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The Chance

By: boldnsassy



She sat at the bar, one long leg crossed over the other, sipping on her third dirty martini as she watched raindrops slide down the steam-frosted windows that took up the upper half of each wall, giving patrons such as herself a stellar view of the city skyline. She glanced out at the darkening sky, looking at the lights that were popping up as the sun sank below the horizon. The vermouth slid smoothly down her throat and she sighed, knowing that tonight was just going to be one of those nights. The bar was quiet; only a few regulars graced the sofas and chairs spread in conversation groups around the cozy room. She heard the quiet hum of meaningless chatter, punctured by the occasional laugh, and wished that she wasn't alone. But, like so many other wishes she'd had over her twenty-five years, it went unheeded. She'd been alone, in the truest sense, for a very long time. 

Of course there had been a few men here and there; she liked sex as much as the next woman did-passionate, no-holds barred, take-me now sex. The occasional one-night stand every few months was enough intimacy for her, and when it wasn't, batteries worked just as well. Her friends, for the most part, had settled into comfortable long-term relationships. She was the loner, the one without a 'significant other' as everyone called them these days. But for her it was a choice, a conscious decision. She wouldn't let anyone get too close to her. Once-burned, twice-shy, she thought, lifting her glass to her lips and draining it. 

She felt the air shift around her seconds before a large hand settled on her bare shoulder. She turned, tensing, ready to face the threat should it be there. It wasn't, she realized, relaxing as he slid onto the bar stool next to her. He signaled the bartender, ordering another martini for her and a beer for him. "You left the party early," he said casually as his long, tanned fingers wrapped around the glass. 

"That I did," she said easily, her lithe fingers idly sliding up and down the stem of the martini glass. "Even though I'm still dressed for it," she said with a low, husky laugh, glancing down at herself. She was still in the skintight wine-colored off-the-shoulder dress she'd worn to the dinner party. She uncrossed her legs, the dress sliding high on her thighs as she changed legs, crossing her left over her right. She tapped her silver stiletto against the bar stool, pleased with the slight ping the movement produced. 

"You know," he said, "I'm starting to feel a bit like your keeper." He grinned to himself, knowing his comment would cause an eruption of some sort.

She tossed her head, turning to glare at him, fire flaring in her stormy slate blue eyes. "No man will ever be my keeper," she said fiercely. 

He hid his smirk. "Someday some man will-but not this one. I'm not dumb enough to attempt it," he remarked. "Or maybe I just know you too well," he added, watching her fingers tighten almost imperceptibly around the stem of her glass, knowing she was all too capable of throwing it's contents in his face. 

Instead, she threw her head back and downed the martini in one gulp, then grabbed her clutch, stood, and signaled the bartender. He slid his hand around her forearm, slapped a twenty on the bar, and rose from his stool. They were both silent as she stalked from the bar, shaking his hand from her arm as he trailed after her. Her long legs ate up the ground beneath her as she strode down the sidewalk, headed for her condo. 

"Doesn't that hurt your feet?" he asked, keeping up with her easily. She didn't even turn around, but picked up the pace, moving as quickly as she could in her heels. "Hey," he said, taking her arm and spinning her around, "Come on. My car's right there. I'll drive you home before you break an ankle." He saw the indecision in her face, knowing that she was proud enough to walk the mile rather than let him drive her home. 

"Fine," she hissed, stalking to his car. He unlocked the doors and opened hers, closing it behind her. He walked around the back and climbed in, sliding the key in the ignition. The car started easily and he pulled away from the curb, heading down the street. 

"Where are we going?" she said as he missed the turn to her condo. 

"I just want to show you something," he said, sliding a hand over to rest on her thigh. He felt her leg muscles tense beneath his hand. She was always on the defensive. It drove him crazy. It made him hurt for her. And, at the same time, it made him want her more than anything. He'd never met another woman with that much fire. There was passion simmering just under the surface, and he was sick and tired of letting her waste it on the occasional creep she took home and kicked out the next morning without so much as a word. 

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at the beach. He parked the car and came around to open her door. "What are we doing here?" she asked, climbing from the car and sliding her heels off, taking them in her hand. 

"Walk with me," he said, taking her free hand in his. She didn't try to remove it, surprising him. Maybe she'd had more to drink than he thought. They walked to the water's edge, letting the waves wash over their toes as they strolled leisurely down the stretch of deserted sand. No one else was crazy enough to walk on the beach at midnight in the rain. Or desperate enough, he amended. But he'd waited long enough for her, and his patience had worn thin. 

"Why'd you leave the party?" he asked, breaking the silence. 

She glanced at him. "We both know I didn't really belong there," she answered quietly. 

"Why the hell not?" he asked fiercely. "You've been friends with Lily and Adam for long than I have, and I've known them forever." 

She stopped, looking out at the waves, wiggling her toes as the cold water rushed over them. The wind coming off the water blew her hair in her face, but she didn't try to push it back. She liked the feeling; the wildness, the chaos. It suited her. She was as untamable as the storm swirling around them and raging inside her. "We both know that I'm not like the rest of you," she said, raising her chin in defiance against the rain being thrown against them. 

"You're too much like the rest of us and it bugs the hell out of you, doesn't it? If you had it your way it would be you against the rest of the world. Well, you know what? I'm sick and tired of this woe is me shit. Yeah, you got burnt. Two fucking years ago. And you still haven't let it go, have you? You know why? Because you're terrified it'll happen again, and all you really want, deep down, is to be loved by someone who actually means it!" he ranted, throwing his hands in the air. 

She stood very still, so still he could've sworn she wasn't even breathing. Then she turned, and he saw the sheen of tears in her eyes. He reached a hand out, worried he'd gone too far; worried he'd said far too much. She turned back, facing the waves crashing against the sand. His hand met her cool skin and she took off, running back the way they'd came. He took off after her, slowly eating up the ground between them. He caught up to her, spinning her around. They tumbled to the sand, breathing hard. He straddled her, dodging her fists as she tried to clobber him with her shoes. "God damn it, stop that!" 

She turned her face as he pinned her arms above her head. "Fuck you," she whispered, a sob catching in her throat.

"Don't tempt me," he barked.

She turned her head, meeting his eyes as her own widened in surprise. 

He saw the tears, watched them overflow until they were running down her cheeks, meeting with the raindrops and sliding down her chest. "Don't cry. Please don't cry," he said desperately. "I'm sorry. So sorry," he said, leaning down to nuzzle against her. He felt her chest heaving as she tried to hold back her sobs and he felt like dirt. He'd pushed her too far. He rose up above her again, ready to let her go, ready to take her home and forget about this madness. But then his eyes met hers and he was lost. She was so damn hungry, and it showed; hungry for love, hungry for affection, and he was going to give it to her if it killed him. 

With a groan he lowered his head, opening her lips with his. Her tongue slid silkily against his and he growled low in his throat, his mouth pushing fiercely against hers. He took them both deep, his hands releasing her wrists and sliding down her body to her hips, which were rising to cradle his hard cock. She whimpered into his mouth and he caught the sound, sliding his hands under her dress to grab her ass. He gripped hard, pushing his cock against her as his tongue mated with hers. She arched her back, pushing up against him, wanting more. Her legs wrapped around his back and pulled him tighter against her warmth.

He slid her dress down below her tits, groaning as he took one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, lashing her with his tongue. His other hand slid from her ass to her pussy. "Fuck me," he swore, releasing her nipple as his fingers encountered hot, wet, smooth skin. "No panties?" He stroked her, his lips moving to the soft skin of her neck, sucking and kissing her throat as his fingers slid along her damp slit. He ran one finger up to rub against her clit as his thumb slid deep into her tight wet pussy, both of them moaning as he teased her. "You're so fucking wet," he growled, sliding his thumb in and out of her. She contracted around his finger, milking it as he circled her clit. He looked down, watching her pussy take his thumb. He slid it from her, then took two of his fingers and hooked them inside her, grinning as her hips arched to ride his hand. "You like that, don't you baby?" he rasped, sliding his lips over her nipple before flicking it with his tongue. 

She whimpered, arching her back and pushing more of her breast into his hot mouth. "I need you in me," she whispered, "Now." She wrapped her legs high around his back, pulling him down to her and raising her lips to his. She slid a hand down his chest and stomach until her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him through his pants. He thrust into her hand, groaning as her fist moved up and down his cock. She slid her hand beneath his waistband, feeling him shudder as her cool fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. "I want to feel this in me," she said, leaning up to bite his neck playfully. 

He pushed her hand from him and unzipped his fly. He looked down at her, spread out on the sand. Her dress had ridden up her thighs and he could see her smooth pussy, glistening with juice. He hardened even further, his hand stroking his cock as he watched her. "Fuck me," she whispered, "Now!" He lowered himself over her, his cock sliding against her wet entrance. His lips once again went to her nipple and he sucked hard, drawing it deep into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue over and over. She wriggled beneath him, her legs wrapping high around his back. His cock settled in her slit, sliding easily against her clit. 

She reached down, wrapping her hand around his dick, using the head to stroke her clit. "You're so fucking sexy," he said, thrusting against her. Her hips arched high, forcing his cock against her. Her body tightened, tensing. "That's it, baby. Cum for me," he whispered fiercely, watching her hips rise and fall. He slid a hand to her chest and took a nipple between his fingers, pinching gently. He leaned down, mouthing her neck while she moved his cock against her wet pussy, slipping and sliding as she strained to get herself to the edge. He rocked against her, driving his cock hard against her clit. His fingers tightened, pinching her nipple hard. She gasped, moving her hips wildly, moving his rock hard cock to meet her aching clit. Seconds later she exploded, her back arching as she screamed, juice flowing from her wet pussy to coat his dick. "That's it, sweetheart. I love it when you cum for me," he said as he slid his cock down to tease the entrance to her tight, hot, wet pussy. 

He watched as she came back down, rubbing the head of his cock between her wet lips. Her eyes focused on him and she smiled. With a grin he drove his cock deep into her depths, groaning as her eyes slid closed with pleasure. "Fuck yes," she moaned. "Fuck me good." He thrust deep, spearing her with his cock. Her pussy wrapped tight around him, contracting on his cock as she lifted her hips to meet him. He growled low in his throat, pounding her wet pussy for all it was worth. He fucked her as hard as he could, slamming in and out of her, his balls slapping firmly against her ass. He felt her body tense and he drove deeper, lifting her legs over his shoulders as he fucked into her. "Oh yes," she whimpered, hands rising to run over his shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders, lifting herself to take his cock deep. Her head rose off the sand and he felt her mouth on his throat. "Fuck....I'm cumming!" she screamed, biting his shoulder. With a growl he let himself go, slamming into her wet pussy one last time. He held himself deep as he exploded in her, hands grabbing her hips hard, forcing her to take every last drop. 

With a groan he collapsed against her, wrapping her in his arms. He felt her shiver and he grinned, still buried deep inside the warmth of her body. He ran his mouth along her neck and up to her ear. "Come home with me," he whispered. She pushed him up, looking at his face warily. "Shhh," he said, laying a finger on her lips as she started to speak, "No arguments. I've wanted you for a long time. You just didn't know it. And, just so you know, this isn't another one-night stand. You're mine now and you're going to stay that way." He slid her dress down to cover her, then rose and pulled her up with him. He knew she'd fight him eventually. But any woman worth her salt was a challenge. He'd just have to come out on top.

The Chance Cafe



What a neat idea, Ted thought. He'd been down Lexington a couple of times a week all semester from his room to his classes at the university and he hadn't even noticed the Chance Café, down on the lower level under a hippy New Age gear store.

A cyber café, he quickly figured out from a scan of the membership agreement, where you could hook up with other guys in cyber space in comfort. It was sort of a closed men's club—a dating service, where you checked in at the membership desk—really a private little room—the first time, and someone actually took the measurements himself and filled in the vital information on your club Web site profile and took your picture for posting. Then one could be quite sure who they were talking to and what they looked like and how they measured up. It wasn't subject to personal exaggeration.

It was a closed site only accessible from the other Chance Cafés, wherever they were, and when you wanted to browse the members' pages of those currently on line and chat with them one-on-one, they had cubicles where you could do that—very privately, other than the open door from the corridor. So, if the conversation got hot, you could comfortably get hot too.

The whole issue of false advertising had been what had turned Ted off about any of these Internet dating services, and he certainly didn't think he had anything to be ashamed of in his own vital statistics, so there was nothing that bothered him about either having a hunky guy gather his statistics—which had led to a proposition that Ted had politely fended off—or having these statistics placed on a profile with his picture—as long as it was a very, very private club and he'd be talking with some guy safely off in Cleveland somewhere.

Ted had fucked with guys before—well, a couple of times. But he'd always found the fantasy of cyber chat and of dirty talk with a guy in cyber space as so much more arousing than the actual fuck, and a good background for masturbating. Plus, he had this imaginary picture of the guy who would be fucking him—a muscle-bound hunk who would overpower him and sink an extra-long dick in him—and none of Ted's actual coupling partners had lived up to that in any way. He was going to a somewhat geeky school. Very good academically, but most of the men students were the indoor, quiet type who felt well fucked only by a complicated computer program.

But Ted had to laugh at that thought as he stood in the little room off the reception area of the Chance Café and had his dick measured. Here he was not very far from choosing to be fucked by a computer rather than a real man himself.

Ted had been sorely tempted to take the guy checking his stats up on his proposition. He was a nicely bulked-up Scandinavian type with a broad smile and a very nice thick cock of his own, which he had been quite proud to show Ted for comparison purposes while he was measuring and propositioning him.

"I've got my own nice little private cubicle right back here," the attendant had said. "I can hook into a live sex session on my computer, and you can watch it while I bend you over and fuck you deep. How about it?"

Ted had looked at what the guy was packing and was intrigued by the thick gold ball he had pierced to the underside of the cock right under the rim of his bulb. That alone sent little chills up Ted's spine. Nothing like the fucking he'd done in small study apartments with the other computer geeks. He wondered how that gold ball would feel running up and down his inner channel. But Ted was just too shy to more than fantasize about how that might feel.

Alone in the booth and with his still-to-be-completed profile backlit on the screen before him, Ted couldn't get the image of the attendant's gold ball-enhanced cock out of his mind. Why did he shrink from being cocked with something as exotic as that? He knew he wanted more than he'd been getting. That was why he'd checked out this cyber café and continued with the membership procedure after he heard what it was all about. He could find stuff to wank to in the privacy of his own room.

He was here because he wanted to kick it up a level—wanted to masturbate in a more public venue—and to something that stepped it all up a notch—to the fucking words of someone in another Chance Café somewhere, sitting, as he was, in a semiprivate booth in front of a computer with a Web cam. Actually being able to see each other, each other forming the words, as they sat there and masturbated themselves to the fucking words of the other guy in some distant club.

What the hell, Ted, thought, and he threw all caution to the wind. He registered under the name of teddybear4u and tapped in likes and dislikes that described a submissive for muscle hunks. In truth that was his fantasy, so why should he hold back? It was all fantasy anyway. No pretty boys for him. He wanted to see a thug on the screen. And cock? The bigger the better. And, still thinking of that gold bar on the underside of the attendant's cock, he specified that he liked thick cock rings and toys. And forceful. Yes, forceful—don't take no for an answer.

Ted pushed the submit button and laid back in the chair, eyes closed. Waiting to see what, if anything came up in a match. He heard the ding in less than a five-minute wait, but he had no idea what it was.

"Scoot your chair back and take your shirt off."

What? Ted heard the voice, but he had no idea where it was coming from. It seemed to be coming from the computer. He opened his eyes and then he opened them very wide indeed. His profile was no longer what was appearing on the screen. What he saw was a biker type all leathered out and sitting in a chair away from the video cam wherever he was recording from. It was a cubicle much like the one Ted was in.

That was fast, Ted thought. It was intriguing what the system matched him up with in such a short time. And it was a bit surprising how his profile requests had been interpreted. But from the way his cock was hardening, the match up must have been done well.

Bulky, hard pecs, bulging biceps. Not fat, but a good hard belly that had seen its share of beer. Dark. The overall visage of darkness and danger. Black curly hair, covering pecs and moving down the sternum and belly into a pubic bush from which protruded a thick cock hung down between spread thighs at the front of the desk chair. A thick silver cock ring—just as Ted had ordered. The guy was wearing a black leather hat, a black leather vest that didn't close across his chest, and black shiny boots that reached up almost to his knees. Nothing else, except an insistent, mocking stare.

As Ted watched, the guy leaned forward toward the screen and took his cock in a beefy hand and repeated in a gruff, commanding voice, "Scoot back in the chair and take off your shirt. Now!"

Meekly, a chill of thrill going down his spine, Ted pushed his chair back and lifted his T-shirt over his head.

"Aw, nice little chicken," the computer screen muttered. "Straighten up and lean back in the chair. Now run your hands up your chest. Yes, like that. Finger your nipples. Make them puff out for me. Now!"

Another ding from the computer and it went to split screen. Another hulky hunk. More a bodybuilder this time. Red hair, freckles, lightly tanned hairless flesh where the first guy was dark and hairy. A perfectly sculpted body. Squared-jawed chiseled features on a thick neck. Completely naked and sitting away from the video cam as the first guy was—both guys with computer mouses in their hands on long cords. Heavy-muscled spread thighs, big balls resting on the vinyl of the desk chair seat, stubby little cock in repose, but thick, and crowned with a big gold stud with a ruby-colored gem in the center. This one had already started. He had his hips rolled up and his hand was slowly working a long purple dildo into his hole.

Ted was reacting to the first guy. The second guy just sat there and smiled and worked at himself. Ted was on screens to two other booths somewhere. He was momentarily stunned not only that he had so quickly attracted this attention but that the technology existed to link this way in the first place. This could be a triangulated encounter across the American continent.

"I said Now!" the first voice commanded. Ted started playing with his tits, as commanded. He found it arousing—and more arousing because he was being ordered to do it by a bruising hulk—and not the least so because another guy was watching him do it. Not reality, but close enough to make his cock hard.

"Strip off those pants." The commanding voice again. "Now!"

Ted rushed to comply. It was getting pretty tight in there anyway. He flipped his loafers off with toe on heel and then stood and stripped down his jeans and briefs.

"No, don't sit yet. Turn around."

Ted did so, slowly.

"Now bend down and spread those cheeks."

"What?" Ted asked, shocked at how quickly this was going.

"You heard him. Bend and spread those cheeks." This was the first utterance from the redhead. Higher register voice, but no less commanding, dominating.

Ted turned and bent over and spread his butt cheeks apart.

"Very nice butt and puckered hole," the first guy said. "Been fucked before? Are you a virgin? The hole doesn't looked like it's been used."

"No, not really," Ted answered in a choked voice. "I've done it. But not often, no."

"Nice. It'll be a close fit. Run your finger across the hole," the other guy commanded. "Yes, like that. Nice pucker." Ted could hear heavy breathing. It was coming from that second screen.

"Pretty tight. Ever been doubled?" The first voice chimed in.

"Doubled," Ted asked, confused.

"Two dicks working you at the same time."

"Oh. No." Answered with hesitation.

"Nice. As good as virgin." The second voice commenting.

"OK, turn around and sit down again. Now!" The leather guy commanding. "OK. Here's how this is going to go down. Me and Red here are goin' come in there and give you a fuckin'. Got that?"

A pause and then Ted squeaked out a "Yes." This was so realistic. These guys were going to do him well with just their words. And calling the other guy Red. It was just like they knew each other.

"Yes, what, pretty boy? Yes, sir, don't cha mean?"

"Yes . . . yes, sir," Ted responded in a breathy little voice.

"See this?" the leather guy was saying. He was waving his cock at Ted. It had gotten really big and the cock ring was wobbling back and forth. "You're gonna suck this while Red here is porkin' you and then I'm gonna attach a nice toy to this here ring and give you the thrill of your life. You like toys, don't cha? Your profile says you do."

"Look at Red now, pretty boy. See what he's growin' for you."

Ted's eyes went over to the other side of the screen and got real big. Red's cock was no longer stubby. It had lengthened out alarmingly. And Red had that purple dildo real far up his ass too. Ted couldn't help but gasp with his eyes bugged out. Red looked real pleased with himself.

"Jerk your meat slowly while we talk to you here, boy," the leather man commanded. And Ted took up his cock in his hand and started to pull on it slowly. He was trembling all over. God, this was a great fantasy.

"Red, tell him what you're going to do with that cock."

"Lean over and open the drawer of the desk under the computer," Red commanded. "You should find a couple of nice things there."

Ted did so and found another purple dildo, just like the one Red was using and a bottle of lube and a stack of condoms. Wow, these clubs are organized, he thought. They are all fully stocked—and the users know that they are.

"Lube up the old purple pleasurer," Red continued. "Do it to your satisfaction. It's going to be in your ass."

Ted covered it real well with the lube.

"Now your hole. And put your legs out wide and role your bum up. I wanna watch this."

Ted did as instructed, and he got a little thrill at the sound of the heavy breathing in stereo from the split computer screen. He was lost in this new experience. It was helping him lose some shyness about opening up. He thought he might get a little more adventuresome in who he responded to on campus now.

"Now put the tip of that purple guy at your entrance and move it around, working it in just enough that your channel gets a taste of it. Lay back and close your eyes. Think of it as my cock. My cock with this here ruby eye in it about to give you a fuck you'll never forget."

Ted widened his stance and propped the heels of his socked feet up on the edge of the computer desk and laid back in the chair, the back of which had give in it, and closed his eyes. He was holding the dildo to his hole and moving it around in a little circular motion, letting it sink in a bit farther with every couple of rotations. He was sighing and moaning now. He'd never done this. He'd have to buy himself one of these. The dildo wasn't all that thick. It felt sort of like Stewart when he was fucking him. Ted knew he could handle this.

"Now, think of me between your legs, right where you are. I've got my cock at your hole just like that. Can you feel the ruby?"

"No." Ted was being truthful. And his voice had a tinge of regret to it; he wanted to feel the ruby.

"Well, you will. Imagine it for now, though. It's slowly working its way in until your muscle grabs it and pulls it in nicely. Happening?"

"Yessss," Ted moaned. His sphincter had caught the bulb of the dildo and drawn it in. He could feel a straight shot up his chute. His walls were actually rippling in anticipation of the journey.

"I'm gonna fuck your mouth while Red's fucking your tail." A gruff, lower-toned voice. The leather guy now. "Keep your hand on the dildo, but put the thumb of your other hand in your mouth and suck it. That's my cock, getting ready for when Red's finished with your hole."

Ted felt his body going into the rhythm of an undulating motion, going with the fuck. He had managed this a couple of times with Stewart. And striving for this feel was the only reason he kept going back to Stewart. And these two were fucking him just as well with only words across cyber space. He was making slurping sounds with the sucking of the thumb. He'd never sucked a man before. He wondered now what that felt like and decided he'd try it sometime for real.

"Now slowly sink the purple guy all the way in," Red was saying. "That's what I do. I let my partner feel all of me at first. Do it. Now!"

Ted slowly pushed the dildo deep inside him. He was breathing raggedly and shuddering at the exertion. More than once he stopped, and Red commanded him to continue.

When he had bottomed. "All the way out and all the way back in now. Feel me. Open your eyes and see me in the screen."

Ted did so and moaned. Red had lengthened out to at least the size of the dildo, but thicker.

"Now close your eyes and pull it out again—but not all the way. Rest the tip on your prostate. You can find that, can't you? Now slowly rub across it—and think of that ruby eye making love to your spot. Yes. I like the way you move against it. Don't let up. I don't want you to stop until you've creamed yourself."

Ted's other hand had moved to his cock and he was stroking himself.

"Did I tell you you could take that thumb out of your mouth?" The leather guy. Booming voice, cutting across Ted's heightening arousal.

"No, sir," Ted squeaked.

"Three fingers now. Three fingers in your mouth," the leather guy commanded. "Open your eyes and look at me."

When Ted did so, he saw that the leather guy's heavy cock was at full staff now.

"Three fingers aren't enough to be me, but they'll have to do now," the leather guy declared. "No, shut your eyes and don't open them again until you've shot off. I want to hear heavy breathing, moaning, and groaning."

Ted didn't have to be instructed to do this. God what a great masturbation session. This club was great!

Soon, silence reigned with only the sounds of moans and sighs from inside Ted's cubicle backdropped by heavy breathing that sounded so real that it sounded like it was in the room with Ted rather than over the computer. Ted was working the head of the dildo on his prostate and sucking on three fingers and moving his body in the universal rhythm of the full-body fuck.

As Ted ejaculated, though, there suddenly was a flurry of activity in his cubicle. His heels were being swept off the edge of the computer desk, the chair he was sitting in was being leaned back on its back two legs, and his body was being thrown back.

Ted's eyes popped open and he only had time to see a flash of bulging muscle on smooth, freckled skin thrust itself between his legs, when his head was forced back and he had a swarthy-skinned cock with a big silver cock ring being forced between his lips.

Leather guy and Red. Both right here in the room with him; not a cyber space away in some sister club to the Chance Café.

Red pulled the dildo out of Ted's ass with a slurp and replaced it with his own cock, which started its long journey up Ted's channel. The dildo hadn't been anything like this, really. This was thicker and that ruby eye was gliding along Ted's wall, sending ripples of pleasure all around his pelvis.

But Ted didn't have a great deal of time to think about what Red's sheathed cock was doing to his channel. Ted's mouth was busy trying to take in the leather guy's cock. This was something Ted hadn't done before, and the leather guy wasn't giving him much time or space to figure out what was expected of him.

For the next fifteen minutes, while Ted was tilted back on the desk chair in his cubicle and worked up a second helping of cum, Red's ruby eye was rubbing across his prostrate, demanding more cum, and the leather guy's cock was exploring every inch of Ted's inner cheek walls and upper throat, silver ring occasionally clicking on teeth.

Then, when Ted and Red had come almost simultaneously, Red dove his cock to the bottom again and held, while Ted, in fascination, watched the leather guy roll on a condom with a little special on the end. It had a clip that latched onto the leather guy's silver cock ring through the head of the condom. and running off this clip were five thin ribbon streamers, about a foot in length and all a different color.

Red picked Ted up from the chair and lapped him in a half-standing, half-crouched position, while the leather guy moved around behind Ted, crouched down, and began working his cock in alongside Red's in Ted's hole. Ted panted and groaned at the stretching of his hole and the feel of two men inside him. This didn't last long—just long enough for Red and the leather guy to show that it could be done.

And then Red had withdrawn from Ted's channel, Ted was lowered back into the chair, the Red came around to hold his shoulders down, while the leather guy replaced him and started fucking Ted deep, swirling those streamers around on his inner channel walls and rubbing that thick cock ring up and down deep inside Ted.

Ted had no trouble coming for a third time.

Later when Ted was alone in his cubicle and contemplating getting up from the floor where he had fallen after being released from his third ejaculation, his mind slipped back into gear and he began to wonder how he had slipped over from self-administered fantasy to full threesome fuck.

The attendant was standing at the door, looking at Ted with some concern.

"What? How? But it was all supposed to be on computer," Ted muttered.

"On the computer only?" The attendant asked. And then he laughed. "You mean you thought . . .? You didn't read all of the provisions in the membership contract, did you? You thought you were just connected to some sort of cyber space file. That's not the way this works, fella. When you log on here, you're connected to other guys right here in the club."




The Chance Encounter



It was late and you had had a long day, but you were missing some excitement so you called a friend and decided to go meet her at a local club at nine. You decided to change out of those long, tight stalkings and wool jacket that you had been wearing all day, and get into something more comfortable. You had a black spaghetti strap number that you had been saving and decided now was the time. 

You got to the club, but she wasn’t there and decided to wait it out till she came. It got to be 9:45 and you knew she wasn’t going to show so you decided to check out the scene yourself. You had noticed that there was this guy who had caught your interest. His short red beard really set off his blue-gray eyes, and he had a smile that seemed endless. He noticed your look, too, and decided to come over. “Hi, my name is Rich. Would you care to dance?”

You said, “I’d love to, I was wondering when you were going to ask me.”

We went out to the dance floor hand in hand. After we had been dancing for over an hour a slow dance came on and I decided to hold you close; cheek-to-cheek. Your beauty had gotten the attention of my love tool and you could feel it protruding out as we snuggled closer and closer. It was dark so I decided to take a chance. I brought one of my hands between us to your belly button, still keeping close, and slowly worked my index finger down. Mmm, no more skirt. Let’s see what’s underneath. Oh, how nice, no panties. I could feel your soft lips dripping with excitement. Now was the time to ask. “Would you like to take this party to my place?”

“Yes,” you said, “I’ve been waiting for you to ask me. But could we go to my place? I know you’ll love it there.”

“Sure,” I said, “I’d love to, but I came with my friend Dave, and I know he’d love to get to know you better, too.”

You eye this well chiseled, green-eyed hunk over my shoulder. “Okay,” you say, “I’d love to get to know both of your better.

We go to my car and drive the short trip to your place. You ask, “Would you like anything to drink?” 

I said, “The only thing I’m thirsty for right now is you. How about we all get comfortable on your couch.”

We sit down. We stare into each others eyes while Dave decides to massage your shoulders. Slowly your lips move closer to mine until they meet in a soft embrace. Our tongues meet and explore each other. Your hand has gone up to my chest and slowly started unbuttoning my shirt. While we continue to kiss you get my shirt unbuttoned all the way down and pull out the tail. You bring your hand back up to my chest and feel my soft hair between each pec. Dave softly kisses the nape of your neck. Slowly he takes both of your straps in his hands. You stop him. This couch is just not big enough for three. Instead you take our hands and lead us to your bed. There, we sit down and continue where we left off.

I take one of your straps and slowly move it down until I reveal your luscious, left breast. Dave does the same with the other strap and cups your breast while he continues to kiss your neck. I slowly work my tongue over to your ear lobe, take a little nibble, and continue down until I find your nipple standing at attention. I take it between my soft lips, slowly massaging it. You decide that my belt buckle has all of a sudden become very interesting. You pull on the belt till it has unbuckled. Then you decide to unzip my fly. Slowly you bring the zipper down. What’s this? I’m not wearing any underwear either. You take my cock into one hand. You see something glistening on the tip. With the other hand you touch the glistening tip and find that I have some pre-cum ready for the taking. You bring your lips down and surround my blood engorged head with your soft, hungry lips. Yum, you taste the unmistakable salty, sweet taste of my cum. 

Dave decides it’s time he rid himself of his clothes, while you slowly suck on my dick, bringing it deeper and deeper into your mouth. You let it slide back out till your lips meet my head and then you slowly suck it back in. You feel a soft hardness from behind. Dave massages your behind with his hard dick and I decide that it’s time that I have a little something to taste. I reluctantly indicate for you to stop sucking on my dick. I then take both straps and pull them all the way down revealing your curvaceous soft body. Your body ravages me and I decide to appease my hunger and slowly work my tongue down from your nipple down to your glistening love box. First I lick the outer edges, purposefully skipping over the middle. Your must is intoxicating. I can’t hold it any longer. I work my tongue between your slit, inch my inch getting deeper and deeper. You shiver. I’ve reached your spot and you start to moan in anticipation of more to come. Dave noticed that your breasts are being neglected. He takes one into his hand, the other he suckles. He then takes a soft, little nibble then he slowly circles your nipple with his tongue; getting closer and closer to the center with each pass.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice a small white tube laying on the nightstand. Could it be? It is. It really is your vibrator waiting for your special place. Without removing my flickering tongue from your slit I grab your vibrator and turn it on. First contact is just above the inside of your knee. Slowly I explore the inside of your leg, getting nearer and nearer to your love box. After a while I decide it’s time for your vibrating love tool to have a closer inspection. It finds the spot where your slit meets your legs. The vibrations start to give you a little tingle. I work it in a circular motion, each pass around getting smaller and smaller until I reach the inside. With my lips I grab one side your pussy lips, gently pulling them apart. With your little white tool I slowly work the inside wall of your pussy lips getting deeper and deeper. You start to moan more and more. Suddenly I reach that spot that no one can deny. You stop my hand and I concentrate on this special spot. Your juices are starting to flow. You can hear me slurping them up, not missing a drop.

This is the spot. After you’ve come three times you say, “Both of you fuck me now. I want you inside me.” I put aside the vibrator and bring in my own love tool. It finds your moist wet slit, the head purple with anticipation. You feel my head as it slowly penetrates you; each ridge brings shivers of excitement. Each thrust gets faster and harder. I stop momentarily as Dave, from behind, inserts his member into your love box, too. You can feel the warmth of the blood surging through our members. 

Dave is cupping each breast as I thrust my member in and out. He lets go of them and I get a chance to taste your sweet milk of your breasts. After a while all of a sudden the thrusts stop for a second, then start up again. You see my face of pleasure appear; you feel a moist warmth that you haven’t felt before down in your lovebox. Without pulling out we embrace you. We are so spent that we all fall asleep entwined together, dreaming of more things to come.



The Chance Encounter & The Love That Is Found



* * * The Chance Encounter Part 1 * * *

She had been sad for a long time and had been afraid to open her wounded heart to anyone in ages until he came into her life. She longed for his embrace every night until one night he surprised her with a visit. She opened the door and saw him standing there. 

She was shocked for a moment then wrapped her arms around him and cried in his arms as he handed her a bouquet of wild flowers as he kissed her cheek and her neck and wiped the tears away from her face as she looked deeply into his eyes and he looked back into her eyes. Their lips were drawn to each other as they felt like they were floating as they kissed for the first time. 

She invited him in. Soon they were cuddling on the couch. She felt his warmth and his passion as she fell asleep in his arms. He covered her in a blanket and kissed her forehead and sat down in a chair and watched her sleep. She woke up and saw him there in the chair asleep and she smiled. She went into her bedroom and lit some scented candles, put on her burgundy nightgown and put the satin sheets on the bed. She woke him up and brought him into the bedroom pulled off his shirt and began to kiss his chest. She had needed him for a long time. 

And he had needed her. He lifted her chin up and looked deeply into her eyes, and kissed her passionately wrapping his arms tightly around her, as she wrapped her arms tightly around him. They felt each others passion, they felt each others love, They felt each others strengths, as well as each others weaknesses, they felt each others caring heart, they felt the damage in each others hearts that was done in the past, as they kissed, they began to heal all that damage.

He lifted her up in his arms, and carried her over to the bed. She wanted to feel his love, she wanted to feel his passion, she needed him to make love to her, and he needed her as well. He could feel how much he had needed her his whole life. He held her tightly in his arms as he kissed her shoulders with soft passionate spider kisses, as he worked his way towards her neck, caressing her in his arms. 

Keeping her safe, healing her pain. As just being with her began to heal the old wounds within him, having someone he cared about so deeply, but had only known for a short time.

They had grown so close so quickly, but they felt in their hearts that they needed each other. She lay down on her back, pulling him on top of her, as he kissed her lips, and slid the straps of her gown down, as she felt him grinding and rubbing against her, as she wrapped her long legs around him.

He began to kiss her neck and her chest, as he moved to her breasts. She felt the roughness of his face, as he kissed in between them. She began to push off his pants with her legs, as he kissed her more passionately.

She whispered in his ear take me, take me my darling. As he slid inside of her, he whispered to her as he looked into her eyes I love you!, she whispered I love you to. She felt him inside of her, they kissed with even more passion, as they made love, feeling lost in each others arms. feeling lost in love. Finding the love they had needed all their lives in each others arms. 

As he wrapped his arms around her tightly, and she did the same, caressing him as he caressed her, the sweat and love dripping from their bodies, as they exploded together, their juices mixing, they fall exhausted in each others arms, she rests her head on his chest, and kisses his chest, as he kisses her on the cheek, and tells her how beautiful and wonderful she is, and tells her again baby I love you. She kisses him and rubs her hand across his face, and falls asleep in his arms as she holds him tightly and she holds her tightly both wanting to stay like this forever. 

* * * The Chance Encounter Part 2 * * *

He got back from the Grocery store after buying the food for their meal that night. He wrapped his arms around her still wearing his black driving gloves. He puts his hands in her hair as they kissed, she felt lost in his embrace, breathless from his kisses. It was their second evening together and their first meal together as they had stayed in bed all day. They kissed more and more as their bodies rubbed against each other the kisses so passionate so powerful that they were left breathless their mouths tingling and left wanting more. 

They cooked dinner together and ate by candlelight. They had chicken parmesan with a side of spaghetti, a pineapple salad, and warm bread. After dinner they rested awhile she was wearing a sexy black dress, and black thigh highs. She had told him about it the night before as they lay in bed. She had only worn it once before and had wanted badly to wear it for him. 

After relaxing on the couch a little while they put on some music a song called Set the Night to Music and began to slow dance, she rested her head on his shoulder and looked deeply into his eyes as they hugged. Their eyes glued to each other, feeling only each others warmth as he could hear her heart racing in anticipation of his touch, anticipation of his kiss. Soon they were wrapped tightly in each others arms. 

They needed each other, and she whispered in his ear, lets go to the bedroom baby, and lay in the satin sheets, and listen to music, and feel all the candles lit around us as we make love. The only light being the light from the candles. 

He carries her in his arms to the bedroom, she is still wearing her heals, as she asks him to put her down next to the bed, she sits in a chair by the bed, and spreads her legs, slipping her hands under her dress, she begins to rub her pussy, see baby not wearing any panties, I'm dripping for you. He comes over to her, kissing her lips, as he slides down, and begins to kiss her knees and her inner thighs wildly, as he begins to lick her clit, probing her pussy with his tongue, slowly tasting her, tasting her juices, as she moves her hands to his hair pushing his face against her. 

She lets out a soft moan, He kisses her pussy some more, licking and touching her moving slower now, touching her with his lips, as he sucks gently on her clit, she lets out an even louder moan, as she pushes his face even further inside of her wetness. Soon she can't take it anymore, and lifts his head up, kissing his mouth with passion, and pushing him down on the bed, as she gets on top of him, sliding her dress off, wearing just the thigh high stockings and a garter, as she undoes his pants, and pulls out his hard, thick, throbbing manhood, as she slowly slides it into her mouth as she feels him fingering her pussy, and kissing her inner thighs, She takes him deep into her mouth. 

Her pussy begins to throb for his cock, so she turns around on top of him, and allows his cock inside her pussy, as she rides him, feeling him thrust back, she runs her hands over his shirt, and pulls it off of him, running her hands back and forth across his chest as she rides him, arching her back, she is so hot for him, so hungry for him, she loves being with him and feeling his arms wrapped around her. 

She got off of him, and lay back on her satin sheets, her head resting back on a pillow, as he slipped between her legs, she wrapped her legs around him, rubbing her black thigh high stockings against him, her black heals still on, as she felt him deep inside of her, wrapping her arms around him, digging her nails into him, feeling lost in his arms, feeling his strength, feeling his love and passion.

She whispers in his ear as she nibbles on it, "oh baby I feel so lost in you."

she feels him throbbing and aching inside of her, and she explodes for him so hard, he pulls out, and begins to tittie fuck her, as she sucks on the tip, feeling him about to cum she opens her mouth, as he strokes off his raging hard on, his sweet nectar exploding in her mouth. He kisses her forehead, as he moves back down and slides his cock back into her pussy, as they just lay there like that for a few minutes, as she wraps her arms tightly around him hugging him, and kissing his chest, that night as they sleep, she wraps her leg around his leg, and rests her head on his chest, kissing him, and rubbing her head against him softly cooing. The last two nights she has slept so well and slept so peacefully, she has felt complete and he has as well.

* * * The Chance Encounter Part 3 * * *

He woke up the next morning next to her. He got out of bed and made breakfast bringing it to her. She kissed him passionately as they lay in bed together. They fell back asleep after breakfast holding each other tight. Having needed each other so badly for so long. When they looked into one another's eyes they could see how much they loved and cared for each other. He woke up later and planned their evening together. 

He rented a Limo and they went out on a romantic dinner, after dinner they went to the movies, she wore her black dress, and black thigh highs, and they watched a very romantic film together, holding hands in the movie theatre, touching and caressing each other, she felt his hardness, and he ran his hand up her thigh, as he kissed her hand, and they looked deeply into each others eyes and kissed. 

On the way back to her place in the limo they drank a toast and he gave her a single rose. He caressed her with it as she kissed him so hard and so passionately thanking him for the evening and thanking him for becoming a part of her life. They got back in to her place. She lay down on the couch, he went into the bedroom and spread rose petals across the bed, lit the scented candles and put on some music. 

She was on the couch smelling the rose, he came back in and kissed her passionately as she wrapped her arms around him rose still in hand. He carried her into the bedroom, kissing her as they went. She felt so safe in his strong arms. He helped her off with her dress, and lay her down in the bed, pouring some massage oil on her body, he began to give her a massage with his strong but soft hands, rubbing down her body, massaging her also with his lips, his tongue and his breath. 

She felt his lips on the back of her neck and on her shoulders, his passion sending a shiver down her spine. She began to feel his body rubbing and grinding against her, feeling his hard throbbing cock. Feeling him thrusting up against her as she lay on her stomach. He turned her over massaging her breasts and her stomach in the oil. He reached down and rubbed her pussy as he kissed her lips and began to finger her, moving down kissing her neck and her breasts, running his tongue in a circular motion around her nipples.

Taking the rose and gently rubbing it against her body, moving down her body kissing her stomach. Caressing her inner thighs with the rose moving down kissing her inner thighs as she felt his breath on her shaved pussy. She had shaved it for him, as he moved closer to her clit, gently licking her pussy and sucking on her clit. Probing her wetness with his tongue. He tasted her, she put her hands in his hair, wanting him inside her, she loved to feel him inside her, she felt complete with him in her life. 

She pulled him up wanting to kiss him, wanting him so badly inside of her. He lifted himself up to her, kissing her lips, and sliding in between her leg, his throbbing cock rubbing against her pussy, rubbing it against her pussy, teasing her, before sliding it inside of her, they both moaned with pleasure as she wrapped her legs around him, wanting him so badly needing him so badly.

She met each one of his thrusts with thrusts of her own, arching her back to feel more of him as he kissed her with wild passion, she felt how strong his love for her was, and it made her feel unbelievable, she felt like the luckiest woman in the world and he felt like the luckiest man in the world when he was with her. 

He kissed her with so much passion as his arms were wrapped tightly around her and her arms were wrapped tightly around him, as he thrust so deep inside her exploding deeply within her pussy, she exploded with him as their bodies shook, and shook and shook, vibrating, as they had aftershocks, they came so hard they felt like they had just experienced an earthquake. 

She kissed him so passionately all over, lost in his loving embrace, feeling his heart beating next to hers, feeling their hearts beating as one.

They rested exhausted in each others embrace, enjoying the moment and enjoying their time together.



The Chance Meeting



I feel I must share my new knowledge, my liberation, call it what you will. Recently my whole way of life has changed. My husband died just over a year ago, I have one daughter who lives in Kent, whom I rarely see, she is too tied up with her work and believing me comfortably off, which I am, and quite happy with my village life, which I wasn’t, sees very little reason to visit much more frequently than once every six months, I too visit her with a similar regularity.

All this has changed not only because of a new face in the village, but also because of a mistake. Obviously it could have proved a costly mistake on behalf of my new friend, except it didn’t. The mistake provided the awakening of my sexual needs, my requirements, so long pushed out of my mind.

I met Pamela in the local supermarket. She is an American whose husband has taken a position at a local company. I was trying to make up my mind about a particular product when, with a “pardon me” this hand reached over and removed a packet of what I was studying. As these products were American as was the voice of the lady I asked if she could recommend it; which she could.

At that moment I realised I had seen her before and I asked if she and her husband had just moved in to a house two or three houses away from my own. it transpired that they had. We spent a little time discussing living over here then I asked her if she would join me for a coffee. She demurred suggesting that although the supermarket did a very good job with its coffee she thought she did better and invited me to take coffee at her house, if I was planning to return home. I was and I did, following her in my car.

She had a beautiful home and I was invited to sit in the lounge whilst she made the coffee. The visit was very enjoyable and I noticed that they had quite a large collection of videos. I saw a Danielle Steele video which I hadn’t seen but thought one visit for coffee too slender to ask to borrow it.

The visits became fairly frequent, her to me and me to her sometimes for coffee and on other occasions for afternoon tea , so one day I asked if I could borrow it but she apologised saying that I could have done but that it was in the American format and the colours would be wrong. She told me that on the right of the TV were some British and European tapes I could borrow if I wished. I chose a copy of the classic Trevor Howard and Celia Johnson film ‘Brief Encounter’ which I had not seen for years. Unbeknown to Pamela, that was not the video in the box!!

It was the following evening when seeing nothing that I fancied on the TV I decided to watch the video I had borrowed - 

At first I could not believe my eyes, I was shocked, amazed and I should have immediately switched off but in fact I was mesmerised - the film was pornographic. Not only that I knew one of the participants. It was Pamela. Masturbating, having sexual intercourse, fellatio, cunnilingus with not only one man or woman but different people throughout the film. After a while I realised that it was not quite so general as it first appeared. In reality there were only about three or four people involved and they were role playing. -Pamela teaching piano and masturbating a young man - Pamela interviewing a young woman for a position as her secretary, sitting next to her and gently placing one hand on her knee, stroking her until eventually the woman has her skirt around her waist, knickers off being licked out by Pamela - another as Pamela as a sex consultant, a mother has brought her daughter explaining that the young woman is soon to be married and knows nothing about sex (just as if?) 

To be frank, watching really turned me on. The mother was seated off to one side whilst ‘the doctor’ (Pamela) showed the young woman pornographic pictures especially of men with large cocks, then Pamela called in her ‘butler’ (actually as I now knew, Pamela’s husband Charles) - The butler took out his cock and I was very impressed, the girl was invited to stroke the cock, then to suck it. The camera then panned to the ‘mother’ who with skirt around her waist, legs wide open, no knickers and displaying a wide open vagina which she was masturbating - a few shots later showed Charles actively having sex, no dammit, fucking the ‘mother’ whilst Pamela was in the 69 position with the girl. . Who was it said that visual pornography did nothing for the female sex? Maybe I am not female enough but I can tell you that by this time I was playing with myself as I watched.

The following day was Pamela’s turn to visit me for afternoon tea and I had to decide whether to say nothing and just hand back the video, or tell her I had started to watch but realised it was not ‘Brief Encounter’ in fact it was a very enjoyable long encounter for me!! I thought about it, thought of what was said in the video and what went on and decided that I too wanted to be included if at all possible.

I decided that I was not going to be at all reticent. I searched through my lingerie drawer and found a foundation garment in red that my husband had bought me one Christmas. I found a pair of stockings in blue which matched a dress that opened up the front. I put on a pair of panties and then took them off again. I had decided to have my vagina, no, my cunt, easily displayed.

I placed the video in its box on a small table by the couch and when Pamela arrived I asked her if instead of afternoon tea she would like a drink, gin, dry martini, scotch, whatever. She smiled and said that it would make a nice change and elected to have an American type dry martini, I know what that is, plenty of gin, plenty of ice, show the glass the martini bottle and that’s it., I had the same, Dutch Courage, who knows? maybe.

After sitting down, she on the couch and me opposite, we exchanged the usual pleasantries and then I told her that I had seen the tape the evening before. She asked if I had liked it and I said yes, much more than the first occasion. I told her that it was quite different than I remembered.

I slid towards the front of my chair knowing my dress rucked up almost as far as my stocking tops and I saw Pamela’s eyes drop, she could see up my skirt. Whilst continuing about the video by saying that there was much more action than I had remembered, much much more, but that I had enjoyed every minute. As I spoke I allowed my knees to fall apart and I knew Pamela would be able to see my stocking tops by this time.

She expressed some surprise as she did not think the film was much different than the cinema one. I said, “Oh yes it is, but maybe it is the wrong film and perhaps you did not mean to loan it to me, but I must say Pamela I am glad that you - Shall I play it so that you can see for yourself?” Without waiting for an answer I slid out of my chair, allowing my skirt to rise as far as the top of my thighs, I know Pamela got an eyeful. I walked over to the video player and put on the film, returning and sitting on the couch by Pamela before starting the video with the remote.

“OW MY GAWD” said Pamela, “OH my gawd, how the hell did that get into that box I wonder, oh Jean I am so sorry, I am mortified - How the hell can I apologise, you must think me terrible, oh God, I am so sorry ... 

” Oh for fucks sake shut up,” I heard myself say, Me, I never use swear words, or didn’t, Pamela, I enjoyed it, I loved it, seeing you masturbating, no what you say, wanking that boy at the piano, sucking off your husband. playing with that girls cunt whilst the supposed mother gets herself fucked buy your husband. You have released my libido, look,” I said, getting to my feet and lifting up my dress. I told her that I was dying for someone to feel up my cunt.

Looking me in the eyes Pamela dropped to her knees and put her mouth to my quim, I bent my knees allowing her access as she licked and probed with her tongue, then she started to lick my clit. I undid my dress then fell back on the floor. Pamela followed me but I wanted her to strip, and I asked her to remove her dress. She was wearing a half bra’ which showed off her breasts and a lacy thong which did nothing to hide her cunt. Slowly she slid the ‘g’ string down her thighs revealing a smooth hairless mound. “You’ve shaved your pussy” I said, “you had a thick fleece in the video. “I know darling, I had it shaved for another Amateur film we are going to make but you will be the first to see it and play with it if you like” All I wanted to do was tongue it and lick it and soon we were in the 69 position and we both reached our orgasm together. I had an absolutely shattering cum..

Later Pamela told me that back in the states she and Charles had made a few amateur videos with a very close circle of friends and they lent each other the films to liven up their sex lives. Apparently there were about three couples in each group, but they swapped films with other groups, easy to do in the States as they could advertise on the Net. She told me they had a few of their American videos with them but not too many as they had been careful when coming though customs, packing them with obvious holiday videos and placing holiday scenes on the first ten or fifteen minutes of each video. If I would like to see them I could but it would have to be at their house although she seemed to thing that Charles knew someone discreet enough to put the videos in to the European PAN system.

Apparently Charles knew a few people in the UK who had similar interests, also very discreet. They had taken part in the videos. The young woman actually was the daughter of the woman in the sex consultants film and the ‘boy’ playing the piano was the girls daughter. The woman’s husband, not the girls father, Pamela hastened to add, also took part in one they had made but I had not seen. He and the ‘boy’ played the part of burglars who, when catching three women alone in the house, made them fuck and suck each of them. “I think you might like that film, I did, I am one of the women and Tom, Margaret's husband is black and has the biggest prick I have ever had up my cunt never mind in my mouth, you’ll see”.

Apparently the three men acted as camera men depending on who was wanted for the action.

“If you want Jean I will introduce you to the group, by the way, have you ever had a woman fuck you. you know, with a rubber dick a dildo?”

I hadn’t but I said that perhaps I would be willing to try, but I said. “ You know Pamela, I haven’t had a fuck in over a year, I am just yearning to have a live prick up me.”

Well, we will see what we can do, I have an idea that Charles would like that job - if I can watch of course.”

I told her that I would not only want her to watch I would wish to play with her cunt whilst I was getting fucked.

Yes, a chance Brief Encounter has livened up my life. More to follow.



The Chance Meeting



Josephine enters the mall, hoping with all hope that her new outfit is in at the Leather Emporium. 

As she continues to walk, she notices a group of men and women starring in her direction. Knowing that they are looking at her sexy 5'7" body with her 38H chest and a figure that would melt the sun, she bends over very provocatively, lifts her skirt to her thigh, and secures her stocking to the garter clip. Hearing the hoots and hollers, she knows she got her point across. She slowly rises, gives a little wink and blows a kiss at the group. She continues on, still able to hear the guys chanting at her for more, she then hears the women yelling at them to quit. Josephine's good deed is done for today.

As she proceeds on her way, she bumps into a strikingly beautiful woman. She has long auburn hair, green eyes and lips that beg to be kissed. Her full bust and slim figure made her stand out like a goddess among the common people. The red strapless dress she wore accentuated all her curves perfectly.

"I'm so sorry" Josephine exclaims. "Are you okay?" 

The mysterious woman replies, "Yes and I'm sorry. I should have been watching where I was going." Her voice sounded like a distance thunderstorm, making my knees give a little. "My name is Josephine McAnne." She exclaims without thinking. 

"Hello, my name is Autumn Brokey." She reaches out her hand to Josephine. She takes the hand and almost melts from her touch.

"I know this is a little forward but I have some shopping to do and I wondered if you would like to come with me." Pausing, she then continues on, "We could go to lunch after we shop." Autumn almost instantly agrees saying "That would be really nice."

They start walking and even though they just meet 10 minutes ago, they talk as if they've been friends for years. Laughing at each other as they dart in and out of stores. Autumn asks "Would it be ok if I hold your hand?" Josephine's heart skipped a beat. "I would enjoy that immensely," she says at the same time Autumn takes her hand and intertwines their fingers. 

They finally reach the Leather Emporium and Josephine tells Autumn "I have something to pick up here. Do you mind?"

"Not at all" Autumn says, "I would like to look around anyway." 

Josephine walks over to the salesman, whose name is Seth, and tells her name and what she there to pick up. "You will have to try it on because we have a no return policy. If it doesn't fit we'll have to order another size." She agrees and takes the package to the changing room. She then bumps into Autumn again and they both start laughing. "We really need to stop meeting like this" Autumn laughs out. Then she notices the package. "What's in there?" 

Josephine starts to chuckle. "My outfit." she says very innocently. Autumn lifts the lid off the package and sees a leather and brass outfit. Autumn looks up into Josephine's' eyes and asks "Are you going to try it on?"

"Yes. I have to." Josephine says as she opens the door the room. Autumn stops her by placing her hand on Josephine's stomach, and asks her "Do you mind if I see you in it..."

Josephine hesitates, then answers timidly "Sure. Just give me a minute to get it on." Feeling nervous she rushes into the changing room, slamming the door behind her.

Once inside, she starts to undress. Thinking only about this woman, whom she only met 1 hour before, is about to see her in this outfit. The thought excites her, and she quickly gets dressed. 

When she's all done, she stops and looks in the mirror. She can't believe the image in the mirror is hers. The leather neck collar is attached to the leather tube top with only 6 brass chains. There are about 20 smaller chains dangling from the bottom of the top. Josephine loves the feel of cold metal on her bare skin. She then admires her ass in the leather short shorts, which are connected to her thigh high leather boots with 2 chains on each leg. The tight fit of the outfit accentuates her breasts and ass so well. She's turned on by this lovely and dominate woman staring back at her.

There's a knock on the door. "Are you done in there yet?" Autumn asks, sounding as excited as Josephine felt. "Umm yeah. Come on in." Replies a very nervous Josephine. The door opens and standing in front of her is a Goddess in leather. Autumn is now sporting a black leather mini skirt with a zipper down the right side, and a leather top that ties around her neck. Her stomach is also exposed showing her navel ring. The black leather mid calf boots accent the outfit beautifully.

Autumn stares at Josephine. Unable to believe that this woman who just minutes before looked as if she worked in a lawyers office, now looks like a dungeon mistress. Autumn feels herself becoming wet. 

Pulling Josephine out of the room, Autumn walks them over to the tri-fold mirror. Looking into the mirror, they put their arms around each other. Autumn, turning Josephine towards her, exclaims, "You are a very beautiful woman." Before Josephine can thank her, Autumn leans over and gives her a light kiss on her lips. Josephine responds by kissing her back and wrapping her arms around her neck, playing with her hair.

They continue to kiss, and with each passing minute, their passion builds. Josephine begins to stroke Autumn's breast through the leather top, rubbing her thumb over the nipples just a little harder than the rest. Autumn moans into Josephine's' wanting mouth and places a hand on Josephine's' crotch. She is massaging the clit with urgency for release. Now Josephine is the one moaning.

They continue on rubbing and stroking and licking each other, until Josephine stops suddenly. Autumn looks into her face and sees her looking at the doorway. Autumn turns to see what she is staring at and ends up looking into the face of a very excited Seth... 

The girls are so turned on from the whole situation that they both walk over to Seth and begin to kiss him and help him out of his clothes. He, after a moment of shock, realizes what is going on and reacts to their stimulation by kissing them back and rubbing their breasts. Making sure each girl gets a chance to taste his lips.

Seth pauses, realizing he is at work. Thanks God above that he already put the "Be back in 1 Hour " sign in the window and locked the door. He then continues the tongue torture to both of these beautiful ladies. 

The girls now have all of Seth's clothes off of him and thrown in different directions. They lower him to the ground and begin to lick and kiss every inch of his body, except for his cock. 

Soon his moans and breathing reflect his plea to be fucked as Josephine and Autumn give him the tongue bath of a lifetime. Autumn is aware of his arousal, and thinks a little torture would be fun.

She sits up and pulls Josephine to her. Autumn gives her a big, wet passionate kiss, which makes Josephine want this experience even more. They begin to stroke each other's pussy bringing themselves ever so close to orgasm. Seth begins to sit up, feeling left out. Autumn, seeing this, puts her hand to his chest saying, "Just lay there and enjoy the show baby." Autumn begins to undress Josephine only 2 feet away from him. Josephine returns the favor by quickly undoing Autumn's' awesome outfit. They continue to play, sliding one finger into the others juicy pussy, until they both cumm in an explosive combination of cries and whimpers. 

They sit, staring into each other's eyes, until they feel their urges coming back full force. Then they look and Seth and realize they need dick. 

Autumn stands, strolls over to Seth, and plants a passionate kiss on his lips and slowly works down to his cock. Josephine crawls over to them on all fours and goes instantly to his tasty looking dick. Josephine sucks the head of his enormous cock into her inquiring mouth. Seth can only moan a small plea "Please, oh God please, fuck me." Meanwhile Autumn meets Josephine at his prick and they both begin to lick and suck. Josephine slowly moves more of his cock into her mouth as Autumn licks his balls and sucks on them gently. Seth looks into the tri-fold mirror to get a better view of this incredible blowjob.

Seth sits up and grabs 2 handfuls of ass as the ladies play with their own pussies. They begin to kiss each other while sucking and licking his cock. With everything building up to the ultimate fall there is no turning back. 

Josephine tells Autumn she can have him first, if she promises to save some for her. Autumn agrees and quickly mounts him, taking all he has to offer in one motion. Sitting still for a moment to enjoy the feeling. Josephine then asks Seth "Would you like to taste me?" He nods, unable to utter a word. She goes to him and turns to face Autumn. She straddles his head and slowly sits, leaning forward to lick Autumn's clit and his cock. The feel of his tongue on her cunt almost makes her cumm. Everyone stays still, wanting this feeling to never end.

Autumn is the first to move. She starts grinding into him as his tongue comes out to taste Josephine's cunt again. He inserts his tongue into her juicy pussy as he rubs her clit with his fingers. 

Josephine sits up and her and Autumn use each other for leverage as they kiss and pinch each other's nipples. 

Unable to hold out any longer, Autumn grinds her way into a mind shattering orgasm. The orgasm hits so hard she is incapable of speaking or holding on to Josephine. She falls to the floor while the waves of the intense orgasm flow over her. Autumn can hardly breathe...

"Looks like it's just us." Josephine says with a smile as she stands up and turns to Seth's handsome face. Kneeling at his feet, she can see in his eyes the excitement that his lips cannot utter. Josephine, looking into his soul, can see the flame of his passion burning brightly within. She wants him, like no one she has ever wanted before. 

"Please," he begs, "Oh God please. I want you so damn much. Anything, you can have it all just please..." He trails off as if he is slowly beginning to die without her touch.

She leans forward and begins to crawl up to his legs to his chest, stopping only inches away from his face. "What will you give me in return?" she asks. Seth replies "My body and all I have to offer." Liking his answer very much she moves to his side and kisses her way down to his groin. He is so turned on that his cock has released a few drops of pre cum, mingling with Autumn'' juices. Josephine hungrily attacks his cock, cleaning away all traces of Seth and Autumn's sexual act.

As she continues to blow him, he asks, "Have you ever had anal sex before?" Seth then places his hand on her ass and gently begins massaging the tense cheeks, slipping a finger down her crack. Josephine, startled by this question and his actions, replies with a breathless "No, I haven't." Seth's' reaction is showed by his cock stiffening in her experienced hands. "Maybe its about time you have."

Moving, he molds Josephine into a position so that he can get a better view of her ass. She is now on her knees and her back is to him as he begins to massage her shoulders, working all the knots out. He then continues on down her back. Seth can feel her relaxing under his commanding hands and moves lower still to kneed the cheeks of her virgin ass. His cock is only inches away from her incredible ass and he can't help but reach down and stroke his rock hard shaft.

He moves down to kiss each muscular cheek in turn; he pulls them apart gently and starts planting a trail of kisses down to her untouched hole. When Seth reaches her undefiled chasm he prepares it by licking and pressing his tongue into it. A moan escapes her lips as she struggles to hold on to the last of her innocence, failing miserably.

Seth then places one finger at her wanton hole and slowly enters this forbidden spot. Josephine is now the one begging. "Please, oh please! Fuck me! Please fuck me!." He inserts another finger into her while, with his other hand still stroking his cock, he positions himself and fills her cunt with all 8" of him. 

Josephine's orgasm hits its climatic peek instantly.

Seth removes his fingers and pulls Josephine up so that he can now hold her body to his, now half sitting with his chest to her back, and asks "Would you like it in your ass now?" A faint "Yes" is all she could say...

Seth slides his hand between their sweaty bodies and takes hold of his enormous cock removing it from her dripping pussy. Josephine pleads into his ear saying "Please I need to be fucked. Please..." Seth raises his free hand to her mouth lightly stroking her bottom lip with his finger. "Just be patient, my love." he answers, as he leads his shaft to her newly explored hole. Josephine knows what's next.

Seth places his hard cock at the entrance of her forbidden hole and slowly he pushes in just the tip of his dick. Josephine's' cry of pain is cut short for Seth covered her mouth with his hand. "It only hurts for a minute" he whispers into her ear, as he continues to push himself an inch more into her ass.

Inch by painfully exciting inch he fills her, placing one arm around her waist and the other to her hard nipple. He pauses, with the last 3 inches of his dick still to be inserted. In one motion he thrusts the last of his cock into her at once. Her cries of painful pleasure reach his ears with an urgency that matches his own. 

She remains still for a moment, enjoying this new sensation. She knows she will never feel anything this close to Heaven again. Seth's words come to her like a distant wind. "Ohhh baby. Just tell me when your ready. Mmmm." The excitement in Seth's voice sounds almost strained. He tries to hold back his own orgasm; He wants this beautiful woman to enjoy this first encounter. Seth is enjoying the extremely tight fit of her ass and Seth almost cumms right there from the feeling.

Seth moves his hand from her waist and slowly ventures down to her still hard clit, massaging it gently. She starts to rock her hips to the rhythm of his fingers. He begins to ease himself out of her ass and then pushes it back into that sweet hole a little harder each time he does. Josephine is delirious from the pleasure and can only repeat the words "Oh God!" over and over again. 

Autumn, hearing Josephine's' cries of ecstasy, reclaim enough of her senses to want more from these two willing partners. She moves toward Josephine's' chest and begins to lick her nipples as she slips a warm finger into her own wet cunt. Autumn then plants little kisses down to Josephine's wet and dripping pussy. She moves to the floor to get a better view of what she has missed and begins to lick Josephine's pussy from front to back. 

Josephine is so overwhelmed from this attention that she can feel the impending orgasm coming to her like a runaway train. She grabs Seth upper arm and scrapes her teeth against the taunt skin. While with her other hand she reaches out for Autumn's' perky breasts and rolls the nipple between her fingers.

Seth grabs a handful of hair and pulls Josephine's head back so he can kiss her full on the lips. Autumn inserts two fingers into Josephine's elegant pussy and three into her own. She can feel her muscles starting to tighten around her fingers and she knows Josephine will be cumming soon. 

Josephine, losing all self-control, bends forward and begins to eat Autumn like she's never done before with anyone else. Autumn's reaction to this is one of absolute pleasure. She inserts another finger into Josephine's pussy while she nibbles on her clit. Seth's response, to this magnificent sight, is to wrap his arms around her tightly and fuck her harder and faster. He can barely hold back his own orgasm. Autumn, eating and finger fucking Josephine, can tell that Josephine is more than ready to cum again. Seth, seeing this awesome sight in front of him and the feel of this woman's body is getting to be too much for him. Knowing that his own orgasm is only moments away, he knows he cannot hold back any longer.

Seth squeezes Josephine's waist as he breathlessly says, "I'm going to cum mmmmmmmmmm!" Hearing this Josephine's orgasm hits like an earthquake. Shaking everyone involved. Seth yells "Oh God AUGHHHHH" as he shoots his load into Josephine's sore ass. Josephine screams into Autumn's cunt and Autumn's orgasm erupts, sending a new excitement through her body. Unable to maintain their present position, everyone falls to the floor, allowing the orgasms to take control over all their bodies.

They lay there for several minutes, all trying to fall back to earth and find the ability to breathe. Slowly, they start to move and pull apart from each other. Seth is the first one to his feet. Trying to dress quickly he proclaims "Holy shit! This is only my second day!" The girls bust out laughing. They rise from the floor and head towards the changing room, where this whole sex act began.

They gaze upon each other as they dress, admiring the sensuality of the act. After a few minutes Autumn declares, "You know, I have never done this before with someone I just met." Josephine, blushing, she bows her head and replies "Me either." She continues, "Actually you are the first woman I have ever had sex with." Autumn, placing her hand on Josephine's chin, lifts her face so that she may look into her eyes. Autumn can see that she's telling the truth. "You did an exceptional job," Autumn tells Josephine, pulling her forward and brushing a kiss upon her lips. Josephine feels the warmth from her lips and instantly wants more but Autumn bends over and puts Josephine's outfit back in the box.

Autumn takes a step away from Josephine and opens the changing room door, holding the glorious package. They exit the changing rooms still talking. "You're a very fast learner, aren't you," Autumn exclaims. Josephine replies with a smile from ear to ear, "Only if I have the right teacher." 

Putting their arms around each other, Josephine can feel herself getting excited from being so close to this magnificent woman. They walk up to the counter where Seth sits, trying to regain a little composure, still tucking in his shirt. 

Autumn sets the package on the counter as Josephine reaches for her purse. "No charge" Seth whispers as he puts the package into the bag. "Consider it a present for breathing life back into this boring job." Josephine leans forward and pulls Seth to her waiting mouth, kissing him passionately. Releasing him she replies, "Thank you. I'll think of you when I wear it." She picks up the bag as Autumn reaches for her other hand. They walk to the doorway, pausing, just before they cross the threshold. Autumn looks into Josephine's eyes and looks back at Seth. "We both will" was all she said. Both laughing now as they exit the store.

Both famished from their "Leather experience," they exit the mall and decide they will ride together to the restaurant. Looking back on the activities of the day so far, they only have high expectations on how the rest of their day will be. 

As they drive off Josephine leans over to Autumn, who is the one driving, and asks "Have you ever had sex in a restaurant before?" Autumn looks at Josephine and can tell she is serious. She starts to answer until she sees break lights out of the corner of her eye. She slams on the breaks so she doesn't hit the car in front of her. Autumn's attention is now back on Josephine. "No I haven't" she finally answers, causing a smile to form on Josephine's lips. 

Thinking about what Josephine has in mind, Autumn quickly gets the car moving again. Heading for the nearest restaurant, she can only hope that there is one person there who enjoys sex in public as much as they do.



The Chance Meeting



After a lucky session at the blackjack table, you've led me to a secluded area of the casino...my panties on the floor where you dropped them after tearing them off...

I'm up against the wall as you kiss my neck...your right hand under my skirt caressing my ass...

We hear laughter and talking as another couple walks around the corner, obviously looking for a little privacy also...as they walk by the gentleman winks at you whispering "you dropped something" as he points to my ripped panties lying on the floor...you reach down to pick them up, bringing them up to your nose before placing them in your pocket...

Without saying a word, you grab my hand and lead me toward the hotel part of the casino asking what floor only when we reach the elevator...

In the elevator you don't press the button immediately, you lean me against the wall kissing me again, pressing against me I can feel your excitement, you are rock hard...reaching under my skirt with your right hand you can feel my excitement as well...your left hand is on my breast, your thumb rubbing my nipple to attention...

Once we're at my room, we stand outside the door kissing...you pull the strap of my dress off my shoulder and begin kissing...slowly moving to my chest...all the while I fumble in my hand bag for my key card and I place it in your hand...

In the room you edge me towards the bed...as I sit you gently push me back climbing over me...kissing me...not a word has been said at this point...my heart is racing and my breathing is very shallow...

you take my straps down off my shoulders exposing my breasts...you move your way down to them with your tongue...my nipples are erect as you lick and suck them...I'm running my fingers through the back of your hair, softly moaning, breathing deeply...the way that you work them could bring me to orgasm...

You are now up on your knees...I arch my back up as you tug on my dress, slipping it down off of me...there I lay in front of you, naked except for a garter belt and thigh highs...you undo each stocking, massaging my legs as you remove them...you lick and kiss the inside of my thighs on your way back up...teasing as you never touch my pussy which on fire right now...

You kiss my stomache, stopping to tease my bellybutton...as you come back up to kiss me I pull at your shirt asking you to take it off...mmmmmm I run my hands over your chest, up over your shoulders...running my nails lightly down your arms...I hear a slight moan from you...

one hand reaches down between my legs, your fingers exploring my flesh...you stroke my clit...its hard and I shiver with each stroke...

you place a finger in me, moving it in and out...curling your finger forward with every move inward...

You look at me and say that you want to taste those juices that are flowing...once between my legs, you part my lips exposing my clit...oh you lick and suck it like you did my nipples...my moans fill the room...oh this feels so good!...your tongue explores every inch of my pussy...that gottee feels wonderful against my closely shaved pussy...you start to finger me as you lick and suck me...

You take your finger out and begin to run it along my ass...I moan with delight...

now you are up on your knees again, undoing your belt, unzipping your khakis...I can see your pubic hairs as you expose your pelvis...I can't wait to see that beautiful cock for real...

you take off your pants and climb back on me...your stroking it as you straddle my stomache...leaning forward you rub your cock on my chest, I squeeze my tits around it as you pump them slowly...

I can see precum glistening off the tip of your cock...I run my fingers over it and lick that sweet sticky juice off of my fingers...

You straddle higher as you move your cock to my face...I lick your shaft moaning as I grab your ass, digging my finger nails in gently...

your knees are on either side of my head as you hang onto the headboard...your cock filling my mouth...you pump it in and out of my mouth as I suck it...

one hand slips down between your legs and I fondle your balls, massaging the area between your balls and your ass...your body becomes rigid as you scream my name...

Yes Carole suck my cock just like that!...I'm gonna fucken cum Carole!...You're gonna make me fucken cum Carole!

you throw your head back, letting out a loud moan and a yell as you release your load right down my throat...I lick you clean as you lean back climbing off of me...

but it doesnt stop there...

You are just covered with sweat after that awesome performance...laying next to me you start to fondle my nipple while kissing me...you wrap one of your legs around mine and I can feel you against my thigh, you’re slowly getting another erection...

You reach down between my legs and start to rub my clit and finger me which makes me moan...you shift to your knees, spreading my legs you pull me towards you...picking my ass up off the bed...

Your cock finds my pussy which is just aching to be fucked...gently you push yourself into me...slowly easing in and back out again...teasing me, making me moan...MMMMMMMMMMMMMM, oh yeah...I open my eyes and you look me square in the face, smiling as you go a little deeper...back out again...

Now your in, fucking me slowly...cradling my legs, dipping into my hips...oh, it feels sooo good...MMMMMMMMM I don't want you to stop and you tell me that you won't until I'm satisfied...

You are rock solid and I'm fully enjoying you...you just keep pumping me...you put my legs down and lean forward over me up on your hands...you lick and suck my nipples as you continue to fuck me...I run my hands over your shoulders and down your arms...I can feel the muscles in your arms, tense...

I am loving this...I'm in ecstasy and I can feel that I'm going to just explode...I'm asking you not to stop...it feels so good and I'm going to cum...we're just rocking away, our bodies moving together...I bring my knees up and I grab your ass, pulling you into me...

I scream to you that I'm cuming...oooohhhh I'm cuming...oooohhhhh...my body is just twitching uncontrollably...you continue to fuck me until my body relaxes...my arms go limp and I am breathing very heavy...

You don't pull out of me but lean to kiss me asking if that felt good...I kiss you back saying that was incredible...

Although you are still hard, you stop fucking me...you offer that massage that we talked about earlier and have me lay on my stomache...

You brush my hair to the side, moving it off of my neck...your hands begin by gently massaging my neck, moving slowly to my shoulders...my shoulders and my upper back are very tense and you mention that and concentrate on that area...you rub your hands down my arms...

Making your way to my lower back I moan and tell you how good this feels...you part my legs and kneel between them...you run your hands from my lower back, down my hips and around to the backs of my thighs...you move to my calves, finally reaching my feet...

You slowly run your fingers up the back of my leg until you reach my ass and repeat that with the other leg...this whole time I let out moans with your every touch...

You start to kneed my ass cheeks...kissing them...nibbling them...your making me lift my ass up off the bed just a little...

Your hand slips down between my legs...I am fully aroused, I am so wet...you place your hands on my hips and pull back so that I'm on my knees...your start to lick my pussy from behind, fingering me as I get up on my hands...

You position yourself behind me...with one hand on my ass, you guide your cock into me...I gasp, it catches me off guard as I feel both pain and pleasure...my moans are coming from deep inside, I sound like a wild animal...

You hang onto my hips as we rock together are bodies colliding...you are moaning as well...the sound of our voices fills the room...

As I feel that I could come again, I pull away from you...I kneel in front of you and we start to kiss...your running your hands over me...I can feel your cock against my stomach and I want to feel you inside of me again...

You sit back against the headboard and I straddle you...spreading my pussy with one hand and guide you in with the other...we both let out a deep sigh as I take you in...I start to move up and down...your playing with my tits, licking and sucking my nipples...I have my arms around your neck as I keep moving up and down just a little faster...

Now you have your hands on my hips, guiding my pace...faster as I start to rock back and forth...

Oh you are going to fucken make me cum again...MMMMMMM, I move up and down faster...you tell me that you are going to cum too...you tell me not to hold back...we kiss passionately as our bodies rock together...

Oh man...oh I'm going to come...you tell me to let it go, not to hold back...I scream as an incredible feeling takes over my body...your hands are guiding my hips and you lean into me and cum at the same time...our moans and groans of ecstacy fill the room again...

Trying to catch our breath, we hold each other...exhausted we sit in each others arms...you tell me that Lady Luck has never smiled on you like this before...

I knew I came here alone for a reason this weekend...my luck I was able to meet a handsome stranger at the Black Jack table...



The Chance Meeting



Adrienne stepped outside of her townhouse eleven blocks east of Rittenhouse Square. She was on her way to the library to renew two books she never got around to reading. Feeling a sting in the air, she wrapped her scarf around her neck and tied a knot under her chin. The remaining snow against the curb had turned black with exhaust. On a whim, she looked to the right and up the street. It was then that her heart stiffened. 

The scar on his chin confirmed it. It propelled her back seven years to the night in his bedroom when she'd hurled a small lamp in his direction. He'd knelt between the bed and the dresser, holding his head as the ceramic hit the wall. The lamp and its cord had formed a mosaic on the floor around him. A piece of light bulb managed to imbed itself deep into the side of his chin.

He approached at a casual pace, eyes hidden behind black shades. Hands were stuffed in pockets of an army surplus jacket. He stared ahead, unwavering. 

She kept her head down and to the side, pretending to zip up her bag. His footsteps came closer. That familiar cologne struck up a conversation with her memory as he neared. He passed without a word. She lifted her head and watched him walk away. Then he stopped.

He turned to catch her staring and removed his shades. His dark brown eyes, like weapons unsheathed, caught her off guard. She looked in the opposite direction, as if she hadn't seen him. 

"Adrienne."

It wasn't a question. She contemplated just walking away and pretending to be someone else. 

"Sean?"

She winced in his direction where the sun was setting. Needing something to fidget with, she plunged an arm into her bag and felt around until she withdrew a cigarette and stuck it in her mouth.

"Need a light?" he asked.

"No, thanks. I've got one."

She continued to rummage. No results. Her eyelids lifted at the sound of a match being lit. 

"Here."

The flame, cupped in his hands, neared her face. He was careful to shield it from the wind. His face was the same. But his eyes held more secrets. His body had matured. Teeth were straightened. She didn't want to see the scar anymore. The sulfur stung her eyes when she inhaled. Backing up a foot, she blew the smoke in another direction and wiped her eyes. 

"You live in Philly?" she said.

"For now."

"What do you do?"

"Working as a teaching assistant while I get my masters."

"Film?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said. "And what, pray tell, is little Adrienne doing these days?"

"Proofreading."

"Where?"

"Wherever they'll let me."

"Pays the rent?" he asked, sizing up the brick townhouse behind her.

"I do ok," she said. 

"Roommates help, I'll bet."

"I live alone." 

She kicked herself for sharing that much with him. 

"I don't mean to pry, but how does a freelancer pay for a Philadelphia townhouse alone?" he asked.

"Well," she said. "She rents a room on the top floor, and agrees to helping out with yard work on the weekends."

"I see," he said. 

He stared up, wondering which window looked into her room. They were silent.

"Well, I..." she said, putting one foot forward.

"What's your number?"

"Jesus Christ," she said.

This was not on her agenda for the day. All she wanted to do was go to the library and pick up some tilapia for dinner. Not get an old wound ripped back open for the sake of small talk.

"Does he charge by the minute?" Silence. "Look," he said. "I owe you an apology. I think that maybe if we sit down and talk someplace, we can get this sorted. No hard feelings."

"We were 17, Sean. Every feeling we had was hard."

"I still would like to talk," he said. 

He was hopeful. She was almost done with her cigarette. 

"I don't know," she said.

"Well, where are you headed? Maybe I can walk with you. We can talk. If you don't want to talk anymore after that, then call it a done deal. What do you say?"

"You'd make a good car salesman."

He was relentless in his enthusiasm.

"I'm glad you think so. Now, where are we headed?"

She paused before speaking.

"Why is this so important to you?"

He looked up the street to where an old man had trouble stepping down off the curb. 

"It doesn't have to be important. But you're standing here in front of me. And I'd like to find out why."

"I thought you were an atheist," she said.

"Your point?"

"Atheists don't care why things happen."

"Did you read that in the Atheist's Handbook?" 

She rolled her eyes and flicked her cigarette across the street. 

"Let's go," she said.

***

Sean carried a cloth grocery bag into Adrienne's third floor apartment. The entrance revealed an open space, larger than he'd expected, with a kitchen on the left, a table and chairs to the right of the kitchen, sitting area with a couch, television and stereo forming an island in the center, and a bed on the far right. At the foot of the bed was an open door that revealed light coming from the bathroom window. Another window made way for the breeze alongside the quilt-covered bed. Adrienne flipped the light switch. 

"I like your place," said Sean.

"Thank you."

She took the bag from his hands and removed its contents, setting them on the kitchen counter. Sean took their coats and scarves and hung them up by the door. The menu for the night consisted of baked tilapia in a garlic and herb marinade, steamed green beans, and seasoned pan-fried potatoes. The meal would be paired with an inexpensive Chardonnay she'd opened the night before. 

"How long does the fish need to marinate?" he asked.

"Twenty minutes."

"Want me to start it?"

"That's ok," she said. "I've got it. You can get the wine out if you want."

He opened the refrigerator and peered inside, taking a mental picture of her food likes and dislikes.

"No severed heads," he observed. "Always a plus."

"Wine's on the bottom of the door."

Sean opened the bottle as Adrienne mixed the marinade.

"Glasses?"

"Second cabinet," she said without looking up.

He found them and filled them half way. He drank and continued to watch her massage the fish with oil.

"Do you cook?" she asked.

"Occasionally."

"Go ahead," she said. "Impress me. What's your favorite thing to cook?"

He paused to think.

"Favorite? I like a nice spaghetti marinara with bread."

"Classic."

"Tastes good. It's easy," he said.

"You make your own sauce?"

"When I have time."

She stopped chopping and looked up at him to be sure she was hearing him correctly. She had a hard time fathoming a guy who makes his own sauce, and who is apparently trying to get in her pants.

"You're not gay, are you?"

He laughed.

"Would that bother you?"

"Because I'll be damned if I'm letting you drink my wine, thinking I'm getting laid tonight, when all you want is to trade Grandma's marinara recipes."

She wanted to shove her foot in her mouth. She saw him smile that quizzical smile. The one he always smiled when she revealed something about herself to him. He loved it. She wanted to die.

He cleared his throat. "I don't know what you're talking about. Getting laid was the last thing on my mind."

The sarcasm was clear. The smile never left his eyes. She glanced at the small scar on his chin and felt like a fool. 

"So much for romance," she said to her cutting board.

"Here," he said, offering her a glass. "You need to relax. I mean, if we're going to be getting laid and everything."

"Stop saying that."

She took the glass and took a generous swig. 

"Stop saying what? Laid?"

She tried not to spit. 

"Shut up."

"Got any whiskey?"

She laughed, her armor falling to her feet.

"I got her to laugh?"

He smiled a delicate smile and smoothed her hair out with his hand, cupping her chin briefly as he withdrew it. 

She looked at her feet, feeling strange after being touched by him for the first time in years. 

"Look," she said. "I didn't invite you up here so you could take advantage of me. I'm not an idiot."

His smile faded.

"I'm not here to take advantage of you, Adrienne. I just want you to accept my apology for what happened."

"It was a long time ago, Sean. What's done is done. We've both moved on since then."

"I hope I haven't damaged you."

She looked at him, then beyond him, and wondered how many times he'd used that line. 

"Tell that to my exes," she said. 

"How many were there?"

"I don't really..."

"I've been with one other person since you."

"Bullshit."

"I'm serious."

"You want me to believe you haven't had sex since you cheated on me?"

"What? No. I've had..." his eyes glazed over as he attempted to recount his many affairs. "I'm talking about relationships."

"So, this other relationship. Was it with the bitch?"

"No."

"What happened to her?"

His eyes darted from a picture of a Yin Yang on her wall to Adrienne's eyes.

"It was a one time thing."

Adrienne stared at him for a few seconds and slammed her glass down.

"I'm glad it was all worth it, then."

"Can we sit down?"

"No." 

She wanted this to be as torturous for him as it was for her. Sean pulled out a chair and sat at the table, glass in hand. He nudged the chair cattycorner to him and motioned for her to have a seat. Adrienne rinsed her hands and put the marinating bowl of fish in the refrigerator. She grabbed her glass and her pack of Marlboro Milds, and sat down at the table. 

"What happened with this other relationship?" she asked. 

She lit a cigarette and pulled the ashtray closer. 

"She told me she never loved me," he started. "This was two years after we'd been together, mind you. I just went numb. I figured I had it coming."

He watched Adrienne's fingers play with the stem of her glass as he talked.

"You didn't get angry?"

"I didn't throw a lamp at her, if that's what you mean."

Her eyes darted about his face and spotted the scar again. It was a deep cut that had healed into a bent sliver about half an inch long. He kept his face clean-shaven, as it looked like hair would not grow in that spot. She made eye contact and then looked down again.

"You never loved me," she said quietly.

"That's not true."

"I wasn't enough for you. I wasn't doing something right or else you wouldn't have gone off looking for something else."

"I was stupid, Adrienne."

He looked down and played with his hands.

"Are you still stupid? Or do you expect me to find that out the hard way again?"

"We made damaged goods of each other," he said. "I don't expect you to do anything."

She choked on a drag.

"I made...I made damaged goods? Of you? Fuck you!"

She pulled her fingers through her dark hair and scratched the back of her head. He watched the smoke funnel out between her lips and took another sip of his wine. 

"Remember this?" he pointed to his chin.

"I didn't throw hard enough."

"Well, you left your mark. That's all I meant by damaged goods."

She took a sip and decided to be civil.

"So tell me more about the girl who never loved you," she said. "How did you meet her?"

"You really want to know this?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"We met online."

She thought on this and decided not to laugh.

"Did you love her?"

"Yes."

"Do you miss her?"

"Sometimes."

"What happened?"

"I guess she just lost interest. We dated in college. You know how the first two years you're away at school, you sort of cling to whoever gives you the time of day? Everyone's a stranger, and you can be whoever you want to be?"

"Something like that."

"Then," he continued, "the last two years, you focus on your major, and grow up a little. Maybe get your own place with a roommate or two. Buy your own drinks. Meet other people."

"She got a life without you in it."

"Something like that." 

***

"You can have a seat on the couch," she said. "I'll do the dishes."

As she worked, Sean thumbed through her crate of vinyl on the floor. He found a Mose Allison record and put it on the stereo. The quiet jazz was simplistic and laid back. It thinned out the mood slightly, taking the edge off this chance meeting. He sat back on the couch and sipped his wine.

Glass in hand, Adrienne came over to the island, where he sat, wiggling his foot over his knee in time to the music. 

"I like this record," she said.

"I've been meaning to download some Mose," he said.

"That's an oxymoron if I ever heard one."

They were silent as she took a seat on the couch next to him and lit up a cigarette. The music played for a few minutes before they spoke again.

"Dinner was very good, thanks," he said.

"Sure."

Mose sang a few more bars. Adrienne took another drag. Sean took another sip.

"So, are you seeing anyone?" he asked.

"No."

"Were you seeing anyone?"

Adrienne shifted her legs beneath her peasant skirt so that she leaned toward him, but was not touching him.

"I've been in relationships, yes."

"Any highlights?"

"I'm sorry," she said. "It's just that I feel strange talking to you about my love life."

"Love life," he repeated. "Were you in love?"

She took a sip and placed the glass on the end table next to her. 

"Once upon a time."

"Was he in love with you?"

"I thought he was."

"A timeless tale," he mused.

"Well, time moves on even when the fairy tale ends, doesn't it?"

He looked at her where she was sitting. Her legs were crossed in his direction. Her bare foot rubbed backed and forth against the red, Oriental rug beneath them. He remembered how she always kept her toenails painted black. They were in their natural state now. 

"Mind if I take my shoes off?"

"Go ahead. Make yourself comfortable."

He put his toes to his heal and slid off his Adidas, kicking them to the side. She moved her feet up to the cushion and sat Indian style, turning to face him.

"Can I tell you a funny story?" she said.

Sean admired the way her eyes lit up just then. It made him feel at home.

"By all means."

She took a drag from her cigarette.

"When I found the other girl's hair in your bed, I wanted to kill you."

He shifted uneasily. "Adri..."

"I don't mean that figuratively. I wanted to kill you. As my luck would have it, you weren't the type to collect hunting knives or decorative swords."

"Just bedside lamps from Penney's," he said.

"After high school, I went on this trip to Europe. In Hungary, I bought this little knife. It had a silver handle with carved curlicues all over it. Managed to sneak it past customs by hiding it in my checked luggage. It's in my nightstand over there."

"I think I know where this is going," he said, reaching for his shoes.

"No wait," she said, putting her hand on his outstretched arm. "I'm not out for blood or anything."

He looked down at his arm where her fingers touched, and then at her. Her mouth was turned upward into a kind of non-smile. Clearly buzzed from the wine, she slowly placed her lips around her cigarette and inhaled.

"I don't want to go, but if you don't want me to stay..." he said.

"Stay," she insisted. "We need to clear the air."

The malice in her voice stung him as she blew her smoke. He told himself it was just the wine.

"You have every right to hate me, Adrienne. I don't like myself very much right now. But I'm working on changing things in my life. Seeing you today, out of the blue like that. It was like destiny being served to me on a silver platter."

She laughed.

"You know," she started, "I had these friends who always pissed me off. Probably because they reminded me of us. The guy cheated on the girl. And it was a shame because they had a really meaningful relationship. Probably more meaningful than any relationship they would ever have again. So, the girl had no choice but to move on. But the guy, being a perpetual asshole when it comes to relationships, kept meeting girls and then would never pursue them after he slept with them. I think he's going to die miserable and alone with a venereal disease."

Sean crinkled up his nose at her last sentence. 

"How do they remind you of us?"

"You say you've been with a lot of girls, but only had one other serious relationship?"

He took a long sip.

"I use protection, if that's what you're after."

"Good. But that's not what I mean."

"Go on then."

"Do you think that maybe you were holding out for the possibility of us getting back together? That is, until you decided to have this other relationship."

"I don't know. Maybe." He sighed. "You know, I worry it might be true, what you said about your friends."

"What'd I say?"

"The thing about losing a relationship more meaningful than anything they'd have again."

She put out her cigarette and sighed. Her arms fell to her lap in resignation. 

"Maybe I'm just being melodramatic."

"I wish that wasn't true," he said. "Because I haven't felt the same since."

"Relationships change people, Sean. That's just life."

"Yeah, but here we are, after all these years. Don't you think we owe it to ourselves to get back what we had?"

"I don't know if it works that way."

"I don't know either, but we can find out," he said. He looked into her blinking eyes. "Can't we?"

The record needle skipped a groove as the album's side came to a close. The arm automatically reset itself on its perch and the turntable stopped. 

***

As Adrienne rolled over in the middle of the night, Sean sleeping beside her, she couldn't stop thinking: What the hell am I doing?

The first kiss was gentle. Sean had leaned in on the couch and cradled her face in his hands. She saw the look of complete vulnerability in his eyes, and it frightened her. She didn't want to be responsible for whatever was to happen. But his mouth felt so warm and familiar, that she couldn't help but give in to it. 

"I've been wanting to kiss you all day," he had whispered as he nuzzled her ear.

Electricity sprinted through Adrienne's body in response to his words. With her chin resting on his shoulder, she held onto him and took a deep breath. 

"I'm sorry about your chin," she said, pulling back to view the scar.

"It's ok," he said. "I deserved it."

"Yes, you did."

She then placed her mouth on his, feasting on his lower lip and tongue. Her body overtook his and they were laid out on the tiny couch, his head against the armrest, her legs straddling his waist.

What the hell am I doing? She mouthed to the dark. His breathing was steady. His cologne tickled her memory as the breeze brought it by her nose. She sat up and put her feet to the floor, her naked back facing his sleeping body. The jostling of mattress coils stirred him from his slumber. 

"You ok?"

"Yeah," she said. "Go to sleep."

He touched her skin, running his hand down her vertebrae. She shivered.

"You're cold. Come on," he said lifting the blankets for her. 

The warmth from his body could be felt from beneath the covers. She stood up anyway, and walked toward the bathroom.

Sean lay in bed, the moon shining on his face through the window. He pulled the curtain back and peered up at the nighttime sky. 

Meanwhile, Adrienne sat on the toilet, panties at her knees. The remainder of Sean's cum made its way out of her body.

While they were on the couch, and he was hard against her, he mentioned he didn't have a condom. She told him she was on the pill and that it would be fine. Concern left his mind. He then proceeded to stand, with her legs wrapped around his waist, and move to the bed.

Adrienne heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"Are you ok?" he asked from the other side.

"I'm fine."

"Mind if I come in?"

She hunched down, covering her breasts with her arms, and rested her forearms on her thighs.

"I'm done. Two seconds."

She wiped and pulled up her panties just as he opened the door. They stood and stared at each other in the dark.

"What's wrong?" he said.




The Chance Meeting



"Nothing."

"Something's wrong." He placed his hand on her waist and brought her inside his embrace. "I'm not going to hurt you."

She peered over his shoulder and swallowed. They swayed gently as he kissed her and leaned against the wall. His hands cupped her bottom and squeezed. She sighed heavily into his chest and felt his fingers probe beneath her panties. He got hard against her stomach as he fingered her pussy. 

"Does that feel better?" he asked.

"It's fine," she said, trying to forget who he was.

He turned her around so that she faced the wall. Understanding what he was after, Adrienne put her hands to the cold surface and arched her back with her legs apart for him. Sean grazed the blue rose tattooed on her lower back before pushing himself inside of her. She let out a low grunt as he fucked her like this for a solid minute and came inside her. 

Adrienne stayed in the bathroom as Sean went back to bed.

"I'll be there in a minute," she told him.

It took another fifteen minutes before most of his cum dripped from her body and into the toilet where it belonged. He was asleep by the time she got back to bed. 

***

"Sleep ok?" she asked, as he joined her at the table for coffee.

He wore the green t-shirt he had on the night before, and his boxers.

"Like a baby. You?"

"Not so great."

She wore checked flannel pants and a white tank top.

"How come?"

"Bad dream, I guess."

"Maybe you had too much to drink."

"Maybe."

She lit up a cigarette.

"I've got class this afternoon," he said. "I should probably..."

"Get going."

"Yeah."

They sat in silence for a few moments. Sean sipped his coffee. Adrienne tapped her cigarette.

"So," he started, "are we...ok?"

Adrienne lifted her gaze.

"Ok?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know."

He scowled.

"What's wrong then?"

"I don't know."

"Yes you do."

She sighed and took a drag.

"How does that phrase go? Fool me once; shame on you. Fool me twice; shame on me."

"Something like that. Why? You think I'm fooling you?"

"You could be."

"True. But I'm not."

"How do I trust you when you say that?"

"Faith."

She laughed.

"The atheist teaches me about faith. That's rich."

"Do you have faith in anything?"

"Yes. It's just humanity I'm not so sure about."

"Well, I guess if you wanted this to work, it could work."

"And that's all there is to it?"

"That's half the battle."

"What's the other half?"

"Me wanting it to work."

"Oh."

He studied her movements.

"You know why I'm here, Adrienne. But if you're going to sit there and blow smoke like you've got better things to do, then I guess I won't be coming back."

Adrienne took this particularly hard. His sour words hurt her. This could be the last time she laid eyes on him. Could be the last time she'd feel his skin on hers. The last time they'd admit that they love each other. 

He took her silence as an answer and stood up. Sean moved to the bed, around which his clothes were scattered. Adrienne spotted his sneakers on the floor beside the couch and remembered how good she felt, sitting on the couch next to him, the night before. As he gathered his belongings and put on the rest of his clothes, Adrienne put out her cigarette and stood up. 

Sean looked over at her, hardly expecting an explanation. 

"Can you promise me something?" she asked.

"Anything."

He stared at her, coat in hand. She made her way over to him, cautiously.

"Can you promise this is it?"

"I promise."

Adrienne stepped up to him and looked him in the eyes, observing the scar as he gave her his word.

"I don't want to be running around out there, looking for you, trying to hide from you if I see you. I don't want to be thinking about you all the time, wondering where you are or if you still think about me. I don't want to be betrayed by you. Ever again."

"I don't want that either."

"You say you're working on some things in your life, and that interests me. Getting hurt again does not interest me. And I swear to God, Sean, if you go back on your word..."

He smiled.

"I know, I know," he said. "You've got a Hungarian hunting knife in your nightstand with my name on it."

"Actually, it's just a bunch of curlicues. But it cuts pretty clean."

Adrienne took hold of his hands and studied his fingers. He peered down at her, meeting her gaze. They kissed unceremoniously, and she walked him to the door. 

"See you tonight?" he said.

"I'll leave the light on."



The Chance of a Lifetime



God it felt so good. Tasting her skin, from her lips down her jaw and slowly traveling the length of her neck and pausing there, finally traveling to her breasts. As she sat with her legs straddling my lap, she slowly grinded her crotch into my lap, exciting my already hard dick. My fingers pinched and pulled her nipples, then slowly rolled them between my fingers, my lips changed coarse back up her snow like skin back to her lips. As I stared into her blue eyes, I loosened her jeans and took them off, rolling her over onto the bed. One last embarrassed look into her warm inviting eyes, and I sucked up the chilly, fleeting feeling in my stomach and chest. I tugged at the sides of her panties, as she finally lifted her hips and helped herself out of them. As her shaved pink pussy came into view my heart skipped a beat, I swear it's the nicest poon I have ever seen. My head slowly bent to get too its lucky task of getting close enough too lick the pussy laying in front of me. 

Riiingggg, My alarm clock rang loudly, waking me from my dream. Damn it, I could never get too the best parts of my dreams. Either my alarm clock rang or someone woke me up, but I could never get too the best parts. Maybe that wasn't the worst of my problems, the worst would be that I was 19 and still a virgin. I had only kissed one girl, yet done much more with quite a few, which had never made sense to me or anyone else. I was very lonely, tired of going after girls and not receiving anything that could even remotely be considered interest in me. Sure I had lots of friends, a lot of them are girls, oh they all liked me. I was a nice guy, some even said perfect, maybe not in looks, but I always cared. Always listened. But for some reason either girls were always taken, had kids (a lot of times both) or they just wouldn't let themselves even try any kind of relationship. My loneliness only grew as thanksgiving passed and Christmas was on its way. It was cold. And any time a girl flirtingly cuddled into me (however innocent any of it was) it only made me realize how much more I wanted a girlfriend and to finally lose my virginity. I desperately tired to find girls for me, like I said I was friends with many, but all of them failed. Finally I had too make up my mind. 

I had one friend, we had been best friends for 7 years, that I had liked the entire time. I had never told her any of my feelings let alone that I felt totally in love with her. Even more than the fact I was tired of being a virgin I was tired of her picking such assholes as boyfriends. It was one thing when she had lived a few miles away from me when she liked me too protect her from her boyfriends. But now that she had joined the army and left her home state it was quite different. Now she would just call up bawling, and however much I didn't mind, it hurt me knowing I couldn't help her at all. I could only listen. 

Mellissa had come home quite a few times now, and even though it became more and more evident too me that we might just share the same feelings, I still had negative thoughts running through my head, for years I had been too afraid to tell her because I thought she wouldn't want too even talk too me any more. Then I just thought well she tells all of her friends we are only friends, so what's the point. But she sent so many mixed signals. And I just wasn't sure. Her and I were close. Very close we hid nothing from each other. There are things about her that no one else knows. Not family not boyfriends. Nobody. In my mind I felt we had a serious relationship, just without the sex. Everything was the same, that was the only difference. 

The last thing that stopped me was that she always had a boyfriend. It didn't bother me too go after girls with kids or husbands or boyfriends, but if I did that and then asked her for the kind of relationship I wanted, it wouldn't work. It would be a double standard. Then I found my chance Mellissa and her boyfriend weren't getting along, her leg was hurt bad enough the army wanted to discharge her, and that would only leave her one choice, too come home, back to her family, and me. I called Mellissa everyday too see if the army had sent her home yet, it was December fifth and she wasn't home yet, I was beginning to get a little worried, maybe this wouldn't work, maybe this was a sign it wasn't supposed to happen between us. I still persisted in telling her how much I cared about her every single day. Then came the call, I was starting too give up hope, and it was only 5 days before Christmas. 

"Ben, I'm comin' home," She said, sounding half excited and half on the verge of tears, I now felt bad I had ever wanted her too be discharged, but I was also happy. 

"When?" Was all I could squeak out. 

"Looks like the day after Christmas." Mellissa replied, suddenly sounding quite sad. 

"Well that's shit, but I am glad your finally coming home though." I couldn't really tell her that I didn't want her too come home, it was obvious I wanted her home. 

"Do you miss me?" Was her normal question whenever I talked to her about anything remotely serious. 

"Yes, I always miss you, especially right now during Christmas." She knew what I told her was true, we used too always do special things together around this time, probably our most favorite was shopping, me getting to see her the skimpiest clothes I could get her too try on , and she liked too watch my reaction and ask for my opinions on things. 

I was a little depressed for the rest of the week leading up too Christmas, but made myself as happy as possible, after all she was coming home finally. Christmas was just not the same though, with your best friend gone, everything seemed wrong. Finally on Christmas Eve My family left for our Tradition of going to church for the 11 o'clock service. For some reason I just did not feel like going this year, the first time ever that I didn't go on Christmas eve. So instead I laid down on the couch, put some Christmas music on, and started a fire. AS I layed their, restlessly I floated into thinking about Mellissa coming home. 

The next thing I knew I could feel Mellissa bucking her hips while riding me on top, as I slowly massaged her nipples and bucked up into her. It felt incredible, I couldn't even talk or say anything. I was just in a semi conscious state. 

"Beennn," she moaned lightly, then a little louder. It finally changed into, "Hey, Ben." 

As I woke up groggily, trying too squint to stop the pain in my eyes from the sudden exposure to lights, I realized it was Mellissa. 

"You did it again, just showed up early and let me worry about you." I teased her. 

"I just wanted to surprise you, my family doesn't know I am back yet." She told me in a mischievous tone. I let that go for the moment and just talked with her for a while. She sat next to me, starting out closely as we were, and we were soon close together holding each other. I moved my arm around her, and just stared, dumbfounded, into her bright blue eyes. 

"Mellissa... I Have liked you from the moment I met you, nothing has ever happened that could break us apart and nothing ever will, I already know that. But I need to tell you, its grown from liking you... I don't know what else too say, I love you, and I want you. You know how many girls I have gone after, and now I can truly say I am glad nothing happened with any of them, cus now it's not worth it, but you are." I was shocked at how honest I had been, but my nervousness showed through, I shivered next to her uncontrollably. 

"Well, I love you too." She said slowly, then paused.

"What?" I managed to say as I choked from her reply.

"This long of a wait Ben, and now you wont believe me? DO you want me too prove it?" She replied, as she cracked a wide grin. 

"I don't really know what to do now." I told her honestly, as I continued my shaking. 

Surprisingly she didn't have a smart ass comment for me, instead she looked me in the eyes, and kissed me softly on the lips. She paused for a second, and I took that as a sign to continue what she had started, so I took the bottom of her chin in my hand and kissed her softly. Kissing Mellissa was different, than with any other girl, I didn't have to worry about doing it right, or if I was doing this or that wrong. We just matched. WE kissed, alternating bottom lip and then top lip, then back to bottom. 

We working up to a frenzy, our tongues whipping about in each others mouths, then we would slow down. Stopping every once in a while, All I was able to do was stare, my heart trying not to explode in my chest. She would stroke my jaw, starting from my ear and dragging her soft finger too my chin, sending shivers down my spine. She went6 back to kissing me, slowly pecking at my lips this time, while I started tugging at the bottom of her shirt. Mellissa took her shirt and pulled it back down, I looked up at her, both impatient and confused. I opened my mouth to question her and she just smiled and laid her index finger on my lips. Apparently teasing me for the last 6 years wasn't enough for her, she was going to tease me a few more minutes as she stripped in front of me. 

First she slowly removed her pants, kicking them at me once they had fallen to her feet. She turned and grabbed her ankles, sticking her sexy little bubble butt just out of arms reach from me. She had always known her ass was my favorite thing on her. I couldn't even try to reach out and grad her, I just stared from her strong little cheeks, down the part, to her soft little lips protruding through the clothe, one line straight down her blue Paul frank panties that had been soaked. My dick twitched in my pants, starting to hurt against the stiff fabric of my jeans. She twisted her shoulders and back around to smile at me then slowly remove her top and through it at me backwards. No I could look at her soft strong back, but wanting to see her B cup breasts. Before she turned around, My horniness got the best of me and I pulled my dick out, and started slowly jacking off. As she turned she just laughed. I stood up, suddenly ready to go through with this, and laid her on the floor next to the fire. I gave her one little peck on her lips, then gave pecks on the way down her jaw and her neck, pausing to suck the nape of her neck for a few seconds, causing her to let out a soft moan. 

I kissed down the middle of her breasts, kissing in a slow spiral to her nipple, while softly rolling her right nipple between my fingers. I switched breasts, repeating the performance, this time sucking hard on her nipple, then using my teeth to pull and stroke her nipples, making her arch her back and moan quietly. I then kissed down her hot little stomach, I kissed all around her soft stubble that had grown since the last time she had shaved. She rolled a little bit and moaned more as I kissed each lip into my mouth, sucking harder and harder into my mouth and finally letting go. My tongue continued its journey by softly stroking from her clit to her tight little opening and back up, tracing along each lip and then straight up the middle. Circling around her clit and then starting fig eights. 

Her back was constantly arched, her mouth open panting, and trying not to moan like her passion was pushing her too. As my tongue flicked her engorged clit, my hand traced along her stomach, softly messaging and tickling her, ad my other hand continued to below. As I continued to motions around her clit my middle finger slipped up and down her wet little slit, finally pushing softly in between her folds and into her hole. I softly and slowly continued my varied strokes, and finally inserted a second finger, now violently flicking my tongue back and forth and up and down her clit, pumping my hand faster, arching my fingers in a come hither stance, reaching to her g-spot until she arched her back so far that only her head was keeping her balanced. She continued to moan as her climax reached its peak and then slowly brought her back down. AS her panting came back to shallower, slower breathing I moved up to give her a kiss. When she looked into my eyes I only had a few words to tell her.

"Mellissa, I love you, and I want to be with you forever."



The Chance of a Lifetime



If you told me a couple of years ago that I'd one day be having sex with a man, I would have laughed in your face. I'm straight. I've always been straight. I was married for eight years and have always loved dating women. I love women, the way they look, the way they smell and the way that they feel. I love to eat pussy and always will. Lately, I've been fantasizing about being with a man. Not dating one per se but experimenting with one. The need to suck another man's cock has pretty much consumed my thoughts for weeks. I finally decided to do something about it.

I had been using a dating site to find women and one day instead of man seeking woman I clicked on man seeking man. I don't find men all that attractive so I really had no idea who I was looking for. Most of them were older or too gay looking so I just browsed around for a while, got bored and shut off my computer. A little later that day I got an email from the dating site saying that I had a personal message from someone. I logged on and saw that a guy had responded to my personal ad. His name was Jeff, he was a little older than me and attractive, I guess. I sent him a message back saying that I wasn't really sure I wanted to hang out with a dude and that I was sorry for misrepresenting myself. He replied and said no problem, if I change my mind to drop him a line.

A couple of days went by and I couldn't stop thinking about it. When I got home from work I sent Jeff a message that I'd like to meet for coffee. He agreed and we made plans to meet the next day. The entire day I had butterflies in my stomach. I really wasn't sure if I could go through with it but then I decided it was just coffee and that I wasn't obligated to do anything else.

We met at a chill little coffee shop in a pretty hip part of town. He looked just like his picture, dark hair, blue eyes, a little taller than me and in great shape. We ordered our coffee and sat down. I was so nervous I spilled my coffee three times. Jeff laughed and totally put me at ease. 

"Have you ever been with a guy before?" Jeff asked 

"I haven't and I'll be honest with you I'm not totally sure that I want to be."

"Why did you want to meet me for coffee?"

"I'm just confused I guess. I've always been a ladies man but lately I can't stop thinking about..." I blushed and looked away.

"Thinking about what?" Jeff asked.

"About... giving a blowjob." My dick was starting to throb in my jeans just saying it for the first time.

"I totally understand. I've only been with two guys before myself. I like the ladies just as much."

"Really?"

"What do you mean?" he sounded offended.

"No it's not that. I mean you don't look gay or anything. I just thought you were more experienced than me."

"Listen, this is no place to be having this kind of conversation. Why don't we go back to my place, I live right around the corner."

"Wow," I said, "That's usually the line I use when I'm trying to get into a girl's pants."

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I promise."

I thought about it for a second and said, "What the hell. Let's go."

We left the coffee shop and walked to his apartment building.

His apartment was amazing. The living room was huge with a beautiful sofa and a view of the whole city. He walked into the gourmet kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

"Make yourself comfortable. Do you want a beer or some wine?" he asked.

"Have anything stronger?" I asked as I sat on the sofa.

"Like what?"

"Tequila."

Jeff returned with a bottle of tequila and two glasses. He sat down next to me, poured tequila in the glasses and handed me one. I drank it down in one gulp. It burned like hell going down but had an almost immediate effect. I leaned back and relaxed into the soft cushions of the sofa. Jeff put his hand on my thigh.

"I guess you really needed that." 

I looked at his hand on my thigh. "Yeah. I've been a nervous wreck all day."

"Are you still nervous?" his hand started to caress my thigh.

"A little."

He took his hand away from my leg and poured some more tequila. It went down much easier this time and I sighed after drinking it down. I was feeling a little lightheaded and becoming less inhibited, so I put my hand on Jeff's thigh. He moved a little closer to me and leaned back into the sofa putting his hand back on my leg. He moved his hand up and down my leg and was coming very close to touching my rock hard dick. His hand finally found my cock and he started to rub it through my jeans sending electric shocks through my body. I started moving my hand up and down his thigh finally seeking out his erect cock. I rubbed his dick just like he was rubbing mine. Jeff leaned in to kiss me.

"Woah." I said "What are you doing?"

"I was going to kiss you."

"I don't know man." I said. 

"Just try it." He leaned in again and this time I didn't stop him. His stubble scratched my face a little as his lips touched mine. He gently eased his tongue into my mouth and soon we were making out each of us rubbing the other's cock through our pants. Jeff moved his hands from my lap and started to undo his pants never breaking our kiss. I opened my eyes and looked down as he pulled his beautiful cock from his pants. It was about seven inches long and very thick. Big veins bulged from its sides and the head was purple and angry. He leaned in to kiss me again and put my hand on his cock. It leapt at my touch and seemed to grow harder and bigger in my hand. I stroked it gently, feeling its warmth. Jeff moved his hands to my lap again. He rubbed my cock through my jeans and then started to open my zipper. Suddenly, I realized what I was doing. I was kissing another man and stroking his cock. I stopped, my head swimming.

"Wait a minute. This is all happening very fast. I'm sorry but I can't..."

"What's the problem?" Jeff asked. "Aren't you enjoying it?"

"I am enjoying it. A little too much I think. I just think we should slow things down a bit."

Jeff sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry. Really. I think I should leave." I said.

"Hey. You don't have to leave. It's okay. We'll go slow."

"Are you sure? You're not upset are you?" I asked.

"No, not at all. It's just that..."

"What?"

"Well look at my cock. You're so hot and got me so worked up, I'm dying to get off. Could you at least give me a handjob?"

His dick was huge and throbbing. I couldn't help myself and reached out and grabbed it. I started to slowly stroke it again as Jeff leaned back and sighed.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked. I nodded my head and stroked his cock a little faster. A drop of precum appeared at the tip. I licked my lips and saw that Jeff was watching me.

"Go ahead." He said. "You can lick it."

I was mesmerized. Before I knew what I was doing I leaned over and licked the drop of precum from his dick. Jeff moaned softly.

"That's so hot." He said.

I continued to slowly lick the head of his cock, savoring its softness compared to the hard shaft. I put the head in my mouth and sucked it softly. Jeff leaned his head back and moaned again. I took his cock out of my mouth and jerked it slowly.

"Yeah, just like that. You're gonna make me come."

It was like I'd been waiting to hear those words all my life. I slid off the couch and kneeled in front of him. I stared at his cock, worshipping it. I licked the underside and took the head into my mouth again. I slowly started to move my head up and down the length of his cock, sucking him. His breathing became more rapid and I felt his balls tighten. I bobbed up and down his cock faster. Jeff put his hands behind my head and guided me.

"Oh shit. I'm gonna come. You better stop."

I moved faster, making my mouth as wet as possible. The first gush of sperm hit the back of my throat.

"Oh fuck. Fuck." Jeff yelled.

I slowed down a little and jerked his cock, letting his sperm fill my mouth. It was salty but not unpleasant at all. I continued to slowly suck him as I swallowed his load. I licked the last drops of cum from his dick and sat back on the couch.

"Whew. So much for taking it slow." Jeff said.

I laughed. I realized that my own cock could cut diamonds at this point and shifted uncomfortably. Jeff saw me and immediately went to my lap and undid my jeans springing my aching cock free. He leaned forward and engulfed my cock like a starving man. He sucked me like an expert and it wasn't long before I was shooting my load down his throat. Jeff sucked it down with abandon. We got cleaned up, exchanged phone numbers and I left. I was dizzy as I walked home. What had I just done? I told myself that I wouldn't see Jeff ever again.

Over the next couple of months Jeff called several times. I never returned his calls and eventually he gave up. I went out with as many women as possible. I was a madman for pussy. I fucked all of them and ate their pussies for hours on end trying to convince myself that I wasn't gay but I couldn't get Jeff's cock out of my head. I broke down and called him. Understandably, he was a little pissed at me. I told him that I was just confused about what had happened and that I needed the time to get my head on straight. I asked him if I could come over and he said yes. 

I arrived at Jeff's and rang the doorbell. He answered the door wearing nothing but a bathrobe.

"I was just about to get in the shower." He said.

I closed the door behind me as I entered. I got down on my knees in front of Jeff opened his robe and put his cock in my mouth. I slowly sucked him and felt him grow hard in my mouth. He ran his hands through my hair and moaned softly. I started to suck him faster trying to milk the cum from his balls. I held his heavy balls in my hands and massaged them as I bobbed up and down on his gorgeous cock. I felt his balls tighten and knew he was close to coming. I looked up at him and saw that he was watching me with lust filled eyes. His grip on my head tightened as he unloaded into my mouth. I jerked all of his cum into my mouth and swallowed it all, loving it.

"Wow. Nice to see you too." He said.

I stood and kissed him passionately.

"I'm gonna get in the shower." Jeff said.

"Can I join you?"

"Yeah, absolutely."

He walked me to the bathroom. The shower was big enough to fit ten people. Jeff turned on the water and adjusted the temperature as he dropped his robe and entered. I quickly disrobed myself and got in with him. The water was warm and felt really good as we stood under it. I took the soap and started to wash Jeff's body. I soaped up his chest and back and massaged his ass as our cocks were pressed together. Jeff reached down and started to stroke my hard cock as he eased his tongue into my mouth. I slid my hand down and felt that his cock was starting to get hard again. We stood there making out and stroking each other's cocks. Jeff moved his hand behind me and started to massage my ass. He slid a soapy hand down my crack and gently massaged my asshole. I'd never had anyone touch me there before and the feeling was indescribable. His cock was rock hard again as I jerked it up and down. 

I turned around and let Jeff slide his cock into the crack of my ass. He kissed my neck and continued to stroke my dick. I held onto his cock and moved it to my puckered asshole.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he whispered into my ear.

"Yes." Barely getting the words out of my mouth. "Fuck my ass."

Jeff soaped up his cock and slid the bar of soap up and down my ass. He aimed his cock at my asshole and slowly pushed. I put my leg up and leaned forward a little to make it easier for him. The head of his cock was making its way into my ass. He pushed a little harder and that's when the pain hit me. I winced and cried out.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, just go slow. Let me get used to it."

He pulled his cock out and slowly put it back in. The pain was going away and was being replaced with the most extreme pleasure I had ever felt. Jeff worked his big cock back into my ass. He started to fuck my ass slowly at first and then picked up the pace.

"Oh yeah. Fuck my ass." I said. It was like I couldn't help myself. I wanted this man to fuck my ass forever. I wanted to make him come any way I could. In my mouth, in my ass, it didn't matter. My cock was so hard as I stroked it in time with his fucking.

Jeff started to really fuck my ass now.

"God you're so tight."

"I want you to come in my ass." I said.

He grabbed my hips and pounded my virgin asshole, grunting and sweating behind me. I jerked my cock and came hard, my sperm splashing of the tile floor of the shower. My asshole clenched and this sent Jeff over the edge. He pushed his cock all the way into me and came really hard. I felt his warm sticky sperm splash the inside of my ass. He slowly eased his softening dick out of me. I turned around and hugged him.

"Thank you." I said. "That was the most wonderful experience I've ever had."

"Hopefully it won't be the last."

"It definitely won't."