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The Coast

By: SoCalsexwriter



It was almost quittin' time on Friday!!! TGIF!!!! It had been a very busy week. And now it was all winding down. The progress made with my current project was beyond expectations. I was feeling very satisfied with myself. But the week had taken its toll. There was so much brain work, my mind was almost numb. I was thinking of heading out somewhere for a relaxing weekend before continuing Monday.

I was just about to leave when my cell rang. Expecting to see another business call, I was surprised to see it was Cheryl! Not often does she call but when she does... oh boy! She sounded so sensual and even sexier than usual. I could tell she was "in the mood" for some play time.

She told me how she had gone to the coast, gotten a room, and was preparing for a nice quiet relaxing weekend and asked if I wanted to join her. By the tone of her voice, the weekend would be anything BUT quiet and relaxing. Her words oozed sex. I'll bet she was at least part naked and was already playing with herself.

Now let me tell you about this heavenly creature. She is blonde and has bright blue eyes that sparkle and dance. Looking into them is mesmerizing. They are quite the contrast to her alabaster skin and rosy cheeks that turn red easily with either embarrassment or sexual satisfaction. I planned on both!! Her Victorian figure is highlighted by her ample bosom. Yup! Big tits! They sway and jiggle enticingly!! Her nipples are almost always hard and will poke your eye out if not careful!! The flair of her hips provides a beautiful womanly figure atop silky smooth legs and sensuous feet.

I have purposefully left out her most exciting and individual characteristic, her pussy. I have no doubt that wars were fought and worlds have been conquered over such a wondrous thing. She keeps it clean shaven and smooth as a baby's butt. The slight rise of her Mons and the demure appearance is quite deceiving of what lies beneath. It is without a doubt the prettiest pussy I've ever seen. But that is not the most amazing thing. Her outer lips are soft to the touch and meet neatly in the center concealing everything inside. Oh that inside...... That is where "amazing" happens!

Once she gets turned on, her juices begin to flow. I'm not talking about just a wet pussy. Her pussy is a flood of sweet nectar. Going commando, as she always does, it surprises me that her crotch does not always have a wet spot. Her pussy is so tight I guess, not much can escape! But that is not the most amazing thing.

Her inner lips are small and part like the delicate petals of a rose. At the top, hiding beneath a small little hood is her clit. This tiny little center of pleasure may be small but it performs its task with definitive results! But that is not the most amazing thing.

The most amazing thing about her pussy is not realized until you get past the beauty, the wetness, the soft tender lips, and move inside. Her pussy is like warm butter. It is softer than soft. It is warm and comforting. It engulfs you completely. It wraps around you and provides a soft gentle pressure like nothing you've ever experienced. The feeling is indescribable. Think of putting your cock into a bowl of warm butter, only better!!

That is why I call her Ms. Butter Pussy! I had only heard of such mythical things. I have had my fair share but never, ever, have I felt something so good, so totally encompassing and gratifying. She has no equal in my book. I feel like the luckiest man on the planet because she wants to play with me!!!!

After stopping by home to pick up a few items, I was off to meet this dream woman. We have had a chance to meet a few times before. However, we had yet to be able to spend more than a couple of hours together. This weekend we would be spending our first nights together. 

It wasn't far to get to the beach. As I drove, my mind was replaying our previous encounters. My cock was hard and I couldn't stop rubbing myself. I was so turned on I slid my shorts down and freed my aching hard on. Now I could easily stroke myself as my mind pictured the sights of previous trysts and remember the amazing feelings I enjoyed before. My cock was leaking pre-cum. The pleasure was building and if I continued I would cum. I wanted to save it for Cheryl. She loves my cum!

I made the turn onto Coast Hwy. I would soon be visible to pedestrians and more. I reached down and pulled my shorts back up, putting my cock back into prison. It wouldn't be long now. Besides, Cheryl has a key to my self-imposed cock prison. I'll let her unlock the entrance. Its always so much better when she does........

To be continued.........

The Coast Trip



Things finally slowed down a little around our house, so Lee and I decided on a short run to the Coast.

We like to get away from the day to day grind, and we really enjoy finding some unsuspecting guy and giving him an "accidental" peek at Lee!

It was the middle of last week, and hotter than the hubs of hell in Portland, so running around Newport in the cool breeze sounded great!

I am a Massage Therapy instructor at a local school, so my free time can be nearly any day of the week. I get paid by the class, and if I don't have any schedules, I am free to go as I please.

So we grabbed some snacks, and off we went! Lee just slipped a simple pullover blouse over head, and a short pleated style skirt, a bit old fashioned but comfortable. I like her pullover blouse, it is thin and yellow, her breasts show nice and clear when the light gets right, and one errant gust of wind and her bare fanny shows, too!

She knows this, of course. She also knows I like it, and she will take the opportunity to tease any gas pump jockey we find if the situation comes up. Once I wrote the word "HI" in black marker pen right above the top of her pussy, just to see what would happen. The poor kid almost swallowed his tongue, washed the window 10 times, then he got some courage and walked around to Lee's side window and said "Hi, back!"..

That was hilarious, we have a lot of fun on our little trips.

We finally arrived at the beach, and were just wandering around the streets. We had stopped near a vender, there was every kind of silly knick-knack known to man on display. We were looking over the merchandise when I noticed this guy about 50, he seemed odd. For one thing, he was pointedly ignoring Lee, and that isn't normal! Plus he was carrying this huge bag, and was wearing a large coat.

I looked him over out of the corner of my eye to make sure he wasn't going to try and slip a hand in Lee's purse or something, when I spotted the camara lens at the corner of the bag!

Hell, this guy was trying to do an upskirt on Lee! My first thought was to pop him one, but then I got an idea. I whispered to Lee that she had some pervert trying to take a picture up her dress! She looked at me funny, then it hit her. She got that sly grin on her face and said, "Watch this!"..

Then she leaned way out over the table, lifting her left leg straight out behind like she was trying to keep her balance.

The guy just turned in behind her, and I saw the lens go under her skirt, actually lifting the back of it. Lee stayed like that as long as she dared, then went to set her leg back down, pretending to be interested in some silly little statue.

The guy moved right with her, by the time Lee was standing back upright, he was innocently looking at something else.

We walked across the street, and looked back as he moved into position on another victim. We watched him work for about 15 minutes, he sniped at least 3 others while we stood there!

We laughed, and headed back to the car. I asked Lee what she thought he might do when he saw the shots of her, since she never wears panties!

*Oh, I can just guess" she laughed..

We headed back towards Portland, on a whim, I stopped at the same gas station we had hit on the way down. Sure enough, the same young man was on duty. I laughed as he headed for our car on an almost dead run. Lee slipped between the split front seats into the rear just as he got to my window, the poor guy looked almost crestfallen.

But Lee slipped her top over her head, and pulled her skirt above her waist, and lay back.

I looked over the back of the seat, there she lay, almost completely naked, her legs spread wide giving the guy a show!

Just then I heard a voice, he said "WOW..I guess you weren't bullshitting us!" I glanced in the side mirror, the other attendant was staring in the window, too!

Lee laughed and jumped up, pulling her top back on, and hopped back in the front.

We continued on towards home, I could hardly wait to get there and get my reward.

A few days later, I was surfing and opened up an amateur photo site. Here was Lee's pussy, clear as a bell in the Voyeur section....I must admit that this has given me a lot of new ideas...



The Coast with the Most!!



It had been a while since my husband and I had been away, and as the kids are old enough to leave home alone these days, we decided to head up the coast to find some sun and a warm beach.

We weren't really looking for anything special sexually, just a few days R&R in the sun to unwind.

Our hotel room was gorgeous, on the eleventh floor overlooking the Gold Coast's main beach, and with a huge balcony which looked out over the ocean and also had a great view of the pool below.

The first day we just lazed by the pool, splashed around like a couple of honeymooners, and ate a nice meal at one of the small restaurants on Cavill Avenue.

The second day I decided to do some shopping. I love all the designer stores on the Gold Coast and while Steve slept in, I decided to hit the shops early to avoid the heat, planning to later lay on the beach and do some work on my tan lines.

Standing in front of the mirror, I thought I looked pretty hot for a 40-plus woman. I have been blessed with long legs and nice curves, and although my boobs are a little lower than they once were, they still are a nice 36C size and raise a few eyebrows every now and then when I show them off. Today was one of those days! I slipped on my white Capri pants, matching cork high heeled sandals, and a red cotton shirt, tied at the waist, with a lacey black bra peeping out underneath for dramatic effect. My flesh coloured thong was only just visible under the white pants, as I like to tease, rather than be totally blatant about the fact I want to show off and make men hard as they see me walking down the street.

As I walked through the foyer of the hotel out into the street, I put on my sunglasses and smiled as the concierge opened the door and made a low whistle sound. I know it's not politically correct these days, but I still love the fact I can turn men on and I blew him a small kiss as I headed out into the warm morning.

My first stop was a jewellery store, as I was in the market for a new watch. I found the Guess shop, one of my favourites, and walked inside. Behind the counter were a young girl, wearing way too much make-up, and a lovely looking but very thin guy, aged about twenty-five.

I immediately made for the guy, and smiled inwardly as his eyes widened when I walked towards him.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, he was gay, and I left that store with a lovely pair of Guess jeans, but no new watch.

An hour later I was feeling quite warm, and I decided to find a swimwear store and see if I might find a stunning bikini or one piece for the afternoon beach session to surprise my hubby, Steve. I knew which store I wanted, the one with all the designer suits. I walked in and found two hot looking young women working, both wearing tiny little shorts, tank tops and crazy heels. I smiled at their outfits, remembering back to when I was twenty and could make cocks stand to attention at forty paces, just like these two babes.

As I was scanning the Gottex suits on the rack, one of the girls came over and introduced herself. 

"Hi there. I'm Mandy. Let me know if you need any help, ok? I don't like to hassle people when they're looking for a sexy swimsuit, so just let me know when you need anything or want to try anything on."

Well, I really appreciated her attitude! Most sales people are pushy and I love to just take my time and look, so it was nice to have her leave me alone like that. I spent a good twenty minutes or so before choosing three suits to try on.

"Excuse me, Mandy," I said, "Mind if I try these on?"

"Wow, you have great taste! Come this way. What's your name?"

"I'm Dee, and thanks! I love the beach and hubby and I are up for a few days so I figured I'd splurge and surprise him with a couple of hot suits on the beach. It keeps the spice in our marriage."

I spent the next forty-five minutes trying on the three suits, but also two others that Mandy recommended. In the end I bought three, and having spent a good deal of time chatting to Mandy, and her friend, Linda, the other girl, I left happy, knowing that Steve would get a nice stiff cock whichever suit I chose to wear.

When I got back to the hotel, carrying my shopping bags, the concierge smiled when he saw me coming, and politely greeted me at the revolving door.

"Bought lots of lovely things I see. Let me know if you need a second opinion."

"Mmmm, I might just take you up on that!" I answered, flirting a little with him, all dressed in his waistcoat and black pants. After all, he was a handsome young guy, and I enjoyed wiggling my butt a little more than usual as I walked past him smiling.

Back in the room, Steve was up and about, sitting at the table eating some muesli. I walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Morning, babe!" I said, before plonking my bags down on the leather couch. "I'm hot and sweaty. Fancy a swim with me to cool off?"

"Sounds great. Let me finish breakfast while you get ready and we can head off."

Feeling a little daring as the kids weren't with us, and wanting to give my husband a little thrill, I tried on one of my new suits, the black gottex one piece with the plunging neckline that really highlighted my boobs. I looked hot, but just to make a statement of it, I buzzed down to the concierge, and asked if he was still offering to help me with a second opinion.

Minutes later, as Steve emerged from the bathroom, I was standing there, in my new revealing black swimsuit, with the concierge staring at me, his eyes bulging as he admired my body.

"Well, what do you think?" I asked of both men, who were temporarily startled to see each other, and both perving on my boobs as they almost popped out of the black suit.

"Who's he?" asked Steve.

"Umm, I'm James, the hotel concierge, sir. Your wife called me up to give her a second opinion on her....um, shopping."

I interrupted.

"So. Give me a score out of ten for this one piece will you please?"

"Nine," said Steve.

"Madam, I'd be lying if I said anything less. Nine for me too."

"Good, now sit down the both of you while I go try on the other two."

I walked back into the bedroom and removed the black suit. As I was standing there naked, my smoothly shaved pussy exposed, Steve walked in.

Whispering, he said, "What the hell are you up to, babe? What is he doing here?"

"Relax, honey! I'm just playing with him a little. He whistled at me downstairs and so I thought I'd play a few games with him before we go to the beach. You don't mind, do you?"

My big blue eyes rolled and I pouted my full, red lips at him.

"Besides, you know you're the only one for me, don't you?"

He kissed me on the lips, slapped my naked arse, which caused me to yelp audibly, then went back to the main room, closing the door and leaving me to put on the second suit, the red modest bikini.

"Well?" I stood there, posing against the doorway.

"Wow. Now that is hot in a revealing way, but only an eight from me. I prefer the black one," said hubby.

"I must agree, madam. The black one for me too," said Mr concierge.

Smiling and turning with a flick of my blonde hair and a wiggle of my butt, I closed the bedroom door behind me and took out the third, far more revealing swimsuit.

Emerging from the bedroom moments later, the look on their faces told me which suit I would wear that day before they uttered a word.

"Shit!" said my google eyed husband.

"Oh my goodness!" uttered the now shocked looking concierge.

Turning away from them without another word being spoken, the tiny triangle thong bottom exposed to their full view, I carried my heavy boobs in the tiny lipstick pink, wet look material back into the bedroom and grabbed my things.

I was ready.

As I closed the bedroom door behind me, Steve was showing James the door.

An hour later we were laying on the beach and I was feeling really hot. Steve was in the water swimming around, and I was covered in a generous layer of coconut oil, which made my tanned curves stand out nicely. I was sipping on a nice cold can of lemonade from the cooler, when a voice from my left startled me.

"Man! You're the best looking milf I've ever seen!"

Standing there, in a pair of Billabong shorts and with an amazing six pack, was a young man holding a surfboard. He was clearly not shy. I was flattered he thought I was hot, but wasn't sure how to take the 'milf' comment at first!

"I take it that is a compliment?"

"Shit, yeah! Sorry, didn't mean to be rude, but babe, you're smoking! That pink bikini is amazing! Anyway, I'm off to catch a few waves. See ya!"

And with that, he was gone. I followed him down the beach, admiring his back muscles and wedge shaped body as he paddled into the shore break then beyond to where the large waves were forming out the back. He was a good surfer, and as I watched him catch the first few waves, Steve walked up the beach, his body glistening in the sun as the beads of water dropped to the sand.

"So, chatting up young surfer dudes as well as the hotel concierge I see?"

I laughed.

"No! He just walked up and started talking to me."

"Yeah, right, babe. I know you to well to believe THAT!" said Steve, before he dropped his sopping wet body on top of mine, which caused me to yelp so loud several people turned to see what was going on.

We both laughed and I decided that it was time for me to have a swim, now that Steve had got me all wet anyway.

I was still well covered in oil, and with the sun shining brightly, I stood up and started the walk down to the beach about thirty metres away. I knew eyes were on me as my thong covered butt drew the attention of husband's and boyfriends all along the beach. I wiggled it a little more than usual again, just to enhance the tease factor, and continued until I reached the waves breaking on the shore. I waded in, until the first wave reached my pussy, free of pubic hair, and the cold made me have to just dive right in, my string covered bum jutting upwards as I arched forwards and plunged into the waves.

Back on the beach Steve smiled in admiration as he watched me parade before everyone. Secretly, I knew he loved watching me show off, and knowing that every man on the beach wanted to fuck me. I must admit I liked it too.

Back in our room a couple of hours later, my thong tan was excellent, and as I slowly undressed, I made sure to give Steve a good eyeful of my tanned bum and hairless pussy, before jumping into the shower to get ready for dinner.

"Jees, babe. You're killing me! I hope you're as horny as I am cos I'm gonna want to fuck your brains out when we get home from dinner!"

"We'll see," I replied, soaping up my big boobs and squeezing them together as he watched me through the glass.

"What are you wearing?" asked Steve.

I was feeling a little daring, and very horny from the afternoon parading around in the tiny pink bikini, so I challenged him.

"Whatever you choose for me. Pick what you like."

As I turned off the taps and reached for the towel, Steve spoke.

"It's on the bed. Hope you like it as much as I do!"

I smiled, knowing that my usually quiet, but always horny husband had probably laid out something hot for me to wear. He has always loved showing me off, and is proud to walk into a restaurant or party with me on his arm. It always makes me feel happy to know that he still finds me hot enough to want to show me off too!

As I towelled my hair dry, there was a flash which startled me.

"Gotcha!" said Steve, his Nikon camera in his hand, having just snapped a picture of me naked drying off my hair.

Pretending to be shocked, I covered myself with the towel, and as he continued to snap away, I flirted with him and then slowly lowered the towel, exposing my big boobs as he took pictures, before completely removing it and parading around naked as he snapped away. We spent about ten minutes with me posing in different positions, before Steve started to get horny, and suggested I push my fingers inside my now, very wet pussy. I squeezed my boobs together, sucked on my own nipples a bit as he took more pics, then, noticing his erect cock inside his jeans, I inserted my finger into my pussy, pumped it in and out a few times as I lay spreadeagled on the bed, before sluttily putting my own juice covered fingers into my mouth and sucking them dry.

"Ooooh, fuck. Can we skip dinner?" asked Steve as he continued to take pictures.

"Not a chance. I'm hungry. Besides, it's early and I'm in the mood to dance and party a little. Now get out and let me get ready will you?"

"Ok, ok. Where do you want to eat?" he asked.

"Surprise me!" I said, closing the bedroom door and ushering him out.

Once he had gone, I finished doing my hair, but looking in the mirror at my body, with my nipples hard and my pussy wet from the posing and fingering I had just done in front of my husband got me going again. I was totally horny!

I walked back to the bed naked, then reached into my handbag and took out my clit vibrator. Then, laying on the bed and spreading my legs wide apart, I placed the little buzzing head on my clit and switched it on. I closed my eyes and my mind drifted to the young surfer hunk at the beach earlier on that day. In my fantasy, driven on by the now throbbing buzzing of my clit, he was slowly pumping his gorgeous cock into me missionary style, as I pinched and pulled my own nipples.

Within minutes I was cumming on the bed, and I actually moaned quite loudly.

Too loudly!

In seconds Steve was in the bedroom, his eyes popping out of his head, realising I had made myself cum without him, and he started to strip off his clothes immediately.

"Whoa! Not so fast, big boy!" I said. "I'm hungry and it's time we got some food. You can wait till later tonight, and then, if you've been a good boy, and danced with me long enough, then, and only then, I might just fuck you."

I loved teasing him.

"Fuck! Then for god's sake get dressed before I push you down and have my way with you!"

Once more he left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

This time I put my vibrator back in my handbag and finished getting dressed in what Steve had put out for me.

When I had finished dressing, I put on some high heel sandals and applied my makeup in the mirror. He had chosen a simple white dress, three-quarter length, with a slightly plunging neckline which highlighted my big boobs, and underneath he had left out a white, not flesh coloured, g-string panty. He must have known the white panty would show through the white dress, but I was so horny I didn't mind showing off a little, and so I left it on, the outline clearly visible as I turned to check my arse in the mirror. No bra, a little makeup, and some John-Paul Gaultier perfume and I was ready.

Holding hands as we left the hotel, the concierge smiled and greeted us warmly, having met Steve that afternoon in our room as I was trying on the swimsuits in front of them both.

"Have a lovely evening, folks. Remember, if there's anything I can do for you, just ask!"

He was a little TOO enthusiastic, but after my flirting with him so much earlier in the day, I couldn't blame him for trying.

"Thanks, pal. We'll give you a yell if we need you," said Steve.

I was intrigued, because Steve usually dismissed such amorous advances.

Walking down the street hand in hand in the warm evening, we turned into the infamous strip section of the Gold Coast, just off Cavill Avenue. The spruikers were out and active, and as we walked past Showgirls, we laughed as the short man in a tuxedo tried everything in his power to get us to go inside. A few hundred metres later, as he wolf-whistled the thong outline of my panty, we came to the Hollywood Showgirls club, and Steve pulled me towards the entrance.

"We're having dinner in a strip joint?" I asked him, surprised.

"Yep. I figured it's been years since we saw a strip show, and they have a special seafood banquet tonight, so we're eating here and then we can go wherever you want afterwards, ok?"

Dinner was nice enough and I must admit, the girls working the poles and dancing around on stage were gorgeous. By the time we finished our main meal, I was really horny.

"Ready to go dancing?" I asked Steve.

His hand snaked across to my thigh underneath the table, and as I parted my legs slightly, he pushed a finger inside my already sopping pussy.

"I was thinking maybe just heading straight back to our room for a fuck, baby!"

My legs snapped shut, forcing his finger from inside me.

"No chance. I'm in the mood to dance, and you know what that means afterwards."

We paid for dinner and left the club. Just as we walked onto the street, we bumped into a group of younger people, very well dressed and obviously out on the town looking for a good time. I smiled at one of the young men who was checking me out as Steve and I walked along in front of them towards the dance club I loved. It was just around the corner.

"Dee? Is that you?"

I slowed for a minute and looked back. It was Mandy, the girl from the swimwear store who had looked after me so well earlier that day!

"Mandy? Hi! Great to see you again, and thanks for all your help today. This is Steve, my husband."

Introductions were made all round, and we found out they were all heading to the same club, so we all walked together and had a chat as we entered the club and ordered drinks, before heading out onto the dance floor.

The young crowd were dancing all together, and Steve and I were nearby, immersed in the throng of gyrating bodies swaying to the music. I was really horny, and Steve knew it by the way I was rubbing my white dress all over him, and as the night wore on, my moves became more and more sexual and provocative.

Steve excused himself to go pee, and I kept dancing. My eyes were almost closed over as I melted in the beat, and when a pair of hands gripped me from behind a few minutes later, I presumed it was Steve, back from the bathroom.

I was wrong.

After a few moments of slow rocking, the hands pulled me back closer, and my body felt the unmistakable lump of an erect penis pushing into the crack between my arse cheeks.

I opened my eyes and rolled my head back, expecting to see Steve and kiss him for being so damn sexy, but I was shocked to find a young hunk just smiling at me, his hands still pressing me against his obvious hard cock.

"Like what you feel, baby?" the cocky young stud said.

"As a matter of fact I do," I said, "But I'm a married woman, and way too much for you to handle."

With that I broke away from him, leaving him standing there with a bad case of blue balls and an embarrassing lump poking out in his trousers.

I went to the bar to get what I planned to be my last drink of the night. I was pretty sloshed and totally fucking horny, and as I ordered a gin and tonic, Mandy turned up next to me.

"Hey, Dee. Tim just told me what you did to him on the dance floor. Classic! He's a cocky bastard, but his dick is to die for, and he knows how to use his tongue better than any man I've ever known."

"Oh, really? Well, maybe I shouldn't have been so hasty then?"

"Well, I'm not sure if you and your hubby are into it, but we're all heading to a swingers party in a while. Want to come with us? I'd love to thank you properly for buying so many suits in the shop today, if you're into that sort of thing that is."

"A swinger's party, huh? Sounds fun! Problem is Steve is dying to fuck and I promised him he could if we came here dancing."

"Well, I tell you what, Dee. If you come and let me thank you properly, I'll make sure Steve is well looked after, if you know what I mean."

My mind was made up. Mandy was a hot little babe and the thought of maybe getting a taste of the young cock that had been poking into my butt crack earlier made my nipples throb and my clit pulse.




The Coast with the Most!!



"Ok, count us in. Sounds like fun."

Great!" said Mandy, "Meet us out front in ten minutes, ok?"

I finished my G&T quickly and then found Steve and told him what was happening. He was not as keen as I was, but that has always been the way with us.

Anyway, I told him we were going and that was that.

Off we went, and met the others out front, before walking about ten minutes to a hotel suite where the party was being held.

The suite was flash. I mean it was amazing! It was on the top level of the hotel, and the whole apartment had floor to ceiling glass all the way around, so that you could see a 360 degree view of the Gold Coast. There were about twenty people there before we arrived, and so in all about thirty made up the party. They were very good looking people, and I wondered if the host hadn't hand- picked them. 

"Dee, come and meet Rick. It's his place and his wife Zara runs these little parties."

Mandy took me by the hand and lead me to the bar area, where a short, bald man was serving drinks, and a stunning tall woman was helping him.

"Rick, Zara, this is Dee, and her husband, Steve. I didn't think you'd mind so I invited them to come party with us tonight."

"Well......any friend of Mandy's is a friend of ours. Please to meet you and maybe eat you, Dee!" said the short guy. 

I blushed at his erotic little comment, and made a mental note to thank him later if the opportunity came up.

"Lovely to meet you both. Please, make yourselves at home, and enjoy," said the European accented wife, Zara.

Mandy grabbed me by the hand and lead me away from the bar and the others, including Steve.

"We'll be back soon. I'm just going to show Dee around, ok? Look after Steve you guys!"

She was referring to the rest of our group that had made it to the bar, and as she pulled me away to show me around, I blew Steve a kiss and smiled as one of the younger girls began talking to him, so I knew he'd be fine.

I guess I'd been pretty horny for a long time by this time, what with the trying on things at the shop, the guys in my room commenting on my bikinis, the flirting with the young stud at the beach, the showing off in my pink bikini, the dancing and dinner at the strip club, and now at the swingers party. My pussy and nipples were on fire and was in the mood to play, which was lucky.

The moment we entered a small doorway into a large billiard room Mandy spun and kissed me full on the lips. It took me totally by surprise, but I welcomed her attack and within seconds my tongue was snaking it's own way around her mouth, as my hands found her breasts and gave them a lovely squeeze. We pashed and fondled each other without speaking for almost five minutes, and by that time I was ready to tear off my clothes and hers, and get down to some serious girl/girl love making.

Mandy pushed me back gently as we kissed until I was backing up against the billiard table. She pressed gently on my chest between my large boobs, and indicated I should lay back onto the table. I climbed up and lay down, closing my eyes as her hands snaked their way under my dress and found my thong. Slowly and sexually she removed my undies, before sliding my dress up over my hips, exposing my totally bare pussy to her. I glanced sideways and noticed that a young couple had entered the room, and were watching Mandy make love to me as the guys hand snaked inside his hot girl's pants and he started to finger her.

Mandy was obviously very talented because within minutes I was ready to cum, and without missing a beat, her tongue flickered my swollen clitoris until I shuddered violently on the billiard table and came with with a rush I have rarely experienced at the hands of just one person. Her tongue lashed at my sopping clit until my orgasm subsided and I was able to catch my breath. Her hands reached up and squeezed my boobs, before I rolled my dress back down and climbed off the table.

"Wow! That was some licking." I said.

"I wanted to thank you for buying the suits today, remember?"

She smiled, her gorgeous eyes sparkling as she wiped my love juices from her lips and face and then kissed me on the lips sensually once more. In the corner of the room the young woman had dropped to her knees and was now sucking the cock of her man. I was in the zone.

I walked across to them, and without saying a word, I kissed the stud as his girl sucked him off. My tongue found his own, and my hands reached inside his shirt and raked his already hard nipples. I turned away from our hot kiss, long enough to kiss Mandy as she stood next to me, her hands fondling my boobs once more as the four of us began to really warm up.

I dropped to my knees to join the young woman sucking his cock, and as she sucked the shaft, I took one of his balls in my mouth and gave it the full treatment, my tongue snaking it's way around the ball and then my mouth sucking it in like a lollipop.

As the two of us continued to give this stud some combined head, I noticed Mandy had left the room. I didn't mind as I knew where she worked and also knew I would probably catch up with her later at the party to return the pussy licking compliment.

As I returned my attention to the cock of the young stud that was standing before me, his girlfriend pushed his cock into my own mouth, and I started to suck him off for all I was worth. Steve has always said I am a great cocksucker, and hey, who am I to argue? I took him balls deep in my throat on the third suck and he gripped my head as if to stop me from engulfing his lovely stiff member. His girlfriend was watching in awe, her eyes wide open and her hands now working hard, one on her own clit which was exposed beneath her mini skirt, the other playing with my boobs which were starting to fall out of the white dress.

I sucked and sucked, using my hand to pump his nice cock as I continued to suck him off, and was then startled a little to feel two more hands on my butt cheeks. With the head of the guy's cock still deep in my hungry mouth, I turned to see who was playing with my arse. It was Tim, the cocky young guy who was with Mandy's group and who had pushed his dick between my cheeks on the dance floor!

So here I was, squatting in a billiard room, god knows how many floors up in a suite on the Gold Coast, at a swinger's party, sucking a stranger's cock, while his girlfriend fingered herself and played with my tits, whilst another stranger was feeling my arse up from behind.

I was ravenous!

Suddenly my young stud grunted and announced he was cumming. I was totally fucking horny by this time, and so I did what every good wife does. I jammed his spurting cock deep into my throat and attempted to swallow and slurp down every single drop of his cum. I managed to do just that, and when he finally finished filling my mouth with his sperm, I swallowed and licked my lips, before grabbing his girlfriend and deep tongue kissing her as the man behind me slipped a finger into my wet cunt.

Finished the kiss, I was now in the mood for cock, and young Tim was the one I was targeting.

I stood up, wiped my mouth clean once more, making sure to get rid of any stray cum that was on my lips, and then removed my dress. Standing there fully naked before the three strangers, I peeled off my g-string and then placed my dress and knickers on the chair nearby. Wearing only my heels, my mature curvy body on display for all to see, I bent over the billiard table, spread my legs and reached back to finger my pussy, making sure it was sopping wet and ready for cock.

It was.

"Come here and fuck me, Tim. Push that hot cock of yours in me and don't stop."

He did as he was told.

Moving in behind me, his nice hard cock was pointed at the entrance to my cunt, and I lay flat on my boobs on the felt of the billiard table, my high heels making my butt stick high in the air, giving him perfect access to my cunt as he pushed the head of his dick inside me.

It slid in easily, and he grabbed me by the hips and started slowly fucking me with his nice cock. I moaned and enjoyed the moment of penetration and we soon fell into a nice rhythm of fucking as he pumped in and out of me.

We fucked slowly for about five minutes, before I reached back and down with one hand to fondle his balls as he pushed in and out of my cunt. I noticed three other men standing in the doorway, watching me being fucked by this young stud.

Being an experienced sexual being, I decided to turn them on even more.

"Come on, Tim, Fuck me. Push that cock in me," I said as I jammed back and forth on his cock. "Make me feel every stroke of your hard cock. Jam it in me and make me squeal you bastard!"

It was too much for Tim and he came with a strange whimpering noise! He pulled out just in time and sprayed a few hot spurts of cum onto my back as I lay bent over the table, my pussy swollen and open from the fucking. Tim was a little embarrassed at cumming so fast.

"It's ok, baby. I'm sure I will find plenty of more nice hard cocks to finish the job. Just find me a towel ok?"

I winked at the men watching as they heard what I said and laughed. Tim came back quickly with a hand towel and cleaned his gooey cum off my back, and I decided it was time to get some real cock inside me to finish the job Tim had started.

I stood up and stretched, showing off my fine body to the three men. Then, reaching up and grabbing full handfuls of my big boobs and giving them a squeeze, I asked them, "Well, who's next?"

They needed no second invitation, and in a flurry of action, three men were naked in seconds and their hard cocks were on show.

I dropped to my knees and proceeded to suck all three cocks alternating between them. I love sucking cock and it was fun to taste the difference between them and to feel the different size and shapes that I knew would be fucking me very soon.

After making them all really hard and getting them nice and slick with my mouth, I lay down on a small coffee table and opened my legs, waiting to see who would make the first move to fuck me.

The shortest guy moved in and pushed his little fat cock into me, and started to play with my boobs. I was surprised at his stamina, and then, in a bigger surprise, he started to pinch my nipples in a way that made me cum within seconds. I thrashed about with my tits in his hands and my pussy filled with his cock, and he didn't miss a beat. He just kept right on fucking me through my orgasm.

I rested my head back on the coffee table after I orgasmed, and within seconds the second guy lifted my head and pushed his cock into my mouth. I was being spit roasted and I was loving it!

The tubby guy fucking me still kept going, and I was totally fucking turned on by the whole scene. The movement of a cock in my pussy in and out in time with the one in my mouth was sensational, and as I tilted my head to the side, I noticed there were several others now in the room watching my slutty performance with these three complete strangers. Guy number three was busy sucking my tits and fingering my clit, as I kept being fucked and the sucking the cock in my mouth. Out of nowhere Mandy appeared, and as I sucked the cock of the second guy and was being well fucked by the little tubby guy with the amazing stamina, she lowered her mouth and sucked my left nipple, before licking and kissing and sucking it as the third guy did the very same to my right boob. I was ravenous to cum and the combined fucking and sucking and having my tits sucked by two different people was making me want to cum again only a short while after Mandy had licked me to orgasm earlier on that night.

As my second orgasm began to wash over me like a slow moving river, I reached my hand out and found Mandy's sopping wet pussy. I continued to suck the cock in my mouth, using one hand to stroke the shaft as I blew him, and then pushed two fingers inside Mandy's cunt and began to finger fuck her as she sucked my nipples and played with my large tits with the guy who was doing the same. I finger fucked her softly, enjoying the moist, squishy feeling of warmth inside another woman's pussy, and as I came like a torrential downpour, I fear I must have jammed my fingers so deep inside Mandy's pussy that I almost touched her kidneys!

The thrashing motion of my orgasm caused a my boobs to shake inside the mouths of Mandy and the guy as they sucked my tits. Not only that, but I also bit down hard on the cock inside my mouth, such was the force of my orgasmic contractions.

It was too much.

Finally the tubby guy needed to cum, and as my hips gyrated downwards no his cock, I felt him tense up and he closed his eyes and announced he was cumming. I flicked my hips, not wanting him to cum inside me and he pumped his suddenly dislodged cock a few times before a massive spurt of his cum jetted it's way up my belly and actually landed on the faces of both Mandy and the guy sucking my nipples.

It was amazing!

Mandy slurped it up like a slut, then leaned over and licked the cum off the cheek of the guy sucking my other tit and it was too much for the guy whose cock I was sucking.

He gripped my head firmly and as I struggled to breathe through my nose, he came like a thunderbolt in my mouth, filling my throat with his seed. I loved the forceful nature of it and swallowed furiously, trying to make sure I got every drop of his hot cum down my throat before licking his shaft clean and slurping all over his slimy cock and balls.

I sat up on the coffee table and kissed Mandy. Her tongue was still covered in cum and we swapped loads of cum from our mouths as we tongue kissed and pashed each other.

I needed a break, and so I stood up, retrieved my dress and knickers from the chair nearby and put on my dress. I figured my knickers were not required, so I kept them in my hand and walked out to find Steve. I needed a drink to freshen my mouth, and so went to the bar and ordered a large juice. I gulped it down, washing the sperm out of my throat, and enjoyed the coolness of the liquid as it reached my cum filled belly!

The night was still young...



The Coat Closet



I don't know why it took me so long to get it. The pieces were all there. You provided me clues for years, through our entire marriage actually. It just took me forever to put those pieces together. For example, there was the day I walked in the bedroom and caught you twiddling yourself on our bed; eyes squeezed shut, panties pushed down around your knees, two fingers moving in quick, efficient circles around your swollen clit. Your embarrassment at being caught was way out of proportion to the circumstances; after all, we'd mutually masturbated many times. 

And I remember the morning you stepped out of our hotel room to get the newspaper by the door. You were just out of the shower, wrapped in a thick, blue towel. Somehow the door closed behind you, locked, stranding you in a hallway teeming with executives en route to their morning meeting. When I pulled on a pair of shorts and rescued you your pretty face was flushed with what I thought was embarrassment. You were tightly clutching the towel, but it was too small and revealed a good portion of your shapely backside. I didn't mention it because I didn't want to make you more upset. 

Then there was the time you dove into the pool at the club and neglected to notice that your bikini top had abandoned your nipples. The scarlet-faced lifeguard, all of 20 years old, had to let you know, discreetly motioning to you from the side of the pool. You turned a deep shade of scarlet yourself and disappeared underwater for the better part of a minute. And you also had that odd habit of wandering nude through the house at night, oblivious to the frequent presence of our (married) neighbor at his kitchen window, no more than ten feet from ours. You gasped in disbelief when I alerted you that he often spent an hour at that window, washing and rewashing his dishes at 11:30. 

I should have figured it out. But the clues were often subtle, sometimes not present at all and maybe not even offered consciously. For ten years I didn't know there was a neglected aspect of your sexuality. The veil was finally lifted from my eyes at a Starbucks drive-through, of all places, early one evening on our way to a friend's wedding. You were in the passenger seat, looking quite fetching in the quintessential little black dress, cut-to-there and showing lots of well-turned leg. I placed the order at the window, paid the distracted barista for the drinks, and then turned to hand them to you. I was stunned to see that your dress had ridden up your thighs–-way up your thighs--to clearly reveal an absence of panties. The pale pink folds of your smooth, bare pussy were in full view. I nearly spilled the coffee. You hastily adjusted your dress, exclaiming, "Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed! I didn't notice...how did that happen?" 

Feeling rattled, I looked sheepishly at the now-understandably distracted barista and pulled away from the window. Right about then, as you regained your composure and I steered the car back into the flow of traffic, that's when I got it. For the next few hours, at the wedding ceremony and well into the reception, I quietly fit the pieces together. I realized that our sex life was actually enhanced by these recurring episodes of exhibition and humiliation. They turned you on, sometimes made you beg me for sex. You wanted to get soundly fucked after "accidentally" flashing some bare flesh at an unwitting guy. In fact, at that moment you were sitting quietly in your assigned seat across from me at the dinner table, intently chewing your lower lip and sliding a bare foot up and down my calf. I could tell where your mind was. Not on your food, which sat untouched on your plate. You were silently smoldering with arousal as you replayed the Starbucks incident in your head. You were thinking how humiliating it was for that barista to catch an eyeful of your pinky goodness while you waited innocently for your latté. 

I knew what I needed to do. I politely excused myself from the table and asked you to join me. I grabbed your hand and led you out of the reception hall into the lobby. The reception was taking place in a grand, old private men's club. The lobby was huge, richly and elaborately furnished. I didn't know where we were going but I was getting an erection thinking where we might end up. The first big, heavy door I tried was locked, and the only other doors I saw were for the public restrooms, which might have excited you but wasn't going to work for me. I was pulling you toward a staircase when I spotted a half-door, the top half of which was open--the coat check room. And because the night was warm, there was no attendant on duty. We slipped in unnoticed, but when I reached through the dark to close the upper half of the door I realized there wasn't one. And you were already pulling me to the back of the small space, navigating the narrow aisle between two rows of old coats, which smelled of mothballs and wool. 

Before you could turn to face me I grabbed your wrists and pinned you against the back wall. With my face buried in your hair I kissed the back of your neck, pressing the full weight of my body to yours, feeling goose bumps rise on the flesh of your arms. The heels of your shoes made you tall enough for me to press my erection directly against your ass. You squirmed against me and struggled to turn until I hissed in your ear that you were not to move until I told you to. I released your wrists then, and, still pressing against you with my upper body, slid your dress up over your hips. I ran both of my hands over the silk curves of your naked ass and lightly traced its groove with an index finger down, down and then forward. I could feel my fingertip melt straight into your pussy. My hard-on was painfully pinched by my belt but before I shed my pants I wanted to get you totally nude. I unclasped your dress, lifted it over your head, and discarded it somewhere in the shadows. Your bra suffered the same fate. I took a moment to reach around you and cup your full breasts in my palms before I spun you around to face me. You kissed me greedily and your hands dove straight to my belt. I forced your lips open with my tongue and yours was there to greet it. As my pants slid from my hips my yearning cock jumped out like one of those spring-loaded snakes from a can. You grabbed it in your small fist and stroked it quick and hard. As we passionately mauled each other in the coat closet I could hear the muffled sounds of people milling about the lobby. I realized you were kissing me with your eyes open, looking past my head and between the racks of coats through the open half-door. I broke our kiss to steal a glance over my shoulder. The lobby was crowded with wedding guests. Apparently dinner was over and the party was spreading out. Although nobody was approaching the coat check, several people were striking up a conversation just a few feet from the door. 

"The bride looks beautiful, doesn't she?" said a middle-aged woman in a fancy hat. 

"Yeah, I'd do her. Ha, just kidding, honey," said the man she was with. 

Eight feet away you were lubricating my Johnson with the juice dripping from your snatch. "Someone might see us, you know," I whispered. 

You pressed your mouth against my ear. "Mmm hmm...I like it..." you breathed. 

Actually, the closet was deep enough that the light from the lobby didn't quite reach the back wall. Not that it mattered...I wasn't going to quit until we had finished fucking and you were limp in my arms and filled with my cum. I grabbed my heavy cock and went to slapping it against your wet snatch. You thrust your hips out and pulled on my nipples as you watched the unsuspecting guests through glazed, hooded eyes. I spun us in a half-circle so that I could brace my back against the wall and lift you onto my cock. I saw the couple outside the door still standing there with their drinks. The woman was loudly telling an involved story about the groom. The man was gazing all about the room for something interesting to rest his eyes upon. I whispered to you that the man outside the door had suddenly done a double-take and was peering into the closet. You tried to look over your shoulder but I grabbed your chin. "Don't! You don't want him to know we see him looking!" 

You moaned aloud and I quickly hoisted you up and impaled your swollen pussy on my erection. As I bounced you around I told you the guy's eyes were riveted on you. I said he might even be able to see the way your pussy lips clung to my cock when it slid out of you. Suddenly I could feel your breath quickening on my neck and with a yelp you orgasmed in a series of sharp shudders. My own orgasm was triggered by your body's convulsions and I felt my balls spasm as I pumped a healthy load of hot cum deep into you. We slumped against the wall of the coat closet then, completely spent from the exertion and passion of our illicit little fuck. As I ran my fingertips lightly over your back you pressed your full lips to mine and kissed me deeply. I knew we were going to have lots more fun exploring and exploiting this newly discovered facet of your sexuality.



The Coat Room



The thought had crossed his mind on many an occasion.

And now as he was lost in her eyes one more time, he saw it all too clearly. That had not yet made love, but he could see it in her crystal blue eyes and he could smell it in her silky blonde hair. The silhouette of her form dancing in the candlelight only served to quicken his pulse and increase his longing for her. She laughed that electric laugh that ran through his soul and lifted his heart to his throat. She removed a wisp of hair from her eyes and sipped gently on her glass of wine and he told her that she was beautiful. She blushed, only slightly, but just enough to bring out the undertones of her smooth and perfect skin.

He could feel it. Tonight was the night.

The room was noisy, but he didn't notice. He could only hear her tell him about how great the wine was. And that she felt like it was going to her head a little bit, that maybe she was feeling a little crazy. Her hand brushed lightly along the top of his and his body became rigid but his smile remained liquid. His eyes poured over her one more time, from her blonde hair, to her Baltic blue eyes, to her lightly colored lips down past her slightly angled chin to how her lovely neck complimented her hand as it toyed with her earring as it playfully dangled over her soft shoulders. His eyes trailed towards the valley between her creamy white breasts and there he lingered... for just an extra moment as he imagined pulling down the top of her dress and kissing her breasts lightly. He then realized he was no longer listening to what she was saying but lost in the moment of her. Her being, her smile, her body.

The next step seemed so natural.

He took her by the hand to the hallway where no one could see them and he kissed her passionately. His tongue searching for hers in a sea of passion and desire until finally they met and danced to the waltz of the rhythm of their pulses pounding in their ears. The pulled away breathlessly and spotted a closed coat room and darted towards it, careful to see if they had been noticed.

They pushed the door open and they were like teenagers playing seven minutes in heaven. Their kisses were deep and passionate as his fingers deftly unzipped her dress and pushed it to the floor. Her hands skillfully unbuttoned his shirt while he bit her ear and whispered that he wanted her here and now breathlessly into her ear. She pulled away and began to kiss his chest and unbutton his pants noticing his insistent erection trying to find its way out of his zipper. She pulled her head back up to rejoin his kiss, released his penis and began stroking it with a sensual rhythm. He looped his fingers on the sides of her panties and slid them down in a single motion, she followed suit by stepping out of them and pushing his pants to his ankles. His hands searched her body as if they were searching for something they had lost... his mouth kissed at her neck to her shoulders and ventured to her breasts while his tongue flicked at her round, erect nippled. She sighed audibly as she pulled his head to her chest. She began to breath heavily and almost choked out for him to take her now. He grabbed her firm ass and pulled her up on him, she wrapped her legs around his waist and returned his passionate kiss with all of her being. Both of their needs and passions now apparent he enters her with a smooth stroke and they begin to writhe in a rhythmic unison that neither one had ever experienced before. 

Her breath started to come faster as he began to softly moan. Her gasps became more frequent as the pace of the love quickened and quickly began to reach a fever pitch. His hands grasping her light hair and tugging down forcefully... her hands grappling his back in a passionate desperation that was sure to leave signs of their passionate entanglement... as their intensity grew the climax approached. Her energetic thrusts pushed him back against that wall as she began to voice her ensuing pleasure. Finally he fell to the floor and she sat astride him as their motions came together once more in a waterfall of passion and ecstasy that left them both hot, sweaty and satisfied as they lie on the floor staring at one another.

He ran his eyes over her as the dim light seeped in from under the door. He chest rising and falling with a heavy intensity that he could not have imagined. How beautiful she was now. He could only imagine that this was just the beginning.



The Coat Room



I used to smoke, or at least I tried it for a while. For a long time after I quit I still carried cigarettes. I hated to give them up, even if I didn't smoke them. It always seemed like they might be useful. If I ever wanted to get away from someone, I could just reach for my smokes and look around and say something like, "I'll be right back. Are you still going to be here?" Or it could work the other way. If there was somebody I wanted to talk to, and they were going out for a smoke, I could just tag along. I was one of the club. If I did have to smoke one, well, there are worse things. And I always had a light for a lady.

I only remember one time that my cigarettes really came in handy.

It was the weekend after Thanksgiving, at my Uncle George and Aunt Barbara's home. We lived two miles from them when I was a kid, so I'd known them my whole life. While I was away in the Army they moved to a different house but were still in the same town. The new house was huge. It was all on one level, spread out in an 'L' shape. That day was the first time I saw it crowded. There was a wedding coming up, and this was the first time the two families were getting together. 

They had an early dinner planned, but some of the guests, and the food, were running late. There was a football game on a television in a room thirty yards from the kitchen. It wasn't much of a game, and the men were just killing time. I watched the game for a while before I left to mingle.

I found myself surrounded by females who were all talking about the wedding. A blonde aunt with unnaturally high breasts was telling me how beautiful the bride was going to be. I agreed. The bride was my cousin Krystal. She's a few years younger than I am, so she was probably twenty-four at the time. She was slender and blonde, and always looked good even when she wasn't getting married. Another cousin was saying that the timing of the wedding was unfortunate. It was too soon after Thanksgiving. Somebody said that it was too close to Christmas. 

I was trapped, but not for long. I patted my shirt pocket and looked at the door. The women disapproved. I pretended to be embarrassed, and made my break.

I opened a back door and stopped. A few fat, heavy snowflakes fell from a bleak, gray sky and melted as they hit the ground. I had to stay out there long enough to smoke a cigarette, so I went back to get my coat. 

My coat was in a guest bedroom, on a king-sized bed piled high with coats and purses. The door was halfway open, and when I pushed on it something inside jumped. 

The thing that had jumped was a girl. I stopped short, half a step into the room, blocking the doorway. She was caught. I knew I had caught her even before I figured out what I caught her at.

The girl had her back to me, and she kept her back to me. Her hands were out of sight in front of her but I could tell they were busy. She wasn't very tall and wore a shapeless black coat. I didn't move. Finally, she glanced over her shoulder, one dark eye peeking through a fall of dark hair. I didn't know her. She was younger than I was. Younger than Krystal, even. 

"I don't know where to put this," she said, pulling her coat off. She spoke rapidly and her eyes moved quickly over me. "I guess it doesn't matter." 

"No, it probably doesn't matter," I told her. "I'm Carl. You a friend of Krystal's?"

"A relative, sort of," she said. She used all of her wide mouth to smile a disarmingly friendly smile. She held out her hand to me and said, "Vanessa." Her hand was small but her grip was strong. She looked me straight in the eye, but only for part of a second.

"Then we must be related," I said. "I'm Krystal's cousin."

"Oh, well, not related, exactly. I'm Jamie's stepsister."

Jamie was the guy Krystal was marrying. That made Vanessa my future step-cousin, or something. I didn't get far with that line of thought. Vanessa went on, chattering about how her father had just moved to a nearby town. She started to move away from the bed.

I slid past her, saying, "Is this your purse? It looks like something fell out."

"No," she said quickly. "I must have knocked it over when I put my coat down. I'm such a klutz."

"Wait a minute," I told her. "Maybe there's some more of them that fell open. We should check."

Vanessa stopped. Her face was the same color as those big fat snowflakes outside. 

I knew everything. I knew more of everything than I could have known.

"I have to go find somebody," Vanessa said, pointing vaguely.

"Hold it," I said ominously. I didn't say it loud, but she heard me well enough. I nailed the tone. I've heard guys try to sound like that and fail. She froze. She even looked cold. I felt like a playground bully.

"Whatta ya got?" I asked.

"I don't have anything. What do you mean?"

"Your name really is Vanessa, isn't it? Is it in your coat? Whatever you got, put it back."

"I don't have anything." 

I shrugged my shoulders. I have kind of big shoulders. Sometimes just shrugging them seems to throw people off their game.

"Your coat's right there. Whatever you took is in the pockets. It's not going to happen."

She started to argue, and seemed to be getting her nerve back.

"Hey!" I hissed. "Keep it down, and put everything back. Just shove everything back under the coats and leave it. Nobody will know what happened."

"I don't have anything," she whined, sounding like a spoiled little brat. She was too old for that. "I'll say you took it." 

"I'm pretty damned sure nobody will believe that. Just do it."

She slid one foot closer to the bed. "You can't tell my dad." She seemed to think we were negotiating.

"I won't. But you put everything back right the fuck now or I'll tell a cop."

"Shit!" Her eyes flashed with what appeared to be genuine hatred. "What's it to you, anyway?" She reached for her coat and pulled something out of a pocket. Whatever it was, she held it in her fist and punched her fist in between the coats.

"Everything. Put it all back."

She snorted furiously and pulled something else from another pocket and slammed it onto the bed.

"Fuck it," I said. "Let's go. I'm telling the first person we see what happened and I'm calling the cops."

"You can't," she whispered desperately. "That's everything. You promised." She seemed to expect that to work. It sounded like she'd used that line before. Just like she'd used the whining and the bargaining.

"Tough shit."

"Not the cops. I put it all back. I didn't take anything."

"Let's go."

"I'll say you grabbed me and pulled me in here."

That pissed me off fast. I clamped my mouth shut hard and did not turn my back on her as I started for the door.

"Don't tell." She spoke quickly, rushing to get the words out before I left. "I'll do anything."

I stopped. "Anything?" If I had been trying to do a Snidely Whiplash impression, it would have sounded a lot like that.

She glared straight at me, but she didn't look up, so she was staring at my chest. "You can do anything you want to me, but you can't tell. Not the cops." 

I stalled, and plainly, unapologetically looked her up and down. It turned out she was pretty easy to look at. The only thing wrong with her face was the hard expression it wore. Heavy eyebrows, but not too heavy. Kind of a big nose. Maybe a bit of an overbite, but I tend to like that. Long hair. Her dark green dress didn't seem to fit very well, but it was an improvement over that ugly black coat. Couldn't tell how big her tits were. She wasn't very big, but maybe a little thick through the waist. She looked like she hadn't gone to any trouble to try to look good. 

Still stalling, I said, "You were going to fuck up the whole day for everybody."

"I'm sorry." She sounded so damned sincere it was hard to not believe her.

There was no way she could have gotten away with it. She knew that. I knew she knew that. There was no doubt in my mind that she had done things like that before and had been caught before. So, she must have wanted to get caught. There was no other way it could have turned out. She still didn't like it. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but I had a lot of ideas. I asked, "How old are you?"

"Nineteen." That sounded about right.

"Well, that's sure as hell old enough to know better. Shit, this is probably a felony. And I know a cop."

"Don't. Please." She just got sincerer and sincerer. "Nobody has to know. If you tell, it'll fuck things up just as bad as if I took that stuff."

"I guess you'd know about that."

Vanessa didn't deny it. She bit her lower lip and glanced up at me. I let myself wonder, for just an instant, if she was really nineteen.

I could go find her daddy and tell on her. That would make for a fun afternoon. I did know a cop, but that wasn't really an option. The easiest thing would be to do nothing. Suddenly I felt like I was being bluffed.

"You said you'd do anything? You know what that means. You might not like it." I kept my voice very low and tried to sound mean. "I might not be a nice guy."

This was her chance to back out, but she didn't take it. She nodded her head. 

I moved past her again, to the bed, and spoke more quickly. "You sure you put everything back? Put your coat on. We're going to my place." I found my coat while she was making a production out of getting hers on. "I got my car out this way. We see anybody on the way, we're going to get cigarettes. You go along with everything I say and act cheerful, you got it?"

Nod.

"Show me. Look cheerful."

She rolled her eyes and went from angry, terrified little girl to agreeably bored young woman in less time than it took her to take a deep breath. I acted pissed off to cover up the fact that I was a little bit scared.

We saw no one I had to talk to on the way to my car. The snow had turned to a light, chilly drizzle and I fought the urge to pull my collar up. I opened the passenger door like a gentleman and she slid in like a lady. A silent, ten-minute ride took us to my apartment.

Vanessa stood in my living room while I went to the fridge and got myself a beer. When I got back I told her to throw her coat on a chair. She did. She looked better without the coat. I gestured with my thumb, toward the bedroom, and followed her.

"Take off the dress," I told her. "Take everything off." Damn, I sounded cool.

Vanessa stood on one foot at a time to kick off one shoe at a time. They weren't high heels, but she was noticeably shorter without them. She bent an arm up behind her back to reach a zipper, looking annoyed and bored the whole time, like she was paying off a bad bet. Her chocolate-brown bra didn't match her beige panties. She didn't try to cover her tits when she took the bra off, and she didn't bend her knees when she pulled her panties down. I sipped my beer and watched. She looked a lot better naked than with clothes on. The green dress wasn't cutting it.

She stood there naked while I sat on the only chair in the room. When I bent over to untie my shoes her unshaved pussy was about three feet in front of my face. I'm sure my nostrils flared. She stood with her weight on one foot, with her arms crossed under her boobs. She looked at me a couple of times while I was undressing, but most of the time her eyes were aimed at a corner of the ceiling. 

I went to the closet and reached inside for the leather belt I wore to work. It was hanging from a hook just inside the sliding door and I didn't have to look to find it. It was wide and heavy and black.

"What are you doing?" She really did sound scared, and she didn't look bored any more.

I folded the belt over and held the ends in one hand. "I was thinking I might spank your lying thief ass," I told her. "Turn around." She turned stiffly to face the bed, and stood with her knees locked and her arms down in front of her, her hands in little tight fists. I moved close to her side and reached down to cup a hard, tense ass cheek in my hand. "Kind of a shame," I drawled, my lips close to her ear. "It's a nice ass. Still, you were bad. And you said I could do anything I want, right?" I was so full of bullshit I couldn't believe it, but acting like that was working great and it was actually sort of fun.

She nodded her head up and down about half an inch. I moved the belt to my other hand and let it hang against her hip while I felt up her tits. They were damned nice tits, good sized and firm. Her dry eyes stared at the wall in front of her. 

"You said I could do anything I want to you, right? Tell me again."

She inhaled audibly, but her voice was clear and composed. "You can do anything you want to me."

"Lay on the bed." I put my hand on the back of her shoulder and steered her so she lay face down in the middle of my bed. Her face was turned toward the wall and her feet were a few inches apart. I got on my knees next to her and flipped my cock up so it fell lightly on her ass. It really was a nice butt, round and not too wide. Her legs moved just a little farther apart.

I let the belt rest on the back of her thigh while I felt her ass some more. Even relaxed it was nice and firm. I could smell perfume and I could smell her pussy. The combination smelled delicious. I swung one leg over her and nestled my cock into her ass crack. My hands, one of them still holding the belt, went to her shoulders, so the belt was right next to her face. My rigid cock slid down and nudged her butthole. She didn't try to do anything about that.

I moved off to the side again and told her to roll over. She did, and moved her legs a little farther apart. I reached for her pussy. It was wet, and she moved a little when I slid my finger in.

"I..." she started, but I shook my head at her. 

"Don't say a fucking thing," I ordered. It seemed like I was overdoing the bossy stuff, but it was still working. I stretched out to reach the nightstand, and pulled back and showed her a condom. She nodded again.

I let go of the belt and lay down on top of her, my hand on her tit and my cock very close to her pussy. Her pink nipples were swollen hard. 

Vanessa was hot. I don't just mean she looked good, and I don't just mean she was sexy, either. And I don't mean she was turned on, even though she was, in fact, rhythmically humping her wet pussy up against me. She was actually hot. I could feel heat radiating up off of her body. The skin on her chest was flushed and her tits were hot against my lips.

I went lower. Her dark hair was thick, but trimmed short. It veiled but did not hide the little nineteen-year-old pussy.

"You..." she started, sounding panicked. "Shut up," I growled. "Spread your legs and hold still." She spread them wide. She didn't even try to hold still.

I sucked on one pussy lip, then the other, once in a while sliding my tongue up inside her or nibbling up toward her clit. It was hard to tell if she was loving what I was doing or hating it. I quit sucking and started licking. Up and down and around I licked, down almost to her asshole, up around her clit. There was something going on with her, like she was either trying to cum and couldn't, or trying not to and couldn't help it. She was saying things like "I... You... Don't..." in a high, quiet, frantic voice. 

She was really hot. I mean that in every sense of the word. When I spread her lips with my fingers and started lapping her clit she let out a long, low moan from way back in her throat. When she came, there was no question about it.

I kept the tip of my tongue on her hard little clit until she seemed ready to cum again, but before she did I quit and got up on my knees. She started to follow me, sitting up on her elbows. I tore open the condom and told her to get on her hands and knees. She was there waiting for me.

I moved in close behind her. She didn't move, not even when I rubbed my cock against her pussy lips. Then the small of her back arched down and her ass rotated up. I slid in. She was tight and wet. She had a great ass and her waist looked tiny from that angle. I was planning to take my time and really give it to her, but about twenty seconds in I thought the hell with it. I just grabbed her hips and fucked her. She pushed back against me like she wanted it even deeper. 

Afterward, I went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and wash up. When I came back, still drying myself with a hand towel, I was surprised that she was still there on her belly, still naked and uncovered. I stopped to admire the view and was glad I did. The curves were beautiful. I was still standing there when she picked her head up and looked at me with no particular expression or interest. I tossed the towel aside and picked the belt up off the floor. 

"What are you doing with that? You can't, not now." It sounded almost like a dare. When I picked the belt up I was planning to put it away. Then she said that, and I saw her eyes, and my plans changed. There was still some heat there.

"I can't? You didn't think I forgot, did you?" I sat next to her with one leg on the bed and slapped her ass lightly with the palm of my hand. Her cheek quivered. I slapped the other side and watched it quiver, too. She moved a little, but not like she was trying to get away. I squeezed and petted and spanked her for a minute, not hard enough to hurt. Skin that had been white as a wedding dress turned a healthy rosy pink.

I stood up. Before I even said anything she grabbed two fistfuls of blanket and lifted her ass up off the bed.

I didn't hit her hard at all. I pretty much just swung the belt out and let it fall across her ass, and I only did that a few times. It didn't take much. Her skin lit up and red stripes showed the exact width of the belt. Maybe it stung more than I thought. She squirmed and whimpered like it did.

I tossed the belt and stepped back and said, "Get down here and suck me." She moved like a cat, except she landed on her knees. My cock was already hard again, and half of it disappeared inside her mouth and stayed there as she sucked, her tongue working hard. After a few minutes she backed slowly off but never let it all out of her mouth before she sucked it back in. At first she had both her hands on my thighs. Then she dropped one hand down between her legs.

She was there for a while, but if she got tired, I couldn't tell. She did lose her rhythm once. I think she got herself off and was breathing through her mouth instead of sucking. I put my hands on the sides of her head and fucked her mouth for a minute, and when I let go and she sucked even harder and faster.

When I got close I made sure she knew it. When I came she kept sucking. I love that. I came even better than I had the first time. Then she sat back on her heels, still stroking me fast with her hand, and looked up at me, her big dark eyes wide open. She swallowed. Then she sucked me some more.

Ordinarily, I might have fallen in love right there.

I reached down to her arms and lifted. She came up to me quickly and easily and surprised me with a quick, light kiss on the corner of my mouth.

Vanessa went into the bathroom and by the time she came out I had my clothes on. She kissed me again. This was a brief, deep kiss, with a lot of tongue and with her naked body pressed hard against me. Her mouth was minty fresh. 

Her tits hung heavily when she bent to pick up her underwear. I remembered my beer and took a drink while I watched. Vanessa ignored me. She was cool. It was like a fever had broken.

"They're going to think it took a long time to get your cigarettes," she said without looking at me.

"Is that going to be a problem for you?"

"Not really." 

"You going to be here for Krystal's wedding?" I asked.

"I guess. That's the plan." She wiggled around to get her bra right. "You?"

"Oh, yeah. I couldn't miss that. Krystal and me go way back." A mark from the belt peeked out from under her panties when she turned to get her dress. "Gonna be a big wedding," I told her. "Lots of people, lots of presents."




The Coat Room



Vanessa slid her dress on. She didn't ask me to help her zip it.

"You know anybody around here?" I asked.

"Why? Are you asking me for a date?" She was looking for her shoes. Her face was prettier than I had noticed at first.

"Maybe. Thought you might need a ride to the wedding. Christmas, too. They do it up big here."

"Sounds nice," she said noncommittally.

"Lots of presents," I repeated. "Think you can behave yourself?"

She shrugged her shoulders, settling her dress. She turned to face me and looked me straight in the eye, defiantly, mischievously, lethally, affectionately. Whatever that look was, she nailed it perfectly. "We'll see," she said.

Then her eyebrows dropped and her voice hardened and she added, "But I better not ever see that fucking belt again."



The Coat Room



I was visiting a friend in Manhattan. We were going to a party, some friend of a friend on the Upper Westside. I didn't know anyone there, except my friend and I lost her sometime after 11:00. It was a mixed crowd. Some Nolita types, some of us from Brooklyn, some people old enough to be my parents, or at least my father...some young enough to be my step-mom. And I was pretty buzzed as we'd dropped what I had thought was some E but turned out to be some downs instead. And I'd had a few Blue Moons and a couple of shots of (not realizing of course that I had just taken a down).

I was feeling pretty loopy. Most of that night is only bits and pieces. Jumbled fragments that don't quite fall into place. I remember talking to some hot guy from California, kind of cute with long hair. I was thinking I wanted to give him a blow job and he was going on about this Venezuelan sandwich place and did I know it. And then there's black. And then I remember waking up face down in the dark. So, technically it was still black. I was on a bed covered with people's coats, even some furs, if you can imagine that. And it was warm and dark. It must have been the bedroom that had been designated the party's coat room. And I didn't want to get up because it felt like I was in a giant marshmallow and I knew the wind off the Hudson would be like 20 degrees (we had just had a snowstorm a couple days before) and I was so nice and cozy under all those coats. 

But I had heard something. What was it? It was someone coming into the coat room. I could hear voices, but, of course, being face down under a pile of coats, I couldn't see anything. It was a couple. But I couldn't make out what they were saying. Then I realized they were speaking French. And at first I thought maybe I was in France. But I knew that couldn't be. I hadn't been out that long. I mean I would have had to go through the TSA line. I think I would have remembered that. 

I could tell by their voices they were older. Like maybe in their thirties or even forty. They were talking; you could tell it was something mundane, like paying the babysitter or why were you talking to that chick by the canapés or are we going to Long Island next weekend. Whatever. I didn't care. I just wanted to stay in my little cocoon and I wished I hadn't worn a skirt because it was going to be twice as cold outside in a skirt and I didn't want to have to pay for a cab all the way back to Brooklyn.

Then they started moving the coats, like trying to figure out what happened to theirs. And I just wanted to burrow in deeper so they wouldn't disturb me, but I didn't want to move. In fact, I couldn't if I'd tried. Every part of my body felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. And like moving was such an effort. And then one of them pulled off the last coat covering me and they stopped. I could feel the cooler air on my back. Oh, I wanted that coat back on me! Just let me sleep you fucking Frenchies! Then I heard them talking quietly to themselves. Like, oh, what do we have here? A passed out American bimbo. Sacre bleu. I mean, that's what it sounded like to me. But their tones were hushed.

And then I heard the coat being put down to one side. And as they talked I felt my skirt being slowly raised. What the fuck!, I thought to myself. There was an intake of breath and their next exchanges were almost reverential. In spite of myself I was glad that at least they seemed to be having nice things to say about my totally vulnerable, totally exposed mid-winter-white thighs and ass. And that felt kind of good. I mean since I couldn't do anything about it anyway if my life depended on it. At least I had worn nice panties. Nothing sexy. Just some retro pink striped bikini panties. But they were clean. I mean, you go to a party, you figure someone'll see your panties before the night is over, right?

They talked back and forth with each other. She seemed to be asking. He seemed to be saying like of course, or course. And then they got quiet and I felt her fingernails slipping under the waist of my panties and she slowly pulled them down over the hump of my round, white ass (not fat mind you, but black guys on the sidewalk turn and give me a second look). I'm thinking, lady! What the fuck?!?

I felt the bed move. She had sat down next to me. And then I felt her finger tips run down my asscheek all the way to the downy backs of my thighs. So lightly like it almost didn't happen. But then it happened again on the other cheek and back up. And then I felt one fingernail gently trace its way from the top of my ass cleft down between my cheeks, just graze my butthole and stop right at the few stray hairs left on my perineum. Goosebumps broke out on my ass and up my back. And my heart started beating away.

And they were almost whispering now. I heard the woman make a slurping sound and she placed one hand right on my ass cheek and pushed it to the side, opening me up. And then I felt a delicate, wet finger gently circle my butthole. Whoa! Hold the phone here, lady!

Meanwhile the guy, Mr. Frog, was waxing rhapsodic about my ass and about Lady Frog's aberrant behavior. I heard her sucking on her finger again and then she was gently rubbing on my asshole again. And other than this being totally weird it actually didn't feel half bad. Part of me didn't mind laying face down with my panties down to my thighs with some strange French woman massaging my asshole. And I must have moaned a little or purred, because suddenly she pulled her finger away. And there was silence. 

Then a pause. I guess they were afraid I was waking up or something. I heard a few whispers. Then a wet sound and the insistent little finger was tapping at my backdoor again. And I kind of sighed and she stopped rubbing for a moment then kept going.  

Now she pulled my cheeks further apart and I felt her gently pushing her fingernail in the center of my pucker. She was being real careful, for which I was and am grateful. She kept pushing gently and damn if I didn't feel my little butthole stretch until she was all the way in to her first knuckle. 

I could hear their breathing now. And more whispers. The bed creaked. She must have leaned over, because the next thing I felt was a warm gob of spit land in my ass crack and run down between my cheeks to where her finger was stuck up my ass. She moved her finger out a little and spit again. She managed to land a good portion right on her finger and my asshole. Then she worked her way up my ass some more. 

I could hear her kind of cooing to me now. Something about "her petite shoe" or something. And I felt her long, thin finger sliding up inside of me and she was very gentle. I knew she was trying to be gentle. As gentle as you can be sliding your finger up some anonymous passed out girl's asshole, I guess. 

I heard a zipper slide open and the rustling of clothes. She stopped and whispered something to him. I felt her leaning over again and then wet, slurpy noises. And he moaned quietly. And I felt a hot flush of lust spread over me, knowing she was sucking on her husband's cock with her finger up my ass. Like I was connected to what they were doing, a passive co-conspirator. Then she pulled away from him, her finger still up my ass, mind you, all the way to her last knuckle now. Her other hand let go of my ass cheek and I heard and felt a rhythmic motion. And the guy moaned again. In French. If you can imagine a moan in French. And I knew she had his cock in her fist and was jerking him off while fingering my ass. God, she was one busy French woman. 

And as I lay there with her sliding her long, slim finger in and out of my asshole and hearing her jerking off her husband, I wondered if maybe they were from Montreal. I don't know a French Canadian accent from a French accent. And I was kind of melting into the bed and breathing a little harder because this older French woman was really working over my asshole and it was really starting to feel good in a very, very perverse, submissive kind of way. Like go ahead and do with me as you wish, Mistress, and all that. I mean, I could feel my little backhole opening up like a flower, getting all relaxed and my pussy was joining in getting all gushy and drooly. 

And she's pumping on her husband's cock and she's talking to him and I don't know what she's saying but it sounds dirty. The way she's talking in French just sounds nasty and hot. And I was thinking I hope he doesn't cum all over the coats. That would be just nasty and wrong. And not nasty in a good way. Some nice surprise when you get home and take off your coat. Like what's this on my camel hair coat, dear? Why I do believe that's stranger semen. Call the dry cleaners! Then I thought, God, I hope he doesn't cum on me. Well, actually part of me was really turned on at the thought of him spurting his hot load on my jiggling white butt cheeks and the backs of my thighs. But what if he shot all the way up my back, all over my skirt, my top? Again...call the dry cleaners!

The bed creaked again and I heard her sucking on his cock again. And it was really turning me on. Maybe more than seeing them. I mean, what if they were ugly or something? In my mind they were pretty good looking. I imagined she had brown hair like me, but longer and done up, with a few long strands hanging down past her ears. And she had a black dress and high heels. And he was older and sophisticated, with a touch of gray at his temples. And they liked having her jerk him off at parties while she finger fucked a helpless stranger's ass. Then went home and had baguettes smeared with triple cream brie. Or maybe she jerked him off onto the baguette and they ate it with man-cream.

She took her mouth off him and started jerking him again, and he was saying things to her, and by his tone I knew he was close. And she pulled her finger from my ass again and I heard her noisily sucking on it (those were my ass juices on that finger, I thought and marveled at what a little slut our sophisticated French woman was), getting it lubed up some more. And when she pulled it out my ass felt so empty. Oh, I wanted her to slide that wonderful finger of hers up my sweet, hungry, little ass again. 

She tried to get it back in, but she had one hand jerking French hubby and my cheeks had closed and she didn't have a free hand. She was feeling around with her finger but trying not to poke me with her nail. And I wanted her in me again. And I felt bad for her and thought the least I could do was help out a little. So I managed to get my arms to move and I shifted a little and got them back behind me. I reached back and grabbed a meaty, little butt cheek in each hand and spread my ass for her so she could get to my little asshole. 

And I could hear their breathing change. Oh, God, I thought, maybe I've given myself away just a teeny, tiny bit. Then she reached out her finger and slid it straight up my ass and it was glorious. I must have moaned a little. She was talking to me, and it was like she was telling me what a good girl I was or slut or whatever. It didn't matter. Just as long as she kept talking like that in French and kept sliding her finger deep up my ass like that. I didn't know my ass could feel so good. 

And then I heard the guy start making funny noises. And she was talking to him in a soothing tone. And her pumping got harder and it sounded like he was about to strangle on something. And then she was bent over sucking hard on him. And I could by his little stifled cries that he was cumming. And she was choking a little and I heard her swallowing, gulping. And I thought my heart would pound right out of my chest it was so hot.

And then she slowly pulled her finger out of my ass. Mmmm. And I sighed and relaxed into the bed, dropping my hands to my sides. I heard her inhaling deeply. She was smelling my ass on her finger! I was suddenly so self-conscious. I mean, how clean was I back there really? Then she made a comment to her husband and I could tell this crazy French woman liked it! Then I heard her sucking on her finger and practically smacking her lips in appreciation. Glad you like the ass, Ma'am. Happy to oblige.

Then she leaned over and gave my butt cheek a little kiss. She gently pulled up my panties and folded my skirt back down over my thighs. I felt like I'd been a good little girl and I was getting tucked in for the night. I heard a zipper being zipped up and, just before the coats were placed gently back on top of me, a soft "au revoir."



The Coatroom Ch. 01



We walked into the small but elegantly adorned Italian restaurant and were led to our isolated corner table by the maitre'd. All of the men's heads turned as you walked slowly through the restaurant with a small smile on your face, as I walked behind you and smiled as well, thoroughly enjoying the view and proud to be your escort for the evening. You looked simply amazing in a black dress that hung perfectly on your many curves, spaghetti straps hanging loosely on your tan shoulders, the dress ending just above your knees with a small slit on your right leg, providing just the right glimpse of long and lean thighs.

The meal was perfect, the food wonderful, the wine plentiful and intoxicating, the service attentive. Towards the end of the meal, the wait staff recognized our desire to be alone. We had barely acknowledged that there was anyone else in the once-crowded, but now slowly emptying restaurant. We had been lost in each other throughout the meal, increasingly so as the evening passed, our eyes locked, deeply gazing into each other's eyes, our hands and fingers touching and caressing, our toes and calves rubbing beneath the table, our own little silent secret, away from view, and above the table, we leaned over regularly to lightly graze each other lips, cheeks, and neck with soft kisses. We had waited quite a while to finally have our rendezvous, getting to know each other through electronic and telephonic exchanges, and this night was more than we had hoped or imagined, the chemistry undeniable, the anticipation palpable.

As we arose to end our meal and walk towards the door, I softly took your hip in my hand and led you down a small aisle, away from the entrance. You smiled and laughed gently, wondering where I was leading you, but intrigued and excited. I led you down a narrow corridor, and we glanced over our shoulders, giggling quietly like school kids, and I slowly opened the door.

We entered a dimly lit room strewn with a few remnants from the seasons past, several musty coats and sweaters on hangers. The remainder of the room was paneled with a rich, dark mahogany, a small chandelier hung from the ceiling, a full-length mirror ran along one entire wall, with a long oak-covered counter directly across from the mirror.

We surveyed the surroundings for a few precious seconds, and then I gently took your waist and twirled around slowly a few times, a brief flamenco dance, that ended when I pulled you snugly into me,our bodies now entwined, our faces inches from each other's, close enough to feel each other's rapidly accelerating breathing, our hearts churning and beating in our respective chests, our eyes revealing the undeniable look of passion...Our mouths met in the smallest, slowest, sweetest of nibbles, escalating into deeper, more probing explorations of our lips and tongues, small and muffled moans and sighs emanating from deep within me, and a soft, sensuous barely audible growl from you.

I turned you around and you now faced the mirror, one eye peeking at the vision of one of my hands softly caressing and kneading your shoulder, the other rubbing ever so lightly over your hips and stomach, my lips now brushing over the nape of your neck, your earlobes, gently tasting and nibbling more feverishly now, as your head tilted back, a silent affirmation for me to continue my descent to your shoulder blades, your back, as I gently ran my fingers through your hair, aroused by your scent, the tactile sensations exploding in a combination of lips, and tongues, and fingers, and hands, and hair, and perfume, culminating in sheer desire. 

You leaned your hips back into me now, our bodies pressing closer, you own hands now turning back to reach for my own body, as I lifted first one and then the other thin piece of fabric hanging from your shoulders, and tugged then down, my other hand now lingering across your waist and the back of your thighs, reaching slightly beneath to feel the soft, warm skin of your legs under your lacy skirt. You pulled my own head forward, towards you, and turned your head at an angle, and kissed me deeply, hungrily, passionately.

I tenderly took your beautiful hair in my hands, and gently tugged on your hair, further pulling you back to my waiting lips. Your mouth was wet, warm, slippery, and wide open, your tongue flapping against my mine, eagerly waiting for me to further take command.

I whispered, while nibbling on the soft skin of your neck,"Relax and let me take over your being. I want to please that incredible body,to make you cum, is that what you want?" 

And with that, you moaned audibly and melted into my arms, moaning softly, mumbling soft words that I could not quite understand. And yet, your body language said all that was necessary.

Your waist and butt pressed more tightly into my lap, and told me just how hot you were with desire, with passion.Your hand reached to my belt at the exact same time that my own hand lowered the straps of your dress below your gorgeous breasts for the first time, and slowly, gently, my hand kneaded your nipples, feeling them grow taut and hard within my fingers. Then, I felt your own hands reach toward the growing bulge in my own pants, and you gasped audibly as you felt the length, the girth, the stiffness, the excitement, that you had evoked in me.

"Oh, my!", you thought, "I have never felt one quite as long and hard as this."

But, as aroused and intrigued as you were from the exploration of your hands upon me, you were quickly distracted by the sensation of your own breasts being pleasured, your nipples being teased.

Then, I lowered my free hand, and raised it beneath your dress, swiftly, confidently, and immediately put my fingers directly over the soft fabric of your thong, feeling its lacy material..yet, even more provocatively, feeling the heat and wetness emanating from beneath.

As I nibbled and sucked on your earlobe, I whispered again to you,"I am going to please you now, with my mouth." 

Before you had a chance to respond, I lifted you completely in my strong arms, and raised your buttocks onto the mahogany ledge, facing the mirror, and, as I knelt, between your legs, I parted your thighs with my fingers, looked you into your eyes, and said, softly, "I am going to lick you now. Would you like that?"

And, with that, you grabbed the back of my head with your fingers, and moaned, and pulled my head towards your vagina, and I caught the intoxicating whiff of your scent for the first time, and pulled the fabric aside from your lips, and gently ran the tip of my tongue ever so gently over your clit, while at the same time, I eased first one, then a second, and finally a third finger into your pussy, one finger reaching upwards into your inner walls, the second stroking your insides rhythmically, and the third feeling places within you that you have never had touched before, all the while licking you more feverishly, your excitement heightened by watching me lick you in the mirror.

Your stomach impulsively heaved, and gyrated, and I felt both of your thighs tighten around my face, while your hands pulled me the back of my head more deeply into you, and the muscles within you grabbed my fingers, now knowingly finding all spots within you that you didn't know existed, your clit pulsating to my tongue flicking over its tip, while my lips surrounded it and sucked on it wholly. Your eyes felt a flash within. You exploded, your juices rolling onto my face and mouth, your groans clearly audible now from well outside the door, and your ecstasy went on.

And on. 

And on.

My lips now finding the perfect spot on you to prolong your excitement to unbelievable duration.I was steel hard beneath you, stroking my own cock now with my free hand, so turned on by the pleasure that I was providing to you as never before.



Part Two? To be continued.

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The Coatroom - The Climax



Your explosive orgasm had barely subsided, the muscles within your clit tightening around my fingers, your clit still pulsating on my tongue, when I stood up quickly and raised your dress over your naval, took your long, lean legs and put them over my shoulders.

My long, thick cock was now twitching, teasing, as you looked down and I saw the smoldering look of unbridled lust in your sparkling eyes, your eyes flipping between my own eyes and the rock hard member now inches from your entrance, and I lingered just beyond your walls, my length now bouncing over your thighs and stomach, and you moaned, sighed, wriggled, with my hands now firmly gripping your ankles, pulling your legs apart, and as much as you loved the fact of being lost in my complete control, you were nearly bursting with frustration, craving me to be in you, deeply. 

I smiled down at this beautiful woman now writhing within my grasp, your scent of anticipation filling the musky air of the cramped room, serving as a further signal of your desire, each tactile sense now maximized. Sight.Sound.Taste.Smell.Touch.

"Oh my God, I want you to fuck me, please, please fuck me, John!" The heat was now rising noticeably between your thighs, your pussy still vibrating with after shocks of the orgasm administered by my mouth and hands, and very much anticipating the throbbing piece of steel plunging inside of you.

"Tell me again, I couldn't quite hear you."

I teased you, now letting the very tip of my large cockhead press against your opening, ever so slightly.

"Dammit, fuck me, NOW, hard!"

With that prompting, the proper enthusiasm now audibly requested, in one thrust of my hips I plummeted within you for the first time, that indescribable sensation of cock meeting pussy in that first instant when time stands still, when the world doesn't exist beyond our pelvises grinding together furiously, and I watched your eyes virtually roll back into your head, your neck twisting from side to side almost uncontrollably, your face turning from pink to crimson, your lips pursed, and I worked a firm, powerful rhythm, as your hips rose desperately to meet and catch my hard thrusts, your cunt completely filled with manhood, long, skilled, strong......

I glided my palms beneath your ass, and lifted you up from the ledge, now carrying you in the small room, your legs wrapping instinctively around my waist, your own hands holding onto the back of my neck, and I lifted you up, time and time again, and threw you down roughly on my cock, your pussy splitting wide with each downward movement, my cock ramming you again and again and again, my mouth now working its way to your nipples, sucking on them, pulling them with my teeth, feeling their hardness between my lips.

Your brief journey airborne ended when I brought you to the far corner, right in front of the wall-mounted mirror, and I lifted you down and spun you around so that your heaving breasts faced the mirror, and with the force of my body I pushed you into the glass, taking your wrists and spreading them on either side of the frame, and entered you again, this time from behind. 

My lips worked frantically on the nape of your neck, I whispered into your ear, "Open your eyes and watch yourself get thoroughly fucked."

With that, I took your tits in one hand, alternating rubbing and grabbing them, and with the other hand, I reached around and firmly ground my fingertip onto your clit, just inches away from my cock still buried in your dripping cunt, and the sensation was unlike any that you had ever known, this man who you had waited for, who looked so conservative, now providing carnal pleasure to you as you had never imagined, and the dichotomy made you even more aroused, your entire body and mind now on fire, completely lost, surrendering your entire body and being to me. You were mine,and you loved it.

I felt your stomach gyrating again, and the tight muscles within you more firmly grasping my cock, and I knew that you were again ready to explode, as I heaved faster, harder into your tight, wet tunnel, and as you shuddered and groaned and wailed, I pulled out of you and grabbed your shoulders downward, spinning you around, and you knew what was to come, and you opened your mouth willingly as wave after wave of my cream gushed from my cock, coating your beautiful face, your neck, your cheeks, your hair, your breasts.

I stood above you and waited for your eyes to slowly open, cum dripping slightly from one eyelid, and I pulled you up towards me and kissed you deeply, tasting my own cum on your face and lips, my own mouth still covered with the sweet nectar of your own juices from my tongue-lashing of you.

You started to say something, but I put a finger gently to your lips,and tenderly recovered the wrinkled dress that was now strewn across the ledge, and slipped your heels on, and raised the straps of your dress back over your ample bosom, and lowered it down your smooth stomach.

You stood and watched me dress myself, smiling, mesmerized, sated, wanting more, but completely exhausted, and I took you by the hand and led you out of the room and down the corridor.

You feebly protested, and again I smiled and raised a single finger to your mouth, and we walked into the foyer where the remains of the wait staff watched us, your hair falling into your eyes, your hair mussed wildly, cum still coating your lips and cheeks, and as we walked by the smugly grinning maitre'd, I took one of your fingers to your own face, and rubbed your fingertip on the cum on your face.

I pressed your fingertip onto the handsome man's face, and told him "Consider this your tip for lovely ambiance."

As my hand wrapped snugly around your waist as we exited the door, we heard the man say, over our shoulders "Please, by all means, cum again."

"Anytime."