6 comments/ 49547 views/ 7 favorites The Agency By: SugarHigh THURSDAY A sigh of exhaustion filled the silence of an empty office as Ben Halford slumped back into his chair. Staring at the cavernous ceiling of the office, he rubbed his bleary eyes and took a long drag of his cigarette. It was yet another long night in a string of never-ending long nights. As usual, the air-conditioning had shut down promptly at 8pm, and his office became stuffy and unbearably warm, filled with the smoke from his Marlboros. Pushing away from his desk, Ben stretched out and walked around. His legs were getting numb after sitting down for hours. A glance at the clock reminded him that he hadn’t eaten anything since lunch and his stomach rumbled with hunger. The third quarter was drawing to a close and his thoughts were preoccupied with the projections he was running for 2005. As the managing director of Haley, Goodman & Partners Advertising, sleep deprivation was common. Ben did not relish the thought of facing the board of directors of the largest advertising agency in New York to explain a right royal fuck-up next year. The books looked good for this quarter though, he was on track to meet the numbers, and profits looked strong. Ben Halford had a reputation as a hotshot in the industry. His meteoric rise to the proverbial top of the food chain was the stuff of legends, whispers of awestruck account executives that floated in hallowed hallways. Fresh out of Harvard law school, Ben ditched the courts for a career in advertising. Now just 35, he was the youngest MD in the agency’s 80-year history. Many called him brilliant, others called him ruthless, and some called him a prick. Not that he gave a shit. Ben had turned the agency around, pulling the archaic firm out of the red, and plunged it headlong into the 21st century. He pitched for hot brands like Nike and Apple, and won. Within a year, the agency had reinvented itself, from old-fashioned to cutting-edge. Staff morale was up, turnover at an all-time low and profits were hitting the roof. The agency had a new leader – a visionary who inspired. Ben’s success came with a price. He worked too hard and slept too little. He hadn’t dated in 3 years, his last serious relationship ending on a bitter note. She said that work was his priority, that she couldn’t play second fiddle anymore. Several unsatisfying trysts ensued, but it seemed more work than it was worth, and the right woman never came along. Not one that aroused his intellect, heart AND cock at least. A year ago, he had given up altogether. Tugging off his tie and shoving it into his pocket, Ben stared pensively out into the night sky. “Maybe I really should try getting a life… Damn…” Slamming his laptop shut, he grabbed his coat and resolutely walked down the dim hallway. Passing rows of cubicles, he made a left for the elevator. As he turned the corner, he noticed a light coming from the lower floor of the huge office. “Fuck! Doesn’t anyone goddamn read my emails? Switch off the fucking lights!! Here I am busting my ass, and these people can’t even help keep the overheads low...” Still cursing under his breath, Ben walked down the grand central staircase of the two-story office and headed towards the illuminated office. He roughly slammed open the door, reaching inside to the light switch, when he heard a gasp of surprise. “Jeez, Ben! You scared the shit outta me. What the hell are you doing?” Cecile Richards was jumped up from the couch, and had spilled her coffee over her blouse and on the storyboards for the new Nike Presto TV commercial. “Damnit CeCe! I thought you left the lights on. I was going to shut it off. Uh, those storyboards are ruined…” glancing down sheepishly at soggy coffee-soaked cardboard. “Are you presenting them tomorrow?” “You’re one lucky man. The clients are already sold on the concept, we’re shooting the spot next month. I’ll let this pass, but you owe me one.” Cecile had recently joined the agency as an Account Director a couple months ago. Handling the Nike account, she’d made a big impact with the clients, cementing the relationship for the agency. Only 30, she was the woman responsible for Adidas’ turnaround, launching the “Impossible is Nothing” campaign. Intelligent and highly strategic, she was personally headhunted and poached by the board for the Nike business. Cecile looked nothing like the shrewd and aggressive executive she was. Standing at five feet, she was petite and fine-boned, almost fragile. She was truly a picture of contrasts. Long, straight jet-black hair made her fair skin look almost white. Dominating her oval-shaped face were doll-like eyes, pools of cerulean blue, fringed by a thick crescent of black lashes. A girlish smattering of freckles danced across her pink cheeks and over her nose-bridge, strangely incongruous with her usual razor-sharp black business suits. Upon interacting with Cecile however, one would be quickly relieved of any impression of fragility and girlishness – this woman was as tough as nails. Cecile was going through the research from the focus group studies when Ben barged into her office. After hours, Cecile shrugged off her black Dior jacket. The heat was stifling, making the still air even more unbearable. The white silk camisole she wore underneath clung uncomfortable against her sticky skin. The coffee she’d spilled now soaked through the expensive Italian silk – it was ruined. “Good thing the coffee wasn’t hot, would’ve burnt my tail right off. ‘Scuse me a sec, I’ll go try and salvage this mess.” Ben looked down sheepishly as Cecile walked towards the ladies. Looking around, he noted that her office was spotless and organized, with the exception of a few boards propped up against the walls. Several framed pictures lined the wall above the couch. Pictures of a smiling Cecile carrying an infant, with a handsome brown haired man standing behind her. Pictures of Cecile playing in the yard with a toddler… “Hmmm… married with kids eh? Lucky woman… I wonder how she finds the time…” Taking a seat on the couch, Ben dabbed at a few spots of coffee on the black leather. Cecile returned shortly, a huge wad of paper towels in hand, scrunching at a huge damp brown spot on the front of her once-white top. “Damn, it’s officially fucked. I should get out of this thing.” “Hey, I’m really sorry. Let me replace it, or pay you, or something…” Ben couldn’t help staring at her. She’d obviously tried running the spot under the tap, and the thin white silk had turned almost transparent when wet. He could make out the faint outline of a lacy white bra under the filmy material, and the swell of a firm breast. He’d never be able to tell, under her stiff black suits, that Cecile was so curvy. Her arms were toned, with a small nipped-in waist and pert breasts that seemed a little large for her petite frame. The sexiest thing though, was how her collarbones protruded slightly. Most women who had visible collarbones were usually too skinny, but not Cecile. Her small waist flared into round shapely hips, tapering down to slim black-stockinged legs, and ending in sharp-toed 3-inch patent stilettos. Ben quickly averted his eyes as Cecile looked up from her furious dabbings. He silently cursed himself for coveting a married woman, but hell, she sure didn’t look like she’d had kids. “It’s ok, I was never that fond of it anyway.” “What are you doing in the office so late? Shouldn’t you be at home or something? I thought I was the only workaholic no-lifer in this office.” “Hah! I got first dibs on that title… Nah, was going through some research. Just wanted to make sure we were 100% sure on the campaign positioning. It’s bloody huge y’know, getting it wrong is not my idea of fun.” “Look, it’s late. Shall we get out of here and get a bite? It’s on me – payback for ruining your top?” “Not tonight. I’m exhausted, and walking around town in a damp shirt isn’t the most appealing thought. I’m heading home though, let me grab my stuff and I’ll walk with you.” Cecile walked over to her desk to retrieve her handbag and briefcase. As she turned, Ben enjoyed the view of a shapely ass, and thigh revealed by a slit in the back of her pencil skirt. As she bent over slightly to neaten the stacks of files and documents on her desk, the slit hitched up just enough for Ben to catch a glimpse of the lacy top of her thigh high stockings and garter belt. Ben was definitely a leg and ass man. Breasts were nice, but they could never compare to the contours of smooth ass cheeks topping off a pair of slender legs. Very unusual, Ben thought, for a woman to be wearing stockings and a garter belt to work in this day and age, but it was sexy as hell. He could feel his cock coming to life, stiffening slightly in his pants. With consummate willpower, he turned his thoughts to Monday’s board meeting to prevent a full-blown erection. “OK, I’m good to go.” Cecile whirled around, bag and briefcase in hand. Making their way out of the building, they made small talk about the Nike account and life in general. As they reached the lobby, Cecile hailed for a cab and sped away, leaving a trail of dust in the humid summer air. Ben watched the yellow taxi disappear into the landscape of red taillights of the busy street. A rumble in his stomach reminded him of his hunger for food, but now, his hunger seemed to be for something – or someone else. The city was buzzing, still alive at this time of the night, with streets full of people and vehicles. But Ben felt strangely alone and empty. He decided to walk the ten blocks home tonight. Perhaps it would help clear his head and wipe the licentious thoughts of a married colleague from his mind. The walk didn’t help, and the thoughts didn’t go away. By the time he reached his front door, an erection was throbbing in his pants and his shirt was damp with sweat. Throwing his keys carelessly on the side table, he stripped off his shirt and pants and dropped them on the bedroom floor as he stepped into the shower. He was a messy man, and would never survive without Mrs Gonzales, the housekeeping lady who came in every morning. Bracing himself on the countertop, Ben stared at himself in the mirror. The harsh lighting accented the dark circles under his eyes and the thick stubble on his chin. Although fatigue was apparent, he could be described as handsome. Ben didn’t have conventional good looks, his coloring dark, distinctively Mediterranean, with features that were hard and unforgiving. Piercing deep-set hazel eyes were topped by arched brows on a hard angular face framed by short spiky brown hair. At 6 feet tall, he had a lean, somewhat lanky frame. On weekends, Ben would work out at the nearby gym, or run in Central Park. His physique was a far cry from his high school days, where he played basketball every day. Still, he was lightly muscled with broad shoulders and slim hips. Looking down at his semi-hard cock, Ben gave up resisting nature. He hadn’t had sex in nearly a year, the last encounter an unsatisfying drunken one-night stand. Masturbation held little appeal for him, he’d much rather be in a wet inviting pussy than jerking off in an empty apartment. Tonight however, was a whole different story. When you gotta go, you just gotta go. Turning the water on full blast, he let the hot water rain down his face. Soaping up, he ran his hands over his hard abdomen, feeling the ridges of the muscles as they involuntarily contracted. Bracing himself with one hand on the wall, he gripped his hard cock with the other. Drawing the foreskin back, he slid his fist down the base and drew slowly back on the shaft. He wasn’t hung like a horse, but he had a nice cock. It was straight and thick, 7 inches long and almost 3 inches in circumference, with a big bulbous heart-shaped head. Pumping harder now, he felt the pressure building in his balls. The image of Cecile’s pert ass and stocking-clad legs were creeping back into his mind. He imagined what she’d look like with her skirt off. In his mind’s eye, he could see her in the lacy black garters and thigh-high stockings. She was bending over, her ass cheeks stuck high in the air, framing pussy lips glistening wet for him… Ben came hard and fast, cum spurting out in rhythmic gushes in the most intense orgasm he’d had in a long time. * * * * * FRIDAY Cecile looked up from her laptop as Gina came through the door, a large black box in her hands. “A package came for you CeCe. Oh, and you have an appointment with Mr Slater at 1pm, and an internal review with the team at 4pm.” “Thanks Gina. Oh, and could you print out 3 sets of the strategy papers and the brief as well?” Eyeing the matte black box, she recognized it as Prada. Pulling the lid off, and spreading open the tissue, Cecile lifted up a beautiful floral print blouse. It was made of sheer silk chiffon and toga-style, which left one shoulder bare. The print was set on a dark grey background, with splashes of deep red and fuschia roses, and a silver metal circlet held the shoulder strap together. Strong masculine script on the card read: “For the one I ruined. B.” Cecile smiled to herself. Well, well, well… the asshole wasn’t as bad as she heard. In the few months she’d been at the agency, Cecile’s interactions with Ben were confined to meetings and the occasional “hi” at the coffee machine. He had a reputation for being an arrogant hard-ass. She’d heard that he’d been single for years, and vicious gossip claimed he was gay. Not one to participate in, or believe in the rumor mill, she had decided to find out for herself. He was definitely cute, definitely hot, and most definitely her type. But then again, he was her boss. Crapping in her backyard was not an option. Cecile had fought hard to get ahead in the rat race, and she wasn’t about to let gossip undermine the respect she’d earned. Putting the blouse back into the box, she tucked it under a shelf and returned to work. On the other side of the agency was a man who was finding every excuse to make his way to the pantry. The pantry of course, was located on the lower floor, where one would need to pass Cecile’s office enroute. At only 11am, Ben had already had 3 cups of coffee and was practically bouncing off the walls. His secretary looked into his office with growing concern at the man pacing up and down the length of the room. She was very, very worried. Not only did he NEVER make his own coffee, he did it three times in two hours. He hated this feeling, this unnerving attraction for Cecile. He’d never felt this kind of instinctive pull for a woman before. And for chrissakes, she was married with kids. He cursed viciously under his breath as the memory of his orgasm the night before caused a shiver to run through him. Every time he passed her office, he’d steal a glance through the glass window. She was wearing another of her black suits again, but it looked a little different today. A Mao-collar jacket that zipped up to her throat, made of some kind of stretch material because it fitted snugly, clinging to every curve. She wore it with a pair of black hipster pants that hugged her ass and showed off her long slim legs. As it ended halfway on the calf, and he could see she was wearing a pair of red satin sling-backs, with straps that criss-crossed up her ankles. The heels were 4 inches of metal stiletto. She looked so fucking hot… A knock on his door interrupted his dirty thoughts. Blake, the Finance Director strode into his office and plunked himself into his seat. “What’s with you today Ben? You look like shit. You should be a happy man, the figures look so damn good it’s turning me on. C’mon, let’s get the report tied down for Monday’s board meeting, I wanna leave early and shag my wife. It’s Friiii-day…” “Good for you then. Just had a bad night, couldn’t get to sleep. Anyway, not much to do, everything looks pretty good. You can get a headstart on that shag. By the way, how’s the Nike numbers looking?” “Strong, revenue exceeded the projections. CeCe’s damn good.” “Yeah, so I’ve heard. Wonder how she does it, married with a kid and all.” Blake snorted out a loud laugh as he walked towards the door. “You gotta be kidding, no one can have kids and work the hours she does. She’s not married. Man, where the hell did you hear shit like that?” Ben’s mind was reeling as Blake left. Not married? Then what the hell was with the pictures on the wall? Who was the kid? And the guy? Maybe she was divorced? Questions were filling his throbbing head, but at least the throbbing in his pants felt a little less guilty. Craning his neck, Ben leaned over the rail and saw the light was still on in Cecile’s office. He had finished for the day 3 hours ago and had spent the time planning his moves. A bundle of nerves, he’d explored every plausible way of striking up a “casual” conversation. Knocking gently on the door, he heard a muffled “Who is it?” as he let himself in. “Hi, working late on a Friday? That’s unacceptable you know? What would people say about how I treat my employees?” “They’d say you’re a slave-driving boss.” Cecile quipped back with a throaty laugh. She’d taken off her jacket again, and was clad in a black skin-tight haltertop. It was stretchy and clung to her like a second skin. Ben could see she wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were visible under the fine fabric. The neckline plunged to under her breasts in a deep V. “Just kidding… Was supposed to meet a friend for drinks, but she cancelled on me at the last minute. All dressed up and nowhere to go, so I decided to continue working. What’s your excuse?” “Only that I have no life. So, would you do this no-lifer a favor and make his Friday? How ’bout a drink?” Cecile eyed him suspiciously. She felt awkward in his presence, and was wondering why he’d taken a sudden interest in her. But then again, she couldn’t help but notice how good he looked today. A change from his usual suits, he was wearing a black knit sweater with charcoal pants. It molded itself to his wide chest and shoulders and showed off his flat stomach. His flat-front pants fit well, displaying slim hips and firm thighs. Stubble shadowed his square jaw, with full kissable lips. The scent of his aftershave was clean and fresh, mingling with his natural scent, creating a heady aroma that filled her senses. Oh, what the hell… “Why not? It’s been a long week. What did you have in mind?” She was throwing caution to the wind. “How about the Mezzanine? They’ve got good drinks, and we could get a bite as well.” The Mezzanine was a trendy bistro and bar a few blocks from the agency. Perched on the 50th floor, it offered a panoramic view of New York through 360-degree glass windows. Based on the décor of a middle-eastern harem, the interior was decked out in vibrant reds, purples, blues and gold. Ornately carved beds filled with velvet pillows with raised wooden platforms in the center took the place of tables and chairs. Surrounding each “bed” were gauze and bead curtains that shielded the occupants from prying eyes. As they entered the bar, the scent of musky sandalwood incense surrounded them. The place was packed, and the only available seat was tucked far in a corner, towards the back of the bar. Ben was grateful for the spot, it was quieter and offered some privacy. Two bottles of Moet later, Cecile could feel the alcohol go to her head. An empty stomach wasn’t helping things. Ben was enjoying himself. Cecile’s guard had come down significantly and she looked like she was having a good time. The conversation flowed as easily as the champagne, and he was discovering that apart from being intelligent, she also had a great sense of humor. In the soft candlelight, her skin was luminous and milky-white. Lying on her side with her elbow propped up on cushions, her full breasts threatened to spill out of the low-cut top. The position emphasized the dip and swell of her waist and hips. Cecile looked positively ripe and luscious, with the light creating shadows in the deep valley between her breasts. Ben shifted slightly, the erection making his pants uncomfortably tight. He fervently hoped she wouldn’t notice the bulge in his pants. The Agency "It's torture, isn't it?", Jason observed aloud. Although he had made no attempt to hide his arrival, Trinity was startled to hear his voice. He could see she was distracted, but he didn't mind. It was easy to see why her mind was elsewhere. Trinity's body trembled and glistened with sweat. She was completely nude, lying on her stomach, her limbs lashed spread out and lashed down. From the V in her legs, a slight buzzing could be heard. Upon closer inspection, Jason could see a small "butterfly" vibrator strapped to her clit, the base of a 'G'-spot vibrator, and rising from the swell of her quivering ass, a set of vibrating anal beads. All of these devices were set to low, which allowed her to become aroused, but nowhere near enough to bring her to climax. In fact, even as he watched, Jason could see the 'butterfly' begin to vibrate slowly, increase speed slightly, before stopping. It then began the trip again. No matter how much she struggled, Trinity could not push herself over the edge to orgasm. Hence, the distraction. Jason stared at her body, helpless, tense, and throbbing. He knew the battle going on inside her. She didn't want these things in her, and she fought so hard to fight the pleasure they brought her. But part of her, a growing part, wanted to cum. 'And in that, lies her weakness,' he thought with a smile. An ex-lover of his had once spilled the secret to get a woman to answer any question. She had said,"Honey, you withhold an orgasm from me long enough... I will tell you where my grandmother buries her silver." Her lighthearted words of advice were the secret of his high track record. Word around the "Agency" was if you needed answers from a woman, you needed Jason Delmont on your team. He'd secure the 'witness', take her to a special lab in the Nevada desert, and come out with all your questions answered. He would almost always have even more extensive information than expected. This he would keep for his own protection. Sometimes, he would offer to sell parts of the extra information to his clients. For a modest fee of course. Most of his clients had no idea what he did to extract said information from the informants, and most were reasonably sure they didn't want to know. They just paid their fees, collected their requested information, and made sure they sent male couriers. Just to be safe. Trinity was a special case, an exception to the usual rule. It was nothing she knew that he was looking for. The information his client wanted was in the head of Trinity's father, Senator MacAllister. But no man could see his 19 year old daughter tortured like this, and not give in. The Polaroids had been delivered and Jason was now waiting for word that the required information hand been received and his fee deposited into the proper accounts. Breaking Trinity wasn't exactly part of his orders, but he always excelled at his job, and he indulged this once. He saw the inner torment in her, and knew she was close. Soon she would beg for the pleasure these unwanted intruders could provide. She would blush red with humiliation as he would make her admit aloud that she wanted to cum, needed to cum, and would do anything for the privilege. His staff hardened at the thought of her begging. He was intelligent enough to admit to himself that the begging was what made it all worthwhile. Jason leaned over her head and looked at her face. She stared back at him; her eyes were full of venom. "Are we ready to admit defeat yet?," he asked politely. Manners matter, his mom used to say. Trinity gritted her teeth, and managed to gasp out, "Get bent, asshole." Her words lacked impact, however, for as soon as she got them out she began to moan uncontrollably. All she wanted was release. Jason smiled down at her as she slowly fought to stop her groans of passion, get them under control. "Perhaps another 20 minutes then...," he walked away and, as she began to sob, his smile simply grew larger. The Agency So...my previous stories were based on fact. In this story I indulge my erotic fantasies. Imagine people are matched by some agency to be together for a few months to explore their most erotic desires. The agency screens people to align their interests and then sends them to some tropical island resort where all basic needs are taken care of - food, shelter, health-care are guaranteed. All clients are adults and for various reasons are seeking to begin new chapters of their lives. Couples are paired up and each will have a little bungalow on the beach. There are 8 bungalows scattered about forming a small community of couples all matched for the same purpose. The agency staff people are very professional and nearly invisible. They provide fresh food, laundry, emergency services if the need arises and coordinate occasional entertainment. Over the years the agency has developed a well-tested protocol to aid their clients achieving their goals. Visitors arrive singly on separate boats and are dropped off alone on little docks in various lagoons about the island. Each hikes alone into the encampment. Jill's map led her across the height of the island peak to the seaside settlement. Arriving on the island she wore trail shoes, shorts, wide-brimmed hat and a sleeveless shirt. The pack they gave her was surprisingly light as any clothes and supplies needed for her stay would be available at the cottage. Her day pack just contained some water, energy bars, sunscreen and one g-string with the string being a line of pearls. She wondered what lay ahead as she set foot on the island and the small boat departed for the base island some miles away. She followed a narrow path into a lush rainforest and saw that she had a few miles to hike. The spine of the island rose gracefully from the shining sea. It was warm and humid and the thick sweet smell of the tropics hung in the air. The thin fabric of her clothes wicked away her perspiration and she saw the wisdom of this attire. Her shirt was well vented and unbuttoned to allow a light breeze to cool her chest. She soon appreciated why they had her wear no underwear as any would be soaked from her exertion. At another little lagoon, Sean, her mate arrived with similar instructions. They had never met in person but each had seen the other's profiles and photos. She wondered how their paths would meet. Her path led me up a winding ridge. Soon the sea below revealed that the island was located among many in an archipelago linked across the blue expanse. The islands' lush and dense foliage blazed with hues of green which poked up from the blue expanse. As she climbed a light breeze stirred the humid air. At a nice viewpoint she stopped and found the water bottle. A few sips and an energy bar renewed her energy. She unbuttoned the shirt entirely and exposed her breasts to the sun. The breeze felt good on her hardening nipples. The agency had recommended no sex for two months preceding her arrival. She had nearly achieved that goal. A night with an ex-boyfriend had extended with one last tryst. As she stood bare-breasted on the ridge she yearned to meet her new mate. He had received photos of her nude and commented that they were "fantastic". She sipped more water and poured some on her chest. Her breasts jiggled as she moved about and she secretly wished that he or someone might be watching. She returned the water bottle to the pack feeling her dangling breasts sway freely as she did. She fashioned her open shirt like a bikini top by tying the tails below her breasts. The thin fabric softly cradled them like a hammock holding ripe mangoes. Her nipples pressed against the fabric tempting her to expose them again to the sun and breeze. The breeze on her bare midriff felt good. Her abs were taut from the exercises suggested by the agency. The agency's many preparations had brought her to the island at a newfound height of desire. Her loose fitting shorts were slung low on her hips. At times the breeze fluttered up the loose legs and cooled her simmering mound. She dug in the pack and found the g-string. She wondered if there was a plan for it. She held it in her hand and climbed higher on the trail. The beads felt smooth as they coiled in her fingers. As she gained elevation she wondered about her mate's path and how they'd actually meet. The agency staff said they were compatible on all levels. Her arousal and curiosity had been building for months. Soon they would meet. One nude photo of him came to her mind. He was sitting on an armchair with legs spread. His confident expression and his thick dangling member promised endless potential. The beads swung from her fingers as she went higher. During a series of stops enroute to the base island the agency personnel prepared her for landing on the island. Their hints of erotic possibilities heightened her curiosity. The young nurse who gave her a series of inoculation shots smiled suggestively when she asked why she needed so many. She assured that they were only a precaution against any tropical illnesses. She said any side effects would be minor and not unpleasant. This was intriguing and her sly look suggested the treatments would have an erotic edge. It was reassuring that her checkups were thorough and she was declared as having of a clean bill of health. Such was the case for all clients of the agency. Later at the spa treatment at the last stop before the island she enjoyed a massage and final preparation. The young attendant who expertly waxed her mons offered that she appeared ready for the island. Was she was reacting to her excited questions about the program, or did she too notice that her labia were unusually lush and succulent? Might this be due to the shots Jill wondered at the time? Had the contraceptives added benefits? On the ridge her thoughts were racing. She slipped her hand under the waistband of the shorts and felt her slick excitement. It seemed she had never been so aroused. The attendants' advice to not wear bra or panties for this hike seemed odd at the time but now made sense. She was soaked. Hiking upwards she admired the lush foliage and without thinking tugged at the loose knot tying her shirt over her breasts. The knot released and the shirt fell open to just cover them. The thin draping fabric flapped in the light breeze. She tossed the drapes aside and let the sun fall again on her full breasts. At 34C she knew they were perfect for her frame. She had worked to maintain her figure and looked younger than her age. Despite the warmth her nipples were rock hard and jutting happily atop her firm breasts. She climbed upwards and felt the wet warmth between her legs with each step. She wished that she'd encounter her mate on the trail. She knew her appearance revealed her burning desire. The sound of falling water grew louder and she came upon a small side trail leading to a narrow gorge. The trail went to a small pool beneath a cascade. The chance to rest invited her to stop. Might this be where they meet? Her burning desire for her companion overcame all modesty. She disrobed and cast her clothes beside her pack that she lodged on the bank of the pool. The exertion of the climb made her perspire such that her skin glistened in the tropical light. Her flushed appearance revealed to any watching the erotic urges erupting within. Completely at ease she stood nude by the pool. Her tight nipples and swollen labia proclaimed her thoughts. She'd seen no one since leaving the dock. The idea of now being seen rose as a major turn on and she hoped his eyes followed her. Did his hike bring Sean into the dense brush by the pool? She stretched her arms overhead and stood with legs spread. Bending forward she touched the ground and held her legs straight to stretch. Anyone behind would enjoy a full view of her mostly bald mound and open lips. Thoughts of her mate watching from a perch in the brush filled her head. She welcomed the chance to now be seen in such full readiness. Her 5'6 body had an even and all-over tan from some sessions in a tanning booth. Her skin was smooth from gentle spa treatments. A braided ponytail pulled her auburn hair back to fall between her shoulder blades. The idea of being seen excited her. She felt her round ass and imagined his hands gripping her as he lowered her to her knees. Touching between her legs revealed how much the idea turned her on. Her labia were swollen, glistening and slick. Waxing had removed every trace of her pubes save for subtle landing strip. The attendant had left a soft inviting mound. She resisted the strong temptation to play. She'd save her first island orgasm for him. She waded into the pool. The water was warm and soothing. She stopped at the depth where the water just touched her slick flowering lips. They protruded visibly below her smooth swollen pussy. She crouched and a touch of the water caused her to pause. Her senses seemed heightened. She felt the warm water lapping at her labia like wet kisses. She bent her knees slightly to lower on the wet ripples. Erotic thoughts flashed through her head. She imagined dipping like this over his soft lips as his tongue explored her creamy folds. She stood and touched her swollen slit with two fingers. Unable to resist the temptation she slipped them inside. Her pussy was creamy, tight and hot. She imagined him exploring every wet bit of her. She removed her fingers and brought them to her lips tasting her readiness. The flavor was pure erotica perhaps heightened by the scene around her. She savored the promise that his cream would be delicious and imagined how their flavors would blend. The nude photos of him in his dossier came to mind. He was certainly sexy and handsome. He looked a bit older than her. It was apparent he exercised regularly. She contemplated how sexy he looked in those nude photos. His gaze was strong and confident. His flaccid but thick cock hung heavily. From her first sight of it she wanted it. She slipped deeper into the pool and swam to the falls on the opposite bank. She floated and washed in the bubbling water. The pool was crystal clear. From above her nude form contrasted with the shimmering blue backdrop. Was he above on the hills spying his mate exhibiting herself? She swam back to where she entered and walked out onto the little patch of soft grass. She dripped beads of liquid that splattered the leafy ground. There was no rush to dress so she stayed nude and lingered on the bank. Nude she explored the edge of the pool and enjoyed the soft touch of the foliage as it brushed against her bare skin. Water droplets beaded her body. More thoughts flooded her mind. She cupped her bare breasts and hefted them as if presenting them to him. She imagined she was on her knees and his hot cock nestled between them.....then he spewed hot droplets. A moan escaped her lips revealing her desires. He was not erect in any of the photos. His soft shaft looked thick and the plum-like knob proudly capped his cock. "His cock" she whispered to no one. The words tumbled from her mouth. She now craved it. She explored more of the bank of the pool with hot drops streaking her skin. Wet beads glistened on her nipples. She used the g-string beads to tickle them. Her inner thighs were streaked from the hot dew ebbing from her pulsing vagina. The moist air would not dry her. Would he enjoy watching her rinse his seed from her tits should they return to this pool? She smiled and knew she'd find out. Constant images of sex flooded her thoughts. She was tempted to call his name. Was this because of the scene, or were her desires somehow released by all the preparations? Whatever the causes, she now burned with relentless cravings. Burning desire centered between her legs and spread throughout her body. Her nipples remained rock hard. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips. The sensation of his slick knob pulsing in her mouth was so real she blinked and swallowed hard with the pleasant thought of hot cream exploding from the pulsing tip. She nearly choked as it brought back memories of more than a few such happy occurrences. A flood of erotic images crowded her thoughts. She pictured her ex-boyfriend. The image blurred and Sean's photo of him seated legs apart on the chair focused her thoughts on the promises ahead. She swallowed hard. She returned to her clothes and debated going forward nude. He might come across her like Tarzan finding Jane. She was totally ready to be bent across some fallen tree and taken hard. The idea was appealing but he did not spring from the bush...cock engorged and eager. She was undeterred and lingered to enjoy her exhibitionism. If they did not meet on the trail she knew they would return to the pool and play out that fantasy. She toyed with the pearl g-string and slipped it on. The thin cord hugged her hips. The string of smooth pearls descended from a small front triangle of sheer mesh fabric and the pearls looped securely between her legs. She adjusted it so the string passed between her engorged slick lips. A pearl rested softly on hers. The pearl string rose up between her ass cheeks to meet the cord around her waist. She easily pictured herself as Jane in her official costume for the bush and beach. She reached down and felt the slick pearls nested between her lips. She slipped on the trail shoes and stuffed her shorts and shirt in the pack. It was light and easily carried by slinging one strap over her shoulder. The bag hung free off her side as she set out like Jane on the path to meet her man. She trekked onwards with the pearls providing a constant reminder of her arousal. She would do him now in an instant she thought. No need for niceties or tender advances. This Jane would match Tarzan for animal lust. Her breasts jiggled as she walked. Her toned arms grazed them as she stroke up the path. She crested the hill and began the descent down the far side of the island. Below appeared a crescent beach with small bungalows spaced along the tree line. Her pace quickened. The pearls tingled between her swollen lips. She saw windsurfers riding the waves beyond the break and knew others might be about. Somewhat reluctantly she stopped and wiggled on her shorts. They were quite short and exposed her slender legs. The shorts laced in front forming a V that extended to her crotch. She loosened the laces leaving them wide open at the top and closing as the V neared her slit. She then rolled the top as a cinched band. Much of her taut belly was now exposed and the g-string looped about her bare waist. The sheer front patch of the g-string was visible under the loose laces. Her garb revealed how expertly she was waxed. She loved being topless and reluctantly donned the shirt. It immediately felt restricting so she only buttoned one to fasten it closed just above her belly button. Her nipples tingled and refused to soften. Maybe this was permanent she contemplated thinking again of the side effects of the shots. She descended the trail quickly now. The g-string provided a constant reminder of her arousal. Her stride made her top flutter open and closed revealing flashes of her firm breasts. At the base of the hill she came upon signs of habitation. The path she followed appeared more trodden than it had been higher on the hill. The foliage was thinner here and a small welcome center appeared as she neared the edge of the beach. It combined as a small country store, recreation center, and reception area. Kayaks were loaded on racks and she half expected to encounter some guests. The scene was empty however and she let herself into the low slung building. A young woman sat at a table which held reservation packets. She was dressed comfortably in what was the agency's uniform -- a fitted tropical shirt, shorts, and sandals. Her smile greeted the new arrival as an invitation to sit. Her friendliness was comforting and the half-dressed guest sat at the desk. "I'm Amy. Welcome to the island!" It was hard for Jill to exit the jungle, let go of her erotic reverie and attend to her check-in. Anyone could see she had arrived as a hot mess dripping with dirty desires. The place looked civilized and Jill wanted wanton sex. Amy was charming and did not reveal her appraisal of what the mountain lion dragged in. The girl from the jungle struggled to regain some decorum. Jill realized that her garb was quite revealing about the time she realized Amy too was revealing her charms. Amy used only a few buttons that strained to secure her thin blouse. That Amy had no reaction to her appearance was reassuring. She must be used to seeing people arrive this way Jill thought as she sat at Amy's desk. Amy provided her a quick explanation of the layout of the community. Jill had known this from the materials provided earlier and she listened politely. Amy did not need to elaborate and saw Jill's distraction. Jill suspected this was the standard orientation. There would be a welcome reception the following evening for new arrivals. Jill scanned the bright beach outside the center. Her eyes followed the curve of the shore and found the windsurfers streaking across the sea. "Four couples arrive today" Amy advised. Jill returned her gaze to her. Amy smiled patiently and brushed strands of sun-lightened brunette curls from her face. Her bright green eyes twinkled and Jill realized she was quite beautiful. Jill saw her run her slender finger over the list of guests and then mark a box next to Jill's name. Amy handed her a small packet of welcome materials that Jill slipped into her bag. Amy's posture revealed clearly that she was braless. The buttons of her top struggled as her blouse restrained her full breasts as she passed a packet over to Jill. Jill guessed her as at least full C's. "Sean has not yet arrived" Amy informed Jill "but is expected sometime during the afternoon." Jill was sure she knew she burned to meet him. Jill saw that Amy was observing her simmering sexuality. Did she know she was ready to pounce on him? Jill suspected she was well aware that her sensual arousal was at the point of explosion. It was clearly the point of the entire entry process and Amy must see quite a parade of sex-starved travelers. As the women chatted, a man entered the building, said "hello" to no one in particular, and proceeded to the store area. Jill watched him appreciatively. Momentarily she thought he might be her partner. The man's easy demeanor gave the sense that he was totally familiar with the scene and not a new arrival like Jill. He was very fit, tanned, athletic and totally nude save for a cord tied around his waist. He wore sunglasses and carried a cloth satchel. Jill liked that the place was very laid back and such a display was so casually emitted and accepted. Jill exhaled softly as she admired his sexy physique and gorgeous cock. Semi-hard, his member jutted from his taut belly and arced towards the floor. He had very little body hair trimmed short which struck her as sexy. He quietly gathered some food items, seemingly oblivious to the girls, and put them in his small tote bag. Turning to gaze into their portion of the center, he realized there were two women sitting in the adjacent reception area. He waved and made no effort to cover his nudity. Having completed his shopping, he bid hello to Amy, the receptionist. As he did, he recognized that Jill was a new arrival. His face brightened into a wide smile and he walked over to welcome her. "Forgive me" he apologized "I was so intent on getting some fresh fruit." He swung the bag to show his selections. His cock swayed hypnotically as he did so. "I didn't realize you are new here." "I'm Jill" jungle girl replied and she moved to get up to greet him. His complete nudity and dark tan tore the lid off the dirty desires Jill struggled to hide. Her skin flushed and heat built between her legs. The Agency Bending at her hips, Cecile’s pert ass lifted into Ben’s line of sight. Her skirt had ridden up a little, and the lacy tops of black thigh-high stockings and garter belt peeped out from the high slit in her skirt. As she struggled with the folder, her ass wiggled and swayed and her skirt rode up a little bit more. Ben could now see the naked skin of her milky white thighs as she wrestled with the bookshelf. Folder in hand, she turned around. Her cheeks were flushed from the exertion, and her waist-long black hair tumbled down her shoulders and chest. This was about when Ben’s control snapped. At this point, he pretty much didn’t give a fuck about anything except getting into her panties. Flipping through the folder, Ben casually paced the room as he pretended to be deeply engrossed in its contents. Standing by the glass panels by the door, he fiddled with the little stick that controlled the angle of the venetian blinds. Good, Gina – Cecile’s secretary – wasn’t around. He pulled the blinds shut and inconspicuously locked the door. Tossing the deck on the couch, he walked over to Cecile. She was standing at the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out into the picturesque view from the 38th floor. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he leaned in and whispered in her ear. “You may think I’m full of shit, but I couldn’t stop thinking of you all weekend. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt for a woman, and frankly, I’ve never met a woman quite like you.” His finger crept to her ear, caressing the small lobe and trailing to her jawline. “I’m gonna be straight with you. I like you – a lot. I know the fact that I’m your boss complicates things a little. But hell, I’ve never been the sort to let convention get in the way of what I want. And I get this feeling that you like me too. So, I fully intend to fuck you hard today, and pursue you thereafter. If you have any objections, please state them now.” Cecile was stunned, her heart was beating so hard and fast, she felt about ready to pass out. The wetness and throbbing between her legs had risen to a fever pitch. She was lost for words and her throat felt dry and raw. “Can I take your silence for a ‘yes’?” Skimming across her leather-clad shoulders, one hand caressed the slender column of her smooth neck. He could feel her pulse beating furiously in her throat, her chest rising and falling in deep breaths. Unfastening the top two buttons of her jacket, he dipped under the leather and found a full bra-less breast. Kneading and squeezing the full, chiffon covered mound, he pinched a hard nipple, rolling it between finger and thumb. His other hand dragged the soft leather of her skirt upwards, exposing smooth stocking-clad thighs. Cecile’s mesh panties were soaked through with her juices. Pulling the skimpy mesh to the side, Ben slipped his finger into her wet slit, rubbing the slick pussy lips. A soft moan escaped from Cecile’s lips, an intelligible sound of assent. “That is a definitive ‘yes’ I gather? Good, because I’ve been dying for this…” Sliding a long finger into her tight hole, he thrust in a steady motion, relishing the feel of her clenching pussy walls, slick with moisture. Cecile felt faint. All the blood in her head seemed to have rushed to her throbbing clit. Just a little more and she was ready to come, the pressure building unbearably in her pussy. Cecile’s hips ground down on his finger, her hand slamming onto the glass of the window, bracing for an orgasm. Ben could feel the contractions start as her pussy clamped down on his finger. Forcing a second finger into her tight hole, he finger fucked her in a savage rhythm, her juices running down his palm. “Oh god, oh god… ohh… ohhhhhh…” Cecile’s entire body tensed as she came hard and fast, a strangled moan escaping her lips as she stared blankly out the window with passion-glazed eyes. Sagging against Ben, she could feel his erection press against the small of her back. He was as hard as a rock. Ben slid his fingers out of her sopping hole, and ripped the flimsy mesh panties from her hips and slipped them into his pocket. “I’ll be keeping these. To tide me over till the day’s over. Or till I get to fuck you at least.” Disheveled and panting, Cecile stared at the bulge in Ben’s pants. She wanted his cock, and she wanted it now. With an aggression she’d never felt before, Cecile pushed Ben roughly backwards till he fell back onto the couch. Undoing the rest of the buttons on her jacket, she shrugged it off and let it fall to her floor, revealing her full breasts under the sheer chiffon top. Unhooking her skirt, it dropped to the floor to join the forgotten jacket. Standing there in only stockings, garter belt and transparent blouse, her pussy glistened with juices from her recent orgasm. Dropping to her knees, Cecile roughly shoved Ben’s knees apart. Unbuckling his belt and unzipping his belt with a swift movement, she dragged his pants and boxers off his hips. Cecile’s breath caught in her throat. He had a beautiful cock. Thick, with a mushroom head, it had veins running down its length. Gripping the straight shaft in her small hand, she gently pumped his cock. Dipping her head, her small tongue flicked out to catch a pearly drop of pre-cum. It was salty-sweet, with a faintly astringent flavor – absolutely delicious. Cupping his heavy testicles in her hand, she squeezed gently as her wet velvety tongue lapped the entire length of his hard cock. When her warm mouth completely engulfed the throbbing head of Ben’s cock, she could feel it twitch and expand a delicious fraction. Sucking in her cheeks and creating a tight vacuum in her mouth, she held his cock in a tight vise. With a tongue flattened against the underside, his cock slowly disappeared into the cave of her greedy mouth. She was ravenous, sucking and licking at his cock like a starving woman. “Jeez CeCe… You gotta slow down… I’m… Fuuuck… I’m gonna come if you don’t slow down.” Cecile ignored Ben, she wanted to feel his creamy semen fill her mouth. She gripped the base of his shaft and followed the strokes of her mouth. Her mouth made an unrelenting assault on his cock as Ben’s hands gripped the armrest of the couch, his hips thrusting upwards to meet her downward strokes. Cecile’s silky hair cascaded over his thighs, the ebony tendrils tickling his aching balls. She felt his cock twitch, and in a heartbeat, a scalding gush of cum hit the back of her throat. She held his pumping cock in her mouth as she lapped up the last drops of creamy semen from his softening cock. “Fuck… You damn near killed me woman.” Ben rasped in a hoarse voice. Cecile licked her lips as she rested her head on Ben’s hard thigh as a rapturous languor stole over her, the cool air of the room was punctuated only by the couple’s erratic breathing. A piercing ring shattered the peaceful silence and Cecile jumped to her feet. Grabbing the receiver of the ringing telephone, she unconsciously smoothed her hair, trying desperately to compose herself. “Hello? Uh… yes, it’s ready… Uh huh, it’s on the shared drive, just email it to him… Ok, thanks… Bye.” Ben was still lounging on the couch, pants undone. His now soft cock still glistened with a mixture of her saliva and his semen. Cecile pulled on her skirt and shook out her long hair, fingers gently untangling the knots. Glancing at her reflection in the glass window, she was dismayed to see a flushed sweaty visage – a woman who looked like she had recently been fucked. Tucking a tendril behind her ear, she smoothed her hair and pulled on her jacket. Rising from the couch, Ben strode over and hugged her tight from behind. “I meant everything I said. I’d be the happiest guy on earth if you’d give this – us – a chance. Take a ride with this poor bastard, who knows, it could be good.” “It’s just that it’s so complicated. I’ve worked fucking hard to get where I am, and I’m damn good at what I do. The last thing I need is vicious gossip undermining all that.” “Hey, shit happens ok? I don’t know about you, but it’s not often I find someone who makes me feel this way, and there’s no way in hell I’m gonna let it slip away without giving it a shot.” Cecile smiled, and slipped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest. He was right, good things were few and far between, and good men were rarer still. For the first time in her life, Cecile let her heart take the lead. She looked up at him with trusting eyes, gave him a smile sweet enough to make his knees go week and planted a soft kiss on his chin. “Glad I got you straightened out girl. Now I’m hungry and I say we make like pigs and eat?” * * * * * The rest of the day seemed like an eternity. The hours crawled by and Ben found himself glancing at the clock too often for his liking. Caressing her underwear in his pocket, he could feel his cock stiffen again. Ben couldn’t wait to see Cecile again. He was fighting the temptation to leave work early and take Cecile with him, but she was stuck in a team brainstorm session till 4pm. Just another hour to go, and everyone would be gone… Cecile felt positively naked. A composed facade disguised the quivers of arousal piercing her pussy as she moderated the flurry of ideas pouring from her team. Between a planner, art director, copywriter and herself, they concluded the meeting with a pretty kick-ass campaign. 5.30pm. Ben felt like a dirty little boy as he stalked up and down the rows of cubicles, checking if anyone was still around. It was Monday, no one would still be here, but he was paranoid. The thought of fucking Cecile was getting him hotter by the minute. A final sweep of the lower levels reassured him they were all alone. Creeping silently towards her office, he could see her sitting at her desk, typing furiously at her laptop. Barging into her office, he slammed the door behind him and locked it. Snapping the blinds closed, he slowly and deliberately pushed the screen of her powerbook shut. “Office hours are over. I’m not known as a patient man, and I reckon I’ve waited far too long for this. I want you to get up and stand right here.” Gesturing to a position in front of her desk, Ben took a seat on the couch, arms outstretched on the back. She glared at him, annoyed at being so rudely interrupted. How dare he be so presumptuous? And so goddamn arrogant? As pissed off as she was, she found herself obeying his chauvinist order, and getting very turned on as well. Sauntering to take her place at the prescribed position, she spread her legs, planting both hands on her hips, shooting him a willful stare. “Good. Now strip – slowly. I want to see all of you.” If a show was what he wanted, she’d give him a show he’d never forget! Reaching up, she pulled the elastic band holding her long hair in a ponytail, shaking it loose in an exaggerated motion. Slowly running her hands up her hips, she cupped her breasts under the leather of her jacket. One by one, she unfastened the buttons and spread the lapels of her jacket wide, revealing the cleft between the creamy globes of her breasts. Letting the jacket fall to the floor, Cecile reached behind her to unhook her skirt and pull down the zip. Hooking her thumbs on the waistband, she wiggled out of the tight skirt, breasts bouncing with each movement. With a grand flourish, she whipped the sheer top over her head, tossing her hair back for greater effect. Cecile’s little strip show was certainly having an effect on Ben. His cock felt cramped and uncomfortable in his pants. By now, he had unzipped his fly and released his hard aching cock from its confines. Stroking himself lightly, he was enjoying himself immensely. “Stop. Turn around, I want to see your hot ass. Good, that’s it… Now, spread your legs and bend over. Put your hands on the desk and keep them there.” Cecile complied, bending deep at the waist and lifting tight ass and her wet hairless slit high in the air. Her full breasts swayed and bounced as she gave her ass a little wiggle. Raising the ante a notch, she reached between her legs and fingered her clit. Coating a finger with her juices, she slipped the tip into a wet, pink pussy. Working the tip in and out of her small hole, she slowly thrust an entire finger in up to the knuckle. Sliding the finger in and out, she finger fucked herself furiously, gasping out a strangled moan. Ben was enjoying the view of Cecile’s widespread pussy. Her pale skin contrasted deliciously with the black lacy garter belt and stockings. Her pert ass was raised high, the pastel butterfly wings accentuating the deep cinch of her waist. Her finger and hand was coated with pearlescent juices that now streamed down the sides of her thighs, staining the tops of the thigh high stockings and heavy breasts bounced and jiggled with every breath and movement. This game had played on long enough. Ben hastily stripped off his shirt and yanked his pants from around his ankles. Kicking his shoes and pulling off his socks, Ben crossed the distance between the couch and Cecile’s waiting pussy. Placing a hand over hers, he pulled her finger out of Cecile’s dripping pussy and brought it to his mouth. Drawing the finger deep into his mouth, he sucked off the sweet pussy juices that covered it, savoring the musky spicy flavor. Letting the large head of his cock glide up and down her wet slit, Ben positioned himself at the entrance of her pulsing wet hole. Gripping her small waist, he braced himself and rammed his hard cock up to the hilt. Cecile squealed as his thick penis stretched her pussy wide, filling her to bursting. Ben held still, relishing the feel of her tight pussy wall gripping his cock. Fuck, she was so wet… Pulling back slowly, he let his cock slide out till he was almost out of her pussy and slammed in back in as hard as he could. Ben kept the rhythm slow, with deep hard strokes. Cecile was panting, her breathing coming in short gasps. He could see her shoulders shuddering, her thighs trembling against his. A loud scream escaped her lips as a shattering orgasm engulfed Cecile, her pussy clamping down on the thick cock inside her as waves of pleasure rippled through her small body. Slowing his thrusts, Ben stroked her hair and swept it over her shoulder. Cecile’s back glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration, shoulders wracked with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Blowing lightly across her back, his warm breath felt like a caress on her heated skin. He was still hard, buried deep inside her. Pulling out of the warm cavern of her vagina, he turned her around to admire her beautiful face. It was flushed, her lips full and red. Her eyes were wet and glistening, the cerulean now darkened to a midnight blue. Carelessly sweeping away the contents of her desk, papers fluttered to the ground, the clatter of stationery joining the sound of their heavy breathing that lingered in the still air. Lifting her easily, Ben positioned Cecile’s ass on the edge of the mahogany desk. Without preamble this time, he thrust his throbbing cock back into her widespread, dripping pussy. Pumping hard and fast, he kept his strokes short and shallow, stretching her wet pussy lips wide with the thicker base of his cock. Cecile’s head fell back as she desperately tried to prop herself up with trembling arms. The force of his savage thrusts jerked her entire body back, and she weak arms gave out from under her. She let herself fall back to lie on the desk, small hands gripping the scalloped edge of the table. Ben lifted her legs over his broad shoulders, spreading her thighs wider allowing for even deeper thrusts. Keeping up the rapid strokes, one hand massaged a plump breast as a thumb circled her clit. “Oh fuuuck… Ben… baby… I’m coming!!! Oh god, oh god, oh god…” She was chanting his name, incoherent as another orgasm gripped her. Her hips bucked and ground against him wildly and her hands a vise-like grip on his straining forearms. Ben could feel his control slipping away as the pressure built in his balls. Scooping her against him, he gripped her firm ass and stood up. In a few strides, he slammed her up against the wall and continued his frenzied fucking. Cecile clung on, wrapping her long slender legs around his hips and locking her ankles behind his back. Reaching out to caress Ben’s hard jaw, she trailed soft kisses from his cheek down his neck. Tenderly stroking his hair, she nibbled and sucked on the tendons of his neck. Cecile could feel the familiar pressure of another orgasm building up in her. As the tension broke, she bit down hard on his shoulder, her small teeth leaving a little crescent bite mark on his skin. The pain, coupled with the pleasure of her tight wet pussy sent Ben over the edge. “Christ… CeCe baby, I’m coming… Ohhh fuuuck… Can I come in you baby?” “Yesss… oh god yesss… come on me pleeease…” He thrust deep, and a hot stream of semen flooded into her as Ben came in an intense orgasm. Buried deep in her scalding pussy, his head rested heavily on Cecile’s shoulder as the aftershocks abated. The two stayed locked in embrace for what seemed to be an eternity, their deep breaths intermingling with each other’s. As their heart rate slowed to normal, Ben pulled gently out of Cecile, lowering her to the ground. Gathering her into his arms, Ben carried her over to the couch and laid her pliable body down. Squeezing in next to her on the narrow two-seater, the couple clung tightly to each other. Ben wrapped his arms protectively around Cecile’s petite frame, as she nuzzled her face into his chest. There they lay in slumberous languor, enjoying the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking. “Baby, you’re amazing” Ben tilted her chin up to face him. “I’m a big believer of trusting my instincts. And my instincts are telling me that I love you. My smart-ass… beautiful… funny… sexy CeCe.” Ben stroked her hair lovingly, punctuating each word with soft kisses on her forehead, cheeks, nose and chin. * * * * * Ben and Cecile stepped out onto the pavement, the city still buzzing. Amidst the sea of endless traffic, strangers and noise, two people felt completely alone, wrapped up in their hazy, blissful cocoon of love.