moment was shattered by Betty's voice. 

"Yeah... yeah... I'm fine babe..." He sat up rubbing his head. "I...uh... I just dropped my fork, but I found it." He smiled and shifted his eyes towards me. I just smiled and put a finely wrapped bite of spaghetti in my mouth as slowly as I could get away with. 

The dinner went on, and for some reason I just couldn't quell the urges inside of me. If Mark doesn't fuck me again tonight, I might just take matter into my own hands. Dessert came and Mark and I were splitting the Tiramisu, and something devious popped into my mind. If I was going to do this, I was going to need a little help. I wanted till Mark and Betty were engaged in conversation.

Deliberately, I dipped my finger into the whipped cream that sat messily on top of the decadent dessert. Making sure Mark and Betty were talking, I plunged my finger deep between my lips and raised my eyes catching them with Sam's. 

"Mmmm... Damn this is good. I'm so glad I got to taste this tonight." I was treading a very thin line between pushing the envelope and getting in trouble. 

"Yeah, this is pretty good." Mark turned to me just as I broke off my stare with Sam. "What do you think about the Trojans this year?" Mark asked Betty as they had both graduated from USC. 

"I'll be right back, babe." I kissed Mark and excused myself to the bathroom. I could feel Sam's stare as I made sure to throw an extra sway in my walk. As I walked to the bathroom, I couldn't help but notice the bartender behind the bar. He had a sort of forlorn puppy look to him. I stopped.

"Can I have two fingers of bourbon please?" I made sure to hit the word "fingers" with a nice hint of breathiness. 

"Uh, yes... yes absolutely." He stumbled as he put down the glass he was washing. He poured me well over the amount I had asked for. 

"Thank you so much." I winked at him and through the shot back, put down a ten and walked to the bathroom. 

I locked the bathroom door behind me and took a deep breath. I wasn't cheating on Mark. I was convincing myself more than encouraging myself. There was no way I was going to do anything with Sam, but I wanted to make sure he remembered tonight. 

I walked back to the table into a conversation that was about a mixture of sports and politics. When I say down, I made sure I scooted my chair as close to the table as possible. Sam was getting hot and bothered about a bill that before the senate dealing with the government's role in drugs in sports. While I love sports, football mostly, I wasn't interested in anything they had to say.

"You want anything else babe?" Mark turned towards me. There were so many things I wanted. I wanted things that were bad for me, good for me and everything in between.

"No, I'm good." I smiled and drank the rest of the wine in my glass.

"Well, then let me grab this." Mark reached for the bill.

"No, I insist." Sam grabbed at the black leather booklet. I cocked my head slightly and caught Sam's gaze, and smiled. He let the bill go.

"We'll get you next time." Sam's words were directed as much at the bill as they were me. 

"Thank you Sam, I look forward to it." I let my hand rest on the table near the spoon he had used to stir his espresso. Betty leaned back to get her purse, Mark pulled out his wallet and I flicked Sam's spoon off the table. His dark brown eyes lifted towards mine and made me wet all over again. 

"Oops." An evil grin stretched across his face before his beautiful black hair dipped below the table, and out of view. I knew that Betty was busy fumbling in her purse and next would be getting her sweater on. Mark was futzing with his wallet trying to find the right credit card, and put the correct tip amount in. This was my chance.


Tara's Descent Ch. 02



Mark's Perspective...

The crisp air of early spring was behinds us as spring was trying to slip into summer. The play that I had been working on had come off beautifully. After tweaking the designer's plans and pushing my crew into overtime, which they didn't mind too much, the set was ready for opening night. Of course, there was wet paint on the set as it the tradition with the theater, but the rest of it was done. 

The hard thing about working in theater is that once you finish one job, it might be a while before you start a new one, and since I was continually employed by the theater as the head Technical Director, that wasn't something that I had to worry about. My problem was that I didn't want any of my crew getting picked off before we started our next project, which had been secured, but I couldn't legally announce it before the patrons donated their money. So I came up with an idea that might endear me to the guys, and keep them hanging around for a while. 

My family had a pretty large cabin, which was actually more like large house, in Big Bear. I figured that I would invite three or four of my crew to spend a weekend drinking, fishing and Bar-b-queuing to kind of lock them in for at least the rest of the year. Spending some time up away from it all might give me the chance to show the guys that although I was a pretty young boss, they could count on me to get them a consistent load of work. 

The three guys I thought that were most important, and also the three guys I could deal with, we Lenny, Kyle and Greg. Lenny was a guy who had been in carpentry for close to twenty years. I'm pretty sure he was in his early forties, but worked and acted like he was much younger. The only things that gave away Lenny's age was of course the fact that he was named Lenny, and the salt and pepper hair that made him look like a middle-aged Sears model with a tool belt.

Greg was just a few years younger than me. Somewhere in his late twenties, Greg was the pretty boy, with a square jaw and a steady stream of women circling around him. To complement his square jaw, his brown hair that was longish and always looked perfect. His tight shirts were the butt of many jokes, but I think those jokes mostly came out of jealousy. Kyle was the wild card of the bunch. He had huge shoulders and shaved head. It was like he knew he was about to go bald, and decided to shave it before it had the chance to fall out. 

These guys were the best workers and held a lot of sway with the rest of the guys. If I could get these guys to hang around a bit longer and trust in my leadership a bit more, I could put together a core that would see me through the next few years. While it wasn't a deal breaker, it would set me up for accolades, raises and more notoriety. 

Over the past few months, things with Tara and I have been great. The sex was almost other-worldly. She was taking a class on stripping, so I often walked in on her practicing. Needless to say, when I did walk in on her "exercising" I not only got a great show, but she made sure each gyration, ass grind and X rated dance move was felt in the bed right afterwards. I was in heaven. 

I spent the day at the theater getting everything ready for a mid-season break between shows, so there wasn't too much work to be done, just a lot of tying up loose ends. I talked to the guys and scheduled the guy's getaway for this coming weekend. I knew it was short notice to just throw at Tara, but this was the only weekend all of us could go. 

To avoid as much resistance as I could, I figured I would bring home a couple of bottles of champagne and some flowers for Tara. I dropped by a local wine store where I knew a guy who give me great deals on Tara's favorite Champagne Rosé and maybe another few bottles for the next day. With flowers in hand, two chilled bottles of Champagne, and red and white wine I opened the door to our apartment. 

Tara was bent over, revealing the tiniest red lacey thong I had ever seen riding straight up her perfectly sculpted ass. The tight grey skirt that had bunched up above her hips, was so tight it looked it was part of her skin. She turned towards the sound of the door opening. She had on a grey blazer that was open, revealing a tight lacey red camisole, a choker and a pair of thick rimmed black glasses. I nearly dropped everything.

"Excuse me Mr. Roberts, I didn't know you wanted me to work late." Her tone dripped with sensuality. We had been role playing a bit recently, but I was not prepared for this. 

"Well...uh...Mrs. Connor, I uh... I am going to need you to stay...and work late tonight." I did my best to recover as she stood straight up and pulled her skirt down towards her knees, smoothing out the wrinkles from being hoisted up over her perfect ass.

"What do you want me to tell my husband, Mr. Connor?" She began to walk towards me. I felt like prey being circled. "I mean, he'll be so angry if I'm not home on time. He might even spank me. What should I do?" Tara shifted her weight onto one hip and pouted. I scrambled for an answer.

"Mrs. Connor, if you don't wish to stay late this evening then you might as well find a new job." I put my bags down and stood as upright as I could. 

"I suppose you're right Mr. Roberts." Her hand ran down my chest and towards the chilled bottle of Champagne. "Now, what's this sir?" She grabbed the bottle by the neck, and all I could think about was how good my cock would look in her hand right now. 

"I purchased this to make up for having to make you work late." I reached for the bottle to open it for her. "Would you like some? I can open it for you." She smiled and took my outstretched hand in hers.

"I would, but you should sit down sir." She led me to the couch and placed me where she wanted me. "I know you've had a long day, so I poured you a Scotch sir, would you like it now?" She bent over and picked up a glass of amber liquid. 

"Yes...yes I would." She handed me the stiff pour of Scotch as I could now care less about the champagne. 

"Good, I've prepared a presentation for you sir." She handed me the Scotch and waited for my approval. I took a deep sip and nodded.

"That's perfect Mrs. Connor. Please get on with your presentation." I took another sip of the Scotch and placed it on the end table next to me. 

Tara walked over to the audio system and pressed a button. Her body began to sway to AC/DC, You Shook Me All Night Long. Anyone who has ever seen a girl dance to this song can attest that it was probably written with strippers in mind.

Tara wiggled her sweet ass to the beat of the driving drum beat as she lifted her hands above her head. She took the ends of the two black chop sticks that held her hair in place and pulled, letting her beautiful chestnut brown hair fall to down her back. 

She whipped around and kicked off her high heels. If there was a moment where I knew I was in trouble, this may have been it. She pulled off her blazer and threw it towards me. Her hands ran through her wild hair as she turned away from me, shaking her ass as the guitar solo ripped through the apartment. When I was younger and went to strip clubs this show would have raked in the bucks, and here I was with a private show with a girl I was almost definitely going to fuck, watching the sexiest dance routine I had ever seen. 

Her hands ran down her sides and met at the top of her zipper on her skirt. Slowly she pulled it down, exposing the top of her lacey red thong. Tara looked over shoulder at me, smiled and then bent over completely straight legged and shimmied the skirt over her hips and down towards he ankles. 

Turning around, she was only in a camisole, thong and a choker. I grabbed my Scotch and took a long sip as the chorus rang out. She let her hands run down her face, then to her breasts and finally to her hips, where she grabbed the bottom of the camisole and pulled it up over her head, releasing her two perfect tits. Her pink nipples were already standing straight up, like two pieces of hard candy. 

She turned around and grabbed the bottle of Champagne. Her hand ran down the neck like she was stroking a massive glass cock. She put the bottle between her legs and popped the cork. Some of the bubbles spurted out onto the floor and she gave a little giggle.

"Oops! I'm sorry Mr. Roberts. I promise to never spill anything you give me again." She put the bottle to her lips and took a long gulp. Tara let a small stream run down her chin, between her tits and find its way down to the top of her panties. She walked over to me and threw on leg over me, and then the other. I didn't know how much more I could take. 

My hand grabbed her hips and pulled towards me. My tongue ran up her body, tasting the sweet, bubbly Champagne as it went. 

"Not yet, Mr. Roberts." She pushed herself back with her hand and stood in front of me. "I spilled all over the carpet. My husband would punish me. Would you like to punish me?" She pouted, turned around and bent over. Her hands rested on the rectangular glass coffee table in the middle of the room. She looked over her should and wiggled her ass. 

I don't know how I did it, but I pulled myself to my feet and took in her offering. The red thong perfectly shaped her ass cheeks. I grabbed my Scotch and finished what was left. I rubbed her ass as if I was warming it up.

"Don't spank me too hard; I don't want my husband to get mad" She bit her bottom lip.

I raised my hand and let it fall on her ass. A loud clap filled the apartment as she let out a gentle moan. Her body shook causing her tits to sway slightly. She made eye contact with me and smiled devilishly. I raised my hand again and brought it down; another clap another moan. This time her legs parted a bit, like they were inviting me in. I'm usually able to keep my composure, but this was too much for me. 

I grabbed the side of her panties and ripped. I think I actually surprised her, because she let out a startled squeal. I pulled her up and threw her over my shoulder and took her into the bedroom. With the other hand I grabbed her champagne. I felt her feet kicking as I made my way down the hall. I kicked the door open and threw her on the king sized bed. 

Her hair was tussled everywhere. I grabbed her hips pulled towards the end of the bed and handed her the bottle of champagne. She propped herself up on her elbows and took the bottle from me, and a nice long drink letting another pink river slide down her body. I tore off my own clothes as she took the glasses off and threw off the bed. 

My mouth traced from her lips down to her luscious tits. She doesn't have the most sensitive nipples in the world, but when I do my job right she melts like butter, and today I was doing well. My tongue licked both of her tits, while my hands massaged the perfect mounds. I felt her hands on the back of my head. The trail of Champagne took me south, towards her pussy. I stopped for a moment and let my ravaging ease into caressing. I licked her pussy lips as softly as I could, causing her to shutter slightly. 

I pulled her legs up in the air and licked from her ass right up the slit of her pussy. Her hands came down on the bed like she was looking for something to hold on to. Letting her two her two finely tanned and toned legs drop slowly and part, I let my tongue continue licking from the base to the top several times, taking in her sweet taste. Tara's pussy was perfect. There was something about it that tasted like a mixture of candy and fine wine. I peeled apart her lips and let my tongue dive deep inside of her before I replaced it with two fingers. I started pumping in and out of her slowly, while my tongue flicked and fluttered over her clit. Her soft moans were turning in to low rhythmic grunts. Her orgasm was building, and I was going to make sure she came, and came hard.

I sped up my fingers; in and out, in and out. My tongue was trying to catch up to meet the pace of my fingers. Tara's hands found the back of my head and pushed my tongue deeper into her. 

"Oh God... Oh God...Mr...Mr...Fuck it, Mark...That feels so good....keep...keep going..." I knew that if I kept a steady pace, even pushing it faster, that I would have her at the edge of a climax in a just a moment. 

Her breaths started to become rhythmic as I could see her tits heavy up and down with every sensual gasp and moan. I quickened the flutter of my tongue on her clit, making her throw her hand above her head, and grab onto the sheets clawing at them. 

I'm cumming...I'm cumming... Keep going...Fuck...keep going." I could hear her gritting her teeth. Her hips began to buck against my face.

"Oh fuck yes!!!.... Harder..." I complied and was licking as hard as I could while my fingers rammed her body at a furious pace. 

With one last great buck her body came to a rest. Her chest was heaving up and down with each deep breath. I gave her a long deep lick tasting her sweet cum. She tasted perfect. I pulled myself up on my and hovered over her wet pussy with my ranging hard on. She looked at me and cocked her eye brow like she had completely forgot about my cock. 

In an instant she pushed me down and was straddling me. Her pussy was sitting just between my stomach and my cock. 

"You like the naughty secretary, don't you?" She smiled and raised herself up slightly and took my cock in her hands. Methodically she took the tip and dragged it up and down her warm, dripping pussy. 

"Yeah, maybe you can work late a little more often." I smiled at her as I watched her tease my cock. Gently, her teasing slowed as she lowered herself on to my cock, taking it all in 

"Mmmm...Damn that feels good..." I grabbed her hips and let my right hand rub her ass. I gave her a quick spank, making her gasp and giggle.

"Well, sir, if that's how you want it." Her hips began to rock back and forth faster and deeper. I could feel her muscles tightening around my cock as she bit her bottom lip. I loved it when she fucked me hard. I let my hands run up her sides and play with her bouncing tits. I kept one hand on her tit while the other one dropped and find her clit with my thumb. While I applied some pressure, with my thumb, she grabbed my other hand and began to suck on my finger like she does my cock. 

"Oh fuck Mark...that feels sooo good..." One of her hands held my hand just outside of her mouth, while the other ran through her hair. My thumb swirled around her clit to the rhythm of her gyrating hips. 

I could feel my balls begin to tingle. My orgasm was building as I watched Tara's beautiful body work me like a machine. 

"I don't...know... how... but I'm cumming...again... of God...please cum with me baby... Cum in me...Do it..." She sucked my finger harder as I felt her pussy spasm as I released my first load into her. Her body rocked back and forth, pumping spurt after spurt of my cum up inside of her. Slowly, the rocking eased and she slumped down on to my chest. Our sweaty bodies felt like a perfect fit. I could feel her pussy still pulsating around my dick as he gradually went soft. 

I woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and sizzling bacon. The bed still had Tara's imprint in the sheets and the pillow. I stretched and walked out. As I turned the corner to the kitchen Tara's cute little ass was poking out from the open-backed apron she was wearing. 

"Morning hon," she said as turned around. "I thought you could use some sustenance after last night." She sauntered over to me and kissed me.

"You might just be the best girlfriend ever." I kissed her again and sat down with a hot cup of coffee. 

"Hey babe, this weekend I'm going to take a few of the guys from work to the cabin. We don't have anything going on do we?" She placed a loaded plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of me.

"Not that I can think of." She sipped her orange juice. "Maybe Betty and I can hit that spa at the city center near the cabin. Would you mind if I caught a ride with you?" Tara batted her eyes lashes at me. Although she meant it as a cliché, it was working.

"Well, I was kind of hoping to make this a guys' weekend babe. I mean..."

"No, don't worry about it. We would stay at the hotel in town. The spa attached to it just got some rave reviews. It would just be a ride, that's all. I'll even wear that short summer dress you like so much, so you can show me off...Please..." She giggled her tits and swayed from side to side.

"Fine, we can take my truck and throw the stuff in the back. It might be a tight squeeze, but I'm sure the guys won't mind behind squished between you and Betty." I smiled knowing how easily I was defeated.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you baby." She leaned over and kissed me as she sat on my lap. "I'll make it worth your while." She smiled and kissed me again. 

Tara's Perspective...

Everything had worked out perfectly. Betty and I were able to make last minute reservations for this weekend, and one of the guys had to cancel. Since our school was off for two week for Spring Break, I had chance to just relax and spend so quality time with Mark. I hadn't met any of the guys that were going, but Mark made it sound pretty important that he impress them to make sure he has a good crew moving forward. I didn't want to be the annoying tag-along girlfriend, so I made sure Betty and I had plenty to do so the guys could go do their thing. 

We were leaving early Friday morning and staying until Sunday afternoon. Betty and I had several spa treatments set up each day, dinner reservations and I made sure room service delivered wine. After working at a school all year, and summer looming in front of us, the stress began to mount. The kids' attention spans were smaller than a nanosecond, and the teachers, me included, began to get crabby. 

Since we were going to walking around the spa mostly nude, I wanted to make sure I looked good and of course, groomed in all the right areas. I had some down time before the weekend, I was able to work out, tan and even do some shopping. I got a new large luggage bag, some shorts a top or two and some fun outfits for Mark and I. One was your classic slutty cheerleader that left little to the imagination, another was a beautiful black lingerie set with garters, fuck-me boots and a leather strappy choker that looked like it should have a leash on it. There were a few other toys and items as well. 

It was Thursday, and after doing some shopping, trying on clothes and picking through sexy toys, I had to say I was beginning to get a little horny perusing all of the sexy toys and outfits. As I got home I started checking things off my list for my pre-travel to-do list. I had outfits, luggage, a new bikini for the hotel pool, and I decided to go and get my pussy waxed bare so I was nice and smooth for the spa treatments and there wouldn't be any pulling of tiny little hairs I didn't want. I usually left a small patch of hair right above my clit, because I love the look and it feels so god when Mark tongue brushes over it sending shivers through my legs, but this was actually more for my comfort than it was for him.

My Phone rang.

"Hey babe, where are you?" I put down a bag and sifted through it looking for an outfit I was sure he was going to love.

"I'm still at work. Did you get everything you need for the trip? Did you find anything interesting?" He sounded busy, but I was happy he called.

"Yes I did. In fact, I am looking at something you are going to love." I looked in a full length mirror and held up a short white tennis skirt and a see-through white shirt. He had mentioned how good I must have looked when I played tennis in high school, so I thought maybe some time next week when he comes home he could find himself a naughty little tennis player. 

"Great, I can't wait to see it. Will you do me a favor? Will you make sure Betty will be ready at 7:00 tomorrow? I don't want to start the trip off on a bad foot with these guys." I could hear in his voice that he was working on something and hardly paying attention to the conversation.




Tara's Descent Ch. 02



"Sure. I lent her my old large suitcase, so she should have it all packed by now. What time are you coming home?" 

"Honestly babe, I think a bit late today. A few of the patrons are going to swing by to propose next season's show line up, and as the TD I have to be here to shake hands and smile, so maybe 7:30 or 8:00 I'm guessing." He sounded stressed.

"Alright, try not to be too late. I want to make sure I get my fill before you come back smelling like fish and cigars." I smiled.

"Ok babe. Don't wait for me for dinner. I'll grab something on my way home. Talk to you soon."

"Bye baby." I hung up my phone and put my phone on the charger. I sifted through some of the fun things I got, and that did nothing to help my sexual frustration. A new dildo, a set of fuzzy handcuffs and a sexual board game that I just thought was funny, but from the description it looked like it had promise. 

Just was taking my new boots out of the box my phone rang again, this time it was Betty.

"Hey sweetie, what's up?" I walked out of my bedroom and into the kitchen looking for a glass of water.

"Hey Tara, do you have a sec...?" Betty sounded disappointed.

"Before I forget Bet, Mark wants me to make sure you will be ready tomorrow morning at the ungodly hour of 7:00. Don't worry; I'll bring you some coffee." I reached into the refrigerator and pulled out the cold, filtered water and poured a glass.

"Yeah, sweetheart, I can't go. I am so sorry. My sister called me and begged me to dog sit this weekend because she and her husband had to go out of town for a family emergency, so Sam and I are stuck with three yappy dogs. I am so sorry." Her tone dropped.

"No... I mean, I'm sure I can cancel the reservation...Don't worry about it." I was really looking forward to this weekend. I tried to not let too much of my disappointment show.

"I'm so sorry T, we'll get together soon and find a spa to spend the day at."

"Yeah, that sounds good." I was just about to hang up the phone when she cut back in.

"Are you at home right now?" 

"Yeah, why?" I took another sip of water.

"Great. Sam is swinging by to drop off the bag you lent me. He was just going to leave it by your door, but I'm glad he can give it to you instead. I'm going into a dentist appointment, and I wanted you to have the luggage back in time to pack anything you may need. Is that ok? I hope you don't mind." A sudden tingle shot through my body and converged on my clit. It had a been only a month or so since I had gave him my soaking panties, and let him suck my juices right off of my finger. We hadn't done much interacting, but when we did there was a definite tension between us. 

"No problem... I mean, yeah Sam can come over...that's great...thank you." I knew I was stumbling over my words, but in the mood I was in, this could get real bad real quick.

"Great, I'll call him and tell him. He'll probably be there in about fifteen or twenty minutes. Again, I'm really sorry." 

"We'll have fun soon Bet. Talk to you later babe, bye." 

"Bye T." She hung up the phone.

I had no idea how long it was going to take him to get here, but I needed a plan. I opened the freezer and pulled out the chilled bottle of tequila, popped the top open and took a shot. The burning spirit lit up my throat, and kicked my senses into over drive. I was wearing my tight black yoga pants and a pink top. I looked good, but I wanted to make an impression. 

As quickly as I could, I jumped in the shower. I soaped up my whole body, and made sure my hair was good and wet. It was probably the fastest shower I'd ever taken. Five minutes later I wrapped myself in a towel and began to lather some lotion into my body. The lotion was from Victoria's Secret and smelled like vanilla with a hint of chocolate and strawberry. It was the perfect spring time smell and it had a smooth texture, making my body shimmer, accenting my tan skin. 

For a brief moment I stopped and took in my reflection in the mirror. I stood, completely naked. My chestnut hair had subtle streaks of gold in it from the sun. My tits were tan, but just a slightly lighter shade than my arms. My long legs led straight to my freshly waxed pussy, which was even lighter than my tits. Nerves shot through my body. Was I really going to do this? 

Gently, I ran my hands over my breasts and down to my pussy. I let my fingers wander over my smooth lips and brush my clit lightly. Tiny trembles coursed through my body. The doorbell rang. 

Bringing my finger up to my mouth, I took a taste. I could see why Mark loved going down on me. It was the perfect blend of sweet and salty.

Wrapping the towel around myself, I walked to the freezer. The doorbell rang again. I took another shot of tequila and closed the freezer. I made sure I walked as slow as possible to the door. Peeking through the eye of the door, I saw Sam. He was in a black pin stripe suit with a white shirt and no tie. He looked powerful, in control, professional and I was about to bring him to his knees. 

I opened the door slowly keeping my towel-covered body hidden from view. 

"Oh, hey Sam." I waited to hear what he had to say. 

"Hey T, Betty wanted me to...uh... to bring this by." He gestured towards the large black bag at his feet as he smiled behind his sunglasses. At first when Sam had started calling me 'T' it had really bothered me, but now I loved watching the way it made his lips move

"Thanks Sam, would you mind bringing it in for me? I'm kind of indisposed right now." Sam hoisted the bag up and walked towards me. I opened the door all the way and closed it when he was all the way in. 

"Where do you want it?" He slowly turned around, and saw me leaning with my back against the door, with my hips shifted to one side. The towel was barely clinging to the knot I had loosely tied just above my tits. He took of his sunglasses and drank in the pose I had struck.

"There should be great." I pointed toward the other side of the couch. He rolled it over to where I had pointed. I walked by him, brushing my body against his fine Italian suit. 

"Can I get you a drink for your trouble, or do you have somewhere to be?" I turned and waited. 

"No, uh... anything would be great. You're going to join me for one, right?" He smiled at me as his hand fumbled with something in his pocket.

"Of course, what kind of hostess would I be if I didn't indulge my guest? Why don't you take a seat on the couch and I'll tell you what we have?" I motioned towards the couch, which had a great view of the open kitchen.

"That sounds great." I could feel his eyes on me as I opened the refrigerator and bent over. I was completely naked under the towel, and I wanted to tease him like he's never been teased before. 

"Would you like a new Pale Ale we just picked up?" He stood back up and showed him the bottle of chilled beer.

"No, do you have anything a little darker?" He was loving my show.

"Ok, Mr. Picky." I bent over again, this time a little lower. "What about an Amber Ale from Northern California?" I popped back up and displayed the bottle like a TV model. 

"I'm not really in the mood for that. Do you have anything a bit more full-bodied?"

"I'll check, but don't take too much time. I don't want Mark to come home and catch you with me in a towel." I turned over my shoulder and smiled at him as my ass was hoisted into the air. 

"Well, in that case I'll take anything wet." I could feel the tension in his voice as I bent over a little further and pulled two beers from the back. I wasn't even sure what they were because I was so wet. I could feel tiny tears forming around my pussy lips. 

I stood up and popped the caps off and brought them over to the coffee table. As I went to hand him his beer I noticed something white, wadded up on the coffee table. I took a harder look and it was my white lace thong I had offered him a few weeks ago. I smiled. His eyes never broke contact with mine as I handed him his beer. We both took a sip of our beer. 

"That's where those went." My voice was as bubbly as I could make it. Turing away from him, I bent over as slowly, and as low as I could. Making no attempt at modesty, I made sure he saw my bare pussy that was throbbing just inches from his face. I picked them up and turned around. Bringing them to my nose I inhaled deeply. I could smell my wetness, but something else, a man's smell, was intermingling with it, which made the combine scent divine. "I can see you enjoyed them."

"I kept them nice and warm for you." He smiled and leaned back showing off his massive erection. 

"Mmm...They taste good too." I dragged my tongue through what was obviously his salty, dried cum. It tasted like a mixture of my sweet essence and the smell of potent male sex. I loved it. I walked towards my bedroom as I gripped the used panties in my hand.

"Wait right there, I'll be right back." I closed the door behind me. Now, I've teased guys with flashing, uncrossing my legs, sucking of phallic shaped food and giving a guy road head when I knew everyone could see, but I hadn't ever done anything like this before. 

It only took me a few moments, but it must have felt like an eternity to him. I checked myself over in the mirror. The outfit was perfect. Right before I opened the door, I scrolled through my music, and found what I was looking for. I had made the play list to work out to for the Strip-Aerobics I had been doing. I pressed play and opened the door.

The room filled with a deep bass and drum riff, followed by a sultry female voice. I walked through the door in my new black lace bra, black thong and the thigh high fuck-me boots that came just under my knee. I took confident, definite steps towards my prey. I'm not sure what I enjoyed more; the look of his face, or the feeling of empowerment as I controlled this powerful man. Brittany Spears' I'm A Slave 4 U was the perfect song to start my entrapment of Sam. It was smoky and seductive, and there was no mistaking the sex that oozed from this song. 

Before he could say or do anything I was in front of him, towering above him in only a few pieces of lacey black fabric to cover my body. A hungry smile grew on his face as his body moved to get up from the couch. With a mixture of panic and lust I pushed the black heel of my new boot into his chest, sinking him back into the couch and setting the tone I wanted for the encounter.

I swayed my hips back and forth slowly to the song, and ran my hands up and down my body. He placed one of his hands on my boot; I grabbed it aggressively and slid it up my thigh. Right as it got close enough to feel the warmth of my pussy, I slapped it away and turned away from him. Turning away from him, I bent over and pressed my hands against the coffee table and shook my ass for him like I was inviting him in. 

His hand fell lightly on my ass. As if he was touching a woman for the first time, his fingers roamed my soft skin delicately and began to fondle my supple ass. I knew he wanted to fuck me so bad, but this was my fantasy and not his. I turned over my shoulder and watched his eyes move from my eyes to my pert ass, then down to my lace-clad pussy lips that were within reach of his Mediterranean mouth.

The chorus started, and I batted his hands away like I was scolding him. As carefully as I could, I stepped up on the coffee table. My boots made the perfect clicking sound as they scrapped over the coffee table's glass inserts and moved onto the more sturdy wood spots. I turned away from him and bent over, making eye contact with him from between my legs. His erection was practically out of his pants. 

Putting my hands on my ankles, I dragged them up my long legs and then rubbed my pussy so that he could see it, and then gave myself a nice hard spank, sending the beautiful sound of flesh slapping through my apartment. I let out a gasp, like I was surprised by the spank. 

The song wasn't too much longer, but I was just getting started. The next song that was coming up was a favorite of mine. It was slower than this one, but screamed for sex. Brittany faded out. For a split second there was only the sound of my heavy breathing as I stood up and turned around to face him. 

Just as the silence was getting too much to bear, the raw guitar riff of Lenny Kravitz's version of American Woman ripped through the quiet apartment. 

"You know how to put on a show, Tara." His tone was still as calm and collected. 

"Just wait." I licked my lips and reached my hands in back of me, pushing my tits out. I felt the clasp of my brand new black bra, and undid the hooks. I turned away from him and let the straps fall off of my tanned shoulders. Looking over my shoulder and smiled at him. I pulled my arms through and then while keeping my tits facing away from him I brought the bra up above my head and tossed to him. 

"I'll be needing that back...Later." My words were almost lost on him as I turned around to face him, holding both of my tits, so all her could see their perfectly perky outlines, while I hid my pink nipples. I rubbed them up and down, keeping my nipples hidden from his view. I let me hands slowly close around just the nipples and give them a good pinch, and then let go, letting my tits bounce, free for him to view. I could feel his hungry eyes taking in my figure as I danced, and bounced my tits for him. 

Sam had been checking me out since we were first introduced, and I was going to make sure he never forgot today. I stepped off the coffee table and towards him as the chorus of guitars screamed out in the background. He motioned to grab my hips and I pushed him back with my right hand as I climbed on top of him, straddling him with his cock just inches from my pussy. 

Grinding my pussy against his hard on, I pushed my tits into his face and let him lick right up my cleavage. His hands grabbed my ass and pulled so close I could feel his dick jump at my opening. It felt so good that I almost gave in and let him have his way with my body. But I didn't want to give in that easily. I wanted him to know that I was in control. Reaching down between us and grabbed his cock. I stroked it a few times through his suit pants and then pushed myself away from him. 

The disappointment quickly faded from his face when I sat down on the coffee table, lifted my legs and pulled my panties off in one fluid motion I tossed my panties over his head towards my bedroom so he couldn't take these. Displaying my freshly waxed pussy for him with my legs spread wide, I felt s jolt of sheer vulnerability coarse through my veins. His eyes were fixated on my wet lips as I ran my hands up the length of my tanned thighs and began playing with my pussy. 

Using one hand to spread my lips, I took the index finger from my other hand plunged it deep inside. Slowly and deeply, I let my finger slide in between my wet lips; in and out, in and out. I wanted him to hear the sound of my wetness while I made him watch me pleasure myself. I opened my eyes and grinned as a small orgasm was beginning to build. I pulled my finger out and brought it up to my lips and slipped it into my mouth and sucked off the cum. Sam started to massage his cock through his pants. 

Spreading my legs wider, I placed my heels on the two opposite ends of the coffee table spreading eagle and making myself as vulnerable to him as I possibly could. I looked at him and then took my salvia and cum drenched fingers and began rubbing my clit while trying to maintain eye contact. My eyes fluttered slightly as my breathing grew into low moans. The faster I went the louder and higher pitched my moans became. 

The orgasm was now building deep within me, circling my body and heading for my pussy. I could feel an explosion coming. Forcing my eyes open, I lowered my head slightly and looked up at him...

"Oh... Fuck Sam... I'm cumming....I'm cumming for you Sammy..." My muscles quivered and wave after wave was flowing through me. "Do you like this?...Do you like watching me cum for you Sammy?"

"Yeah, baby... cum for me..." He was stroking himself through his pants still, teasing himself while I was teasing him. 

The song was drawing to a close as my orgasm began to fade. This had been too much fun. I didn't have a plan, but as soon as I heard Nine Inch Nails, Closer, come on, I knew what I wanted. 

The driving beat of the electronic drums burst in. This song made me want more. I wanted to push the envelope. Gathering my wits I stood up with my legs slightly apart so he could see the cum running down the inside of my legs. I climbed on top of him to the rhythm of the music and then leaned all the way back grabbing his hands for support as I splayed my body out for him. Then in one quick motion before he had a chance to touch me, I slung my leg around and sat backwards on his lap.

The song was picking up, and so were my gyrations. Leaning back into him I brought his hands up and made him squeeze my tits hard. I bucked my hips so that his cock was sitting at the warm, moist opening of my pussy. There was a mere millimeter of clothing separating his cock from my wanting pussy. 

I put one of his fingers in my mouth and began to suck, making sure he could hear the sound of my tongue flicking and fluttering around it. I kept his other hand on my tit while and swirled my hips around and pressed harder into him. I felt high thighs clench under me, and I knew that he was fighting back cumming. He was mine. 

The song was pumping to the beat of my body. I pulled his finger out of my mouth and slid his hands down to my hips. Leaning forward, I pushed my ass back against his stomach and started to pick up my pace. Driving my pussy on his hard shaft was building another orgasm inside of me. I bet my lower lip and turned around and met his eyes. 

"Is this what you want, Sammy?" I sped up faster and let out a high pitch moan. "Is this what you want? Do you want to fuck me Sammy?"

His eyes peeled away from my throbbing pussy and met mine. 

"Yes," he breathed deeply. "Yes, T...I want to fuck you." He was panting with each thrust of my ass. I knew he was getting ready to explode and so was I. Moving my hand down to my clit I starting rubbing it as fast as I could while I grinded myself into his body. His hands dug into my hips and his cock jumped right as I reached climax. I could feel the warmth from his cum hitting the inside of the pants and seeping onto me. 

Sam's breathing was so heavy; I was almost scared I pushed my luck. His hands slowly eased the grip and I gave him a few more gyrations to make sure he expelled his full load in his pants. 

I stood up and took out the white panties he had brought back to me from the inside of my boot. I ran their lacey material all over my pussy and then pushed them into his face. 

"I'll get these back from you real soon, Sammy, but now you have to go." His look was priceless. He was used to being in control of every situation and here was a stark naked woman, using him for the thrill of seduction, and denying his own satisfaction. 

Sam hardly spoke a word as he fixed himself and stepped to the door. Pulled the door open for him, and held it for him. He started to say something and I stopped him.

"If you want to continue our relationship, you'll keep your mouth shut and think of me every time you're fucking Betty...Bye Sammy". I shut the door behind him. After he left, I cleaned up and took a shower. I had never used the shower head in so many ways.



Tara's Descent Ch. 03



Mark's Perspective...

The alarm clock went off and I knew it was time to pull myself out of bed. When I got home last night, I barely had a moment to breathe before Tara attacked me. She was completely naked. She handed me a beer, dropped to her knees and started sucking my dick like she it was water and she was dying of thirst.

I'll never complain about the insatiable need of her libido, but to say she caught me off guard would be an understatement. I was still trying to catch up to her advances when she took me by the hand, threw me on the bed and rode me like there was no tomorrow. I don't know how many orgasms she had, but somehow or another she made me cum three times; twice in her amazingly wet pussy and once in her hungry mouth. 

There was nothing to complain about, other than I had to drive Tara, Betty, Lenny and Greg. Kyle had to drop out at the last minute due to some commitment he had with his girlfriend's family. Lenny had been divorced for a few years now, and Greg was the consummate bachelor, always making sure to detail his latest conquest during the morning meetings. 

I gently reached over and rubbed Tara's naked back. Her skin was so soft and the fact that I was already sporting a bit of morning wood didn't help the situation, but after last night I think we both needed some Gatorade and some caffeine. She mumbled something and I figured I'd get everything done and let her sleep a bit more, after all, she did work pretty hard last night.

I made some coffee and started packing the truck. I had to leave some room for God knows how much stuff the two girls were bringing, but I told the guys to pack light and focus mainly on fishing gear, alcohol and if they were interested some cigars and money to lose to me on poker night. There was some good natured shit talking, and it sounded like our Saturday night was planned.

The shower turned on, letting me know that Tara was finally up. Being the morning person in the relationship, I was already dressed, packed and ready to go. I was taking care of a few more things when Tara emerged from the shower. She sauntered over to me, naked and still dripping from the shower. She placed her gentle lips on mine and softly caressed my lips with hers.

"Mmmm...Any coffee for me?" Her eyes were still half closed. 

"Right here." I handed her a large mug of coffee that was half vanilla creamer and she took a long sip. "You better go get dressed, the guys will be here soon, and if they see you walking around like that I can't promise I can hold them back." I smacked her ass as she turned around. 

"I bet you'd like that; fucking me and then watching me fuck a bunch of guys..." She took a sip of her coffee." You, trying desperately to find a place to put your giant cock...sounds good to me." She gave me a quick wink as she kept walking towards the bedroom. Honestly the thought had occurred to me in many times during a masturbatory session in the shower. I wasn't into the idea of force or anything like that, but the primal, animalistic idea of sharing her willing, and wet body drove me nuts. Just the thought of me and two or three guys satisfying her ever need and their own carnal desires at the same time got me hard. 

"If you're not dressed and ready to go in fifteen minutes, you're going to find out." I grinned as she wiggled her ass one last time and then disappeared into the bedroom. It's not like I haven't done my fair share of crazy shit before, but being one of a group of guys ravaging one woman was not one of them. In college I had tried desperately to get two of my close girl friends to hook up with me and each other, but that failed miserably. 

"Hey babe, I'm going to head out to the car and wait for the guys. Tell Betty that we'll be by at about 7:15 or so to pick her up." With that I poured the rest of the mug of coffee into a traveler, grabbed a pile of cigars, tossed them in with two bottles of Scotch and went to the car. 

Within a few minutes the guys started showing up. First Lenny showed up in an old pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt. He had a tube for his fishing rods, a small bag of clothes, and another bag for the vices, mostly bourbon I could guess as the sound of clinking bottles became louder as he got closer. Greg showed just a minute or so behind him, in a t shirt and jeans, Now Greg knew his cigars, so he brought us a box of Cubans and a bottle of hand imported rum that he had been raving about. 

"Well boys, we're just waiting on Tara, and then we'll go pick up Betty." We all shook hands and packed the stuff in the truck bed. I loved starting a journey in the early morning; the way the cold dew hung in the air, like the world was standing still, waiting for you to start. 

The trip wouldn't take us that long at this time. It would take us a little over two hours, and I had done the drive so many times I could basically do it with my eyes close. My parents had bought the "cabin" when I was a kid, and remodeled it every time they had a chance. Over the years they had put on additions, updated the living space added a hot tub out on the deck and of course installed a wet bar and pool table. 

One of the best features of the place is of course the hot tub. Since the house is in a small grouping of houses just outside of town, the deck overlooks the small city in the distance. So at night, the stars come out, the whiskey flows and the view is perfect. Not that I was looking forward to spending time in a hot tub with other guys, but after the last few months, I just wanted to soak, smoke a stogie and let go. 

"So, you guys are sure you don't mind Tara and Betty hitching a ride with us up there? They have reservations at one of the spas so they'll be doing their own thing." I took a sip of my coffee and studied their reactions. I tried to orchestrate this trip to secure the next step of my career, and adding the girls put in a variable I was expecting.

"Well, to be honest Mark..." Greg's tone was serious as his face reflected his words. "It depends what they look like. Does Tara have big tits? Do you think Betty will give me some road head on the way up? Are they into each other, and if so are you cool with us watching? These things all play into if we're ok with them coming up." Greg tried to look as serious as he could. We all had a good laugh, as I heard the door to our building open behind me.

Tara stepped out, rolling her new luggage. She was wearing one of her favorite shirts, which was a white Rolling Stone Lips logo shirt. The upper lips draped across the top of her tits, and the tongue of course always made me think about her taking that one last lick after I've cum in her mouth.

The tight jean shorts barely covered her ass, but could still pass for appropriate if she didn't bend over, sway her hips to hard, or move at all for that matter. From the way her tits bounced as she came down the last two steps, there was no way she was wearing a bra. From the lack of conversation, and the intense stares, the guys were hoping this was the infamous Tara. 

"Hey guys, I'm sorry I took so long." She let the bag come to a rest and shook their hands. "Hi, I'm Tara." She greeted Greg and Lenny.

"Nice to eh....to meet you Tara." Lenny stumbled over his words as he managed to shake her hand.

"Hey, I'm Greg." The two shook hands.

"Could one of you guys help me put this in the truck?" She motioned to her bag. The guys almost fought over lifting it into the truck bed.

"Again, I'm so sorry that I'm tagging along with you. I love car trips, and they're always so much more fun with guys than with just girls." Lenny hoisted the bag into the truck bed. 

"No, not a problem at all Tara." Lenny finished putting the bag in the truck and turned back around.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road!" Tara pulled a small bottle of Jack Daniels out of her purse and took a swig and passed it to Greg. "It's always good luck to start a trip out with a shot." Greg slammed it back and Lenny did the same. Tara handed me the bottle.

"Not yet. I'll do my fair share tonight." Tara shrugged her shoulders and kneeled down to put the bottle back in her purse. As she did we all got a great shot of straight down her shirt. It made me smile a bit. I knew that Tara liked to tease, and if she was going to be in one of her moods, this might not be just a great trip, it might make my career.

Tara's Perspective...

Last night was almost a blur. Mark got home and something inside me unleashed on him. All of that sexual anxiety and nerves that Sam had given me were swirling inside like a torrent of pent up energy just looking for an outlet, and when Mark walked through the door, I found my target. 

I was beginning to think that there was something hormonally going on with me, because there was no stopping this overwhelming sex drive. For the love of God, I had almost fucked my best friend's boyfriend. I made myself cum so hard as I put my self on display for him, that I could still feel the tingles rippling through my body the next morning. After feeling the power of making him cum with a lap dance, I let all of my pent up frustration come out as I rode Mark until it hurt. 

The shower was revitalizing me, as the hot water splashed against me, my body and mind began to come to. The words Mark had just said were resonating in me for some reason. Did he want to see me fuck other guys? Was this a fantasy of his, because it was certainly one of mine? I soaped my body, and thought about the weekend. These two guys weren't longtime friends of Mark's and for all I knew it was only a working relationship. My smooth skin felt silky as the vanilla liquid soap covered my body.

Mark and I had talked about our fantasies before, and usually little comments like the one he just made, were the mere tip of the ice berg with him. I stopped for a moment and came to a decision. If the opportunities presented themselves, I would do what I could to make our little unspoken fantasy become reality. 

My shower was just about done when I heard Mark yell that he was going out to the car and to call Betty. I jumped. I had completely forgotten about putting my plan into action. 

Rushing out of the shower, I threw a few last things in my bag, and went to my drawer and pulled out perfectly short and appropriately cliché daisy duke jean shorts. They were short enough to show just the slightest hint of my ass cheek and still long enough to feel comfortable on a car ride. I slipped my red and white polka dot thong on, and the shorts. Now the question was; what shirt would top the outfit off?

There it was; one of my favorite shirts, and a shirt that guys couldn't help but appreciate; my Rolling Stones "Lips" shirt. It was white and tight across my tits, but hung just far enough off my body that if I bent over, you could see straight down to my stomach. This was perfect. 

I grabbed my phone and set a quick alarm to go off in seven minutes and walked out the door. 

The two guys standing with Mark were hot. He had told me about Lenny and Greg and from the description I could figure out who was who. Lenny was almost twenty years older than me, but by the way he carried himself I wouldn't have put him past 35. Greg on the other hand lived up to his billing of the shop's 'pretty boy'. Mark had said he was quite the ladies' man, and I could see why. 

I've never had a specific type, and I didn't have any issues that made me want the acceptance and love of an older man, but I certainly did appreciate a good looking man no matter what he looked like, or how old he was. Lenny had the same animalistic good looks that Mark did, but a more sophisticate and cultured. His slight grey gruff around his square jaw triggered something inside that just wanted to tease him till the point of no return. 

Greg, on the other hand, was every girl's type. He had hair just long enough to slick back and was one of the only guys I had seen who could pull off looking sexy in a baseball hat. He shared the same masculinity that seemed to ooze from his smile, but you could tell how he could easily be in a suit in GQ. This was going to be a great trip.

After we did out meet and greets, I had Lenny put my bag in the car. His muscles strained and tensed as he lifted. I was going to be surrounded by many carpenters all weekend. I better keep drinking my Gatorade. 

"Before we go, we have to take a shot...you know...for good luck." I pulled out my small bottle of Jack Daniels and made the boys do shots with me before we left. I figured this would endear me to them and show them I wasn't the annoying girlfriend, but someone who knew how to have fun. It also helped me to calm my nerves a bit.

"I think I love your girlfriend, Mark." Greg took the bottle and slammed it back.

"Uh...thanks, Tara." Lenny bashfully took the bottle and a much smaller sip that Greg. 

I took a long sip and put the bottle back in my purse. Just as I was getting in the car and my alarm went off. I had set the tone to go off like I was receiving a phone call. 

"Hang on one second baby, it's Betty." I answered the phone.

"Het Bet, what's up?...No, really?...Come on Bet, the guys are waiting for us, We're on our way to pick you up right now...Are you sure? I mean I don't...Ok...So tonight?...You're sure? I don't want you to drive alone...but...ok...see you then..." I hung up the phone and turned to Mark.

"What's up babe? Is everything alright?" The guys were already loaded up and ready. The front seat was open for me to take. I pouted as best as I could and then jumped in the front of the truck making sure my tits bounced.

"Yeah, she's just going to be late...that's all. She said that she has a family emergency. What's good about it is that her family doesn't live to far from the cabin, but she's going to drive herself." I was getting a wave of nerves tingling in my stomach.  

"Would you mind if I ride with you guys there, and she drove me back?" I made sure to hit the word "ride" as best as I could. 

"I don't want to be a bother." I turned to face the guys in the back, stretching the already thin white material even thinner across my braless tits. 

"It's fine by me Mark." Lenny tried as best as he could to keep his eyes on mine in these close quarters. Greg was a different story. He let his eyes linger a bit too long and got caught when I while I waited for his reply.

"Yeah, no problem here. Let's go." Greg raised his eyes from my tits and realized he had been caught.

"Okey dokey, then let's load up." Mark revved the diesel engine and out trip began. The trip usually took about two and a half hours, and I knew we had at least one or two stops to make first. I decided to bide my time. 

I crossed my right leg over my left knee and let it slowly dangle this way and that way, drawing attention to the freshly shaven skin. I had put a moisturizer on that gave my legs a bit of a shimmer glow, and as the sun was peeking through the coastal morning fog, the shimmer was doing its job. 

I learned that Lenny had been divorced for a few years and Greg had just gone out on a first date, if that's what you want to call it, with a new girl last night. The boys started talking about fishing and my mind wandered off for a bit enjoying being the only girl among three men. 

My thoughts were interrupted as we started to pull off of the free way for some gas and some pain killers. Apparently Greg has injured his knee a while ago and the pain was acting up sitting in the tight space of the back seat. Here was my chance.

I turned around to Greg and dipped my sunglasses. 

"Why don't we switch spots? My legs are a whole lot smaller than yours. You could use the room up here." Greg tried to protest before I cut him off. "You mean you are going to deny me doing a nice thing for my boyfriend's friend? Now here I am the girlfriend who is crashing boy time... Don't make me that girl Greg...Please..." I folded my hands together, pushing my cleavage up and out and pushed out my bottom lip.

"Fine... but we'll switch for the old man when we stop again." Greg smiled as we pulled into the gas station. 

I made sure as I got out of the truck that both Greg and Lenny saw me stretch my arms way above my head, exposing my mid-drift and almost the underside of my breasts. 

The guys went inside and I hit the bathroom. Aside from all of my plans and teasing, I really was enjoying the time with the guys. There was no drama about work, no talking about people's back. It was all about fishing holes, burgers, sports and alcohol; all things I love.

Touching up my make up, I made sure my lips were highlighted a soft pink against the white of my shirt. If I was going to be bad, I was going to make damn sure I looked good doing it. 

Coming out to the car I could see that guys were loading up. They had gotten some waters, chips and a few snacks. I love traveling with guys, they always have something to eat, drink or smoke.

"Here babe, I got you a water." He handed me the bottle and gave me a quick kiss. 

Greg took my seat in front, and I took his in back. Lenny sat right behind the driver's seat and I was behind the passenger. I made sure my shorts were riding nice and low when I sat down. I took a quick note of Lenny from behind my sunglasses. His nose looked like he had been in a fight or two, and his skin was a deep bronze. His hands looked like a rougher version of Mark's, hardened from years of carpentry. He still had a twinkle of youth in his eye, and still he didn't look 41 at all. 

Taking a long sip of water I let a small stream run down my chin and disappear beneath the valley between my tits. The music was up a little, so Mark and Greg didn't hear my barely audible gasp, but Lenny did. I met his eyes and smiled, enjoying him appreciating where that small stream of water may have traveled to. 

I pulled up the bottom of my shirt and dabbed my lips with it. Exposing my tanned stomach and just the slightest hint of the underside of my tits, I wanted him to think about nothing but me all day. I wanted him to think about what my bare breasts looked like, felt like, tasted like. I wanted his thoughts to be consumed with what shade of pink my nipples were. What my lip gloss lasted like. I wanted to be the center of his attention, and it was working. 

"Ooops," I said as I put my shirt back down. I hadn't shown anything, but I had planted my seed. 

A few minutes went by, and I was able to see Lenny adjust his khaki shorts a few times out of the corner of my eye. Slowly, I began to stretch my legs and arms and give a few fake yawns. 

"Would you mind if I encroached on your space a bit, Lenny?" I motioned to the small area between us on the bench seat.

"No, not at all, stretch out...get comfortable." Lenny moved a few bags, and made some space for me to spread out across the middle seat.

"Thank you." I tried to make my voice sound as innocent and tired as possible. 

Bringing my knees together, I swung my legs towards him and the spot he had made between us. I nuzzled down, put my head on my folded arms against the door. My legs were now bent in the small, cramped space in the middle. The reason I had wanted to make sure my jean shorts were sitting low and loose, was for this moment. I closed my eyes after one more, cute, fake yawn, and let my legs slowly fall apart. 

As my legs slowly spread against the seat and towards the front of the car, I could feel the soft breeze from the air conditioner vent find its way up my jean shorts, through my polka dot thong, and lightly kiss my pussy lips. I knew that from the angle I was sitting, Lenny could see right up my shorts, and possibly past my panties, if he was lucky. I lingered in that position for a few minutes, letting him enjoy my show. 

The car ride was probably about a third over or so. We were making pretty good time due to not having to pick up Betty, and the freeway was pretty clear. I felt a cold ball of nerves swirl in my stomach, as my mind began to race. I was having fun playing with Lenny, but pushing the envelope was always something that made me feel vulnerable and almost light-headed. Slowly, I started to squirm a bit, trying best to show that I was uncomfortable. 




Tara's Descent Ch. 03



"I'm so sorry Lenny, do you mind if I change positions one more time? I promise this will be the last time." I sat up and looked at him.

"Yeah...sure...whatever you need." He quickly shot his glance up to my eyes. I knew they had been taking in the view I was giving him.

"Thank you." I pulled my big comfy, black jacket from under the seat and popped it up against him like a pillow. I let my hair fall around me, so that with each little bump my hair would tickle and mingle with the salt and pepper hair on his legs. The pile that Lenny had made on the floor in order to give me some room, created a small barrier between my line of vision and Greg in the front seat. If he turned around he couldn't see me. He would have to adjust his chair to see anything other than Lenny's face. 

Staying motionless for a few minutes, I let everyone restart their conversations. Greg was telling Mark about the quality and flavors of the Cuban cigars he and brought with him. I guess they were some sort of special edition and he had brought a rare rum he thought would be perfect with them. Lenny was being strangely quiet, which made me feel like my teasing was getting the reaction I wanted.

My face was sitting at angle with my hands under my head and the jacket under that. Quietly, I repositioned the jacket directly under my head, and my hands underneath that. My fingers slowly brushed the hem of Lenny's short and fell to the inside of his knee causing him to jump a bit. A small smirk grew on my face. I didn't want to move to quickly and have him either get upset, or ruin my teasing, so I adjusted my head again, pressing further into his leg and letting my fingers find their way to his inner thigh. 

Lenny's legs tensed slightly as he slowly began to realize my fingers were moving in a rhythm, and not simply brushing against him by accidently. I traced small circles with my index finger through the hair on his muscular thigh. Every few seconds I felt his cock throb under me through my jacket as my fingers began to work their way up his leg. My right hand was almost completely up his shorts, cloaked by the large black jacket. I opened my eyes and met his gaze staring right back at me with a mixture of panic and anticipation. 

Cocking my eye brow I mouthed the words, "Do you want me to stop?" as I gave him my best doe-eyes. His eyes quickly darted from the moving hand under the jacket, to Mark then to Greg. I could see tiny beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I found the edge of his briefs and began to play with the seam.

Lenny's eyes fell back to mine. Hesitantly he shook his head. I smiled. Arching my back, to both get better leverage, and push my hardening nipples towards the sky, I felt him scoot lower in his seat, giving me more access to his body. His brief-clad cock jumped into my hands. It was thick, maybe thicker than Marks, but not bigger. I dragged my fingers lightly up and down the shaft. I kept my hand moving slowly over the think cloth, each time feeling the pulsating blood pumping into the veins on his cock.  

My eyes closed, thinking about what it looked like, what it tasted like, if it would stretch the back part of my throat if he thrust it into my mouth. I didn't want to draw too much attention by making any sudden movements, so I opened my eyes and made eye contact with him. His face was in a beautiful state of agonized ecstasy. Lenny looked like he was torn between pulling down my shorts and fucking me raw, and the consequences for his professional career. I didn't get the feeling that either of these guys were too close with Mark at all other than work.

His eyes opened from what I hoped was a wonderful day dream and met mine. I grinned and opened my mouth and beckoning him to bring his finger down to my waiting tongue. I've never seen a man more torn apart. His hand moved towards my mouth and stopped. His eyes darted back to the guys in the front seat, and then back to me. I closed my mouth and then mouthed the word, "Please".

My open mouth and big eyes watched, as Lenny dropped his hand, and pointed his index finger towards my offering mouth. As he moved closer, I sped up my stroking. Right as his finger was close enough; I snapped my head up and grabbed his finger in my trap. My tongue licked and swirled around the rough calluses. I sucked it in as hard as I could without making any incriminating sounds. 

I knew that this brief window was going to close soon, and I was doing my best to take full advantage of it. Lenny began to slide his finger in and out of my mouth while I kept eye contact with his grey blue eyes. A smile crept up on the side of his face, as my fingers danced along his thick cock. 

His legs moved slightly, giving me the hint that if I kept up this pace we would have a mess on our hands, well at least on my hand. His ass flexed underneath my head and his hips shifted. His face winced like he was doing everything he could not to cum in his pants. This was the moment I had been waiting for. Whatever I did from this point on, I was in control. 

I slowed my pace and then sped it up quickly. I could swear I hear the moist sound of his cock being pulled through his pre-cum. His eyes shot open and his left hand fell like a brick on my hand through the jacket. He shook his head like he was warning me about the impending climax. I pouted and pushed my bottom lip out. He shook his head again. This was once argument I was going to win.

My hand paused and I let him take his finger out of my mouth, not without getting in one last, good slurp. His muscles relaxed and his hand eased off slightly. Without giving him any warning, I retightened my grip and pumped quickly and quietly. He was mine. His cock tensed as his body struck the best pseudo-statue pose he could, and he released. Pulse after pulse, I felt his cum soak through his briefs, and coat the palm of my hand. Only after the last throb did I gradually release my grip.

As his eyes opened from his orgasm, I made sure he watched me drag my cum-covered hand across my mouth, and gave it a lick. I mouthed the words "Thank you," and closed my eyes into the most wonderful sexy laden dreams. 

When I woke up, I was still nestled next to Lenny and the car was coming to a stop. I sat up and took in my surroundings. The city was gone, and the trees had begun to take over the landscape. From what I could remember of the drive to the cabin, we were probably about a half hour away, and since the spa was only a short drive from that, I needed to put the next phase of my plan into play. 

"Well good morning back there." I met Mark's eyes in the review mirror. "Have a good car ride?" His tone was sarcastic, but he had no idea how good it actually was. 

"We're going to pull in here, grab some gas and supplies, and by supplies I mean steaks, beer, bait and whatever else we need for the weekend." Mark pulled the car to a halt, and we all got out to stretch our legs. Before I got out, I blew Lenny a kiss and wink, as I took in the wet spot on the front of his shorts. All he could do was shake his head and smile. 

Greg got out and let out a deep groan and he did a few stretches. I joined him with a soft moan as I interlocked my fingers together behind my back and arched my chest out. I made sure he a good view of my nipples hardening in the crisp mountain air. 

"Did you get a good rest back there? You were out for a while." I could tell Greg was trying to be discreet by staring at my tits from behind his sunglasses, but what men don't realize is that if there is any light at all outside, we can see straight through the tinted lenses. 

"Yeah, some really good dreams too." I brought my hand back in front of me and rested them on my hips.

"So what now boss?" Greg and I walked over to Mark, who was pumping gas.

"Well, we'll need some firewood, steaks, eggs, bacon of course, and anything else we want to eat for the next few days." Mark gave me a quick kiss.

"Where's the old man?" Greg looked around for Lenny.

"I guess he couldn't wait. When nature calls..." The guys laughed as I snickered to myself. 

Greg went into the store and started the shopping for the weekend. It was close to 10:30am and I had already had an eventful day. I decided that I would do a little shopping of my own. 

"I'm going to grab some things for Betty and me." I kissed Mark and grabbed my own cart. Now I had to be careful what I bought because I didn't want to arouse any suspicion from the guys. I saw Greg goes towards the butcher, so I high tailed it over to the liquor section. This weekend I wanted to be every guy's fantasy. I wanted to be Mark's perfect girlfriend, and the object of all three guys' desire. Above all, I wanted to see if Mark really wanted to live this fantasy. 

I flagged down a shop attendant and got them to open the liquor cabinet with the good stuff. Now Mark and I didn't know everything about alcohol, but we went to beer and wine tastings pretty often and a few times we had gone to whiskey tastings. I loved the way it tasted oaky and smoky on my tongue and then burned all the way down. 

I picked a bottle of 18 year old Macallan. It was pretty expensive, but I wanted to impress Greg, and besides sex and food, alcohol is the third way to man's heart. I made my way over to the champagne and picked up two of my favorite bottles. I grabbed a few lady essentials like lip gloss, sun tanning lotion, and some hair ties. The next few items that popped into my mind I was going to have to be ultra-careful about, or come up with some great explanations. 

I checked where Greg was, Mark and Lenny had joined him in the bait aisle. They had already loaded up on beer, bacon eggs and steaks. I knew I only had a few minutes so I rushed. Grabbed whip cream, strawberries and some lube, I went to the checkout line. I can only imagine what the poor boy who looked no more than 19 was thinking. Actually, as he checked each item and then tried to keep his eyes off my chest, I could tell exactly what he was thinking. 

I got to the car, and packed everything except for the girly stuff in my suitcase. I had just enough time to climb off the step on the truck bed and jump down to make it look like I had been waiting for the guys for a while. 

"Wow, you guys shop like a bunch of girls...What took you so long?" I leaned against the truck and folded my arms under my tits.

"Alright, alright... help us load up this stuff so we can get you to your spa, and us on started on the weekend." Mark started unloading the cart. The guys were like a well-oiled machine; packing and stuffing. They got the job done pretty quickly, but not without having to pack the truck bed and the back seats to the brim.

"I thought I packed a lot...geez." I smacked Mark on the ass as we looked at the truck. 

"Yeah, I can't imagine how were would have fit Betty's stuff...Hey have you heard from her yet? I don't want to just leave you at the spa." Mark pushed the cart into a nearby holder and walked back to towards us.

"Nope, nothing yet." I shrugged my shoulders like I was disappointed. 

"It would probably be best if we take the stuff to the cabin first, and afterwards I'll drive you over to the spa, sound good?" Mark grabbed me a kissed me.

"Yeah, that sounds perfect. I'm just sorry I'm cutting in on guy time." I kissed him back.

"No problem, Tara." Lenny's face looked like he hadn't meant to say anything, and surprised himself by hearing himself speak. 

"Hey Mark, there's only one problem, and that would be in the seating arrangement." Greg opened up the back seat and right where I had been sitting was a huge pile of beer, bacon and eggs. There was no room in the truck bed either. 

"Well, either Greg has to ride in the truck bed, or there is going to be some lap-sitting." Mark looked back at the three of us.

"Why am I the one in the truck bed?" Greg kiddingly threw his hands up in the air.

"We have to be nice to our seniors, and besides, I'm a lady." I put my arm around Lenny and laid my other hand on his imposing chest. 

"Babe, do you have a problem sitting on Greg's lap?" Mark turned to me.

"No, I'm cool." I sized up my prey from behind my sunglasses.

"What if I have a problem with it?" Greg was just trying to be an ass.

"They Greg, you have no pulse. It's a hot chick in denim shorts, sitting on your lap for at least twenty minutes." Mark patted him on the shoulder. "You'll be just fine. Let's get a move on."

The guys loaded into the car and I waited for Greg to get settled before I climbed on top of him for the next few miles. He moved a few things to the side and patted his lap.

"Anytime you're ready." He smiled and offered me his hand for some support. His hand was a bit softer than Mark's. Greg definitely fit the bill as far as a man who works with his hands goes, but I could tell he took care of himself. His jeans were softer than the less expensive brands that Mark wears. His shirt smelled like cologne and not saw dust. His grip wasn't forceful when he pulled me up, but the firmness of the pressure let me know he knew how to take the lead. 

I pushed my ass backwards and let my legs dangle over the outside of his. I pushed my feet against the ground to see how much leverage I had. The car started and we pulled out of the parking lot, and back onto the highway. The rest of the drive was filled with about ten minutes of highway time, and then a few minutes through the city, and then weaving our way through the small neighborhood that looked out on to the city. 

"Hey, can we turn on some music?" I leaned forward and pushing my ass into his jean-covered bulge, letting my polka dotted thong ride up into view. 

"Sure, I'm sure we can accommodate that." Mark flipped on his ipod, and pressed play. The car was suddenly filled with rock beats of the Led Zepplin. I looked into the review mirror and caught Mark's eyes.

"Thanks babe." I leaned back into Greg as the music picked up as the guitar riffs and heavy-handed drums screamed out. I let my ass move just a little against Greg's cock as, while hips pulsed to the music. Mark had a clear view of everything I was doing, so I was going to have to be a whole lot more discreet. 

"I'm not too heavy am I?" I turned over my shoulder, placing my lips just inches from Greg's. As I turned I gave him a good thrust to into his hardening cock. I wanted him to know what I was doing, but I wanted him to be powerless to stop it. 

"No...no...not at all..." His voice was a little breathless. One of the reasons I've always been such a fan of classic rock, was the driving, unrelenting drum beats, and no one does it better than John Bonham, from Zepplin. It quickly flashed through my mind how funny it was that Bonham had been a carpenter before he was in the band, and here I was gyrating on a carpenter, surrounded by carpenters. 

Lenny was staring out the car window while Mark described the fishing at the lake they were going to go to tomorrow. Mark was drumming his fingers against the wheel as they talked about the possibility of renting a boat. As Mark and Lenny debated, I felt Greg's growing erection underneath me. It was almost like his cock had felt the heat coming from my pussy and was trying to get in. I was getting the reaction I was hoping for, so why not reward him? As if it was by accident, I grinded my ass forwards and backwards as I used my legs to push off the floor. 

Mark had made this playlist when I told him how much I loved having sex to classic rock; so needless to say, I knew this playlist like the back of my hand. The next song was "When The Levee Breaks", that was usually when I had pushed Mark down on the bed an began riding him hard, and slow, and that was exactly what I was going to do to Greg, or at least as much as I could get away with. 

The song began to fade out, as Jimmy Page's guitar moaned and groaned its last few notes. Mark had begun to change lanes to get off the highway and go through the city, and I was just warming up. 

"Hey Greg, you alright back there? She's not giving you too much trouble is she?" Mark smiled as he looked through the mirror at his girlfriend straddling his friend in the back seat. 

"No, she's...she's fine." He paused for a moment as I had to stop my movements. "Nothing I can't handle." Greg slid his hand on the inside of my left thigh which was closest to the window. From the pile of beer, meat and groceries that were piled up, even if Lenny turned all the way around he couldn't see the wandering hand exploring my leg.

Greg lightly swirled his fingertips against the edge of my denim shorts, causing goose bumps to spring to life up and down my legs. I turned slightly to him, and placed my left hand on top of his. I didn't want to lose control of the situation, because after all, my boyfriend was two feet away.

My hips pushed back, and I spread my legs wider. Gently, I pushed his hand underneath my jeans, and placed his finger on the soft cotton of my panties. I was getting really wet, feeling his forceful body under me, gradually moving with my hips, and his soft caresses. I didn't have much longer, and from the consistent throbbing from his cock, I could tell needed to get to work. 

I left his finger right at the edge of panties, as I reached between my legs and grabbed his cock firmly, and pushed right up against where his finger was. I wanted him to be able to visualize where his cock should be. Greg slipped his finger under my thong and slid it over my smooth lips. He knew what he wanted, and was used to getting it. I squeezed his cock again and put my hand on his knee. 

Being as careful as I could I quickened up my pace. My upper body stayed as motionless as I could make it, while my ass drove into his cock. His finger was pushing against my clit as his other hand grabbed my hips and rocked back and forth with me. 

I turned over my shoulder and bit my lip slightly. "You still alright Greg?" His eyes were plastered on the front of the car, checking the scene.

"Doing...just fine...Thanks..." His legs started to tense, just as Lenny's had before cumming in his shorts. I wanted to feel his hips buck against me. I wanted to feel him fill me up. 

I reached between my legs again and dragged my fingertips over the bugle where his balls were. His finger wandered down my pussy and slipped in. It felt like such a tease; just a tiny amount of flesh touching my pussy that just wanted his cock to penetrate me, not just the tip of a finger. 

My hips moved quicker and my caressing of his balls sped up to match the pace. His right hand squeezed my hip as his body started to contract. I was having flashbacks to the feeling of Sam cumming hard in his beautiful suit pants and making the inside of my thighs damp from his cum. 

Greg's hips bucked slightly, and his penis pulsed with each movement of my hips. His cock jumped and I felt the warm sensation of his cum soaking into his boxers, and then through his jeans. Every throb pulsed against my pussy. The sheer carnal act of making him cum when and how I wanted was invigorating. He let out a barely audible sigh of relief and release. 

I let my hips slow to a gentle rocking, after giving him a few more good thrusts before we had to settle down. For the next few minutes of car ride, Greg let his finger roam freely over my saturated pussy, probing in and out as best he could. I loved the feeling of letting him explore me, even if it was teasing the hell out of me.

"There it is guys." Mark turned the corner, and there it was. The last house at the end of a cul-de-sac. It was two stories of honey-blonde wood. A large deck wrapped around the front of the house and led to back, where there was a fire pit, Jacuzzi and outdoor entertaining area. 

Greg pulled his finger out of my soaked panties and brought it past my face, and to his lips. I could hear him sucking his finger in my ear. His finger slipped out of mouth and ran down my body to my ass, and gave it a good squeeze. I could tell this was going to be a fun weekend.



Tara's Descent



I unclenched my hand and let my saturated panties fall to the floor right in between Sam and me. As I watched Betty, I opened my legs and let my right hand sink between them. I had pulled my chair far enough in that the table cloth was covering my lap, and even if Mark had looked down, he couldn't have seen what I was doing.

I heard a muffled grunt from under the table as I spread my legs a little wider.

"You alright honey?" Betty's sweet voice rang out in the middle of our liaison. 

"Yeah, I'm just trying to find my spoon." I could hear the smile in his voice

"That's the second time you've dropped something tonight, Mr. Clumsy." She laughed and started pulling on her cardigan.

I let the moment pass and then took my right index finger and thumb and spread my pink pussy lips open, and plunged my middle finger in as far as it would go without drawing attention to my shoulder movement. I tried my best to stifle the moan that was brewing. Suddenly I felt and large, firm hand on my knee, climbing towards my wanting pussy. A wave of panic shot through me. I've flirted before, but I had never let anything go remotely this far. Then right as his hand was creeping up my thigh it came to me. 

I pulled my middle finger out of my pussy and offered it to him under the table. His hand stopped. I felt his hand leave my thigh and grab my wrist. Forcefully he took my finger in his mouth and sucked the juices off of my finger. His tongue wrapped around my finger and ravished it. I tried to keep my wits as I imagined his cock in my mouth, pumping my face as I grabbed his ass pulling it deeper down my throat.

"Shall we?" Mark's voice broke my bliss. 

"Um...yeah...perfect." I pulled my finger out of Sam's mouth and quickly wiped it off on the hem of my skirt. The moment was a shock to my system. Everything was happening so fast; from utter deviant indulgence, back to reality.

I stood up and gathered my shaking legs under me. I locked eyes with Sam as he motioned for Betty to go in front of him. It was almost as if we understood the boundaries of the situation. I felt Mark gently put his hand on my lower back and guided me out of the restaurant. 

"It was so good seeing you guys outside of work." Betty gave me a big hug; as I wrapped my arms around her, my right hand fell just inches from my face. I could smell the intoxicating blend of my cum and Sam's saliva on my finger. A mixture of guilt and unbridled passion swept through my consciousness. Again, we swapped partners. 

I tried as best I could to pretend that nothing had happened. Sam opened his arms just as he had when the night had begun. I let myself get swept up in his cologne, his soft silk black shirt and his Mediterranean charm. As he wrapped me up, I was torn between the thoughts or what I have with Mark, and the single amazing fuck, I could have with Sam. 

"See you soon." Sam's words resonated in my ear and sent a tingle down my spine. 

"Alright, babe..." Mark reached out and took my hand.

Have a good night guys, we should do this again." Betty called after us.

"Absolutely." I think my voice had just come back when I squeaked out my last words. 

When we left I was walking on air. I felt like I could have anything I wanted, however and whenever. I knew what I wanted, and I wanted cock. I had never done anything like that before, at least not with someone we know. I've teased guys plenty of times, opening my legs a little too far, bending over more than a should, but this was way past my comfort zone tonight, and past any boundaries I had envisioned, so why not break a few more? 

The feeling of being in absolute control over the situation was exhilarating. Dictating the next move, or manipulating a man into doing what I want by simply a little flash of my skin had been something that always turned me on, but until tonight, I had no idea how much.

"Well, that was nice, I mean at least Sam didn't make one of his stupid government speeches...You were awfully quiet tonight, you alright?" Mark's arms pulled me in close. 

"Yeah..." I stopped. We had just turned off the promenade and began the last two blocks to the apartment. 

"What is it babe?" Mark's sincere voice and deep concern was pushed down by her plans.

Without answering him I pulled him close and kissed him. There was such a deep carnal need for his body that some part of me felt like I was assaulting him. Our tongues danced like we had just met. I pulled his hand from around my waist and pushed it under my skirt. I didn't give him a chance to be soft and delicate. I wanted to be fucked. 

His hand ran up my thing and to my panty-less pussy. I could hear a groan of appreciation from the bare pussy, and the immense wetness that told him I was willing and ready. While Mark may be a gentleman in many areas, when I strip the boundaries away, he takes the green light and runs with it. He plunged a finger into me, broke the kiss and pulled his finger out, licking it. 

Before I could savor the moment my heels were clicking against the pavement as he pulled me off the street and into a shadowy alley. My body was his to do what he wanted. I succumbed to him completely. Mark pushed me up against the wall as my hands found his zipper. I did my best to unzip his pants and pull his dick out, but I had to brace myself against the cold red bricks. 

I felt the tip of his cock plunge into me as my legs instinctively wrapped around him. My high heels clicked together just above his ass as he pumped into me. I could feel him throbbing as he grunted in my right ear. 

"Oh, shit Mark..." My voice was breathless as his powerful body slammed me up against the wall over and over again. 

My nails dung into his dress shirt and into his skin. It was animalistic. This was fucking at its purest. As he ravaged my body, I thought about the people walking by who could see us. I thought about Sam taking me. I thought about all the men that had stared at to me what they wouldn't have done if I had given them the. I wanted to be seen. I wanted to be watched. I was cumming. My toes were tingling. My legs began to quiver. I knew that I was moaning, but I couldn't help myself. Mark put his hand in my mouth to quiet me done, but it didn't help. I sucked on his finger and thought of Mark fucking me and Sam fucking my face at the same time. Then, an uncontrollable wave of pleasure ripped through me, from my head to my toes. I felt my pussy clench on Mark's dick like a vice. I was done. There was nothing I could other than let him cum inside me, and he did. Thrust after thrust sent shots of cum into my raw pussy. 

As Mark pulled his cum-coated dick out of me and took a deep breath. I pulled his face to mine and kissed him hard. This was a great date.