0 comments/ 44552 views/ 2 favorites The Perfect Fit By: TrulyTerrific Fingers intertwined, Samantha and Bryan strolled lazily down the sidewalk, the ocean breeze dancing by them like a gentle caress. Spying a small alcove Bryan tugged her into the shadows for hot wet kiss. His hands curved around her bottom and he pulled her against his throbbing cock. Her tongue lashed eagerly against his, her nipples hard against his chest. Only the shrill barking of a poodle rudely jolted them back to the here and now and saved them a fine for indecent exposure and promiscuity. Bryan buried his face in her auburn hair and breathed deeply. Willing his pulse back to normal wasn’t easy because the peach-scented shampoo she used drove him wild. “Why do you do this to me?” He asked, setting her away from him and running an unsteady hand through his hair. “Me?” She protested, straightening her clothes in short, irritated motions. “I wanted to stay in the hotel room and screw ourselves into a joint-coma. You were the one who said we needed to get out and at least SEE the island.” Laughingly Bryan slid his arm around her waist and guided her back on to the sidewalk. “And what will you tell them when they ask at the office on Tuesday morning what you did in Catalina this weekend?” “I’ll tell them I fucked you all the way to Flacidville.” Samantha whispered in a bedroom voice that sent all of the blood in his body surging back into his groin. He was starting to wonder if maybe Samantha’s plan had been the more rational one after all. “Come on. Let’s go find some souvenirs and get back to the hotel as soon as possible.” Samantha let out a throaty chuckle before sauntering off ahead of him, putting an extra wiggle into her ass as she sashayed down the street in front of him. Damn but she had the sweetest ass he’d ever had the good fortune of knowing. When she shook that little heart-shaped fanny of hers it was all he could do to remember to breath. What in the hell had he been thinking by letting her out of the hotel room, anyway? “Oooooh, would you look at that?” Samantha said, pointing at a shimmering sapphire blue evening dress displayed in a boutique window. Bryan studied the dress intently for a long moment, trying to picture it against her skin, her flame red tresses cascading down over it. The image in his mind was enough to stir him into action. “Why don’t you go try it on?” He suggested. “You sure?” She looked over at him uncertainly. “I know clothes shopping to you is about as thrilling as sixteen holes of golf is to me.” “Eighteen.” He corrected, trying to contain the small grin threatening to break free on his face. “Whatever.” Samantha waived her hand dismissively. “My point is that this is not you’re idea of fun.” “This is a one-time-only offer expiring in ten seconds.” Bryan tugged open the door to the shop and stood to the side to allow her entry. “Nine, eight, seven…” “Okay, okay.” She acquiesced, quickly stepping into the shop before he retracted his proposition. They made their way through the busy shop to a rack behind the window display. Hanging along side the blue evening dresses were several other shiny, jewel-toned dresses that Samantha inspected with a keen eye. Finally she removed a blue dress in her size from the rack as well as an emerald green one before heading toward the fitting rooms to try them on. “I need a basis for comparison.” She explained at his questioning look. “Of course.” Bryan agreed dryly, following her to the back of the shop. Samantha stepped into the fitting room, winked and blew a kiss to him before shutting the door and sliding the lock into place. Not even able to see her feet under the full-length door Bryan turned his attention instead to the surrounding racks of lingerie. He picked up a lacy lavender thong and had to swallow past a lump in his throat as he pictured her coppery curls peeking out from behind the lace. Cursing, Bryan quickly jammed the hanger back onto the rack. If he didn’t stop thinking about her sexually he was liable to explode right where he stood. “May I help you, Sir?” A salesperson asked him, an amused smirk on her face. “Uhm, no. Thank you.” He sidled away from the rack of panties and toward a non-threatening rack of jewelry. “I’m just waiting for my girlfriend.” Bryan thought for sure he was about to get a lecture on the impropriety of fondling women’s undergarments when the salesperson was called away by another customer. Sighing in relief he turned away and was about to go find an out of the way place to sit and question his sanity when he heard Samantha’s soft voice behind him. “Sweetheart, could you come here a sec?” He turned and found her leaning out of the dressing room, clutching the strapless gown to her chest. “I need you to zip me up.” Bryan looked at the way her soft hair hung mused about her shoulders and his tongue felt like cotton in his mouth. His need for her never seemed to ebb. He glanced around quickly to make sure there was no one watching them before sliding into the tiny fitting room with her and closing the door quickly behind him. “What do you think you’re doing?” She hissed quietly, her grip slipping on the bodice of the dress and causing a sweet pink nipple to peek out over the top. He flicked out his tongue over his dry lips. “You’re not wearing a bra?” Bryan was suddenly having a very difficult time breathing. “Very good, Captain Obvious.” Samantha muttered crossly, turning her back to him and holding her hair up with one hand while she hauled the dress back into place with the other. “The best way to make sure it’ll hold everything in place is to try it on as it was meant to be worn—strapless.” His hands went to the back of her dress, but hesitated at the back of her spine. “You got anything on down there?” Bryan asked, pulling the dress away from the small of her back and taking a peek inside. “Yes. A thong.” She swatted at his hand and the dress fell away from her again, this time exposing both of her breasts. “Would you please just zip the damned thing up?” Samantha hauled the dress back up, her eyes meeting his in the reflection dressing room mirror. ‘Oh God, a thong.’ His libido-driven memory swirled back to the panties he had envisioned earlier riding intimately against her neatly trimmed pussy. Bryan stepped closer so their bodies brushed and she could feel his aroused state. “What color are they?” He asked in a low, urgent voice against her ear as he slowly slid the zipper up into place. “Peach.” Samantha’s reply was slightly breathless and he knew that she was turned on as well. Bryan groaned low in his throat. He had always had a particular affinity for peaches anyway. So sweet and succulent. He pushed aside her hair and lightly nibbled from her earlobe to the base of her neck. “Should we be doing this?” She asked uncertainly, leaning her head to the side to allow him better access to her neck. “Doing what?” Bryan eased the zipper back down a bit and slid his hands inside the bodice to cup her round, firm breasts. Deftly his thumbs flicked at her nipples, eliciting a small moan from between her lips. “Bryan!” She whispered in exasperation, arching her back to better thrust her breasts into his hands. “Look at that.” He said, motioning his head toward the mirrored wall in front of them. “Look at how sexy you are. Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?” Samantha gazed in mute fascination as his thumbs slowly circled her areola. Taking her silence as content, Bryan slowly tugged up her skirt to expose her peach thong. They both watched his long fingers glide over the delicate lace covering her pussy, slowly sliding it aside and brushing his finger over the damp curls there. “And I think that this might have you just as turned on as I am.” There eyes met in the mirror again and Bryan could see her inner struggle. “Come on, Sam. You know right now that you want nothing more than to feel my cock buried deep inside of you, fucking you hard, right here in this dressing room.” Swallowing hard, Samantha nodded and Bryan felt himself harden. He pressed into her and bent her forward at the waist, extending her arms to brace herself against the mirror. “Watch yourself, Baby. See what I see when you cum.” He slowly stood and ran his hands back up her arms and down her torso, gliding over the blue dress now bunched about her waist. His hands settled on her hips as he knelt behind her so he was eye-level with her pussy. Bryan urged her legs even farther apart. He could smell her arousal and moved his face close enough to feel the heat emanating from her. Gently he pushed aside the damp wisp of fabric covering her auburn curls and parted her glistening pink lips to reveal the rosy depths beyond. Slowly he ran a finger along the outer edge of her pussy and Samantha shivered in response. He peeked around her thigh and met her eyes in the mirror. “Do you like this?” He asked, his finger brushing closer now to her clit. “Oh, yeah.” Samantha moaned, wiggling her delicious little bottom further into his face. Bryan shifted against the erection straining against his trousers. He was determined to see to her pleasure first. “How about this?” His finger grazed teasingly over her swollen bud in an almost a non-touch. “It’s awful.” She complained petulantly. “Awful?” He repeated uncertainly. “Yes, ‘awful’ because it was too fast, too light, too…” Samantha’s complaint died off when Bryan’s tongue flicked over the clit that he had not satisfied properly with his finger. “Oh, yeah. That’s MUCH better. Just don’t stop.” Bryan grinned against her wet folds, tickling her with the neatly trimmed whiskers around his mouth. She groaned low in her throat and pushed her pussy back into his face, demanding more attention. Slowly he licked and nibbled at her pussy, lapping at juices freely flowing there. Finally he wrapped his tongue around her clit and sucked it into his mouth and was rewarded with a muffled groan as she lost control and came all over his face. “That’s right. Cum for me, Baby.” He encouraged, catching her hot, creamy cum with his tongue and slurping like a greedy child. When Samantha was done Bryan stood up behind her and unfastened his belt. Their eyes were locked in the mirror where her hands were splayed across the reflective surface, still bracing herself after her monumental orgasm. Slowly he eased the zipper of his shorts down, his knuckle brushing against her wet pussy. As his hand reached into his boxers to remove raging hard on there was a quick rap on the door. “How are we doing in there?” A pleasant voice inquired from outside the door. “Can I get you anything? Another size? Another style?” “I’m fine, thanks.” Samantha winked at Bryan in the mirror before continuing in a surprisingly calm voice. “I’m just about done in here anyway and everything is fitting perfectly.” “Great. We always like to see our customers satisfied.” Samantha made a soft, sultry laugh that sent any remaining blood flow throbbing painfully into his cock. “Not yet. But I will be soon.” Watching her reaction in the mirror, Bryan put his hands on her hips and slowly sank into her moist, wet depths. He felt Samantha tighten around his cock and he slid in to the hilt, his balls warm and full against her pussy lips. Slowly he pulled back to the head before pushing back into her again, this time with more force. Bryan shifted his focus to their image reflected in the mirror. They were both half dressed, Samantha’s breasts swaying freely with every thrust, her pussy half hidden behind the folds of the sapphire dress. His pants and boxers were in a wrinkled heap at his feet and he could see his balls slapping against her. They were both flush with passion and she had to chew on her lower lip to bite back the whimpers and moans that would normally be filling the room like an aria. He could feel Samantha’s muscles contracting around him and Bryan knew his own release was near. Her reflection in the mirror was stunning; her eyes wild with passion, her hands clenched against the mirrored wall, her nipples erect and defying gravity. He leaned over her and reached around to flick his finger over her clit, watching her image in rapt attention as her orgasm came crashing over her. Deciding he could wait no longer, Bryan wrapped his fingers around her hips and started to drive into her more forcefully. Samantha pushed back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust, her hot, wet cunt squeezing tightly around him. She threw her head back, waiving her mane of red hair and met his eye challengingly in the mirror. “Come on, Bry…I want to watch you fuck me now. I want to see your face when you cum. I want to feel you explode inside of me.” Groaning quietly at her sexy urgings, Bryan gave in and followed her command, shooting a thick, heavy load of cum deep inside of her pussy. Samantha smiled victoriously before clamping down around his cock and riding the shock waves of his orgasm. Eventually he became aware of their surroundings again and reluctantly slid out of her. “Well, if I had known that clothes shopping was this satisfying I would have come with you more often.” “I have to admit it makes me wonder what it would be like to go golfing with you…with all of those clubs and holes.” Samantha winked playfully before straightening and pulling the blue dress into place. “So, what do you think? Should I get it?” Bryan looked at her image in the mirror and felt his desire stir again for her. “Every time I see you wearing it I’ll think of this afternoon and I’ll want to fuck you all over again.” He whispered into her ear, pulling her tempting pink lobe between her teeth and nibbling it into his mouth. “Then I’m definitely buying it.” She grinned and slid out of the dress, standing beautifully naked in front of him except for her wet thong pushed unevenly to one side. “What about the green one? Should I try it on and we could—“ Bryan laughed and covered her mouth, kissing her deeply. “I think we’d better get out of here before we end up buying the whole damned store.” Once their clothes were back in place and the now wrinkled sapphire dress returned to its hanger, Bryan eased open the door and peeked his head out. “Coast looks clear.” He said over his shoulder before stepping out and narrowly missing the salesperson from the underwear rack earlier. He stopped dead in his tracks, feeling like he had just been caught sneaking out of the girls locker room by the school principal. Samantha pushed her way past him and smiled brightly at the woman. “Needed help with my zipper.” She explained, winking at the gaping salesperson before capturing Bryan’s hand and tugging him toward the register to pay for her new dress. ‘Oh yeah,’ he thought wryly. He would always have unbelievable memories of that blue dress. The Perfect Fit Determining the Right Fit Picture the following in your mind if you will: The calendar shows another birthday is near. You looked in the mirror this morning and know from the reflection you are in wonderful shape. The hours at aerobics class have paid off providing you with lean firm legs and a tight abdomen. Your breasts, a gift from your mother’s side of the family, sit high on your chest and are a very firm 36C. Your eyes are green in color and luminescent. Finally your walk is both proud and determined. You selected a short skirt for the day, (short for you anyway) and your blouse is a bit tighter than normal. Your long brown hair is allowing you to have a “good hair day” and you find you are very happy today. Walking through your favorite shopping mall and you decide the time is right to treat yourself to a new pair of shoes. You go into Liz Claiborne, and walk over to the spot where the shoes are. As you gaze over the selection you hear a deep voice over your shoulder asking if you would like to try on the pair that you have in your hand. The voice is hypnotic as it moves over you. As you turn you have to tilt your head a bit to look into the face of the attendant. He is tall, over 6 feet and he is not your typical shoe salesman. This one is older, perhaps 45 or so and has wavy hair with a hint of gray at the temples. His features are soft and yet weathered at the same time. Just as you are about to refuse he reaches out and touches your hand, the one holding the shoe. His touch is gentle and soft, yet very manly. You feel yourself melt into the moment and whisper a soft 'yes, I would like that'. You both know that shoes are the last thing on your mind, and yet you allow him to guide you over to a chair. You sit and immediately he is at your feet, gently lifting your foot to slip your shoe off. A casual stroke of his hand along your foot, innocent, or not, you wonder, and a quick shiver runs down your spine. His eyes never leave yours as he places your foot down into the metal contraption to determine your size. You know your size, but want him to do this anyway. His eyes leave yours as he makes the adjustments on the device. He asks you to stand as his eyes travel up your leg, past your spreading wetness, over your breasts and up to your face once more. His hand is held out to assist you and as you rise you know the hem of your dress is not falling back down as it should. Instead it is still elevated slightly so you laugh nervously as your hand smoothes out the material, making it fall into place. His hand is quick then as it touches your leg this time, just above the ankle, lifting again so as to remove the device from beneath. "I'll be right back." You hear, but it does not really register. Within moments, or is it minutes and he is back. You have moved a hundred times while he has been gone and you have not moved at all, or so it seems. He is kneeling again and before you know it he has taken hold of your leg again, this time however he has his fingers on your lower calf. Raising your leg he slips the shoe beneath and gently lowers your foot. As it sits in the shoe, about to slip in, his hand rises slightly on your leg. He wants you to know what he really wants. You should rise and leave immediately - but you don't. You look at his eyes and they sparkle - he knows you are at least interested, even if you do not know it yet. He assists you with the shoe and then takes hold of your other foot. He lifts and this time a good bit further than needed to get your shoe off. He pauses, letting you know he is looking down your leg and peering up your hemline. He is bold and you feel your face flush, but again, you do nothing. He places your foot on his leg while he reaches for the shoe he brought out for your inspection. You can’t help it and your eyes travel up his leg to his crotch. You swear you see it growing before your eyes and again you blush. Then his hand takes hold of your leg again and rather than bringing it straight up, he pulls it toward his growing bulge. Just as you are about to object, he lifts and slips the shoe onto your foot. He then spreads his legs further apart so you can place both your feet on the floor. In so doing you notice the length of material stretching down from his groin area. This is making you even more excited. He is still kneeling between your legs and you rise. He has no way to go except straight up and as he rises his hands touch both your legs and trail upwards as he stands. You swear as he reaches his full height you can feel his growing erection touch the bottom of your skirt, and you like it. He backs away to allow for you to walk around a bit. You know it is his job to watch you, but he is giving more attention than needed and you find your walk is a bit on the provocative side, for you anyway. You feel your hips sway back and forth and feel the rush of air as it moves on your legs. You finish your test walk and return to your seat. As you sit you realize you are not as careful as you should be and therefore your hem rises much higher than it should. He immediately is at your feet again. Quickly his fingers and hands are at work - testing for fit and tightness, first on one foot and then the other. With each grasping of the foot and shoe he pulls your legs further and further apart. You realize this, but once more you do nothing to prevent it. Finally with one hand firmly on the shoe of your left foot, his hand begins to move along the flesh of your calf and back down to your ankle. His words indicate he is feeling for tightness, which would indicate an improper fit. Higher and higher his hand travels, testing for proper fit until he is just inside your knee. You know this isn’t proper and you should object, instead you find your legs moving further apart, inviting his hand to determine proper fit at an even higher elevation. Then he quits and you think it is over, until his hand is placed on your other leg. Higher still it travels, testing for fit. You hear your own breathing as it increases in volume and deepens with each intake of air. You fear closing your eyes and yet you wish to experience this for as long as you can. Suddenly you feel your foot and leg being elevated. Your eyes open and you find he has placed your foot on his leg again, but this time his hand is traveling up and down your leg from the shoe, all the way up to and past your knee. He has also moved them further apart. You are frozen in time as he stops his hand and lets his eyes travel from your eyes, down your heaving chest and down until he is looking right up your skirt. You know from the light and from his angle he can see you are wet. He can see how his slight touch has gotten you to the point of needing him. You look down and can tell his erection is nearing the breaking point. His cock is straining to escape and you want to set it free. He is waiting for your signal before going any further. The time is now and the place is here. You know from the dampness you feel that you are literally dripping. Still you hesitate for a moment. Is that what you really want? Do you want a man you do not even know to run his hand up your leg, reaching your wetness before slowly pushing his finger into your most private region? Are you ready to feel his hands as they push against your blouse and bra, finally releasing your breasts from their confines? Are you sure you want to feel him as he spreads your legs apart, moving between them with a cock you know to be so much bigger than any you have known before? All these thoughts run through your head quickly and you know your body is already telling him your answer. You are shocked to look down and see your legs spread so wide before this man, this man whom you met barely 10 minutes before. All you know is you are on fire and the raging cock straining before you is a means to a way, a way to relief. How long has it been since your last orgasm? Can you even say you have ever had a good orgasm with your current or previous lovers? Could you ever achieve satisfaction with men possessing such small cocks? You finally speak in a sweet voice as your eyes move from his eyes to his crotch area then back again and finally resting on his growing cock. His erection is growing, but is that possible? It is already so large. Then in a surprising move your hand shoots out to touch his throbbing erection. You pull back slightly as the flexing bulge moves against your touch. Slowly you move your hand toward the stiffness again. He can’t resist and flexes his ass cheeks causing the cock to bob upward toward your hand. You are startled once more, but then move back in, a little girlish giggle leaving your lips. Your voice will not work, even when you have the thought of “I see he is well trained.” He senses your thought and he responds for you, “Yes, you could say that he is well trained," he responds. Then before you can muster any objection his hand reaches out and takes your hand in his and he pulls you slightly saying, “Lets move to the back and I’ll let him show you his tricks.” Never saying a word, your eyes made the comment for you, “Let’s go.” He walks slowly to the back of the store, your hand is his and he pulls you to the storage area. You are immediately aware of the intense smell of leather and then you notice the large stocking area with the large bench, a table and a soft looking couch. He is pulling straight for the couch and you go willingly. As you go through the doorway he pauses to let you proceed. Then he turns away and reaches down to release the door from its confines. The door closes quietly and he reaches over to make sure the lock has been tripped. No need for an interruption. You stand with your back to him and he approaches you from the rear. As he gets closer you can feel his hot breath against your neck and his arms and hands encircle you. Surprisingly his hands do not immediately rise to your breasts as you expected. Instead they stay around your waist and you feel his lips as they touch first your neck and then move on to your ear. A gently nuzzle and then a more open mouthed kiss on the neck. You feel the goose flesh rise on your neck and your legs already grow weak from the anticipation. Still he has barely touched you. He moves closer and you feel his erection pushing against your rear. You want him to grind ‘it’ against you, but he does not. Instead his hands have now moved from your waist and have landed on your arms, near the wrists. Each begins to rise as his fingers caress your skin in a manner you have never experienced, such a loving touch. Your mind is racing as he retraces the same path back down your arms. You want more and you even need it. But he is taking his time, letting you savior the feel as your body begins to respond. Your head moves as you raise your eyes to the ceiling, allowing him full access to your neck if he so desires. He shows his appreciation as his lips move from the base of your neck up to area where your ear begins. His lips open and you feel his lips open to take your ear lobe into his hot mouth. He pulls the ear lobe into his mouth and still his hands remain on your arms. Moving up and down, slowly, building upon the experience and adding to the agony of the wait. It is a cruel way to make you wait yet you would not trade it for any other way. Suddenly your ears pick up a noise, a soft moan, coming from somewhere within the room. You concentrate until you realize it is coming from you. This is strange to you as moaning is not a part of you, but allowing man you barely know to kiss and touch you are not a part of you either. Or are they both a part you never knew existed? Just as you grow accustomed to the sound you decide to let him know you approve of what he is doing. You moan deeper as you feel him begin to move his erection against your rear. You feel his hard cock as it pushes against your tender ass and you can almost feel it as it pulses against you. Your eyes then open wide as you become aware he is not moving. Instead it is you and your body telling him what you want. You have begun to grind against his crotch like a woman possessed. Only when you realize he is not moving do you notice his hands have begun to move off your arms. They are now on your side, moving up and down but never touching the rise of your breast. You wish to speed him along, to end this agony, but decide you wish to enjoy this as long as possible. His lips are now moving back on your neck and your body is on fire. You know without looking your nipples are harder than they have been in a long time. Finally his fingers move over the surface of your blouse. He pauses momentarily as his fingers meet the rise of your erect nipples, gently rising over the top and then back and forth over the erect morsels, teasing them without regard for your tormented soul. Then just as tenderly his fingers move to the buttons on the front of your blouse. Painstakingly he pulls the material together as his fingers masterfully push each button through the hole. With each release your breath quickens. First one, then a second, a third and then a fourth button releases it grip. He grasps the material of your blouse and tugs it upward, pulling it from the restraining skirt. You gently suck in your breath to make the material pull easier. You feel it hanging outside your skirt and then his magical fingers are back on the buttons. One and then finally the last button are undone. His hands return to the front and slowly trace the pathway of your flesh between the openness of the blouse, rising over the material of the front clasp on your bra, to lightly touch down on the swell of your breasts. His mouth becomes hungrier as his lips attack your flesh. His erection seems to swell even more and you wish for him to hurry. Then the material of your blouse seems to rise on its own, lifting off your shoulders and cascading toward the floor, only to be caught in his open hand and placed on a rack next to you. His hands now open wide and begin at your waist moving slowly upward until they reach your swelling breasts. He cups them gently and lifts them as if they were a prized attraction. Expertly his fingers gather in the material of the bra, pull it closer and then release the clasp so many men have difficulty with. His fingertips lightly touch the flesh of your skin as he pulls your bra from your body. You want to cover yourself, but fight off the urge. Instead you yield to his invasion and welcome his hands as they cup your breasts for the first time. Then as suddenly as they appeared, his hands leave your breast, only to reappear on your waist. A quick tug and your skirt drops to the floor. His hands remain at your waist and slowly trace the top of your panties. Fingers play along the edge and then dip in slightly. Then you feel them also moving down your legs, gathering at your feet on the floor. You step out of them and with the move turn toward your captor. Your eyes tell the story. You need a good stiff cock and he is more than willing to supply the needed medicine. He moves you toward the couch and gently pushes you back on to the surface. You lay back with a leg still hanging over the edge. He pauses to gaze at your beauty, wondering why you are in such a needy way. Surely no man could resist such a creature, so open, so in need of a man’s touch, his lips on your flesh and his cock straining inside your wetness. Surely this is not the case for you. But you are here, and you know the needs you have. His gaze is lowered from your eyes, to your heaving breasts, to the flatness of your tummy and to the neatly trimmed patch of hair covering the wet entrance to heaven. Even so, he can see the pouty lips of your pussy. His eyes move back to yours as he begins his ascent toward your wetness. You can now feel his breath as he blows against your glorious wetness. A gentle tugging of your legs to spread them further apart so that finally small kisses are rained down upon your thighs. His hands, so large and yet so gentle are lifting you up so his lips can reach your inner sanctity. You feel his lips moving on the hair surrounding your wetness and at last you feel his tongue as it snakes along the rim of your pussy. You can’t stop the moan as it rises to your lips from deep within you. Darting, his tongue begins to spear right into your heart. With each thrust you feel your passion mount. Within moments you are thrusting up against his exploring tongue, trying in earnest to get it deeper into your body. Now another sensation begins, starting at your breast, your nipples to be more accurate. His fingers have found them and his toying with them is in direct contrast to his probing tongue. His tongue pistonning in and out while his fingers caress your nipples, one and then the other. Your fingers find his hair and you pull at him, encouraging him to push deeper with his soft invading instrument. Your passion mounts still further as his tongue continues it task, exploring every facet of your sweet pussy. You hear his moan as you release still more fluid for his pleasure. Just as you feel it can get no better, his tongue stops after a deep thrust and then languidly draws back to run over your clitoris. Lashing it back and forth with the tip of his tongue you know you are near the edge and you pull him once more into your body. Finally his tongue pushes hard against your clit and at the same time his fingers clamp down on your nipple. The combined sensation is too much as you move over the cliff and into the realm of ecstasy. Your breathing is labored and near convulsions lash at your body as he drives his tongue once more deep into your being. The orgasm is swift and powerful moving through your body unabated. Time is standing still momentarily and when you first regain some composure you realize he has risen and moved closer between your legs. Your eyes open and you see him close. Then you feel a gentle pushing at the entrance to your wet pussy. Your hand moves downward until you find the tip of the impending intruder. Your hand, not small by a woman’s standard, can’t fully reach all the way around this instrument and you at first begin to panic. His voice is soothing as he tells you he will be very careful and not hurt you. His voice reassures you as once more you feel pressure at your most private region. Suddenly his invader pulls back and once more you feel his fingers, so gentle and knowing working around your wetness. Dipping in and pulling back only to dip again. Moving around the outer edge he gathers your sweet nectar on his fingertip and moves down one notch until he reaches your bum hole. With the moisture on the tip, he slowly begins to work a finger into your tight hole. You squirm a bit as if trying to avoid the invading finger then settled back when you realize he’d never hurt you. Finally as your wetness increases he presses inward. Your initial response was shock then a deep moan comes to your lips and throat. Whether from the continuous tweaking of your nipples, the tongue lapping at your pussy door, or the digit up your ass, you begin to thrash about on the couch. Your head begins to move to and fro, and your moans become more pronounced and louder. Just like that, you experience your second orgasm as his finger drives into your ass and his hand returns to your nipple, tweaking it once more. The time is now right. After two watering orgasms your pussy is ready for the final assault. His cock comes in contact with your leg once more and you willingly open up further for him. He moves forward and you gaze into his eyes. You hoped he could see the total bliss you already felt. He reaches down and brings his cock head to the entrance of your fountain of life. Feeling the head of his cock at your pussy lips, yours eyes opened more and you smile. Smooth and steady he pushes, trying to get it all in. His persistence pays off and slowly his meat sinks deeper and deeper into you well moistened pussy. At last, it is all in and you feel his balls teasing your ass. Resting there for but a moment as he begins to withdraw, pulling you with him. Just as suddenly he stops and pushes back in. He continues this for several strokes until you are at wits end. As you grasp at his hair and his cock he gets the message and with a mighty thrust buries himself all the way inside you. He pauses while you recover, then pulls out and begins a fast and furious attack on your tightness. With a cry mixed with slight pain and extreme ecstasy, you let out a wail for all to hear. He remains buried to the hilt in your tightening pussy letting your contracting muscles grasp and then release his shaft. Feelings rack his body and he struggles for control. Again and again he spears your tight pussy, pulling back nearly to extraction, only to bury his shaft back into the folds of your womanhood, pounding against your rising pubic area, mixing your pubic hair with his own. Once inside and after you grow accustomed to the feel, he begins to increase the tempo and vary the stroke depth. Every time you seem to settle into his rhythm, he changes. Slow and deep followed by, fast and shallow, then fast and deep. With each thrust he is nearing the inevitable. Just as he is about to lose it, you go totally rigid from your spine to your nipples and begin to shake as if having a seizure. Your pussy clamps down and your tight orifice grows even tighter. Your sudden contraction causes him to lose his load and wave after wave of pulsing energy leave his body and invade yours. You begin to cry out and he fears some one would hear and come to your aid. Finally you relax and go limp on the couch. He in turn begins to trace the outer surface of your beautiful body. He pays particular attention to your tummy and navel and on occasion moves up and lightly touches your breast. They swell, showing their appreciation and become hard once more. His tongue finds them quickly and he lavishes kisses upon them. Never have they received such attention. The Perfect Fit He then gently inserts a finger into your moist hole and begins to flick your clit. Even with little energy remaining, your pussy responds as small contractions begin once more. Flicking over your clit he manages to get you excited all over again, finally culminating into yet another and final orgasm for the day. You are completely drained and your eyes close momentarily. You awaken with a start and he is smiling at you. He kisses your forehead and promises there is more where that came from, if you want to continue. You smile, knowing you will be back for another pair of shoes real soon – maybe even tomorrow. The Perfect Fit Lorren drove up to the nondescript two-story building and parked right out front. Plain gray stone with plain white trim made the understated building blend in with the others on the block. She checked the piece of paper resting on the passenger's seat. Yeah, this was the right address, she thought. Her friend Anita recommended this place over a month ago, but Lorren wasn't the least bit interested. Now she was at least ready to try. She checked her reflection in her rear-view mirror. She shook out her thick auburn hair, styled in an easy, swinging bob. She stroked her cinnamon-colored skin. Not bad, she sighed as she admired herself from different angles. At least it's much better than before. At least she's no longer hideous. Hands shaking, she got out of the car and pressed the button for the intercom. Waiting, she frowned as she looked at her reflection in the glass door. Her loose, gray sweater and simple white denim skirt had once been one of her favorite outfits, but not anymore. Today, all she could see was the dated look of the plain garments. Lorren's figure was lean, but she pinched her waist anyway and snorted in disgust at the bit of extra flesh she felt there. The usual butterflies in her stomach fluttered as what seemed like an eternity passed. Finally, a deep, yet sensual feminine voice boomed over the intercom. "Yes?" Lorren's voice shook. "Hi. I'm Lorren Tate. I have an appointment?" "Hi Lorren. Come on up to the second floor." A buzzer went off and the door unlocked. As Lorren walked in, she was immediately greeted with the sight and scent of an assortment of vanilla candles. In addition, tiny tea lights placed well around the room also gave the area a soft, warm glow. The lower level of the building reminded Lorren of an upscale lounge; it was furnished with a soft black leather sofa and loveseat in the center and had small tables and plush chairs around the perimeter. An expensive Oriental rug lay over beautifully finished hardwood floors. This would be a great place to entertain, Lorren thought. At one point, she loved to throw parties and have friends over, but recent events in her life made that impossible. She sighed heavily, a wave of sadness suddenly rushing over her. Lorren finally spotted the staircase in the corner of the room. As she climbed up, her palms began to sweat. Nervous, she unconsciously wiped them on her skirt. "Oh, shit," she said as she instantly realized her mistake. Her handprints left marks on the white fabric. "Damn it," she grumbled. "I can be so careless sometimes." She sighed as she continued up the stairs but when she reached the landing, she was surprised to see strands of scarlet beads hanging from the upstairs doorway. As she parted them and stepped in, she gasped, awestruck at what she saw. In and around the room were racks and racks of the silkiest and sexiest lingerie Lorren had ever seen. Royal-blue corsets were positioned across from pink bra-and-panty sets. Jet-black silk robes and pale yellow sheer nighties were located right next to candy-apple red silk teddies. Racks of tiny silk and satin panties hung neatly from hooks fixed to the walls. Scores of sexy stockings and garter belts were displayed in glass cases throughout the shop. Several colorful feather boas were also draped around the room. Lorren was especially struck at seeing so many styles of black patent leather heels housed in their own display case. She also noticed that the mannequins in this store had various sizes and shapes. Very different from the usual mannequins she saw. That put her a bit at ease. "Welcome, my dear," Lorren heard the sensual voice say. She turned to see a tall, slender woman stride gracefully from the back of the shop. The exotic woman had soft, smooth, kissable skin the color of rich, dark espresso. Her stunning almond-shaped eyes were highlighted with smoky black and brown shades. Her bright and pretty smile was decorated with a vibrant berry lipcolor. Her jet-black hair hung in loose waves well down her back. Her nails were artfully manicured, as her neck, wrists and fingers were adorned with delicate gold jewelry. She wore a black lace wrap dress that hit above her knee, showing off her toned calves. Four-inch jet-black heels gave her legs the ultimate sleek and sexy look. "Hi Lorren. I'm Miss Lila. Welcome to Summer Rose Lingerie." By this time, Lorren's face was beet red. She couldn't believe that she'd stared at the woman that long. She quickly composed herself. "Hi Miss Lila." She looked around. "You have a very nice place here. But I have to admit: I'm not too sure about this..." Miss Lila held out her hand. "Come. Sit." She gently led Lorren to a set of leather chairs in the center of the room. "Is anyone else here?" Lorren asked. "No. This is a private appointment. We're the only ones here." Miss Lila took a seat directly across from Lorren and looked into her timid brown eyes. She quickly read Lorren's apprehension and decided to be upfront about it. "Now why are you so nervous? Are you uncomfortable here?" Miss Lila asked "No, I'm not nervous," Lorren said abruptly. "I'm just not sure if this is for me." Lorren looked over and spotted a gold string bikini hanging on one of the display racks. A vision of herself in the bikini flashed in her mind. Ugh, she thought. "No. This place isn't for me." "Why not?" "This stuff," Lorren waved her hand around, "this stuff is for...other women. Not me." She suddenly grabbed her purse. "I have to go. I'm sorry if I've wasted your time." "Lorren, why are you so tense? You're gorgeous. And you deserve luxurious things just like anyone else." "No," Lorren protested. "Don't say that." "It's true." Miss Lila reached out to gently stroke Lorren's cheek. "You're a beautiful woman, Lorren." "You say that now," Lorren said. "But you wouldn't have said that a year ago..." "Why not?" Miss Lila asked. Lorren fell silent but she balled her fists tightly. "Lorren? Why not?" Lorren still refused to speak but dug her nails tighter into her own flesh. "Lorren?" "It's because I was...heavier back then," Lorren whispered. "Heavier?" "Actually, I was huge." Lorren hung her head down. Miss Lila looked at her questioningly. Lorren sighed. "Not too long ago, I was over a hundred pounds overweight." "Tell me about it, Lorren," Miss Lila pressed. Lorren hesitated, but Miss Lila's expression was filled with such caring and such concern that she decided risk it. "Well, here's the short version: My dad died a few years ago and I think I just ate myself into oblivion. I was so sad that I really didn't care about myself anymore. I didn't watch my diet and I rarely exercised. But eventually I just got sick of it. I felt horrible because I was always sluggish. And nothing fit me anymore. And I was so unhappy." Miss Lila gently stroked Lorren's hand. She then reached out and tenderly tucked a loose strand of Lorren's hair back behind her ear. Loving Miss Lila's gentle touch, Lorren's voice grew stronger. "So I decided that I had to change. I had to free myself. Not just free myself from the weight, but free myself from treating myself so carelessly. So I decided that even if I never lost a pound, I would at least watch what I ate and work out on a regular basis. And as I felt better, I kept going. And it eventually worked out." "How long did it take?" "Just over a year." "Well, congratulations on your effort." Miss Lila said. "You look beautiful now. But I have to be honest: I personally believe that every woman is gorgeous, no matter what her size. And I believe it's my job to make every woman see that she has the right to be glamorous and sexy and confident. So even though you didn't think so, I'm sure that you looked gorgeous back then as well." "No I didn't," Lorren admitted. "I find that hard to believe," Miss Lila answered. "For example, don't you know that you have an amazing bone structure? And a drop-dead gorgeous smile? And stunning legs?" Lorren's shoulders relaxed and she chuckled. "Now you're just trying to sell me lingerie." "Yes," Miss Lila laughed. "That may be true. But I'm more interested in selling you some self-esteem." Lorren's head snapped. "Excuse me? What did you say?" "Easy, hon," Miss Lila said smoothly. "I didn't mean to rattle you. But I do believe in being blunt. And, to put it bluntly, you need to feel better about yourself." Miss Lila held out her hand. "Will you let me help you?" Lorren paused. This woman was seductive as hell but borderline rude, but Lorren looked down at her loose, baggy sweater. She even noticed the frays around the sleeves. Who was she kidding? Her wardrobe was pitiful. Since her dramatic weight loss, most of her clothes didn't fit anymore, and the ones that did were seriously outdated. As her friend Anita suggested, having a professional lingerie fitting could be the perfect start to a whole new wardrobe. A whole new life, even. "Ok," Lorren whispered. "Come with me." Lorren followed Miss Lila to the rear of the shop. As they reached the fitting area, Lorren noticed several carefully stacked boxes and neatly filed papers in the back workspace. She was immediately impressed at how tidy and orderly Miss Lila's shop was. "Lorren, pick a fitting room, go inside and take off your top." Lorren's eyes widened. "I need to measure you, hon," Miss Lila assured. "So get comfy and I'll be back in a moment." Lorren walked into one of the spacious fitting rooms. The room had several full-length mirrors and there were a number of gold-plated hooks on the walls to hold the garments. Reluctantly, Lorren stripped off her sweater and faced the full-length mirrors clad in only her plain white bra. She was once embarrassed about her shape, but Miss Lila's words started to take effect. As Lorren began to admire the sight of her slimmer arms and shoulders, she suddenly realized that her arms looked great whether she was slim or not. Suddenly, Lorren heard a knock at the fitting room door. "Ok. I'm coming in," Miss Lila announced as she opened the door. She smiled as she admired Lorren's trim frame. "Very nice, Lorren. Now that you've told me that you're taking better care of yourself, I'd say that you've been working extremely hard. You should be proud." Lorren blushed. "Thanks." "Ok. Lift up your arms, please," Miss Lila said. She wrapped a yellow measuring tape around Lorren's chest. "Hmmm..." As she adjusted the tape, her hand accidentally brushed against Lorren's nipple. The flesh immediately hardened at Miss Lila's soft touch. Lorren turned scarlet red. "Don't worry, hon," Miss Lila winked. "Happens all the time." Lorren shook her head and lowered her eyes, mortified. Wanting to spare the young woman further embarrassment, Miss Lila quickly took the last few measurements. "Ok. All done." She wrapped up the measuring tape. "I'm going to grab something that I think is perfect for you and I'll be right back." Lorren stood in front of the mirror, looking at her shape. Well, it's not really bad, she thought. She turned to the side. I did work hard. And it's helped my overall life. Case in point: I have way more energy than before. Miss Lila came back in, interrupting her thoughts. "Ok Lorren. Try this one first." She held up a scandalous leopard-print bra with dramatic black lace trim. Lorren shook her head. "Oh, that's a bit much..." "Don't be silly. It's perfect. It fits your new life. Risqué and wild." Miss Lila walked behind Lorren and quickly unclasped her bra. "Let me help you." Before Lorren knew what was happening, Miss Lila whisked the fabric away and Lorren stood there naked from the waist up. Her firm breasts sagged just a bit, but the upper body exercises she'd done greatly improved how high they sat on her chest. Miss Lila's eyes were in the mirror, firmly locked on Lorren's cinnamon nipples. Blushing, Lorren quickly slipped on the soft brassiere. Miss Lila reluctantly fastened the clasps. Lorren looked at herself in the mirrors, stunned. "Wow." She was barely aware that the word slipped out of her mouth. Lorren's soft brown skin was perfectly accented by the soft black and gold leopard-print fabric. The sturdy, underwire cups of the bra gently and subtly lifted and separated Lorren's firm breasts, making them look luscious and inviting. The round, supple globes softly jiggled as Lorren turned in the mirror. "See," Miss Lila said as they both admired Lorren's reflection. "You're a beautiful woman." Miss Lila gently placed her hand on Lorren's shoulder. Lorren's breathing quickened as she felt Miss Lila's heat race through her. "Ok. That one looks great. It fits you well," Miss Lila said. "Now try this one on next." She placed a jade green satin kimono on one of the hooks. "I'll be right back." Lorren tilted her head as she looked at the satiny material. That isn't too bad, she thought. She unbuttoned her skirt and began to remove it. Then she glanced in the mirror and remembered the small pockets of flesh on the backs of her thighs. Suddenly bashful and forgetting her newly-found confidence, she changed her mind and kept the skirt on as she wriggled into the satin kimono. Lorren turned and scrutinized herself at every angle. Not able to find any obvious flaws, she finally relaxed and smiled at her reflection. Finally, she approved of her image in the mirror. She playfully shook out her hair and twirled around. "Rowr," Lorren growled, loving the feel of the cool, silky fabric. Giggling, she growled again, enjoying her animalistic impulses. "Uh oh. Is there a wildcat in here?" Miss Lila teased as she came back into the fitting room. Lorren giggled harder. "Meow," she purred. "Ahhh. You like pussies," Miss Lila said. All of a sudden, Lorren's face froze. She shook her head as she reached for her clothes. "I have to leave now. I'm not ready for this." "Wait! I've offended you?" Miss Lila grasped Lorren's hand. "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad." "No, no. Actually, it's ok," Lorren admitted. "I'm not offended. I'm not scared, either. I'm just a bit sensitive about that. See, it's just...it's just that I haven't had a girlfriend in quite a while." "No?" Miss Lila perked up. "No." A moment passed and the twosome began to giggle. Lorren sighed and laid her head on Miss Lila's shoulder. The two ladies stood together, skin-to-skin, both silent and each drawing heat from the other. Lorren finally spoke. "I've always loved girls. And I've dated a few. But after my dad died, I gained the weight so fast, that I just stopped dating altogether." She frowned. "Girls stopped asking me out." "Or maybe you started hiding?" Lorren sighed. "Maybe..." "Cheer up, hon. I have one more thing to show you, so hold tight. I'll be right back." Before she left, she pointed to the denim skirt that was still on Lorren's bottom half. "Oh, and would you take off your skirt, please? You have such beautiful legs," she winked as she shut the door. Lorren's mouth dropped open. Oh, this was going way too far. I don't know this woman, she chided. Just put your clothes on and go before this gets any more out of hand. Suddenly, Lorren realized that her present insecurities were giving her nothing but grief. A change had to be made or she'd never have true happiness again. All at once, Lorren gave up feeling self-conscious and gave in to the luscious feelings coursing through her. She first removed the satin kimono and carefully hung it on one of the hooks. She then unhooked the leopard print bra. Finally, she slid off her cotton panties. No longer bashful, she freely went nude. Her soft, round breasts jiggled as she moved. She studied her newly toned arms and legs and began to love and admire what she saw. She smiled at her dark, blazing eyes and smooth, silky brown skin. She even turned to appreciate her tight, firm ass. She silently gave thanks for her rich, African-American ancestry. A knock at the door interrupted Lorren's thoughts. "I have something extra special for you," Miss Lila announced. She held up the final outfit, but once she caught sight of Lorren's nude body, she gasped. Miss Lila was consumed with raw need at Lorren's stunning physique. "You're beautiful, Lorren. I mean that." She regained her composure and returned her focus to the specialty garment on the hanger. When Lorren saw it, she gasped. Resting on the padded hanger was a sheer pink nightie trimmed in fluffy pink faux fur. A tiny pair of matching faux fur panties was clipped to the garment. The delicate, see-through intimate material sent a delicious shiver deep between Lorren's legs. "That's gorgeous," Lorren whispered as she admired the luxurious outfit. "Told you. Now try it on," Miss Lila smiled. Lorren slipped the rose-colored nightie over her head and it fluttered into place. The soft pink shade made her soft brown skin gleam. Her thick nipples were deliciously visible through the sheer fabric. Her slim waist and rounded hips looked lovely in the delicate pink shade. The faux fur tickled her heated skin and she giggled. Lorren looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She looked angelic. Tears welled up in her eyes. "You look gorgeous, hon," Miss Lila said. "Now what about the panties?" Lorren looked at her in surprise. "I can't try those on too, can I? I mean--" "Of course you can. You must." Miss Lila unclipped them from the hanger. "Here you go." Miss Lila, her eyes fixed on the bare skin between Lorren's legs, handed her the tiny swatch of material. Lorren slipped the panties on and looked in the mirror. She grinned wickedly. "Wait. I need to fit this better in the front," Miss Lila said. She turned Lorren around to face her. Miss Lila reached out and stroked Lorren's firm breasts. A moan escaped Lorren's lips as she felt Miss Lila's hands caress her gently. Miss Lila continued squeezing and passionately kneading Lorren's hot flesh. She loved stroking Lorren's firm breasts. Needing a taste of the delicious skin, Miss Lila bent in close to her stiff nipple. Miss Lila stuck her tongue out and teased the firm peak. Lorren wriggled in her grasp. Miss Lila smelled the warm scent of her skin and blazing heat suddenly erupted in her. Unable to wait any longer, she quickly sucked Lorren's nipple into her hot, wanting mouth. "Oooh!" Lorren cried out. "Oh my God!" Miss Lila's strokes became more heated as she licked and sucked the delicate flesh. She rolled her tongue over and over Lorren's silky skin. She moved to Lorren's other breast and furiously lapped at the moist peak. Lorren, dazed with passion, grabbed Miss Lila's head and pulled it tightly to her breasts. The heat between the two women threatened to scorch them both. "The panties need fitting too," Miss Lila said as she sunk to her knees. She licked her lips as she gazed at Lorren's soft skin. She lifted the nightie and pressed her lips against Lorren's stomach. She tongued her navel, making Lorren giggle with delight. Enjoying the warmth, Miss Lila pressed her cheek to Lorren's blazing skin. She rubbed her face over and over Lorren's hot flesh. She then began to plant tiny kisses all over Lorren's tight body. She continued her delicious licking and teasing until Lorren cried out in sheer pleasure. Growing bolder, Miss Lila hooked her finger into Lorren's tiny panties. "Yes?" she asked as she looked up at Lorren. "Yes," Lorren whispered. Lorren closed her eyes as she felt the panties slide down her legs. Her body tensed in anticipation. Lorren needed release badly; her hunger for this incredibly elegant and exotic woman threatened to consume her. Then she felt it. The hot, wet tongue licking all over her smooth mound. Lorren groaned in ecstasy. Miss Lila made long, wet strokes all over Lorren's bare, swollen lips. Lorren almost screamed at the wet wiggling sensations deep between her legs. The Perfect Fit "Oh yes," Lorren moaned as Miss Lila licked and kissed Lorren's wet pussy. Lorren, drowning in pleasure, reached up and began stroking her own breasts. She pinched her nipples and gasped at the electric feelings racing through her. Miss Lila nudged Lorren's legs apart further. "You taste so good, honey," she whispered before she gripped Lorren's hips and drank deeply from Lorren's heated core. "Oh, baby," Lorren groaned. Her head spun at the feelings rushing through her. Miss Lila took her hand and spread Lorren's pussy lips wide open. She licked hard at Lorren's pink clit. Miss Lila moaned when Lorren's sugary juices bathed her lips. "More," she moaned. "Give me more, Lorren." "Oooh!" Lorren cried. "Oh my God! That feels so good!" "You like that, baby?" Miss Lila teased Lorren's swollen clit more and more until Lorren began to shake. Her head rolled from side to side and tears slipped from her eyes at the intense pleasure. "Oh, baby! Baby, please!" Lorren's senses were on overload. She sighed and moaned as she raced closer and closer to the ultimate explosion. "Don't stop! I'm so close," she panted. White-hot liquid flowed like lava from her juicy mound. Miss Lila tongued sharp circles all over Lorren's engorged clit. Over and over, she sweetly teased the pink gem. Finally, she slipped her index finger deep into Lorren's wetness. "Come on, Lorren. Cum for me. Cum for me, sweet baby!" Lorren's body lurched, desperate to reach the final pinnacle of ecstasy. "Yes! I'm cumming! Now!" Miss Lila quickly inserted a second finger. She pushed and pushed until she reached Lorren's G-spot. "Ahhh!" Lorren screamed as her mind shattered and exploded into a thousand crystals of light. Sticky juice flowed out of her and Miss Lila lapped up every drop. Lorren moaned and cried out her immense joy. Miss Lila held on tight, sucking and lapping at Lorren's sticky sweetness. Lorren's moans and whimpers continued until she finally floated back to Earth. Once she regained control over herself, she looked around. She suddenly realized where she was and what had just happened. "Oh my God. Did I just--? In a fitting room? Oh my God!" Lorren put her head in her hands. "Lorren? Calm down, honey." Miss Lila used her tongue and fingers to trace random circles over Lorren's velvety calves and thighs. "Relax, baby." Miss Lila stood up and embraced her. The two women shared the intimate warmth from each other's bodies. Their mutual heat comforted and nourished them both. After a few moments, they pulled apart and Miss Lila again took Lorren's hands in hers. "First things first. Do you want to purchase the items I've showed you?" Lorren laughed and nodded. "Good. I'll ring everything up as you go ahead and get dressed. Just come on out when you're ready." She gently touched Lorren's cheek and smiled. Miss Lila gave her a quick wave as she left the fitting room. A few minutes later, Lorren emerged fully clothed and holding the pink nightie set. Miss Lila wrapped it in delicate tissue paper and placed it in Lorren's bag with the other garments. Once Lorren settled her bill, Miss Lila handed her the bag. "Thanks," Lorren grinned. "And by the way -- I want you to know that you've given me myself back. And I truly appreciate it." "My pleasure," Miss Lila winked. "And as a special gift, I tossed in a couple of really nice pieces for you. I think you'd look great in them. They're on the house, of course. Maybe you'll come back and model them for me?" Lorren blushed. Miss Lila laughed. "In any event, I put my business card in the bag. Call me anytime." Lorren smiled and nodded. As she took her bag and walked out, she suddenly turned back to Miss Lila. "Again, thank you so much. For everything." Lorren winked and strolled out, swinging her bag happily. Miss Lila smiled as she watched Lorren's tight ass swish away. Just then, the shop's telephone rang. Miss Lila smiled as she answered. "Summer Rose Lingerie." "Hello?" the shaky voice asked. "Is this Miss Lila?" "Yes it is. How can I help you?" "Well," the voice started, "I got your card from a friend. She recommended you highly. She said you could help me?" Miss Lila beamed. "Yes, I believe I can. We here at Summer Rose Lingerie are convinced that all women are beautiful, unique and special. It's our pleasure to do everything we can to make sure you get the perfect fit." The Perfect Fit "What do you mean, you don't own any lingerie?" Jacob asked. "Well, I have bras and panties, but that's it," Vicky replied. "And they aren't anything fancy, just department store stuff. I've never had a reason to have anything really sexy." "You're enough of a reason on your own. When you wear sexy things, you feel sexy, right?" "Yeah, but what's the point of wearing something no one else is going to see?" Jacob rolled his eyes. "The point is to make yourself feel good, Vick. To make yourself feel hot and sexy. To excite yourself by knowing that you're wearing something under your clothes that would make people's eyes pop out if they knew about it." He put his hand on Vicky's thigh. "Besides, you have someone who'll see it now." Vicky smiled. "Yes, I do. I've bought lingerie in the past, though, and I hated how I looked in it." "You didn't pick the right thing, then. We need to go shopping, you and I. I'll help you choose the perfect items, and then you can model them for me when we get back." Just the thought of buying something more than her usual bras and panties made Vicky blush. "I don't have money for that kind of thing," she protested. "I barely have money for work clothes." "Did I not just say I was taking you shopping? Don't worry about the money. I'll pay for whatever we find, on the condition that I get to see it the first time you wear it." "Okay. Deal. But I doubt we'll find anything." "Never doubt." Jacob got up and put on his jacket. "Let's go." "Now?" "Why not? We aren't doing anything else. Besides, if I give you a chance to think about it, you'll chicken out. Come on. I'll take you to dinner, and then we can hit the mall. I know just the store for you." There was no store for Vicky, not if it involved lingerie, anyway. She didn't have the figure for it, as far as she was concerned. Her breasts weren't big enough, and her hips were too big. The one time she'd bought something sexy to wear for her ex-husband, he'd laughed at her and told her she looked like a stuffed pepper. She'd torn the green teddy into shreds and had never bought anything like it again. But since she and Jacob had begun dating, she'd realized that he liked everything about her, including her body. The first time they'd made love, he'd told her how beautiful she was. He was the first man to see her naked since her divorce, and his reaction had surprised and aroused her. If he wanted to see her in lingerie, why not? Especially since he was willing to pay for it. Vicky put on her shoes and jacket and followed Jacob outside to his car. "Try not to look like you're about to be executed," he teased as they drove out of the driveway. "You never know," Vicky said. "I've heard scary things about the saleswomen in some of those stores." Jacob rested his hand on her leg. "You'll be fine. I'll protect you." He took her to their favorite Chinese restaurant for dinner, then drove to the nearby mall. With his arm around her, he guided Vicky to a small store at the end of one of the wings of the mall. "I didn't know this place was here," Vicky said. "It's kind of out of the way," Jacob agreed. "But it's a nice place. They take good care of their customers. I think you'll like it." At the store's entrance was a rack of royal blue camisoles, teddies, bras, and thongs. Vicky touched one of the satin garments. "Soft," she said. "Beats the heck out of the discount rack stuff you usually wear," Jacob said. "Not that those are bad things. You look incredibly hot no matter what you wear. But imagine how one of these would feel against your skin. How soft it would be; how turned on it would make you to have something like this on under your work clothes." "I'd never wear something like this to work." "Why not?" "I work in a daycare, Jacob! Why would I wear this stuff?" "It isn't like the kids are going to see it. You'd wear it to make yourself feel good." "I wouldn't wear it to work." "Stubborn girl. All right, imagine how turned on you'd be wearing something like this under your jeans and T-shirt on a weekend. Or under your clothes on a date with me." "You'd know I was wearing them." "So imagine how turned on I'd be." He took one of the teddies off the rack and checked the size. "I think this would fit you. You should try it on. You like the color, don't you?" "Yeah. I like anything but green." Jacob studied her. "Too bad. Green would be a good color on you. But all right, we'll stay away from it. Here, take this, and let's see what else we can find. Oh, and don't even think about looking at the price tag. That's between me and my credit card company." Vicky took the teddy and managed to resist the temptation to look at the tag. She followed Jacob further into the store. "Can I help you?" asked a saleswoman who was straightening a rack of push-up bras. "My lady friend and I are looking for something sexy for her," Jacob replied. Vicky blushed; how could he say that to a saleswoman? "She doesn't own much in the way of lingerie, so we're just looking to see what catches her eye," Jacob continued. "Well, feel free to look around, and be sure to let me know if I can help with anything," the saleswoman said. Vicky and Jacob went from rack to rack, looking at every type of lingerie imaginable. Before long, Vicky had an armful of teddies, babydolls, and chemises. "You'll have to try those on," Jacob said. "I'm not even sure how some of them go on," Vicky complained. "Don't worry. I'll help you. We have to make sure it's a perfect fit." He signaled to the saleswoman, who hurried over. "She'd like to try on a few things," Jacob said. "Of course." The saleswoman led them to the fitting rooms and unlocked one of the stalls. "Would you like me to stay for advice and assistance?" "No, I'll take care of it, thanks," Jacob said. The saleswoman smiled knowingly. "All right. When you're finished, if there's anything you aren't taking, just leave it in the stall and we'll put it away. Enjoy." She walked away. Jacob sat in the lone chair outside the stalls. "Go ahead, honey," he said. "But remember, you promised I'd get to see you in each thing the first time you wear it." "I thought you meant after I bought it." "Nope. That would be too easy. You try something on; if it doesn't fit, then just take it off and try the next thing. But if it does fit, you have to come out and show me, even if you don't like it. Let me be the judge of how you look, honey, okay? You don't think too well of yourself sometimes." That was true. Vicky shut herself in the stall and stripped off her shirt and jeans. What should she put on first? She started by checking the sizes of the things Jacob had chosen. Some of them definitely wouldn't fit; she put them aside. That still left her with at least half a dozen choices. Finally she picked a ruby-colored set: a see-through babydoll with solid, padded cups and a matching thong. She put them on over her own underwear and looked in the mirror. Horrible. Absolutely horrible. It was impossible to tell how the set fit with her faded panties and stretched-out bra underneath. She couldn't show herself to Jacob like that. Reluctantly, she took off the babydoll and thong. "How are you doing?" Jacob called. "Um, how can I tell if I have to keep my underwear on under the stuff I'm trying?" Vicky replied. "Who says you have to keep your underwear on?" "What?" "You definitely don't need to keep your bra on. As for panties, keep them on at first, but then if the other thing fits, take your panties off before you show me. If it's the perfect fit, we'll be buying it anyway, so it won't matter if your pussy touches it." In the mirror, Vicky saw herself blush. She couldn't believe Jacob had just blurted out that word where anyone could hear! But it excited her to hear him say it. She stripped off her bra and panties, put the babydoll set back on, and opened the door. "Oh, my." Jacob stared approvingly at her. "That's gorgeous, honey! What do you think? Do you like how you look?" "Yeah." Vicky shifted the top of the babydoll. "But I'm not sure it really fits on top, you know?" "Let's take a closer look." Jacob ushered Vicky back into the stall. He came in with her and closed the door. "What are you doing?" Vicky asked. "Checking the fit of these intimate items of yours." Jacob positioned her in front of the mirror. "We have to be sure it fits perfectly." "But..." Jacob stepped behind her and cupped her breasts with his hands. "That seems all right. Not too big, not too small." Vicky giggled nervously. "All right, but you shouldn't be in here. What if the saleswoman comes back?" "She won't." Jacob kissed her neck. "I told you they take good care of their customers here. Or allow their customers to take good care of each other, if that's what they want." "You mean, they let people..." Vicky lowered her voice. "They let people have sex here?" "Not blatantly, but if customers ask to be left alone, the employees honor that." He slipped his hand into one cup of the babydoll and rubbed Vicky's nipple. "You are incredibly sexy in this, honey. There's no way I can keep my hands off you." "I have other things to try on." But Vicky didn't want Jacob to leave the room. She didn't want him to stop touching her. "So you do." Jacob untied the ribbon at the front of the babydoll, between Vicky's breasts, and eased the straps off her shoulders. The babydoll opened at the front, revealing Vicky's breasts. "I guess we'd better get these things off you, then." "Jacob..." Jacob set the babydoll aside and covered Vicky's breasts with his hands. He kissed her neck as he gently massaged her tits until she moaned. "How wet are you, honey?" he asked. More than she'd been in a while. Far more than she'd ever been in a public place. "Why don't you find out?" she teased. "I'd love to." Jacob eased the thong down Vicky's thighs. He knelt in front of her to bring them to the floor, then took one of Vicky's legs and lifted it onto his shoulder. Vicky desperately grabbed at the wall. "Jacob, I'm going to fall!" "I won't let you fall, Vicky." Jacob held her leg with one hand and wrapped the other arm around her other leg. His tongue traced a path up the inside of her thigh to her pussy. When it touched her clit, Vicky had to stifle a moan. Jacob spent a few moments lapping at her wetness. Then he sucked her clit. That was all it took for an orgasm to wash over her. This time, Vicky made no attempt to muffle her sounds of pleasure. Jacob lowered her leg to the floor and stood. "Did you like that?" he asked. "I think you could say that." "Good." Jacob turned her to the mirror. "Take a look at yourself, Vicky. Do you see how beautiful you are?" She saw the same old body she saw every time she looked at herself naked in the mirror. Which was as seldom as possible. But with Jacob beside her, she could almost see what he saw. She could at least believe it was there. "I think so," she said. "Good. Because I see it. And I want it." He unzipped his pants. Vicky held her breath. Jacob wouldn't... he couldn't be thinking about fucking her in a dressing room. Could he? He could. Vicky felt his cock brushing her ass. "Turn sideways," he instructed her. "I want you to see this." Vicky did as he asked. With gentle pressure on her shoulders, Jacob bent her over. He guided his cock to her opening and with one hard thrust, entered her. "Oh, fuck!" Vicky said. "You feel so good, honey." Jacob moved back and forth. "Look in the mirror, Vicky. Watch me fucking your tight pussy." In the mirror, Vicky could see Jacob's cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Jacob grasped her hips, pulling her back against him each time he thrust. The excitement of being fucked in a public place and of being able to see it brought Vicky quickly to the brink. "Jacob!" she cried. "I'm coming!" "Good. That's what I want." He fucked her harder. "Come for me, Vicky. Come for me now." "Jacob! Fuck!" She let out a wordless wail as the orgasm hit. Jacob slipped out of her and kissed her shoulder. "Get dressed, sweetheart," he said. "Time to go." "You didn't come." "I didn't plan to. There'll be plenty of time for that when we get back to your place. After you model your other new lingerie for me." Vicky found her panties on the floor and pulled them back on. "I haven't tried any of the other things on yet." "Trust me, they'll be a perfect fit, just like this one." He picked up the babydoll and thong, and gathered the other outfits she'd chosen. "They're all beautiful. And so are you. That's what this was about, Vicky. Showing you how beautiful you are." He brought his mouth to hers. "Get dressed, beautiful woman. And hurry up, because I want to finish what I started." Vicky laughed. "All right. Jacob, thank you." "You're welcome. Now get those clothes back on before I decide to fuck you again right here." He left the stall. The Perfect Fit Meghan needed a new bra. Two weeks ago, her favorite pink underwire bra had broken, leaving her with only a lavender demi bra; a black underwire bra; and two plain white ones. While the demi bra lifted and offered her half-covered breasts up as if on a tray in a very sexy way, it was way too uncomfortable to wear for a whole work day. The black one squeezed her D cups together very nicely, and looked very good against her white skin, but just wasn't as comfortable as her pink one. As for the white ones? Well, who looked sexy in white? No matter how much lace they had, they were just too plain. And Meghan did not like feeling plain. As she tried to focus on her work, the ordinary, white one she wore that day started pinching under her left arm, and she reached up to stretch it out. Jenny, her co-worker and best friend noticed as she was walking by. "Meghan, is something bothering you today?" "Oh, it's nothing," Meghan replied. The truth was, Meghan wanted to go into the restroom and remove that uncomfortable undergarment, but the thin, white top she wore that day would have let her pert nipples show through. They always got excited and swelled a little when she took her bra off and the white shirt wouldn't hide that at all. That simply wasn't an option. "You should really go to see Jackie at Victoria's Secret," Jenny offered. "I always leave her feeling completely satisfied," she said with a smile. Something in that smile made Meghan look twice. It was the look her husband used to give her when she wore her lavender, demi bra under her favorite plum top. There was something about that top that made him stare at her with the same, lust filled look that Jenny had just then. Meghan shook it off and told Jenny she would think about it. But as the day went on, the white, plain bra started digging into her side more and more and she decided Jenny was probably right. "Hunnie, I am going shopping on my way home, so take care of yourself. No, I don't know how long I will be, just go to the bar and get a burger if you want. I will be there when I am done," she said to her hubby on the phone. She hung up and sat there wondering when the last time was her husband had given her that look. It seemed like years ago. Although she loved her husband very much, life with him had gotten old and predictable. She wasn't complaining, lord no, but it just seemed like she needed something extra. Something a little fun. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it was there in the back of her mind, just the same. When the work day was over, she got in her Toyota and drove the short distance to the Victoria's Secret in the near-by mall. She parked and locked her car, noticing that the parking lot was conspicuously empty. "Must be that not many women shop here on a Tuesday night," she thought to herself as she made her way up to the doors and into the store. "May I help you?" Jackie asked as Meghan walked thru the door and into the empty store. "Oh, I'm just browsing," Meghan said as she took a second look at Jackie. She stood about the same height as Meghan, but had raven dark black hair that fell around her shoulders. Meghan looked a little lower and was embarrassed to realize that she was focusing on Jackie's breasts. Jackie was probably a double D, but why was she even looking there? She shook her head and looked back at Jackie's face. "I was thinking I might use a new bra," Meghan finally managed to say. "What size are you?" Jackie asked. Good question, Meghan thought to herself, she really didn't know for sure. "Um, I think maybe a C?" She managed. "Well that's the problem," Jackie said. "You probably aren't wearing the correct size for you. Here, lets just go into the dressing room and I will measure you." Meghan thought to herself. She had never ever really been measured for a bra since she was in high school, so Jackie was probably right. Maybe that's why the bras she had didn't seem to fit right on her. "Ok, sure, let's go then", Meghan said. Jackie smiled at her, and for the second time that day, Meghan saw that look again. She felt her tummy flip once, and felt her mouth go dry as Jackie took her hand and led her to the back of the store. Meghan followed Jackie into the first dressing room. "Go on in, and take your top off" Jackie said. "I will find some bras that you will like, and then I will be right in." As Meghan listened to the door click shut behind her, she could feel her heart start to beat harder. What was she so nervous for? She was going to get measured for a bra and pick a few out. The door clicked shut behind her and she started to unbutton her blouse. She looked down at the plain, white bra under her top, and thought to herself, time for a change. Little did she know how right she would be. "Are you ready for me?" Jackie said as she opened the door and walked into the dressing room with Meghan. Meghan had removed her blouse as she had been told, and stood there in her bra, her arms crossed, trying to cover up as much as she could. "Here are some bras I picked out for you, but first, we need to get this old one off of you and measure." Meghan took a deep breath, and started to reach behind her. "Here, let me." Jackie said as she reached up and turned Meghan's back to her. Jackie's hands felt warm on Meghan's back as she unhooked the white bra. She pulled the sides apart, and off of Meghan's nice breasts. Picking up a tape measure, she went around under the bust line, her hands brushing against the bottom of Meghan's breasts. With a shiver, Meghan closed her eyes and waited. "Just as I thought" Jackie said. "38.........38D for sure." "How do you know I am a D?" Meghan asked. Jackie just pulled the tape from around Meghan and softly cupped both of her breasts from behind. "I know. These are a D, a very nice, very full D cup." Meghan gasped at the physical contact. Jackie held both of her breasts in her hands. She could feel Jackie's breath on her neck and her nipples suddenly became very hard. Jackie felt Meghan's nipples respond to her touch and started to rub them between her fingers. This caused Meghan to tremble slightly and back into Jackie's arms. Jackie turned her head to the side and started to kiss on Meghan's neck, very softly and so very sensual. Meghan thought her knees would buckle as she tried to remain standing. The kisses became harder and moved up to Meghan's ear lobes, then back down to her neck. All the while, Jackie was rubbing Meghan's nipples harder and harder, making them stand out from her breasts, as if they were asking for even more attention. Jackie wanted to give them just that and walked around to the front of Meghan, taking her left nipple full into her mouth as both of her hands held her left breast up to her mouth. "Oh my god," Meghan thought, "What is she doing?" But it felt too good for her to say no, too good for her to say stop. Her mind was going a mile a minute, but she couldn't form any words. She felt her pussy get wet and wondered if Jackie would taste it. Meghan felt her body slide down to the floor, where Jackie was suddenly on top of her, kissing her full on the mouth. Jackie then kissed her way down, spending lots of time on each of Meghan's breasts and nipples, before moving lower with her mouth. Jackie unzipped Meghan's slacks and slid them down as Meghan involuntarily lifted her hips so they could be slid off. Now all that separated Jackie's warm mouth was Meghan's thin thong, and Jackie reached up and pulled it aside, revealing a very warm, very wet pussy. Meghan thought she might die as she felt Jackie's lips caress her inner folds and her clit started to swell, sticking out from her wet pussy. Jackie found it and softly sucked on it while licking the tip at the same time. Meghan started to moan, a low soft moan that started to get louder and louder as Jackie sucked on her clit harder. "Don't stop Jackie.....don't stop....please god, don't stop," Meghan gasped as Jackie latched her mouth over her swollen clit and sucked even harder while taking both her hands and pinching Meghan's swollen nipples. "I'm cumming," Meghan said as she felt her orgasm start. It built up from her insides, bellowing out to her toes and back up. Her thighs and arms started shaking as her climax overtook her body. Then she was limp. Jackie eased her sucking off of Meghan's clit and turned her head to the side, resting her raven black hair on Meghan's tummy. "Another satisfied customer," she thought to herself. The Perfect Fit Jenny was relaxing on the couch watching TV and feeling very sleepy after a long day in the sun. She was spending a few days at her Uncle's farm outside of town as she often did in the summer. As she had just turned 18 this was her last summer break before graduation. In his 30s, her uncle was handsome and well built and she had always felt comfortable visiting him, although his wife, her mother's sister, was a witch. She could never understand what he had seen in her and they didn't have any children either. Jenny wondered if they even had sex. As she lay there she found herself wondering how big his cock was and if he liked to fuck young girls with it. "Such naughty thoughts Jenny!" she told herself, but the just the idea of having sex with her uncle had made her panties a little damp. She was wearing a cotton print dress with a button down front and had kicked off her shoes to lie on the couch while her uncle finished the chores. Her aunt was away visiting 'friends' she had said, and the house was quiet except for the sound of the TV. Her uncle had told her his wife had taken to visiting friends in the city several times a month, often staying overnight and sometimes he wondered if she was coming back. "Well, at least the house is peaceful with her gone" he had said. Jenny slid down and began to doze, her dress riding high up her thighs till it exposed her panties and she didn't bother to adjust it. She began dreaming about having sex in the shower with the stranger with his soapy hands caressing her breasts as his cock tried to find the entrance to her pussy. Then as it slid into her she was saying "oh John! Uncle John..." Her uncle found her there sleeping when he came in. He noticed how grown up and sexy she looked lying spread out on the couch. Her breasts had filled out since the previous summer and made luscious mounds beneath the thin fabric of her dress. Perhaps it was just his imagination but there seemed to be two little bumps pushing out the fabric where her nipples would be. He found himself wondering what Jenny's naked breasts would look like and an image of her with her dress unbuttoned and her breasts exposed flashed through his mind. "Stop it!" he told himself, "she's just a girl", but the body laid out on the couch was clearly that of a sexy young woman, albeit one who happened to be his niece. He continued to gaze at her, noticing the way her dress was arranged around the womanly swell of her hips, he could see she was wearing tight pink panties that clearly outlined the mound of her pussy. He wondered if she had had sex before, or was still a virgin, and began to get a very uncomfortable hard on as he stared at her. She must be very tired he thought, and decided to carry her up to the guest room to put her to bed, as the sight of her lying there with her sexy legs and exposed panties was a recipe for trouble. His wife had been a cold fish in bed for the past few years and the sight of his sexy sleeping niece was very arousing. He scooped her up in his strong tanned arms, one beneath her bare sexy thighs and the other beneath her arms. She murmured something sleepily and put her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest and resting her head on his shoulder as he carried her up the stairs. Her dress had ridden up to her waist fully exposing her panties and his dick had extended down his pant leg and was throbbing against his thigh. He entered the darkened room, and laying her gently on the bed, he leaned over to kiss her cheek. As he did so her hand, which had been draped over the side of the bed, came into contact with the lump in his pant leg. Somehow he found her lips instead of her cheek and as he kissed her he felt her fingers slide up the length of his imprisoned shaft and back down before wrapping around it and giving it a squeeze. Startled, he stood there in the dark as Jenny's hand began to massage and squeeze him. Before he knew it she had rolled over toward him and her hands were fumbling with his belt and unzipping his fly. In a minute she had his bare cock in her hand and was stroking its turgid length. "Mmmmmm you have such a big one Uncle John, it's so thick and long and hard, I was so hoping you had a nice one!" she whispered. Then he felt her tongue on the tip, licking the sensitive skin and kissing it before enclosing the fat head between her lips. The sensation was wonderful. He hadn't had his cock sucked in years and Jenny seemed to have considerable experience. His eyes clouded over and he groaned softly "Jenny, what are you doing?" "Kissing you goodnight uncle John." came the whispered answer and then her lips resumed their task. His eyes had become adjusted to the dim light and he could see that she had a hand between her legs and was rubbing her pussy as she sucked while her other hand was still wrapped around his shaft, stroking it gently in perfect rhythm with her sucking. Her lack of shyness and quick evaluation of his equipment suggested she wasn't a virgin and the pleasure she was giving him with her mouth made him lust for more. He was quickly losing control of his desire. As if it had a will of its own his right hand reached for Jenny's naked thigh. When Jenny felt her uncles hand on her upper thigh she knew she had him. She stopped rubbing herself and let his fingers slide up and explore her panties. She moaned softly as she felt them slide beneath the waistband and down through the patch of pubic hair to find the opening between her legs, already slick with her excitement. She moaned again and spread her legs wide, inviting him to mount her. His cock was long and thick with a large bulging head and she couldn't wait to feel it push its way between the folds of fatty skin that surrounded the entrance to her pussy. "I want you Uncle John!" Her whispered words were like a drug. Overcome with lust, his desire to plunge his aching erection into the warm, moist opening between Jenny's legs overwhelmed his last shreds of reluctance. He no longer saw his niece on the bed, but a young women with a luscious mouth and enticing breasts, her legs spread, waiting for a man to come between them. "I can pull out before I come" he thought, and stepping back from her he quickly removed his clothes before climbing onto the bed. He leaned over, and putting his hands on the mounds of her breasts, kissed her full on the mouth before climbing between her legs. She could see his erection waving between his thighs as he prepared to fill her waiting cunt. "Please!" she said, "Please put it inside me Uncle John, I need to feel it inside me!" Pulling aside her panties and placing the head against her opening he pushed into her. She was so wet that he slid in easily, despite the tightness of her pussy. "Yes!" she cried out, "Oh god you feel so good! Fuck me now, oh god, please fuck me!" she moaned, thrusting her hips up toward him as he began to stroke in and out. "Kiss my titties while you fuck me!" she begged, unbuttoning the front of her dress and pulling a bra cup aside to expose a nipple for him. He lowered his lips to her breast, sucking on the hard nipple and massaging the other breast as he thrust his dick in and out of her with growing excitement. Jenny's tight pussy and lustful desire was causing him to lose control and he knew if he didn't withdraw soon he would flood the girl's cunt with his sperm. But Jenny had no intention of letting him escape without cumming inside her, and she wrapped her legs around him and urged him on as she felt his dick stiffen and swell, recognizing what was about to happen. "Yes!" she moaned, "Yes do it now, cum inside me, shoot your stuff inside my pussy!" Then it was too late. He groaned and his cock began to jerk and spasm wildly, shooting out thick jets of semen with such force that Jenny cried out and clutched at him as his pulsing cock filled her with his seed. "Oh god Jenny! OH GOD!!" he groaned, startled by the intensity of his orgasm. He lay on top of her, holding her tightly as his cock continued to pulse within her. He hadn't come like that in years and was basking in the sensation, hardly thinking of the consequences of what he had just done. Slowly the realization that he had had sex with his niece, that he had come inside her, possibly impregnating her, began to grow. Surprisingly, instead of causing anxiety, he found the notion incredibly pleasing and erotic. After years of trying with his wife he had given up the notion of fathering a child. Now here he was with his penis inside the pussy of a fertile young girl that he had just filled with his semen who seemed to share his desire. "Sleep with me." she cooed, her hands lightly rubbing his back "Sleep with your cock inside my pussy. I want to feel you inside me all night." "Oh Jenny honey, oh baby, my sweet baby!" was his response as he kissed her and nuzzled her face. Jenny fell asleep in his arms feeling completely content and satisfied. While she had fantasized about having sex with her uncle mainly out of general horniness, the feeling of satisfaction when her uncle's large cock entered her for the first time, the pleasure of feeling him thrusting inside her, and the sense of fulfillment when his sperm laden cum flooded into her pussy and he had called her name had given her the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. As she dozed off she remembered that her last period had ended about ten days ago and she wondered if her body had unconsciously recognized the opportunity her uncle represented and fueled her desire for sex with him. John woke up to the feeling of Jenny's hand stroking his morning hard on. She had removed her panties and when she realized he was awake she climbed on top of him and straddling his thighs she placed the tip of his erection at the entrance to her pussy and eased down onto it, her warm cunt enveloping his shaft, and she began to rock up and down, moaning and sighing in pleasure. His hands found her breasts and caressed and squeezed them till his dick began spurting inside her again. Any remaining doubts about the wisdom of having sex with his niece seemed to have completely vanished during the night and he savored the sensation as his cum flooded Jenny's pussy again. She laid down on top of him with his dick still inside her and told him she had him to herself for three whole days and she expected him to take advantage of her as often as he wanted. His cock was the perfect size for her and the way he held her and kissed her made her feel like a woman, his woman. She hugged him again, pressing her breasts against his chest, and told him she would have breakfast ready for him when he had finished the chores. John had always been fond of Jenny but he hadn't ever thought of her as more than a favorite niece, but seeing the young woman she had become lying with him in the morning light aroused an intense feeling of affection and love for her. He felt as if he had been awakened from a grey haze into a world of color, one in which having sex was a new and overwhelmingly pleasurable act. As he did the chores visions of Jenny's body writhing and moaning in pleasure, impaled on his hard cock, begging him to fill her pussy with his sperm, kept flooding his thoughts. He had almost forgotten what lustful sex was like and screwing Jenny made him feel like a teenager again - only better - and he began to imagine taking her as his wife, something that would have seemed impossibly crazy only a few days before. Jenny chose a wardrobe of t-shirts or tank tops with no bra and a short jean skirt that revealed her panties whenever she leaned over (which was often, if he was near). She sucked his cock in the barn when he was doing chores and they had sex in the barn, in the kitchen, in the hot tub, and after the hot tub and always she made sure that he came inside her pussy. Even when she sucked his dick she would have him finish between her legs. They were in the kitchen on Sunday and he had her panties down around her knees when she asked him if he would kiss her between her legs. He hadn't had his face in a girl's pussy since college (his wife had been a real prude and only allowed sex with the lights off with him on top). He lifted her to the counter and removed her panties. She spread her legs and lifted her skirt, presenting the puffy mounds surrounded by soft dark brown hair that hid the moist lips of her pussy. Kneeling between her open thighs he lowered his face and breathed in the soft fragrant scent of her arousal. She shuddered as his tongue came in contact with her skin and began licking and penetrating her moist slit. Her taste excited him and he extended his tongue further into her. Jenny gasped and moaned for him to suck on and lick her clit. She had to guide his tongue to the right spot with her voice: "A little bit higher, yes, oh god yes, lick me there, ohhhh godddd, YES!" She nearly feel off the counter when she came, squeezing his head between her thighs and pressing his face into her crotch. Jenny felt she had found the perfect sexual partner. Sex with the stranger had had the thrill of discovery and naughty adventure, while the trysts with John and his friends at the sign shop had the pleasure of lustful abandon, being forced to surrender to their sexual urges by 'the power of cock' as she and Susie had joked, but her genuine affection for her uncle combined with his lustful but loving embraces filled her with a sense of happiness and peace. She knew that he loved her, and the fact that he loved sex with her as well, and could give her such pleasure, made a perfect combination. Even with her limited experience with sex she felt his equal in bed, as they shared and explored the pleasure of their bodies with each other. When Doris called to say she wasn't coming back Jenny was ecstatic. She hugged him and told him not to worry, she would come every weekend to help him with chores till she finished school and could move in with him. She told him she hoped she would soon have his baby growing inside her as her hand found the lump in his pants and gave it a squeeze. He held her close and kissed her, feeling thrilled at the thought of having a child with Jenny but wondering how to arrange matters with her parents so as to prevent arousing too many suspicions or uncomfortable questions. "I want it too baby, I want it too." he answered, kissing her again. The weekend ended all too soon and Jenny had to restrain her urge to kiss him passionately when he dropped her off at her parents house. The next week seemed an eternity with nothing but lonely masturbation to satisfy her craving for the feeling of his hard cock between her legs, the sweet scent of his sweat, and the comforting embrace of his strong arms. Jenny came out to the farm every weekend as she had promised, cooking for him and helping with the chores. He taught her to drive the tractor, how to put up hay in the barn, and they began to look forward to working together almost as much as having sex. Actually the work seemed to make the sex better and more satisfying. They slept together in his bed which began to feel especially big and empty during the week. Her uncle had begun treating her as his wife almost immediately, which pleased her immensely, and she had taken on the role with great satisfaction. Jenny did special exercises after they fucked that were supposed to help his sperm find their way to her eggs and within a month she had a positive test. They celebrated the occasion with a little champagne, a soak in the hot tub, and a good deal of especially passionate sex. Jenny was always positive she had gotten pregnant on that first night, but if not, certainly during that first three days they had spent together. Jenny's parents were a little surprised at her new interest in spending so much time on her uncle's farm, but they were pleased that he had agreed to take her in when she announced that she was pregnant and wanted to keep the baby. Jenny told them she had gotten drunk and passed out at a party and didn't know who the father was. They knew John didn't have any kids (they assumed he was impotent and that was why his wife had left him) and felt the arrangement was for the best. Jenny's Aunt Comes to Visit Jenny's aunt showed up one weekend to gather her belongings to find Jenny in the kitchen cooking dinner dressed in a short skirt and a loose blouse that was unbuttoned a bit too far, revealing the fact she wasn't wearing a bra. Her belly had begun to show, and her aunt marched out to the barn demanding to know what that "young hussy of a niece" was doing at the farm. John told her that Jenny was just helping out around the place on weekends. "Do you know that little slut is pregnant?" she shouted "She's not even out of high school and is already knocked up! Hardly a wonder, dressing like a tart the way she does!" John told her it was really none of her business and that Jenny was over the age of consent so if she wanted to have sex it was up to her and if she wanted to have a child that was up to her as well. "I can't believe you're saying that John! Listen to yourself defending that little slut! Why don't you tell her parents to knock some sense into her! Take her to a clinic and 'fix' her problem!!" Jenny had walked to the back door and heard her aunt shouting. Her face flushed in anger and embarrassment at her aunt's words. She heard her uncle defending her and felt a special glow inside. "Jenny is welcome here whenever she wants for as long as she wants, and so is her child, so shut up and pack your things!" he demanded "Mind your own damn business from now on!!" The glow expanded and Jenny grinned "That should shut the bitch up!" she thought "Maybe she and her cold dry cunt would head back down to the city that night." But no such luck. Her aunt stormed back into the house and glared at Jenny "I don't know what John is thinking defending a little slut like you, letting you run around the house half naked! You're an offense to God girl! I used to think your parents were decent folks, but I can see they spared the rod in your case. When I was young, decent girls knew how to keep their panties on when the boys came knockin. You planning to marry the young stud who got you knocked up? Or maybe you don't even know which one it was?" Flushing deeply, Jenny allowed that while it was really none of her business she might just do that. "I hope the poor sucker makes a decent living!" her aunt retorted scornfully. "Don't think you can hang out with a bastard child and leech off your poor sap of an uncle! I'll be having a word or two with your parents about this!" Despite her anger and embarrassment Jenny smiled to herself. She longed to tell her aunt who her baby's father was but she held her tongue. John came in from the barn and found the women glaring at each other in the kitchen. He smiled to himself, thinking how sexy Jenny looked when she was angry, with her blouse still unbuttoned and her tummy showing just a bit. He suggested that Doris should finish her packing and leave Jenny alone and that if Jenny was finished preparing dinner perhaps she could help him finish up in the barn. Jenny gladly accepted and they left her aunt scowling in the kitchen. When they got to the barn she hugged John and burst out crying. He kissed her and told her not to worry. Jenny held him tightly, pressing her breasts against his chest and reaching down to feel for the growing lump in his pants. It felt warm and satisfying in her hand and she squeezed it making him groan with pleasure. Dropping to her knees she unzipped his fly and began fishing for his cock. "Not here baby" he warned "we don't want your dear aunty to know our secret." "I don't care if the stupid bitch does find out" Jenny snorted as she pulled his growing erection out through his fly "maybe then she'll understand and have a jealous heart attack!" The Perfect Fit "Jeeenny" he hissed as she sucked him hungrily into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down as he became fully erect. Soon he was thrusting his hips toward her face and running his hands through her hair as she sucked and slurped on his rigid pole. He came violently, flooding Jenny's mouth with cum causing her to gag and swallow in an effort to keep up with flow. She kept sucking until his spasms subsided and his penis relaxed and slipped from her mouth. He pulled her to her feet and hugged and kissed her, running his hands through her hair he told her she was his sexy baby and he loved her very much and couldn't wait for their child to be born. Jenny melted against his chest and hugged him, crying as she did. "There there sweetie" he said, "lets go in and have dinner." They walked to the house holding hands and kissed again before entering. Doris was still packing, and though John invited her to eat with them she just glared at Jenny's face, flushed from crying, and said she had no intention of sitting at the same table as "that half dressed hussy" and said she would eat in town and sleep on the sofa even though John offered her the master bedroom. She told him that the divorce papers would be ready to sign within a week and if he wanted to consort with sluts and tramps that St. Peter would surely show him the way to hell when he arrived at the Pearly Gates. Jenny almost smiled, despite the slander, to hear that her man would soon be free of this spiteful woman. She thought that if her aunt knew that she had had sex with a black man and sucked his cock she would surely have a fatal heart attack. John told her he wouldn't allow anyone to speak to his guest like that and if she couldn't control herself and act civilly she had better find another place to stay. Doris allowed that it was still her house too until the papers were signed and stomped out slamming the door. John and Jenny ate dinner together, tidied up the kitchen and then cuddled on the sofa watching a movie. At dinner they had joked about what kind of scene would ensue if her aunt walked in while John was performing oral sex with her on the kitchen counter. "We'll tell her I have an uncomfortable injury and it's just physical therapy" Jenny had replied, laughing. Almost unconsciously John's right hand ended up inside Jenny's blouse cupping her bare breast and the other rested on her upper thigh. Jenny sighed and settled back on the sofa, pulling his left hand up beneath her skirt and put one leg over his. Giving in to her allure John's fingers began to massage the crotch of her panties and soon he felt her hand in his lap seeking his penis and rubbing him until his desire for her became unbearable. He laid her back on the sofa and fishing his cock through his fly mounted her, not bothering to remove either his pants nor her panties, just pulling them aside and pushing his cock into her. They fucked passionately, Jenny moaning and clutching at him as his thrusts reached a crescendo. He had just finished depositing his now redundant sperm within her when they heard the sound of an approaching car. John quickly withdrew and stuffed his organ back into his pants while Jenny jumped up and rushed up the stairs, locking herself in the bathroom. She showered, soaping her hands and running them over her breasts and up between her legs, her body still glowing from the sex on the sofa. She savored the delicious notion that her hateful aunt would be sleeping on the sofa where they had just had sex while she would be sleeping with her arms wrapped around Doris' husband, the father of her child, on their big bed upstairs. When she finished she wrapped herself in a towel and hurried to the master bedroom to retrieve her nightgown. A little of John's cum was still leaking from her pussy, and putting a finger between her legs and up into herself and then pulling it out she put it between her lips and sucked the flavors of sex from it. The nightgown was short, reaching only to mid thigh and made from a sheer material through which the shape of her breasts with their dark pink nipples could be clearly seen, and even the dark brown vee of pubic hair between her thighs was visible when the light was right. John had bought it for her a few weeks before and she felt very sexy wearing it. Jenny wanted her aunt to see her wearing it, to flaunt her sex appeal in a visual "fuck you". She could hear her aunt and uncle still talking in the living room as she walked to the head of the stairs. She called down to her uncle that she was going to bed. Her aunt made some comment about "that wicked child" and glared up the stairs at Jenny. Her uncle wished her good night and sweet dreams and as she turned and headed back down the hall to the bedroom she had the satisfaction of hearing another outburst from her aunt about "that slut parading about the house nearly naked". She slipped between the sheets and was dozing off when the squeak of the door announced the return of her lover. He closed the door quietly and slipped into bed beside her. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his chest. "Do you think she knows?" "I think she's too angry to understand" he replied. "She'll be gone tomorrow anyway, and won't be around to bother you any more sweetie" he said, kissing her and putting his hand on the swell in her belly where their child was growing. Jenny's Dream Her uncle's tongue was busy licking Jenny's very wet and slippery pussy and she was nearing orgasm when her aunt entered the kitchen. Her legs were spread wide, her dress, unbuttoned at the top exposing her breasts, was bunched up around her waist, and her panties were lying in a heap on the floor. Her aunt's mouth was hanging open in horror as she stared at the scene in front of her. "JOHN! What in the name of Heaven is going on here?!! Girl, for God's sake cover your self! John, how COULD you?" Her voice took on an almost pleading tone mixed with anger and disgust. Her uncle stood up, his erect penis jutting through his fly, and turned to face his wife. "I'm just taking care of my niece Doris. Why don't you have a seat while we finish?" Her aunt's jaw dropped at the sight of her uncle's erection waving there in front of her and she stood there stunned for an instant before letting out a shriek, and grabbing a broom she made for Jenny. Her uncle quickly stepped between them and disarmed his wife before grabbing her and pinning her arms behind her. Doris struggled, but he was too strong for her. "Jenny sweetie, get me some rope from the drawer and help me tie her to the chair" Her aunt had begun to screech "WHAT are you DOING?!!" as Jenny hopped down from the counter and retrieved the rope. They secured her arms to the chair and left her sputtering there. Jenny knelt down and sucked her uncle's cock into her mouth and began to stroke it until it became fully engorged, Then, leaning over the table near her aunt she pulled up her dress to expose her bare bottom. "Fuck me uncle John and cum in my pussy, show auntie Doris how you got me pregnant with your big hard penis!" Her uncle moved behind her and shoved his fat prick into her cunt while her aunt stared dumbfounded at the sight of her husband as he pounded his cock into Jenny's pussy. Jenny began moaning and soon felt the warm flood of sticky cum filling her slit. She looked over at her aunt who, to her surprise, had a look of lust in her eyes. When her uncle withdrew his cock Doris began pleading for him to fuck her too, but Jenny told her in no uncertain terms that her uncle's cock belonged to her now. She stood up and moved over to stand in front of her aunt with her breasts bared and pulled up the front of her dress exposing her pregnant belly and naked pussy. "Why don't you lick my pussy auntie dear? You'll get to taste some of uncle John's sweet spermy cum." Her aunt tried to turn away but Jenny edged forward and thrust her crotch into her aunt's face. "Lick me auntie!" she demanded again and finally Doris gave in and began licking. She started hesitantly but soon she was nuzzling Jenny's pussy hungrily, sucking and licking her husband's cum mixed with Jenny's pussy juice from her cunt. Jenny made her continue till she came on her aunts face, now smeared with her juices..... Jenny sighed in her sleep and snuggled closer to her lover's body... Doris' Dream Doris had a hard time falling asleep on the sofa and she tossed and turned before finally dozing off... The school bell had rung and the students were all back in class. Doris was monitoring the hall when she noticed two students entering the girl's restroom. One was a girl and she was wearing a sheer nightgown through which Doris could clearly see her breasts, and she was followed by a boy! Doris hurried down the hall to the restroom door and entered. The girls restroom was large with stalls along one side and sinks on the other. Students often tried to smoke in the stall at the far end nearest the windows and she entered quietly expecting to catch the couple in it. As she turned the corner from the short entrance hall into the main room she heard the noise - a soft moaning or groaning combined with a muted rhythmic thumping. She stopped, listening and trying to make out which stall the noise was coming from, before advancing further. One of the stalls near the end seemed darker than it should and the door was slightly ajar. Doris approached to a point where she could peer into the crack and stiffed a gasp for inside was Joe, a senior, with his pants down around his ankles banging away with his dick embedded in the pussy of the girl with her nightgown pulled up and her panties down around her knees. Doris was dumbfounded at their blatant disregard for decency - how could they?!! As she stood there watching the boy's dick slide in and out while the girl moaned and urged her violator on, the door to the stall swung wide open and Joe leered out at her. "Ms Conway, you can be next." The girl turned her head to see who Joe was talking to and then told him keep doing it because "I'm almost there". The girl looked like Jenny which was confusing because Jenny wasn't a student at Madison. With a muffled shriek Doris fled back to the hall and ran to the teachers lounge. Pulling open the door she saw some forms on the couch and stopped, staring, and realized that the forms were Ms Belknap and Mr Grey and Ms Belknap's blouse was open and Mr Grey was on top of her sucking on one of her breasts while his dick was busy between her legs. "Oh George" she was moaning "Oh George, that feels so good! Give it to me!" George was married!! How could he?!! Somehow that fact was more disturbing to her than the fact they were having sex in the teacher's lounge... Doris backed out into the hall, aghast at what she had seen. She must go to the principles office and get some help she decided. She hurried down the hall to the office and rushed in. The office staff was busy with their usual tasks and paid no attention to her distressed state. As she made her way through the office she noticed that Joyce, the secretary, was wearing a see-through blouse and wasn't wearing a bra either so her nipples were clearly visible pressing against the sheer fabric. She had a strange look on her face and seemed to be gasping for breath, and glancing down Doris noticed the soles of a man's shoes were visible beneath her desk as if someone was kneeling under it. Hurrying on to the the principle Mr Black's office, she knocked and burst in without waiting for an acknowledgment. As the door closed and latched behind her Mr Black looked up. "What is it Ms Conway?" "Sex!" she blurted out "Fornication I mean. In the restroom, Joe and Jenny were doing it there!" "Ok, ok, calm down Doris. Calm down. Now just exactly what was going on in the restroom?" "It was Joe, and he had his pants down, and his thing, he had it in her, he was doing it to her, raping her, and she was smiling and telling him to keep doing it like she didn't care!!!" "Calm down Ms Conway, I can hardly understand what you're going on about. His 'thing'? What 'thing' are you talking about?" "You know, his thing, oh I can't say it, you know what I mean!" Mr Black stood up. "No I don't Ms Conway. What is this 'thing'? You have to be specific. Come over here Doris" Doris hesitated, "Why doesn't he understand me?" she thought. "Come here Ms Conway" Mr Black's voice was a command this time and she obeyed, walking over to him. "Now Doris, show me what you mean by 'thing'" "But...but Mr. Black!" she stuttered. "Unbuckle my pants Ms Conway." Stunned, Doris felt frozen. "Unbuckle my pants Doris!" This time she complied, reaching out and undoing the buckle, her hands shaking. "Now undo the zipper. That's it, now reach in there and see if you can find this 'thing' you're talking about." Reaching in to his open pants Doris felt a large lump in his underwear. "That's it, now pull it out so you can get a good look." She worked the underwear down over the lump and a rather large organ flopped out onto her hand. "Is that what you saw Ms Conway?" Doris nodded. "Now why don't you taste it. Keel down and suck on that 'thing'" Doris did as she was told, kneeling down she opened her mouth and began sucking hungrily on Mr Black's cock. It grew and lengthened as she sucked until it stood out at full attention. "So you like it Ms Conway?" Doris nodded. "Is this what those naughty children were doing?" She shook her head. "Then stand up and bend over my desk" he ordered. Again she complied with the order. "Now lift up your skirt" came the next command. "What are you going to do Mr Black?" She knew full well now that he intended to shove his hard cock into her cunt just the way that bad boy had done to the girl in the restroom. She was trembling with excitement, eager for her abuse to continue. "Now pull down your panties for me, that's right, and spread your legs." The cock entered her and began its rhythmic dance. She moaned and clutched at her breasts. Mr Black's hands were holding her bottom now, rocking her back and forth on his rigid pole. "Is this what those naughty children were doing Ms Conway?" "Yes" she squeaked. "Do you like it Ms Conway?" "No, of course not!" she started, but afraid the feeling would stop she continued "But don't stop Mr Black, please don't stop". As her fucking continued she looked up at the doorway and realized that all of the office staff was standing there looking on, watching as Mr Black rammed his dick in and out of her, watching and smiling, no, they were laughing, and there was Joe, and the girl in the nightgown, and Mr Grey and Ms Belknap with her blouse hanging open, and Joe was leering at her with his cock in his hand saying "I'm next Ms Conway, are you ready for it?" To her horror she found herself saying "Yes, yes, give it to me!".... She woke up in a sweat with her hand between her legs, her fingers wet with her own secretions. It was pitch black and she had no idea where she was. What on earth had she been dreaming about? Already the images were fading, but the horror of her dream still lingered. Slowly she realized she was in John's house on the sofa and it must be the middle of the night. Yawning, she pulled the cover tight around herself and closed her eyes again. Tomorrow she would leave this place and return to her comfortable apartment in the city. God, she couldn't wait.... All's Well that Ends Well Jenny and John woke before dawn, did chores together and were in the kitchen making breakfast by the time her aunt awoke. John helped her pack her car and fended off more outraged fussing about Jenny's underthings being found in the bedroom dresser. He told her that Jenny had been doing laundry and just needed a place to put her clothes while she visited. Doris retorted that decent girls didn't keep their private things in a man's bedroom and that the way Jenny was cooking and cleaning up after him was a wife's duty and if he didn't want the neighbors to gossip about him consorting with a child he had better find a respectable woman to take care of his domestic needs. She finally left, her car raising clouds of dust as it headed down the lane to the highway leaving Jenny and John alone at last. They had sex again on the sofa and napped together in quiet celebration of her departure. When Jenny graduated in December she moved in with her lover, and a baby boy was born a few months later. They named him John Jr. but called him by his middle name Bobby in public. But when Jenny became pregnant again a year later they decided to get legally married and flew to Vegas for a weekend of passionate sex after a short visit to a wedding chapel. It had taken Jenny's parents a while to get used to the idea that Jenny was living with her uncle, especially when they realized that the relationship was not platonic and that Jenny was actually sharing his bed, but the two were so relaxed together and such doting parents to their grandchild that they began to accept the situation. Some of the neighbors whispered about robbing the cradle and incest (even though he was only her uncle by marriage), but John and Jenny didn't mind and raised four healthy children together on their farm. The Perfect Fit A trickle of sweat ran between Justin's shoulder blades, his breaths wrenching from him as he barrelled through the bushland. His muscles strained beneath his grey jersey, his fingers tightening around the bars as he navigated the gravel track through the brush. He'd traded his Honda in for a Husaberg a month ago but because of all the shit going on with his girlfriend—ex-girlfriend now—he hadn't been able to give it a decent ride until today. A spur of the moment decision this morning had him throwing his camping gear in the truck and loading his motorbike on the trailer. Once he'd filled his travel mug with coffee, he'd taken off on the one hour drive to Avoca to make the most of his Saturday in the mountains. Now he'd given himself a good workout some of the tension had finally eased from his shoulders. The fresh air and the challenge of the rough countryside always helped him relax. Justin let out a laughing breath, the sound muffled by his full-faced helmet. He should have disappeared for some time to himself weeks ago. God knows Alicia had made him crave it. He rose slightly from his seat to tackle the oncoming hill. A branch scratched his shoulder, and rocks and ruts filled the track leading up into dense scrub. He feathered the clutch and maintained the throttle, alternating between watching the ground and checking his surroundings. He hadn't come across any kangaroos or other riders yet but it paid to keep an eye out just in case. He reached the apex, his heart pounding as he blew out a harsh breath. Justin sank onto the seat and forged ahead, loving the adrenaline rush that came along with the ride. He glanced to the left and noticed another track winding through the trees. His eyes flicked to the right and—fuuuck. A rider came out of nowhere. His stomach lurched. He braced himself. His body tensed and he braked just in time to avoid having his front wheel clipped. His heart felt like it was pounding in his throat. He watched the other rider turn in a sharp circle, kicking up dirt and leaves before coming to a skidding halt. Justin blew out a sigh and hit the kill switch. He removed his helmet and goggles, waiting while the other man did the same—only to find himself staring at a woman. The first spark of attraction hit him even as he was still trying to catch his breath. Justin exhaled hard and ran a gloved hand through his dark hair as he looked the woman over. Body armour protected her torso while black pants and boots covered her slim legs. Smudges of dirt marred her chin and upper lip; her green eyes were full of surprise as she stared back at him. "That was...really close," he said. "Are you all right?" Her shoulder-length blonde hair stuck to the perspiration on her cheek. She let out a shaky laugh and shoved it aside with the back of her hand. "Apart from almost having a heart attack, I'm fine. You?" He shared the feeling of relief he heard in her tone. "Yeah, I'm good." Justin listened for the sound of other engines but heard nothing. "Where's your group?" he asked. "You're not out by yourself are you?" Riders generally travelled in groups or at least with a partner. On any other day he would have done the same thing; going out alone meant potentially having to wait a long time for help if you suffered an injury. She sent him an amused look. "I don't see anyone with you." Justin flashed his dimples. "That's because I'm a man." She snorted as her gaze swept over him. "I'm guessing you're a man who can't keep up with little old me." She lifted her helmet and shoved it back on. As it lowered over her head he saw the playful glance she threw his way; it triggered a surprising surge of heat low in his belly. Before he even had the chance to ask her name she started her bike, gave him a wave with just the tips of her fingers, and sped away. Justin shook his head in wonder, his blue eyes following her movements. She'd taken their near-miss in stride, recovering quicker than he'd expected. She hadn't tried to shoulder the blame or lay it on him either, knowing it had merely been one of those unavoidable situations. He couldn't get the stupid grin off his face as he watched her weave through the eucalyptus trees. During the two year relationship he'd just ended, most of the problems he and Alicia had experienced had apparently been his fault. She'd alternated between turning her nose up at his love of riding and demanding he get rid of his bike. It eventually became just one of the many subjects they'd argued about and the bike finally won out over the woman. Over the past week he'd come to realise the decision had been for the best. Today he felt like congratulating himself all over again. Justin noticed the mystery blonde had already become a mere dot in the distance. He snapped from his thoughts and jammed his helmet back on. If he let her get too much of a head start he'd lose her for good. And something told him he shouldn't let this one get away. * * * * It was a full two hours later when they made it back to the small parking lot adjacent to the campground. No other vehicles had arrived in the time they'd been gone and his tent still stood alone beside the creek. It looked as if he'd have the place to himself tonight, which suited him just fine. The warm days and cool nights of early summer made it one of his favourite times of year. He cruised across the asphalt and glanced over his shoulder, giving his new riding companion a wave to indicate she should join him. She responded by sending him a hand signal he didn't understand. While he was still trying to figure out the meaning behind it, she rocketed down the road that led away from the mountains. "What the..." Justin assumed she'd hang around for a while once they got back to camp. He frowned as he watched her go, wondering if he'd somehow imagined the connection developing between them. After he caught up to her earlier, the lead had changed constantly for the remainder of the ride. He'd heard her whoops of laughter and felt the heat in the quick glances she'd thrown his way. The last couple of hours had almost felt like a strange kind of foreplay—for him at least. He jumped from his bike and wheeled it over to his tent. Justin tried to push her from his thoughts, but when he'd lowered the kickstand and dropped his helmet on the camp chair, he could still hear her engine echoing in the distance. He worked his gloves off and considered the idea of going after her, if only just to ask for her number so they could ride together again. Jesus. He scrubbed his hands down his face and laughed at himself. Enough of that crap. After he'd downed a bottle of Gatorade and taken a break for a while, Justin stripped down to his grey boxer briefs and wandered barefoot over to the creek. If there were no other campers around he always washed off the dirt of the day whenever he came here; it beat spending the rest of the weekend covered in a layer of sweat and dust. He climbed down the embankment, dodging twigs and rocks as he made his way to the water's edge. He stepped in, savouring the cool relief on his toes. Smooth pebbles pressed against the soles of his feet as he waded into the middle, heading to the spot where he knew the water level reached his upper thighs. His attention lingered on a dragonfly hovering over the surface. With no breeze blowing through the trees or bird sounds nearby, the stillness made him feel surprisingly alone. He sank into the water and ducked his head under, figuring the feeling would pass as soon as he settled in at camp and opened his first beer. Justin held his breath and raked his hands through his hair, washing the dirt from the back of his neck. He rubbed the stubble on his jaw where the dust always seemed to get caught after it snuck under his helmet. When he'd run out of air and places to clean, he pushed upwards until just his head and chest emerged from the water. A soft shuffling sound drew his attention. He glanced up at the embankment, expecting to see birds rifling through the leaf litter. What he actually found had him sucking in a breath. A now familiar pair of killer green eyes stared back at him from an amused, freshly-scrubbed face. "Lucky you surfaced," she said. "I was just about to jump in and give you mouth-to-mouth." She came back. The relief that travelled through him surprised him. Her blonde hair was damp and pulled it into a bun on top of her head. She'd changed into a red shoestring tank that hugged her breasts and a short khaki skirt that sat low on her hips. Justin gave her a wry smile. "Lucky me. Where'd you go?" he asked, already fairly sure of the answer. "I live in town," she said, confirming his suspicions. "I wanted to go get cleaned up and come back in my car. Didn't you see my hand signal?" "Yeah, I got it. That twirling motion followed by the finger jab made perfect sense." She planted her hands on her hips. Her eyes narrowed but he caught the gleam of humour in them. "What's your name, funny guy?" "Justin," he said. "What's yours?" "Hannah." It seemed strange continuing on the conversation while she stood up there and he remained partially submerged down here. He found the idea of her sliding in beside him appealing, but didn't like the chances of that since she'd obviously just showered. "Well, I'm coming out, Hannah, so you might want to turn away." She shook her head and smiled. "I don't think so. I never miss the chance to check out a naked man." Justin chuckled, enjoying the pleasure that zipped through him. He pushed off the rocky bottom and rose to a standing position, watching the way her gaze followed the trail of water that slid down his torso. Her attention lowered to his stomach, moving further to the soaked underwear clinging to him. She lingered just long enough to have his heart hammering before her eyes took a slow tour back up his body. "Holy hell," she said letting out a breathless laugh. "Um...wow." He shook his head and smiled at her reaction as he climbed up to the ledge to stand before her. There wasn't a lot he could say to that. She poked his abs and glanced up at him. "Underneath all that riding gear it's hard to tell...I mean I had a fair idea but—you're married, aren't you?" "No." He frowned, barely able to focus on her words while her fingers were trailing across his stomach. "What made you ask that?" "You're mildly funny, you're physically fit and you ride almost as well as me. You're too good to be true. Are you...into women?" Justin let out an amused breath and clasped her chin with his damp fingers. "Only one right now." He locked eyes with her and brushed his thumb over her jawline, sweeping just beneath her lower lip. "Want me to show you how much?" "I'm still..." Her tongue darted out to moisten her lower lip. "I'm still making up my mind about that. Probably." He couldn't take his eyes off her. His stomach tensed beneath her exploring hand and a shiver passed over him at the softness of her touch. "Probably what?" "Probably I'm going to want parts of you inside parts of me." Just when he'd started to get into the moment, laughter erupted from him. He gazed down at her, feeling the sudden urge to plant a smacking kiss on her mouth, haul her over his shoulder and take her back to his tent. He'd never felt such an easy slide into...this before. Everything between them came so naturally. "You be sure to let me know when you decide, okay." "All right," she said, biting back a smile, "but just...please go put some clothes on because I can't think when you're standing here like this." * * * * Justin leaned against a towering eucalyptus tree and took a sip from his beer. He'd thrown a black tank top and grey athletic shorts on after his dip in the creek. Now, hours later, when night had settled in and they'd long since finished dinner, he stood watching Hannah toast marshmallows by the campfire. With the darkness behind her and the glow of the fire in front, the flickering flames created appealing shadows on her face. She nibbled her lip as she examined her work. The movement drew his attention to her mouth. He hadn't so much as kissed her yet but the lack of physical contact only served to increase the heat building between them. The glances they'd shared and the innuendo in their conversations told him she knew exactly where this was headed. The fact that she'd chosen to remain here with him after dinner gave him hope she might decide to stay the night. Hannah pushed up from her crouched position and walked toward him holding the stick. He enjoyed a few moments caught up in the subtle sway of her hips and the soft bounce of her breasts before she stopped in front of him. Her brows lifted as she looked him over. "Want some?" she asked. "I bet these go great with beer." Justin smiled at the humour in her voice and deposited his half-empty bottle on the ground. He slipped the first marshmallow off the end of the stick. "I bet they go better with you," he said. "Oh, you think so?" She gave him a challenging look, her eyes twinkling in invitation. "Uh huh." He broke the marshmallow in half to get to the gooey middle. Her mouth opened slightly in readiness. Rather than push the piece inside he rubbed it across her full lower lip, leaving a sticky pink trail that glistened in moonlight. Her eyes never left him as he took the twig from her hand. Justin dropped it beside him with the remainder of the marshmallow. He pulled her against him, and while he still had her attention, he slowly, softly, flicked the tip of his tongue over her lip. She sighed and flattened her palms against his stomach. "Again," she said in a breathy voice. He smiled and cupped her face in his hands, brushing his thumbs over her cheeks. He waited while her eyes closed, then drew her lip between his and sucked on her tender flesh, savouring the sugary sweetness. God, she tasted good. She pressed closer and the soft weight of her breasts settled against his chest. She must have used some kind of vanilla body wash earlier because he could smell the warmth of it combined with the smoky heat of the campfire. He released her lip and watched as her eyes opened. She leaned back and took a steadying breath, her tongue poking out to touch the spot he'd just sucked. "I'm not trying to frighten you away or anything," she said, "but the first time I saw you today it was like I just felt this...click...and now...now you've kissed me—" Justin gave her a half-smile. "More clicking?" He knew what she meant. He'd felt enough of it himself; it made him happy knowing it hadn't all been one-sided. Her responding laugh sounded like one of relief. "Yes!" "So...now what?" he asked. "Now..." Her mouth twitched. She met his eyes and her almost-smile turned into a grin. "Now I just want you to click the hell out of me." He'd never felt the urges to laugh and groan at the same time before now. Justin stared at her for one long, drawn-out moment, then growled and grabbed her upper arms to drag her against him. He pressed his mouth to hers, cradling her head in one hand while the other slid down her spine to settle on the curve of her hip. Hannah let out a soft sound of pleasure and kissed him back, her tongue sweeping over his. Her hands slipped beneath his tank top seeking out skin, her palms warm as they smoothed over the muscles of his back. He shivered and thrust his tongue against hers. The feel of her, the smell of her...now he finally had his hands on her he could barely control himself. Her arms tightened around him, her hips pressing closer. She rubbed herself against his erection and moaned. Justin clasped the back of her neck, keeping her close with the clutch of his fingers. He heard the whimper that came from her and groaned inwardly at the sound. He hadn't felt this neediness in so long; the newness, the quick fall into clothes-tearing urgency. He wanted her under him, naked, with the still of the night surrounding them. His hands moved to her face, cupping the sides of her head. He stroked his palms over her hair then pulled at the clip holding her bun together, watching as the blonde strands loosened and tumbled to her shoulders. He threw the clip aside and sank his fingers into her hair, holding her close as he continued working on her mouth. Long moments later, he slipped one of her tank top straps down her arm while he kissed her, the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips like silk. Hannah arched against him and flicked her tongue over his. He pushed the other strap over her shoulder and tucked his fingers in the neckline, using both hands to push her tank top and bra beneath her breasts. Justin pulled his mouth from hers, dragging in a breath while he took in the view. A deep ache lay beneath the lust as his gaze roamed over her. Her nipples were puckered in the cool night air, her flesh full and firm. The way she looked up at him had him letting the breath out in a rush. "Hannah, if you had any idea how much..." He tried to laugh but it came out more like a tortured sound. "I do," she said softly. "Touch me." Justin cupped one of her breasts, watching as her eyes drifted closed. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb, her answering sigh encouraging an intense craving inside him. His free hand slipped over her ribs to close around her other breast. He lifted and massaged her flesh, moulding it beneath his palms. He thumbed her nipples, watching as her teeth bit into her lower lip to stifle a moan. Justin groaned and bent his head to sweep the tip of his tongue over her lip. Hannah let out a muffled cry and pressed her mouth fully to his. She grabbed the hem of his tank top, breaking the kiss just long enough to tug it over his head and toss it aside. Her mouth claimed his again and her arms wrapped around his neck. She pushed against him, showing him with her body what she couldn't currently tell him in words. He moved his hands to her waist to steady himself. Her bare breasts plastered against his chest, the sensual feel of her sending his pulse tripping. His fingers dug into her hips and he poured everything he had into the kiss. Their tongues intertwined and she made soft little sounds of urgency that pushed his self-control to breaking point. He wanted—needed—to be inside her; the way her hips ground against his told him she longed for the same thing. His mouth remained connected with hers while he walked her backwards to his folding camp chair. Hannah slipped her hands between their bodies, dipping them inside the elastic waistband of his shorts. His hunger for her only grew more intense. He knew the exact moment she discovered he wore no underwear because she let out a laughing moan against his lips, then her fingers wrapped around him and it was his turn to groan. She used her other hand to push his shorts down and expose his cock. He felt her warm hand against his skin, caressing the hard length of him with tender, exploratory touches. Justin swore silently at the pleasure the simple caresses gave him. He pressed his tongue to hers and clasped her breast, working her nipple between forefinger and thumb. They spent the next few moments teasing and arousing each other, until Hannah finally dragged her mouth from his and said in a breathless voice, "I want you inside me so much." She pressed her lips to his again for another long kiss then pulled away. "But first there's just something else I have to do." Before he could wonder what she had in mind, Hannah shoved his shorts so they dropped to his ankles. She gave him a gentle push, a smile lifting the corner of her mouth as he fell into the chair. Justin clasped the canvas arms and watched as she sank to her knees before him on the dusty ground. He drank in the erotic vision of her, breasts bared, lips swollen from their kisses, eyes shining in the dim light. He'd never known need like this before. The Perfect Fit She pushed his thighs apart and leaned in close. He tucked his feet against the base of the chair, his gaze remaining on her as she took his hard shaft in hand. Her mouth descended and he felt the sudden sensation of a warm, damp tongue. Justin tipped his head back, letting out a harsh breath as relief travelled through him. He hadn't experienced this in so long—months probably—and had almost forgotten what it felt like. Hannah kissed the tip of his cock then gave it one long lap with her tongue. His heart thundered; he bent his head to watch her, completely immersed in the view. Her heated breath whispered over him as she moved further down his shaft. She tongued his balls, circling the sensitive globes with slow, wet licks as her hand smoothed up and down his shaft. Justin shuddered at the touch, his fingers tightening around the arms of the chair. He felt as well as heard the moan that came from her. When she finally returned to the head of his cock to take him into her mouth, the groan that left him was guttural. He held back the initial impulse to start thrusting and tried to relax into the chair. He kept his attention on her, releasing a controlled breath as her mouth slid down the length of him. Fuck. He could barely stand it but he wanted more, so much more. Her lips glided back up to the top and she let out a long moan as she plunged again, taking him almost all the way in. His hands sank into her hair, cupping the sides of her head. He sighed as he watched her, noticing her eyes never strayed from his cock. She gave all her attention to the job at hand, working him over thoroughly with her warm, welcoming mouth. He found that even more erotic than the meshing of gazes he'd experienced with women in the past. Her touch made him feel like exploding, he wanted to thrust his cock between her lips until he spilled his cum on her tongue. The soft moans that came from her just pushed him closer to the edge. She continued sliding her mouth up and down his length, circling the head with her tongue, caressing his balls with her free hand. Just as he'd reached the point where he was about ready to come, Hannah let him pop from her mouth with a wet smacking sound and stood up before him. Justin groaned at the sudden loss and looked up at her. Her hair was all rumpled and her lips puffy from the attention she'd given his cock. He saw the smile she tried to keep contained. "Hannah..." He wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a couple of slow pumps, desperate for her to finish what she'd started. "Come back. I'm dying here." "Sorry." Her smile grew wider. "My knees were hurting; I just need to sit down for a while." She turned her back to him and set her feet shoulder width apart. Her fingers clasped the hem of her skirt, lifting the back to reveal a tight, tanned ass with a distinct lack of underwear. "Do you have anywhere I can park this?" she asked, tossing him a look over her shoulder. He chuckled, he couldn't help himself. The expression on her face, the invitation in her tone, it all took away the frustration he'd felt only seconds ago. "Yeah, just back up and I'll find somewhere you can sit." Hannah let out a huff of laughter. "I've always loved a resourceful man." She took a step backwards so she was straddling his thighs. Justin smiled and smoothed his palms over her bare skin, taking a few moments to appreciate the view. Goosebumps followed in the wake of his touch and arousal dampened her inner thighs. He slipped his hand between her legs and groaned at his discovery. So wet. A soft breath came from her, her hips pushing back further in offering. He dipped two fingers inside her, sinking into her slick warmth. The breath she let out this time wasn't so quiet. His mouth twitched at her reaction. He plunged further, feeling the quick shudder that ran through her. His cock pointed straight up, desperate for entry. He held back, gliding his fingers in and out of her until her hips lowered to deepen his touch. When her sighs turned to moans and her legs began to tremble, he clasped her thigh to steady her and massaged her clit with the moist tips of his fingers. Hannah jerked and cried out. Her palm clutched the back of the hand he'd rested on her thigh. She circled her hips, pressing down against the slippery glide of his fingers. "Justin...my God...I'm gonna come." He leaned forward and kissed the smooth cheek of her ass, then took his hand from between her legs. She let out a low wail of protest, pushing back against him. Her desperation had him torn between laughing at the humour in the situation and groaning at her need. He gripped her hip and pulled her toward him, guiding his cock inside her with one quick thrust. Sudden heat enveloped him as she sat on his lap, fully impaled. The feel of her snug warmth clouded his other senses and he barely heard the long, raspy moan that tore from her. "If you...if you stop again, Justin, I'll have to hurt you," she said breathlessly. "I don't want to, but I will." He chuckled and resumed his attention on her clit, giving her vigorous rubs that had her jerking as he leaned back and thrust inside her. Justin used his other hand to reach across her body and grip her breast. "I should be the one punishing you for hiding the fact you weren't wearing panties." His gaze travelled over her as he filled her with his cock; the view stole his breath. Hannah's legs were spread wide either side of his thighs, her bare breasts glowing from the heat of the crackling fire. Smoke floated around their bodies, the night beyond creating a solid wall of darkness around them. She turned her head and pleaded with her eyes for him to kiss her. Her mouth dropped open as she drew in air. Justin smiled and pressed his lips to hers, continuing the firm side-to-side massaging motion on her clit. Her tongue searched out his, her soft moans building into helpless whimpers. Her arms lifted, her hands cupping the back of his neck to keep his lips locked with hers. He felt her tremble beneath his moving fingers. Her muscles tightened around his cock. Justin thrust harder, rubbed faster. She let out quick breaths through her nose while she kissed him. The sudden plunge of her tongue coincided with the lifting of her legs. Pleasure took hold. Her body jolted, her knees pressing together above his thighs. She let out a moan and writhed on his cock. Her hips pushed down. Her mouth turned greedy and took control. He felt the tremor that passed through her. When she finally pulsed around him and pulled her lips from his to release a strangled cry, he almost lost it too. Justin moved his damp hand from between her legs and clasped her hip. He pushed her down to meet his hammering thrusts. She leaned her head against his shoulder, letting out little moans that drove him crazy. "I want it," Hannah said, gasping. "Your cum...Inside me...Now." Justin swore. He pressed his mouth to her throat as he plunged into her. His breaths were harsh, his stomach tight with exertion. He clenched his eyes shut and held her hips down. He gripped her hard, thrusting a couple more times. It built inside him, just out of reach, then—fucking...fuck—he came inside her, his cum spurting into her, his hips jerking with a force that left him shaking. He heard her cry out. Justin groaned and slowed his thrusts, giving a few shallow pumps as he emptied himself completely in her wet warmth. He leaned his head back and dragged in air. Jesus. His heart pounded. His hands still clasped her bare flesh. He stared up at the stars, barely able to catch his breath. Hannah pulled her arms from around his neck and smoothed her fingers over the backs of his hands, turning her face toward him. He lifted his head and placed a soft kiss on her lips, then fell against the backrest. "We nearly broke the chair," she said, filling the silence. He gave a husky laugh. "I heard it creaking. I didn't know if it was going to hold out." Hannah tugged her bra and tank top up to cover her breasts. "I think we got lucky...in more ways than one. Maybe next time we should go make ourselves comfortable in the tent." Justin smiled and tilted her chin up with his fingers. He pressed his mouth to hers for a deep, thorough kiss. "You're staying the night?" he asked when he finally pulled away. "Mmmm." She rubbed her lips together and smiled. "Yep. I want to take advantage of you as much as I can, then kick your ass on the bikes again tomorrow." Justin chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, giving her a squeeze. He rested his chin on the top of her head and stared into the fire's hypnotising flames. Thinking back to his relationship with Alicia, he realised now that everything with her had been difficult from the beginning. With the benefit of hindsight he knew that should have set off alarm bells for him, but he hadn't been paying enough attention at the time. He'd also never expected it to turn into a long-term relationship. Now, here with Hannah, it all felt different. Relaxed. Easy. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, wondering whether he might have finally been fortunate enough to find his perfect fit.