4 comments/ 34237 views/ 3 favorites The Nina File By: James Cody The tongue is a marvelous thing -- firm, pliable, strong, delicate ... perhaps the most versatile organ in the body, after the hands and the brain, of course. Right now, I was watching a colleague of mine stick her tongue out and alternately touch her upper and then lower lip before reaching for her nose. Nina was a 20 something, 5 foot 6 inch temp working as my boss' assistant and she had a predilection for tight tops and form fitting skirts and 3 inch heels. Today's vision was draped in a tight red shirt with a deftly subversive, low cut "V" that showcased her firm, b-cup tits -- she had a knee length black skirt and black leather boots that laced up the back. Her shoulder length, strawberry blond hair was pulled back in to a simple but sexy ponytail and she wore a fashionable pair of D&G glasses adorning the bridge of her regal nose. She had big, hazel eyes and Jessica Alba lips. She looked like she'd stepped out of an office themed porn flick. She was standing over my shoulder, her slender arm resting around my neck and she pointed out some discrepancies in the report I'd filed a few days earlier. Nina was aces at reviewing and revising reports, and the speed with which she did it was almost supernatural. I realized that if the brain was the ultimate erogenous zone, I was going to have to work twice as hard to seduce hers. The lady was a genius. But I'd never noticed her touch anybody in the office before -- and she was trying to touch the tip of her nose with her tongue. "I've got tissue in a drawer," I told Nina as I tapped my desk. "But I gotta tell ya, that was spectacular." "What?" Nina asked, jerking her head back a little, resting her hands on her curvy hips. She furrowed her brow and glared at me. "The whole 'tongue to nose' trick. Spectacular!" "What?" she asked again, touching the tip of her lovely nose and realizing it was wet. "Oh, shit ... don't tell me I'm doing that again!" "Again?" I inquired, enjoying the way she blushed. I noticed her nipples had hardened and poked through her tight shirt. They looked long and delicious. "That's none of your business," she snarled before I even asked her to explain. "Just fix the report by Friday, ok?" "Your wish ..." I started but she darted back to her desk by the boss' door. She'd walked quickly and her skirt had tightened around her bottom and her buns looked smooth and firm. Nina sat down and slouched a bit in her seat, hiding behind a folder, obviously embarrassed by what I'd noticed. I wanted to know more. @@@@@@@ The name's Zeke Holland -- Ezechiel, for those who matter. Restructuring at my former job prompted me to seek new employment, and a recent break-up followed by a failed romance with my roommate at the time were all the push I needed to jump a plane and "go west," as they told the young man. So, although I wasn't so young, here I was in Alberta, working for an ad company, trying to make the tar sands a palatable resource. I worked on the logistics side of things, analyzing budget expenditures. My functions led me to meet Nina. I've already told you about her -- total hottie, as the kids say these days. As for me, I'm leaner and firmer than I was. My middle aged paunch slowly melted away under a regimen of tennis, swimming and working out, but my receding blond hairline had not grown back. Not much more for me to do during the cold winter months since I wasn't the snow sports kind of guy. But my time with Dannie, my old roommate and lover, showed me the importance of regaining a healthy body weight. Dannie once described me as a cranky army sergeant with soft blue eyes. I was hoping Nina would feel the same way. That I was 15 years her senior was going to be a hurdle, though. I also had a bad habit of kidding myself -- should I follow my dick and humiliate myself by chasing the office bombshell who could have her pick of the litter, or should I act my age? But then again, new city and new environment, so maybe time for a new me. @@@@@@@ Friday came along and the report had been handed in and I was in the employee lounge, wasting time away, hurtling birds at green pigs when I caught sight of Nina walking by -- she wore tight jeans, her traditional heels and a tight tee sporting a Flames logo. I wondered if she was a puck bunny. A weird impulse grabbed me: I switched off the game I was playing and dialed the mobile web address of this streaming vid site I knew. I pulled my headphones from my pocket and plugged them into the smartphone's jack and started a video. I glanced over the edge of the screen and noticed Nina walking by a few more times, curiously watching at me as I shifted in my lounge sofa. Finally, Nina walked into the lounge and gave me an odd "once over" before tapping my foot with her sexy shoe. I popped one of the ear buds and looked up at her. I felt a rush of heat surge through me and my hardening cock twitched as I met her eyes. "Hey ... Can I help you?" I asked. The neon lights in the ceiling flickered. "I just wanted to tell you -- the boss was impressed with your report." "Thanks. Did you tell her about the errors you pointed out?" "She knows I look over every report," Nina said while sitting down next to me. She crossed her legs and stretched her arms across the back of the sofa. "She likes the way you write. Tone, context ... You'd think you were a pro. It makes for interesting reading." "High praise," I retorted. I proceeded to continue with me experiment -- I put the bud back into my ear and increased the volume and let the moans of classic Hyapatia Lee fill my ears and the sight of her nubile tongue sinking into the pussy of a lovely Colleen Brennan as they relived Chaucer's naughty classic. Without thinking I stretched my legs and rested the phone on my waist and enjoyed vintage porn under Nina's watchful eye. I don't know how much time went by as I got my fill of classic professional fuckers until I felt a delicate hand on my shoulder. I glanced up and Nina was staring intently at the screen, her tongue slipping out of her mouth and reaching for her nose. "That's not ... appropriate," Nina said, her voice more a whisper than a reproach. "This?" I pointed at the screen. "Just a hobby. And my lunch time is my free time, right?" I felt her fingers dig into the hard muscles of my neck. "Next time, leave your hobby at home ..." "Noted. By the way, you're doing the nose thing again." "I know." @@@@@@@ Since it was Friday, it was also happy hour at the local drinking hole. A little place called McCauley's, about 2 streets from the office. I'd heard through the grapevine that Nina was going to make an appearance, something she did every few weeks or so. I'd planned to stop by after work, but I'd fallen behind and five extra hours later, I debated walking into the bar or not. The joint was part Irish pub, part honky tonk -- it was warm tonight and music seeped from the opened door. Music and the smell of stale beer and drowned dreams. It'd been casual Friday so my faded blue jeans and black shirt were à propos for a sortie on the town -- so armed I entered the bar. A cold Molson draught would be good. An eclectic group of patrons populated the joint, spread out about the tables, the bar and the small dance floor. Amidst the revelers, I recognized some workmates, there were also some biker types and jocks haunting the more secretive corners of the establishment. Ladies were also out in full regalia -- seductive and vindictive were the young ones and lonely and reflective were the older ones. I surprised myself at such a reflection -- I sauntered up to the bar and screamed in drink-speak my order. The barmaid, a lovely young blond with big glossy lips and an equally large bust, slipped me a 12 oz. glass of Molson beer and I slipped her the money and a generous tip as she generously let me stare down her halter. I started to walk around the bar -- it'd filled up a bit and some weird Hank Williams/Lady Gaga hybrid was luring partyers to the dance floor. I stopped and shook hands with colleagues who'd braved the late evening crowd and that's when I saw her. Nina stood surrounded by three young bucks, each dressed in loose jeans and graphic covered shirts. Their handsome faces were adorned with cleverly trimmed beards and their hair wore the disheveled look so popular these days. I had a five o'clock shadow and my hair was a close-cropped buzz cut. I watched her as she danced -- she was beautiful under the colorful light but she was obviously drunk by the way she clung onto one of the guys. He was clinging on to her ass. That's when I noticed one of his companions slip something into the glass resting next to her purse. Shit ... I just acted. I slammed the glass of draught on a table and beelined for the dance floor. The guy who slipped whatever it was in her glass held it to Nina. She was about to sip her drink when I got to her. She noticed me and smiled -- the smile on the guys' faces faded, though. The guy holding her glass stopped smiling all together after I grabbed his wrist and twisted it sharply downwards. He yelped in pain and dropped the glass as his momentum carried him into an arm lock and I shoved him face-first onto a table. He grunted in pain and I fought the urge to break his wrist. The old training kicked in and when I felt a savage grip on my right shoulder I glanced down for a split second and recognized the leather bracelet worn by the guy Nina'd been clinging too. I felt like I'd stepped out of my body as some deep anger inside me boiled to the surface. As the hand on my shoulder started to twist me around, I twisted my hips sharply into his movement while bringing my elbow up -- this broke his grip and gave me an opening: my arm straightened but my fingers curled inwards and my hack connected with the side of his nose and his upper lip. His head jerked backwards and blood flowed from his split lip and I hoped he swallowed a few of his teeth. My hand continued in an opposite arc and connected with the awkwardly bent hand of the guy I held against the table. I felt bones give way beneath my blow as his grunts became moans. I couldn't believe I was turning into some half-cocked knight in shining armor for a woman I barely knew but desperately desired. I turned to face the third guy and my eyes met Nina's. Shock pierced her drunken stare when she assuredly read the coldness of my gaze. Even the third guy hesitated for a split second when he met my eyes before he took his shot. It was already too late -- I crashed my foot just below the knee of his farther most leg, causing him to lose balance. I rushed forward, grabbed the back of his head and pulled it down sharply while lifting my knee. They crashed together and he howled as his nose and cheek bone broke after three swift knee lifts. The entire altercation lasted a few seconds and by the time the bouncers arrived I'd grabbed Nina and I was leading her past a crowd of flashing cellphone cameras. I tried my best to shield our faces till I was confronted by a rather large bouncer. "Those guys," I pointed at the moaning heap I'd left. "They're using mickeys and GHB. Call the cops!" Our eyes locked for a second and the bouncer must have sized up the way I was holding Nina -- his brow furrowed. "C'mon man," I pleaded, "I'm taking her home. That's all." He nodded and signaled us to go while making hand gestures to coordinate his team. Nina was dazed as we crossed the street towards the parking space where my 2002 Corolla waited. I lead her into the passenger seat and dashed around to the driver's side. One I got in the car I started to shake as the adrenaline rush of the violence died down. I found a water bottle and took a deep swallow, allowing the cool flow take the edge off. "Shee-it," Nina said as she opened her eyes wide as she tried to clear her thoughts. "This guy just went ape-shit Rambo in there and those guys just went poof!" her words were slurred and her booze reeking breath filled the car. "Did you see.." she started before trailing off, realizing I was in the car. "Zeke? That was you." "Hey, Nina. So, where do you live again?" @@@@@@@ Nina's apartment was of the one bedroom variety. It was finely decorated with art deco prints on the walls and an assortment of boxes and trunks and vases. No pictures though -- it gave the place a boutique feel to it, though the oddly cohesive clutter imparted a strong sense of Nina-ness. I compared her lack of pictures with my own lack of mementos. I felt she hadn't lived long enough to have made any lasting memories and I'd lived long enough not to need to reminded of them. "Zeke?" Nina shouted from her bedroom, located in the middle of the floorspace. "I need ..." I put down the Heineken she'd given me on the small, two seat kitchen table she had and rushed to her room. Nina was lying face down on the bed, obviously too drunk to disrobe without help. I paused a moment, transfixed by the way the curve of her back led into the soft, voluptuous rise of her buttocks. She'd managed to get her shirt off and sported only a black, lacy bra and the way she lied on the bed crushed her usually subdued breasts, making them seem much more prominent. I was amazed ... and aroused to see that Nina had a long tattoo down the left side of her body: a series of red roses with interlocking stems stretching from her arm pit, down her side till her hip. "Little help?" she mumbled, her face half buried in her blankets. The room was like the rest of her apartment, sparse but organic. The walls were turquoise and they matched her blankets. "With what?" I asked as I lingered on her perfect ass. Nina proceeded to try and point at her rear. "With your jeans, I reckon?" She gave me a thumbs up. I hesitated. I felt like I was being invited to step on a land mine -- a beautiful young woman, my boss's right hand was lying half-naked on her bed and was asking me to make her more naked. Perfect set-up that could blow up in my face. But then again ... What the hell! "Just want me to slide them off?" Thumbs up again. I stood next to her, but decided to take my time with this. Nina hadn't removed her shoes so I kneeled and cupped her black pump and slipped it off. I admired the elegant proportions of her foot and her lovely red painted toenails. "Hummmm," she moaned as I ran my fingernails across the arch of her foot before kissing the tips of each of her toes. Nina giggled when she felt my tongue touch her foot. I pecked her heel a few more times before standing up and caressing her calves and thighs till I reached her hips, waiting on the edge of her ass. "I think you like that," I whispered while rubbing her hips. "Uh-hunh." "Lift your hips." Nina did and I slid my fingers under the waistband and I wriggled her tight denims off, one inch at a time. Her buttocks were milky white and smooth and she wore black, lacy panties that matched her bra. I watched as her ass crack was revealed beneath the sheer material. My breathing became hoarse as I exposed her thighs that I'd just felt through denim and now saw and caressed with the lightest brush of my fingertips. I finally pulled her pant-legs off and I saw all of her. Breathtaking. My cock was like a stone menhir in my faded jeans as I looked down upon Nina's vulnerable form, but I didn't feel strong. Despite all the adrenaline and violence from the fight I had earlier tonight - I felt humbled. Nina sighed as she rather clumsily shifted around onto her back -- she had a little rose tattoo on the inner edge of each breast. I moved around to the other side of the bed and threw the comforters aside and she slid beneath them. "I think you're gonna sleep now," I said. "Zeke, you ... started a fight because of me." Nina's eyes were closed and her breathing was calm. "No. I started it because of what those guys were going to do to you." She managed to support herself with her elbows and looked up at me defiantly. "Maybe I wanted them to!" I took a step back and let my eyes caress her body. "I'm sorry I interrupted your fun, then." "Wait," she sad as she reached out and grabbed my arm before I could turn around to leave. "Please wait. I just ... I've had guys fight over me, but never one fight for me. It's weird." "Then all the more fool them," I said, kissing her hand. "I ... like the way you touch me," she whispered, reaching up and cupping my cheek "Touch me again, please." I bent over and kissed Nina's forehead, letting my hand roam between her perky tits and down her stomach. When my lips found hers she opened her mouth timidly and I caressed the rose tattoo on her left side. Our tongues danced a bit before I pulled away and then kissed her forehead one more time. Nina was falling asleep. "Goodnight, Nina," I whispered in her ear. "G'night ... Z, you wanna fuck me?" "Yes" "Good." I slipped out of her room. @@@@@@@ I woke up to the smell of freshly brewing coffee and to the sound of sizzling bacon and eggs. Who the hell was in my apartment? I sat up in bed and payed for it by a sudden pain in the back of neck. I wasn't in my bed. I wasn't even in my apartment. I rotated my neck, stretching and getting my bearing's and realized I was still in Nina's apartment. The empty cans of Heineken at my feet explained why I didn't go home. What had I hoped to accomplish by sleeping on her sofa? I looked around for my shirt but couldn't find it Self-conscious about going around bare chested, I stood up, a bit dizzy from the beer and felt my mouth water at the scent of the cooking breakfast. I walked towards her kitchen, enjoying the feel of the cold hardwood floor against my bare feet. Nina was standing in front of a modern stove -- her reddish-blond hair was loose down and across her shoulders and was longer than I expected. Her legs were bare and she was barefoot -- and she was wearing my shirt. "Zeke, hi," she said without turning around. She was busy flipping the eggs. "Hey, Nina. I think I owe you some beer." "No shit, Sherlock. FYI, when a girl's wearing your shirt and cooking you breakfast -- beer ought to be the last thing on your mind." "Right," I muttered as I took a seat at the table. A beer would probably steady the racing thoughts I was having right now. "I have to ask -- since you're wearing my shirt ... Did we ..?" "I asked myself that same question as a matter of fact," Nina said as she poured me a cup of coffee and prepared our plates. I noticed she was wearing her D&G glasses. "But since I was still dressed," she winked at me as she placed a plate in front of me. It smelled delicious. "Well, kinda still dressed -- and when I found you on the sofa, I was pretty sure I was still a virgin." We both laughed at that remark while we went about picking at the salt and pepper ans spiced our eggs. "It was kind of chilly and your shirt was the first thing I threw on." "Hum -- okay. By the way, the eggs and bacon are basically spectacular." "Hi praise," she said, sucking on a piece of bacon. "That's my line," I said, savoring the steaming Colombian blend. "Yeah," she said, suddenly pensive. Things got quiet and we just ate. "Penny for your thoughts," I asked after a few minutes of silence. It wasn't awkward -- it actually felt very comfortable and natural, sitting quietly with Nina. "It's just ... I felt like there was something happening between us last night. Something hot." "There was -- is, something happening," I took another swill of coffee. "Why d'you think I got drunk last night?" I was still eating despite the turmoil in my head and my groin. "You drive me crazy and it could have been so easy ... but after the fight? I didn't know what I could do." "You wanted to protect me?" "Maybe I wanted to protect myself." The Nina File Ep. 02 Every once in a while, you meet someone you know will drag you down a dangerous road -- a road that'll change the way you view yourself and the world around you. Maybe for the better, maybe for the worse. And you say to yourself: I wouldn't have it any other way. For me that someone -- that woman -- was Nina. We were alone in a conference room, waiting for others to show and when they did, we were going to have a conference call with the head office about a change in strategy. The tar sands were going green and I was there to explain how the ad budgets were going to be tributed. I'd met Nina a few weeks after I started working and the chemistry was there from the beginning, but it took me pulling her from a sticky situation 6 weeks ago for us to realize just what we felt for one another. Since then, we played it cool at work but hot at home -- although I wasn't fool enough to think that our little fling was anything but a secret after co-workers witnessed me get in a fight and then carry her out of a local watering hole. Now, I could feel her big hazel eyes leering at me from her seat across the table. I peeked over the file I was pretending to review and felt sweat bead at the edge of my hairline and my cock shift as blood flushed from my reason to its core. Nina was a vision in a black skirt and a gray jacket that tapered around her slim waist, just before the flare of her hips. She left her strawberry-blond hair loose today and it just dangled around her head, framing her lovely face and thick, sensual lips just right. I watched her leisurely put a file down and walk over to me and lean against the conference table, her delicious ass just out of arm's reach. "Mr Zeke Holland," Nina said, her voice mellifluous and hypnotic. "Big day and big presentation. Penny for your thoughts?" "You usually know what I'm thinking," I answered back. My voice was hoarse as I watched while she crossed her legs. "But I like the way you say it." Nina pouted a bit. "Your wish," I said. "I was thinking how good you'd look, sprawled across this table, your skirt pushed up to your waist." Nina inched closer to me. "You know how I like your trimmed pussy. I'd pull your little black thong aside and just look at those puffy lips of yours. Maybe I'd touch them, maybe I'd lick them -- but you can be sure I'd make your pussy so wet that you'd end up begging me to fuck you. "First, I think I'd pull you to the edge of the table, take a seat in this chair and put your knees on my shoulders and just start lapping at those sweet juices of yours. Tongue in, tongue out ... I 'd take your clit and hold it between my teeth to steady it and just run the tip of my tongue across it. I know that drives you crazy -- wouldn't take long and you'd be bucking like a frantic mare. I'd have to hold you down on the table while I slip my middle finger into your snatch. "You know what I mean, don't you? My finger, moving in and out of you. So fast ... so very fast. Your pussy, just overflowing with its juices all over my hand and down my arm, staining my shirt." Nina was watching me, a haze across her eyes as she seemed to be entranced by what I was telling her. Or maybe it was how I was telling her. "After that, I'd step back from the table and you'd know what I want. You'd be staring at my crotch and I'd whip it out for you to see. You'd start playing with yourself while staring at it -- my cock. Long and hard, just for you. By this time, you'd have pushed your shirt up, Nina, and and you'd be pinching your long nipples while you squeeze your thighs so tight around your hand. I know the way you'd moan: little pants followed by a long "Aaaaaahhhh" sound. You'd be making those quick, little circular motions with your index and middle finger across your clit and snatch that're so quick to make you come." Nina was breathing hard, and her tongue slipped out of her mouth and she absent-mindfully tried to touch her nose. "The entire floor'd be filled with the sounds of your cum. That's when the magic would happen -- every one on the floor would be hypnotized by the sound of you masturbating and they would just. Go. Crazy! Every combination of man and woman and everything in between would join in the fun. Arlene and Kevin from accounting licking each other's ass. Ray and Don from shipping, giving themselves the double-dutch rudder. The entire building would flare up into a chaotic house of fuck and you would be its finger-fucking sex queen." Nina leaned her head back and I knew she was hanging on to my every word -- which explained why she turned and faced me and just started to giggle. "Finger-fucking sex queen?" "It's quite an image," I said, running my fingers through my short, dark blond hair. "By the way, I think there's a meeting about to start." @@@@@@@ The conference lasted about an hour and a half and Nina had once again demonstrated that ultra sharp mind of hers, while still stealing me a wanton glance every once and while, full of sexy promise. As for me, well, the army look and the 1000 yard stare and booming voice ensured I held their attention. The occasional joke ensured they weren't bored half to death. Ever since I left T.O. and a failed relationship as well as other failures, I'd been working to reinvent myself in this new city. But I realized it wasn't an reinvention so much as a reclamation. I'd spent years playing at being who others wanted me to be -- quiet when I wanted to scream; holding back when I wanted to lash out. Walking away when I wanted to pursue. But here, there were no preconceived expectations about who I was supposed to be and Nina'd been the catalyst to help bring me back to the surface. I would be forever grateful to her for that. @@@@@@@@ It was mid-afternoon and I was jotting down my signature on the final approval form and it struck me that I hadn't seen Nina for nearly 20 minutes -- odd, since every task she put her mind to was usually completed efficiently in record time. I put the form in a manila envelope and tossed into the internal mail chute and pulled up my windows outlook when my smartphone vibrated intently. It was an intermittent vibe, telling me it was a vid message. The display flashed Nina's number. I felt a surge of blood flow to my cock and I shifted in my seat. I looked around surreptitiously and when I was sure no heads were peaking over their respective cubicles and I dashed to the employee lounge -- it was usually empty at this time of day. I took a deep breath and sat in a lounge chair in a darker corner of the room, plugged my earphones in and pulled up my messaging menu and opened the multimedia message she sent me. It started slowly. I could hear the rustling of clothing. Then I heard my name: "Zeke." Her voice was husky, like scotch and smoke over velvet. The image came into focus and I watched as Nina looked at the camera, her tongue flowing across her thick lips -- after that, the image drifted downwards till it reached her chest. Nina had opened her jacket and had pulled her shirt up, exposing her back bra. I felt a quiver across y entire body and my cock swelled as I watched her undo the from clasp of her bra and released her firm B-cup tits. The little rose tattoos on the inside edges of her cleavage crashed as she pressed her tits together and pinched her nipples after moistening her fingers. "Zeke," Nina whispered, almost too softly for the microphone to register. She recorded her hands sliding down her body to the hem of her black skirt -- she pulled it up and exposed a pair of black stocking and garters that I'd seen, perfectly folded in one of her drawers. She also wore black, french-cut lace panties that she pulled aside to expose the puffed and engorged pussy lips I've become addicted to. The image shifted slightly and I realized she was squatting in a bathroom stall -- I watched as she parted her pussy and took her thickened clit between her thumb and forefinger and lightly pinched it, pulling a raspy gasp from her quivering lips. My pants grew tighter as I watched her thrust her hips forward while pushing her fingers deep into her pussy, making sure they rubbed across her clit -- I could almost smell her pussy juices all the way to here. Nina turned the camera to her face and I saw her beautiful features twisted in bliss as she fought to stay quiet while fingering herself to madness. "Zeke ... God ..." Nina whispered as the camera shakily showed her hand moving erratically between her thighs as she leaned forward and landed on her knees -- she bucked her wildly the way she did the first night we were together. I crossed my legs in order to stifle my growing erection but anybody who walked in to the lounge was sure to notice my heavy breathing and sweaty forehead. The image on the phone as my earbuds flooded my head with Nina's long moan -- she came quietly but steadily for nearly a minute. I yanked the earbuds out and I started to breathe in the slow, controlled manner I learned years ago as a way to control anger or fear. Also applied to libido overdrive. A few seconds later and I felt relatively normal and I left the lounge -- the neon lights in the corridor somehow made every color brighter yet softer and the sounds of voices had a harmonious and organic quality. I wondered if I'd missed a bit of oxygen from holding my breath while watching Nina. Speaking of the sexy she-devil, I passed her on the way to my cubicle and she nary gave me the time of day, but I noticed she was still flustered and that brought a smile to the corner of my mouth. When I sat down to my desk, I noticed an unmarked manila envelope next to my computer keyboard. I opened it, expecting to see another reclamation form Instead, I was met by a shear pair of black lace panties that smelled of woman and musk. Damn. @@@@@@@ Nina was one of the most amazingly sexually adventurous women I had ever had the chance to encounter. But although our first weekend was an ode to passion, the following week consisted more of an exploration of what turned us on. A sixty-nine in the parking lot of a crowded theater on a Tuesday night. A game of naked, blindfolded tag around my apartment on a Wednesday. A reenactment of the kitchen scene from 9 ½ Weeks on a Thursday. Finally, dinner, a movie and dancing on Friday -- just like regular folk. While we'd been dancing to the latest club sounds, I came to realize that youth and energy were in the heart and this young filly was filling mine with energized lust as we bobbed and weaved around each other under the pulsing lights. Nina's stroboscopic smile was rapturous as she hooked her arms around my neck and pulled my head downward so I could peek down her low-cut shirt and see the sweat bead in the valley of her cleavage. I felt her lips on my forehead before she turned her back to me and placed my hands on her curvaceous hips and she ground her barely-there, denim skirt covered ass onto my erect cock. The music had slowed down and we were swaying to a slow, ponderous baseline accompanied angelic vocals. My hands had joined just above her exposed navel and hers had slipped into the back pockets of my loose fitting jeans. To anybody who paid attention, and even those who didn't, it was obvious that we were into each other and everyone knew how the evening was going to end. We suddenly stopped dancing and Nina faced me and leaned her body into mine like a tango dancer before a slide and entwined her right leg around my left leg, pushing her small skirt to the edge of exposing her pussy -- the heat she emitted crawled up my leg and if my cock had been a live snake, it would have been dancing like a frenzied cobra. And then time stood still -- our fellow dancers appeared to marred in the reverberations as the pounding beats coagulated the air around us and we kissed. Nina's tongue was an insatiable predator as it prowled my mouth, stalking my own willing prey of a tongue. The kiss was one of those where you let it take your breath away but you felt like you could breathe forever. I felt the eyes of everybody on the dance floor riveted to us as we explored our bodies with roaming hands, leading eyes down Nina's back to her perfectly shaped ass; their eyes were lead up my back as she cupped my ass and then found my broad shoulders before grabbing a handful of my short blond hair and yanking my head back to expose my neck that she showered with her thick, moist lips. "Everybody's eying you," I whispered as I nibbled her earlobe. The music was pounding so loud that it blended with my heartbeat and every tha-thump drove more blood to my cock. "It's us, Zeke," Nina said as she licked my ear. "They're applauding us -- or they want to be us or they're jealous." "What now then?" Nina smiled a lascivious smile and grabbed my hand and deliberately lead me through the crowd of clubbers to one of the exits at the back of the club -- once outside, the air was fresh and the night had a bite to it that hinted to the autumn to come. The alley itself was like others, with trash containers and puddles of water and other liquids best not to ponder. It was a cliché from movies like Body Shots but I pushed Nina against the wall and dropped to on knee, like I was about to propose. The aroma from her pussy was my heroine and I pushed her tiny skirt up past the brink -- under flickering neon lights, I saw she wore no underwear and her trimmed pussy glistened from her juices. The sounds of traffic echoed in the alley when I hoisted Nina's left knee onto my right shoulder, clearing a path to her hot tunnel. She grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face to her blossom. The smell from her cunt overcame the fumes from the alley and my tongue darted across her pussy lips as I explored the silky petals surrounding her warm canal. I lapped and licked and she trembled as the familiar shock of pleasure rippled down her limbs -- Nina smacked her palms against the dirty brick wall time and again when I found her clit and just nibbled it hard enough to make her suck air in through her teeth. "Shit! Fuck me!" Nina hissed and she pulled me to my feet. I looked into her shadowed eyes and the ferocity of her desire reached down into my gut and pulled the beast to the surface and I growled while I struggled with my belt buckle. With surprising ease, my pants fell and Nina pulled at my jockeys and my cock sprang to readiness. Nina grabbed my shaft and guided it to her pussy -- I grabbed her thighs and pressed her against the wall while lifting her off the ground. We both gasped as she slid onto my cock -- the feel of her pussy enveloping me was like the embrace of a lustful goddess demanding her bounty. I thrust into her madly, violently even, and she met my every movement with her own sympathetic fuck. Our faces were close and we shared the same gasping breaths as our bodies exchanged blows of passion -- Nina's nails sank into my shoulders as she bit my lower lip. All the while, the bricks of the wall were scrapping against her thin blouse, sure to bruise her pale flesh and leave welts on her perfect shoulders. We were beasts of passion as we groaned and grunted and moaned our way closer to orgasm. Nina somehow managed to grab hold of some fencing and wrapped her legs around my thighs -- she used me as leverage and used her powerful legs and toned stomach to give my cock a wild, nearly horizontal ride. Her body was drenched in sweat against the brisk night air as she undulated like she was part of some universal wave of bliss that was traversing the universe. I could feel her pussy somehow twist and contort around my monolithic cock and I saw her face warp into something between a war mask and a death mask. I knew then she came as a gusher of her pussy juices erupted across my thighs. I held her after her pleasure subsided and she disengaged herself from around me. I was still hard and stiff and I rested against the grimy brick wall while Nina straightened her clothing. She eyed me with a sly smile before reaching over and patting my cock with a tender touch. "This big boy is going to have to be patient," Nina whispered into my ear as she tuck my slightly softening cock back into my pants. "You're driving me crazy -- you know that, right?" Nina winked and headed up the alley towards the street. "That's my specialty," she said, glancing over her shoulder. "Cruel and unusual punishment," I muttered as I zipped up and ran to catch up with her. *Continued ... The Nina File Nina tilted her head lightly and observed me. I felt her eyes roam across my bare chest -- I felt suddenly very self-conscious. A middle-aged man and a lovely young woman barely into her mid twenties. I felt like I was on the cover for "Lost in Translation" for dummies. Nina stood and crossed the kitchen floor and grabbed the back of my chair and turned it so I could face her. She put her hands on my hips and straddled my lap. I raised my eyes and locked on to hers and there was a burst of clarity. To hell with tomorrow and with the past and the future. My cock focused my clarity onto her thick, moist lips and swell of her tits as they rose beneath my shirt. Nina lowered herself onto my lap and the bulge of my erect cock. "You have very nice blue eyes," she said as her pussy touched my crotch. "You're only wearing my shirt, aren't you?" "Master of the obvious, I see ...You want to see what's underneath?" she asked, running her delicate fingers through my hair while the heat from her pussy made my cock throb. "The thought'd crossed my mind," I rasped. I ran my hand up and down her back and teasingly tugged at her long, wavy hair. "You're doing the whole tongue to nose thing, again." The scent of her wetness drifted up to my nose and triggered shakes across my whole body. "Well, why don't you shut up and do something about it?" I didn't need any further prodding -- I pulled Nina close to me and I caught her tongue between my lips. It wiggled and struggled like trapped prey till it touched my tongue and it fell quiet. I released it and it skirted deeply around mine and while we kissed, our tongues dance and twirled as they attempted to tame each other. While our tongues danced, I slipped my fingers in the space between the buttons and I yanked harshly to each side, sending the buttons flying every which way. "Hey!" Nina yelped, jerking her head back. My hands fell upon her perky tits and pinched her pink nipples. "That was a nice shirt." "It was my lucky shirt, and getting to see you was well worth the sacrifice," I whispered in her ear as I bit her earlobe. "And I know how to sow a few buttons." "Touch me," Nina whispered back. I pushed the shirt aside and pressed my lips to the soft skin of her neck. Small beads of sweat had formed in the creases of her skin and when my tongue found them, goosebumps spread across her like like an untamed wildfire. She threw her head back when I kissed around her neck and cupped her tits, squeezing the pert nubs between my fingers and making her rose tattoos jiggle. "Ohhhh,"she moaned when I pushed her back and took a nipple in my mouth. She arched her back almost to the breaking point as she tried to stuff her entire breast into my mouth. Holding her steady, I massaged around her nipple, delecting in its bumpy surface. Wetness flowed from her hairless pussy when I pinched the nipple between my teeth and flicked it with my tongue -- she tried to pull back but I held her steadfastly with a hand in the small of her back. With no where to go she grounded her pussy on my crotch while I massaged and sucked and lightly bit her nipple. "Shhiitt!!" Nina moaned as her juices poured from her pussy and she crushed her clit against the growing bilge of my cock. "Yes! Yes! YES!!" she cried as I'd move the hand I was holding her with to her tit and massaged it while I continued to lick and suck the other. She was crashing her pussy onto my lap and panting like a marathon runner till her body shook as bliss ravaged her limbs. She finally collapsed onto me, her lips finding mine and covering them with lite kisses of content. "Take me to bed," Nina whispered, her hand sliding down my stomach till she cupped my cock. @@@@@@@ I carried Nina over the threshold of her bedroom and plopped her onto her bed -- she climbed to her knees and ran her hands across the fine hairs that covered my chest and arms and rest of my body. "Pretty soft ... Manly," Nina wondered as she touch my belly and undid my belt. "You're not half bad for and old guy. Kinda hot!" I was quiet as she pushed my pants and my briefs down -- my cock bobbed when it was freed from its constraints and once I reached up and tugged at her hard nipples, she grabbed my erection and tugged in turn. I played with her tight little nubs, long and pink and surrounded be her nickel sized areolas. "You remember what you asked me last night?" I asked before kissing her deeply, my tongue delving past hers to probe the recesses of her hungry mouth. "Yeah -- if you wanted to fuck me." "I want to make love to you." Nina hesitated and pushed me back a bit. I saw that she swallowed a lump and her lower lip trembled -- I pushed her hands away and leaned close, cupped her face in my hands and took her trembling lip between mine. I felt her entire body shake for a moment before wrapping her arms around and kissing me with a ferocity I never expected -- there was longing, hunger and a bit of fear in the intensity of her kiss. My hairs stood on ends as I chased Nina's lips while she covered my face with kisses and licks of her magical tongue. Every once and awhile, I caught her mouth with mine and our tongues danced and our hands roamed. After a few minutes, Nina left my face and kissed her way down my body -- she found my nipples and nibbled on them, making me laugh as their sensitivity made them ticklish. But she didn't stay there long -- I looked down and her soft, thick lips had found the shaft of my cock and were sliding up and down its length. I was already breathing hard when shifted position and was now resting on her back, looking up at me from under my cleanly trimmed balls. Nina gripped my cock and pulled it down -- she swirled her deft tongue around its purple head and then licked the underside from where it met my pelvis to the little bit of sensitive skin at the base of the glans. "Ohhhh," I groaned as Nina sucked my cock into her warm mouth, let it pop out and did it again. "Humm, tasty cock," she said before she began to kiss and suck on my balls. My knees buckled and I fell forward, supporting myself by placing my hands on each side of her body -- I took a moment to savor the sight of her taut stomach, the small gold ring that pierced her belly button, the pout of her pussy lips, and the interlocking rose tattoos down her left flank. I then gasped when she pulled the length of my cock fully into her mouth. It was amazingly intense but the fire burning along my shaft was almost too much and I started to pull back but Nina grabbed my hips and pulled me back in and I succumbed to her desire. As I supported myself, I started to slowly thrust my cock as deeply as I could into her throat -- I feared I might be going in to deeply but she held me and allowed me move back only a few inches before thrusting again. Nina gagged and I could feel a gush of saliva dribble past her lips while her tongue worked it way around my cock like a enamored snake. Between gagging sounds Nina hummed and swallowed the spit she was generating, effectively sucking my cock deeper into her throat -- she mumbled the word "more" and I settled my hips into a steady, mellow rhythm and fucked her mouth till I felt my cock-head rub against her uvula. I was breathing hard and was know pulling almost completely out of her mouth before plunging back in -- saliva flowed freely past her lips and Nina had slid her hands between her legs and parted her pussy lips and was rubbing her clit wildly as I was now essentially fucking her deliberate deep-throating gullet. It was an insane sensation to feel her approach orgasm while she chocked on my thrusting cock -- her body started to jerk while little orgasms shot across her limbs. I was afraid she would snap in two or bite down on my cock but she somehow paced her pleasure and alternated between rubbing her clit up and down and the making circles around it. Suddenly, she pushed me out as my cock started to spasm, harbingering my coming orgasm. Nina flipped around and moved her ass to the edge of the bed and offered me her glistening pussy. I fell to my knees and proceeded to lick her clit while fucking her with my middle finger. Nina wrapped her thighs around my head when I started to suck on her electrified clit -- I felt it and part of her pussy lips slip into my mouth where I held it with my lips and massaged it with my tongue. Juices flowed from her pussy like saliva did from her mouth. As she arched her back and moaned, I managed to push her powerful thighs apart so I could better angle my finger in order to find that little spot of flesh a few centimeters behind her clit. "Aaaahhhh!" Nina howled as she arched her back and a musky tasting liquid flowed uncontrollably from her pussy. I fell back onto my knees and realized I was panting as hard as Nina was. She closed her legs and rolled onto her side -- brushing her lovely strawberry blond aside, she looked at me with watery eyes. "Nina?" I asked as I climbed onto the bed and touched her face. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to ..." "No, Zeke, no. I'm all right. I just feel very, very good." "Nina ..." Nina slid close to me and kissed me gently and rolled me onto my back -- she clasped my cock and pumped it a few time while exploring my lips with her tongue. She slid her body onto mine -- the feeling of her nipples poking my skin was like feeling warm rain after a hard day. She pushed herself down my chest and then arose to her knees and looked down at me a for a tender moment before raising herself over my cock -- she positioned herself and slid it into her pussy with one smooth motion. "God, you feel so good," moaned as Nina slowly gyrated her hips. I felt the wanton walls of her pussy tug at my cock and they seemed to fuse, becoming a new organ dedicated to connecting our pleasure centers. Nina placed her hands on my chest and pinched my nipples as she bounced on my cock -- the sensual friction felt like a drop of bliss ran down my cock and rippled across my body. Each time she crashed down onto my lap it was like the drop was bigger and the ripple ever expanding and intense. We were both panting as the quest for bliss became our language. Its vocabulary was punctuated by moans and grunts that accelerated when Nina rested her body on mine and just fucked me with her undulating ass. I raised my head, fighting to control the beast of desire that I was turning in to and managed to kiss her -- she had to be fueled by the same sensual madness as I was because our kiss morphed into a biting contest. We nibbled each other's lips almost to the point of drawing blood and she ran her long nails down my arms as I raised my hips to meet her downward strokes where we crashed and grunted as ecstasy warped our senses. I felt my cock pulse and my balls contract as Nina pulled me closer to my orgasm all the while climbing to her own. I decided a change was in order and I flipped her onto her back. "Fuck me, Zeke, please," Nina whispered into my ear, suddenly a bit more submissive. She opened her legs for me and spread her pink pussy lips, availing me of the sight of the reddish pink entrance of her cunt that demanded my cock. I reentered her moist cave and enjoyed the look of fulfillment that washed across her face. Nina wrapped her legs around me and her eyes locked onto mine and I started to fuck her. My balls slapped against her ass and she kissed me, filling me with her wild tongue while my cock rubbed against her clit. She whispered my name and I started to pound her pussy as she held me tight while my balls slapped against her ass. My cock slammed deep into her pussy, triggering her walls to quiver around my shaft -- those ripples coursed across my skin, concentrating in my nipples and my lips; when she kissed and bit my lips my whole body spasmed and I forced my cock even deeper into her pussy. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Nina screamed each time I slammed near the edge of her uterus. The entire bed shook as we fucked like mindless rutting beasts, grunting and moaning as our bodies engaged in what could only be called a love-battle. Nina then started to hiss when I pushed her knees to her shoulders and began to slowly rock my hips, allowing my cock to slowly slide in and out of her pussy -- I found my thumb on her clit and rubbed it quickly as I fucked her slowly. Nina bit her lips and moaned as I increased my pace and slipped my thumb into her pussy and rubbed her clit with my index finger. "Ooooohhhhh," she moaned as my balls were once again smashing against her ass. I reached down and twisted her nipple and Nina exhaled as the sudden pain made her pleasure all the more potent. From the way her pussy was squeezing me I knew she was about to come -- she knew it as well and she reached up and pulled me close and wrapped her arms and legs tightly around me while I straightened my legs and just let mt hips drive my cock. We were both sweating profusely and the droplets rained across our faces as we kissed and fucked. Nina suddenly froze while her pussy pulsed and though her limbs spasmed, she managed to dig her nails into my back. Her breath slowed and she closed her eyes and unraveled herself from me. But I wasn't finished. I picked Nina up by her hips and raised her off the bed and supported her on my thighs. I held her tight and straightened my legs while supporting myself on my knees. "Fuck you, Nina," I said. "About time," she whispered, a sly smile drawing itself across her face. I proceeded to thrust without thought of her feelings but she seemed fine with that and accepted her objectification. Sweat flew off my body and rained upon hers like a strange summer storm and I was almost beating her pussy with the savagery of my fuck -- my cock pulsed and I felt the mounting force of my upcoming orgasm but I resisted my ejaculation. I wanted it -- all the components were is place: a tight pussy was wrapped around my cock, a beautiful woman was being wracked by the force of my fuck ...yet I refused to come. Part of me wanted this moment to stay frozen in time. "Don't hesitate," Nina managed to say as her body was thrashed by my thrusts. That as all I needed -- all slowed down as I watched her tits bounce and her lithe form bend to my fuck. I felt we became as one as my thrusts somehow bonded with the inner secrets of her inflamed pussy and then the rapture: I felt my cock tear itself into 2 and I erupted deep within the confines of her pussy. The explosion of bliss blinded me and all I could feel was a two way stream of pleasure flowing between us. It felt like I was loosing myself in her and retrieving some primeval, pure existence I shook as the violence of my orgasm wrecked our bodies and I screamed Nina's name and filled her pussy to the point of overflowing with a gushing cascade of my come. I collapsed on top of Nina's sweaty form and she kissed my forehead, inviting me to sleep. @@@@@@@@ I awoke on my back. The room smelled of musk and talcum powder to my side the bed was empty and I wondered if I'd dreamed. But my reality crystallized when I noticed Nina standing in the doorway, naked and beautiful. "You're awake," she commented. "Now who has a gift for the obvious?" "I'm preparing dinner," she said, an I caught the scent of roasted chicken. "Smells wonderful." "Zeke," she said as she sat on the bed. "I don't think I know what's going to happen between ..." she trailed off. I slid next to her, caressed her hair and kissed her. "Who does? Who cares?"