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The Vault

By: su2sexi



The day started off as usual, but it was going to be a 'special' delivery that day! On every Wednesday the security truck brings to the bank all the money needed to make it through the daily ins & outs of banking. I've had the responsibility of making sure the Vault was fully stocked over the years. Just recently the Security Company had changed drivers. Well, all I can say is they made one hell of a good choice as this man made my heart race like none ever before him. 

He was a fine looking young lad, with brownish sandy hair, gorgeous green eyes and stood about 6'1. He had a great personality, which is what drew me to him. He had been making delivers to the bank for about 6 months, in which we had many conversations just getting to know each other. The best part was we actually had a lot in common. I remember one conversation that revolved around my favorite sport, football. I even found out that he liked the same teams that I also enjoyed. After many of these conversations I felt like we had connected on a personal level, well enough for me to decide to finally make my move. Hmm...how much fun could we have being surrounded by tons of cold hard cash?

I woke up that morning, which happened to be Wednesday and went through the normal daily routine of getting ready for work: shower, hair, make-up etc...but something inside myself was telling me that today was going to be different. I took my normal drive to work, which is only about 10 minutes and the entire time I couldn't stop thinking about this man...he had me captivated. Once arriving at work, I began loading up the teller cash drawers and my supervisor approached me. She asked me to be very careful since the security truck was going to be arriving shortly with about 1/2 million dollars....Oh if she only knew my plans for all that cash.

It was getting extremely hot in the lobby area of the bank. I sure in the hell didn't want to be sweating all day long, therefore I turned down the A/C to around 69, and not ever realizing how damn cold the metal of the Vault door might feel later. Within the hour, the truck arrived and I felt like a little child on Christmas waiting for a big surprise. My heart was furiously racing waiting in anticipation for him to make his way into the bank. I watched out the front window of the bank as he loaded up the dolly cart with all the moneybags and slowly made his way inside the bank towards the Vault. We greeted each other with the usual "Hello, how are you?" and exchanged great big wonderful smiles with each other. I informed the tellers that since there was so much money that it could take a bit longer than usual. As I closed the huge metal door behind us, the coldness of the door sent chills up and down my spine.

I wanted to test the waters to see if he wanted to have a bit of fun, so I removed my suit jacket, knowing full well that my nipples were so damn erect from the coldness that they could cut glass. I had worn my pin striped suit jacket and skirt outfit just for this occasion. Under the jacket, he found a lovely sheer white blouse with the first 2 buttons undone with just enough cleavage for a sneak peek and more than plenty for arousal purposes. I kept monitoring his package, which was making me a bit nervous, well actually very nervous. All this time I was worried 'what if it goes off unexpectedly or too early'? I did the only thing that crossed my mind...... I knelt down and slowly removed his package...Yes; I removed the gun out of his holster in fear that if things got hot n heavy I certainly did not want any accidents.

As I stood back up, he slowly moved up behind me while pressing me against the cold metal Vault door with bars. God, he had the most amazing hands as he reached around and fondled my breasts, while lightly pinching my nipples. I knew at this point that things were going to proceed all the way and there was no turning back. He kept licking and sucking on my ears and neck, before spinning me around to carefully unbutton the rest of my blouse. Damn, he worked me over to the point I thought I would cum before the real action started. Whew... and when he lifted my skirt and laid me back, well lets just say the man knew exactly how to nibble on a cookie and he certainly savors the flavor quite well. I thought I was going to rip the bars off the door, he was driving me that crazy!! I could tell he was more than ready, so I gently gave him a luscious wet kiss on the lips. I winked at him and then gave him my sultry raised eyebrow look before kissing my way down his 'treasure trail' leading me again to drop to my knees. This time I removed the "real" package. I was hoping not to disappoint while sucking on his balls and tonguing his shaft. I grabbed his ass while thrusting his cock into my mouth while devouring it whole moving up and down....round and round. I wanted to bring him to the point of total ecstasy without losing complete control or becoming too loud. I know when he worked me over with all the moans, groans and whimpers coming out, I am really surprised that no one came to check on me to make sure I was okay. As we moved through the playful stuff...it was time to receive that special delivery that I had been waiting for all morning.

We decided to cut the straps to the cash bags and began to throw the cash around like two kids in a sandbox... money was everywhere... 1/2 million in cold hard cash! Luckily for me there were no metal paperclips to deal with, just the thought of possible papercuts since the money was brand new from the Reserve Bank. We were very careful, as we did not want to draw attention to the Vault area. Things started out very nice as he gave me a few "taps" on my ass and then slowly made his way around to the front and began to furiously finger me. 

Oh God, I couldn't resist him any longer; I wanted him and right that minute! We were at each other like two crazed animals in heat. Bouncing all over the floor covered in cash in every possible position known to man. He was absolutely incredible and certainly knew exactly how to please a woman. We went from him bending me over the table full of coin bags thrusting so hard that I thought my legs were going to buckle under the waves of ecstasy running through my body. We then moved on to the floor while I rode him like a bucking bronco. I loved every minute of me being in control, as I slowly slid up and down his shaft all the way to the top and then inserting on the way down. He most definitely was enjoying it by the huge grin on his face. It was time to grind and bring us to the point of ruptured bliss. 

I loved that his hands were on my hips helping me...wow, what can I say....I was having the time of my life.......whoa!!! It truly was absolutely amazing!! We both came so hard together that I swear I saw stars. I couldn't believe the sensation that my body was feeling at that moment. It was unbelievable...botta bing, botta boom!!! I thought my body and legs would never be able to recover from the shakes. My legs quivered all day long..., as it was such a nice reminder of what had occurred in the Vault earlier.

The Vault



Meghan was on her hands and knees having her butt spanked by Mr. Hardgrove's hands in the vault of the club. The vault was the third stage in the game. The vault was a dark room with black velvet curtains hanging down from the ceiling. The vault had only five men, as naked as she was.

Mr. Hardgrove spread Meghan's pussy lips wide open with his fingers and he instructed one of the men to insert one finger, then two fingers, then three fingers and finally four fingers deep within her cunt. When the man had done so, he let another man take his place and when that man was done inserting his fingers into Meghan's cunt yet another man took his place and did the same.

Two men stood looking at Meghan squirming as her pussy was being invaded by the fingers. Meghan longed to have her butt spanked again.

"I want to get spanked again." she said to Mr. Hardgrove.

"Don't worry it will be spanked again." Mr. Hardgrove said as he went to the door of the vault and let the three men that had stuck their fingers into Meghan's cunt exit out of the vault. 

The two men who were observing Meghan's pussy invasion stayed in the vault with Mr. Hardgrove. One of the men came over to Meghan and coaxed his cock into Meghan's mouth.

"Open up and say AHHHHHH," he said.

The other man came over to Meghan, who was still on her hands and knees, and he sunk the whole length of his cock all the way to his balls into Meghan's cunt. Mr. Hardgrove started to spank Meghan's butt again with his hands as the guy whose cock was in her mouth started to pump her mouth and the guy whose cock was in her cunt started to pump it in and out of her up to his balls.

"You like that, right?" Mr. Hardgrove asked her as he stopped spanking her butt suddenly and he held his cock and spurted his cum on her butt.

"Oooooh yeah!" Meghan exclaimed as the guy with his cock in her mouth came in her mouth and she promptly swallowed his cum.

The guy with his cock all the way up to his balls in her cunt started pumping Meghan's cunt harder this time as his balls slapped up against her butt. He pulled his cock out of her cunt completely.

"Get on your back with your legs up." he commanded.

Meghan got on her back and raised her legs. Mr. Hardgrove started to rub his cock with both of his hands watching Megahn's gaping cunt hole.

"Oooooh. Yeah. I love to look at your stretched out cunt!" he exclaimed as he shot a wad of cum up in a trajectory in the air.

The two other men in the vault each took one of Meghan's nipples and began to lick and suck on them, lavishing lots of tongue action encircling her areolas.

"I want all of you to fuck my pussy realy good!" Meghan begged the men as they started to position their cocks at the opening of her cunt hole.

"You heard her. She wants all three of our cocks in her cunt. Let's do it!" Mr. Hardgrove said as he drove his cock deep and hard into Meghan's pussy. The two other cocks followed shortly thereafter as the three cocks stretched Meghan's pussy to its maximum as all three cocks found a place up deep inside her pussy. Then the three men took turns plunging their cocks deep inside her. When one cock had gone all the way inside of her, touching the opening of her cervix, then another cock would do the same as the first cock pulled out of her pussy only to re-plunge deep inside as the third cock would then go half-way in her pussy then pull out then plunge all the way deep inside her pussy until it hit her cervical opening.

On and on the men continued to fuck Meghan's pussy until she climaxed by squirting her orgasm all over the men. Then they took turns licking her pussy and delving their fingers inside her pussy too.

"Oooooooh. That was so fucking good, guys!" Meghan exclaimed as the men continued to take turns licking her pussy.

Mr. Hardgrove helped Meghan up when the other two men had satiated themselves at licking her pussy.

"I think you are ready for the next stage. It is called the step." Mr. Hardgrove said.

"What does it involve?" Meghan asked.

"It involves hanging upside down. Do you think you can handle that?" Mr. Hardgrove asked her.

"I'm not sure. Why don't we try it a bit first." Meghan replied.

Mr. Hardgrove got a metal bar with attachments for Meghan's feet. He secured the metal bar at the top of the doorway of the vault.

"All you have to do is hang upside down totally nude. Try it." Mr. Hardgrove encouraged her.

Meghan attached her feet to the metal bar and hung upside down. Mr. Hardgrove came over to her and started slurping at her pussy.

"You taste even better upside down." he commented as he continued to lick and suck at her pussy delving a few fingers into Meghan's cunt as well.

"Oooooh, I think I'm going to cum upside down!" Meghan warned before a stream of pussy juice flowed up out of her pussy and slid down to her underarms. Mr. Hardgrove followed the stream of juice with his tongue and stopped when he got to Meghan's underarms.

"You have the nicest nipples you know that." Mr. Hardgrove commented as he started rolling both of Meghan's nipples between the index finger and thumb of both his hands.

"Don't stop." Meghan encouraged Mr. Hardgrove to continue playing with her nipples.

Mr. Hardgrove took out his cock and placed it at the entrance of Meghan's mouth.

"While you are upside down, do you mind sucking my cock. You've got me hard again." Mr Hardgrove admitted, honestly.

When Meghan had finished sucking Mr. Hardgrove, he helped her down as she made her way to the dressing room anticipating the next stage of the game, the step. 



The Vault



Author's note: This is quite a long story, and as a result it takes some time to get to the 'good bits' (the sex). As with most of my submissions I have tried to make it a complete story, which involves plot, characters and a good amount of sex. It is a romance; so don't expect anything too kinky. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it. All feedback is greatly appreciated -- BB1212

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The Alarm.

It's four fifteen on a Friday afternoon, and I'm in my office, trying to get through the paperwork in my in tray before the weekend. I never really wanted to be a bank manager, but here I am, sitting in the chair and doing the job to the best of my ability.

It's strange really, the way life drags you kicking and screaming off in an entirely different direction than the one you had planned. 

The alarm screams, shaking me from my thoughts. I look around in panic, trying to remember which one it is. Fire alarm I decide, and the sprinklers turn on just in time to confirm my suspicions. I rush from my office, still taking the time to carefully lock the door behind me. The vault is not yet sealed, and as the most fireproof place on the twenty-first floor I don't want to lock it until I know every person is safely out.

There's panic outside, in the main office. Men and women screaming and rushing at the doors, jamming them tight in their selfish struggle to make sure they are the one who gets out first.

"STOP!" I cry, and because my voice is the one they are used to taking commands from, they at least pause and look at me. "Slowly out the door in an orderly fashion," I say, a little quieter, trying hard to remember the script from the fire drills. "Do not use the lifts, but check the stairwell for smoke and heat before using it." The familiar instructions seem to calm them. "This might just be a surprise drill," I say, knowing full well that on a Friday afternoon it can't be, "So go down the stairs in an orderly fashion, and don't run." At least the exit to the doorway is less crowded now, as the people behind, who were pushing have slowed down to listen, and the pushing has stopped. I watch and supervise as the office staff leave, their smart business clothes saturated from the sprinklers, their hair wet and water dripping down countless pairs of glasses.

Finally the main office is cleared, but the alarm is still screaming as I check all the other offices, all the toilets and even all the cupboards that are big enough to hold a person. It is dim, the power has gone off and the emergency lighting has come on. The floor is empty now, and I think about the vault. I could seal it now, but then it won't open again until Monday morning, and I still have another floor to check. I lock the main doors behind me, and walk down the deserted stairs to the twentieth floor, second from the top, and the rest of my branch. I can hear the bustle, the strained voices and the hurried footsteps way below me as people rush for the exits. On the landing, halfway down a woman is sitting, just holding her foot with her face contorted in pain.

"What happened?" I ask. It would be silly to ask if she is OK, she obviously isn't.

"Someone pushed me and I fell, then someone stepped on my ankle." I nod.

"I have to check the next floor below," I explain, "but I will come back for you when I'm finished." She looks frightened.

"Promise?" she asks, her eyes pleading.

"Promise," I say putting my hand on her shoulder reassuringly. She is shivering. I leave quickly, there is still work to do and she is just going to make it harder for me to get out, so now I have to do it faster.

The floor below is deserted, but two of the teller's stations have not been sealed, and the cash drawers are open. It looks like someone has taken some cash. Sighing I find the camera in the supervisors drawer, and I hurriedly photograph the stations before closing them and sealing them. Everything else is in order, and once again I lock up as I go around. My head is aching from the screaming alarm, and my suit is sodden, and it clings unfashionably to my body. I look out of the window in one office, trying to see what the situation is and I gasp in surprise. The road below is packed with fire engines, police, ambulances and people. I see my building reflected in the glass sides of the building in front of me, and the fire is massive. At least four floors have flames billowing from the windows, and there is only a gap of three or four more to where I stand. I stare momentarily, and for the first time I wonder if I am going to survive. I have to remind myself not to panic and run, as I lock the doors and head back out to the stairwell. Smoke billows from the door when I open it, and I take a deep breath and go through, heading up as I promised. The woman is in a heap as I approach, and I think she is unconscious, but then she turns to me with obvious relief.

"I thought..." she starts to say, but I pick her up quickly and put her over my shoulder, still holding my breath. I have no impression of weight; the adrenalin in my system handles the load with ease. I pause, up or down I wonder, but the smoke from below is thickening as I watch. If it were safe to go down there, then there would be firemen here by now I decide, and I head up. The safest place for us is the roof. From there we can be rescued by helicopter. The woman is gripping my arm firmly, almost painfully, but she stays quiet, seemingly she trusts my judgement. I just hope I live up to that trust. The smoke is getting worse, and I cough, as I finally have to breathe in. We pass the twenty-first floor door and head up one more flight to where the ladder is that will take us to the roof. I gently place the woman onto the ground as I search for the rope in the dim light. I pull the rope firmly, to bring the ladder down, but it doesn't budge. Damn, I curse inwardly, the maintenance people are supposed to make sure this works OK. I pull again harder, and then harder again. The woman is coughing weakly, and watching nervously as she realises what the problem is. Finally the rope breaks at the top. We now have no way to get onto the roof. Thinking quickly I take off my suit coat, and then my tie and shirt. I tear an eighty-dollar shirt in half and wrap half around the woman's face so the damp cloth can filter the smoke. I do the same to myself with the other half and then pick her up again. As we head down I can see the red glow of the fire, it is in the stairwell. There is only one hope now, and I rush to the door to my floor. I unlock the main doors to the bank, but fall as we go through. At leastt the air in here is still clear. I gasp for air as the woman kicks the door shut behind us with her good foot.

"We're going to die, aren't we?" she asks weakly, sounding more resigned to her fate than worried about it.

"Not if I can help it," I gasp, and I struggle back to my feet. She shakes her head and points, and my eyes follow to look out of the window at the end of the corridor. The fire has come up at least one floor, and it seems to be growing. I nod.

"The safest place in the building now is the vault," I say, and hold my hands to her.

"Really?" I can see she doesn't want false hope, and I think she has been somehow let down in the past.

"Really," I say positively. She looks at me curiously.

"And just how do you expect to break into a bank vault before the fire gets to this floor?" 

"I'm the manager," I explain, and she looks surprised. I'm used to that, I'm thirty-eight, but people still think I'm in my twenties. I keep fit and I just have a young face. "I haven't locked it yet, in case I couldn't get everyone out." We can feel the heat radiating off the door and smoke is seeping through the door. She holds her hands up, and I take them and pull her upright. She winces as she gingerly puts her weight on her sore foot.

"Then what are we doing out here?" she asks, with a glimmer of hope.

Into the Vault.

I can see her starting to panic as I pull the massive door shut behind us.

"Can we just leave it open a bit?" she asks nervously.

"The door is only fireproof when it is shut," I tell her gently.

"Is it airtight?" At least she is asking logical questions.

"Yes," I say, "and we have enough air in here to last six people for about four days." She nods, and I turn the wheel, sealing us in this room until half past eight on Monday morning. I hit the alarm button, now they will know we are in here. We unwind the tattered shirt from our faces, breathing the clean air with relief. Even the fire alarm is quiet now, with just a slight buzz and a small flashing red light in the roof of the vault to indicate that the building may be burning down around us. The woman is looking around. The room is small, maybe half the size of my office, and each wall has shelving attached with a couple of rows of locked heavy duty drawers and shelves with big bundles of cash just stacked on them. The space left in between is going to be just big enough for the two of us to lie down head to head when we have to sleep. For now we sit, one at each end of the vault and just look around, trying to avoid looking at each other. It is very dark in the vault, with just the alarm indicator and one emergency light on. It was already on when we came in. 

"How much...?"

"Fourteen and a half million, give or take a hundred thousand," I reply.

"How did you know I was going to ask that?" she asks accusingly.

"Everyone does," I answer simply. "What's your name? I'm Don." I finally look at her, and see she is already looking at me. She turns away quickly, as if she has been caught doing something wrong. For the first time I actually really look at her, and that is amazing. I've carried this woman up stairs and through the building, and if I hadn't looked now I would not have been able to describe her. She has medium length wavy brown hair, and is wearing a blue business jacket with a matching knee length skirt and a white blouse buttoned up to the top. She's quite small in build, and the well tailored jacket hides her figure well. I guess she would be approaching thirty years old, but she shows no sign of the extra weight that many women carry at that age. She turns back to me and her face is nice, her features are well defined without being sharp. Her lips pout slightly, but that looks more cute than off-putting.

"Felicity," she says, looking at me almost defiantly. Then she takes a deep breath. "Thank you," she says quietly, "everyone else left me for dead." She shudders as she realizes how accurate those words are, and her head drops, the fire in her eyes is gone. But I saw it burn, and I know it is in her.

"How's the foot?" I ask, and she looks at it.

"It doesn't feel like it's broken," she says, staring at the foot in question, "I'll just have to keep off it for a couple of days." I seize the opportunity.

"That won't be a problem," I say quickly. Maybe it was too quickly I think, as she looks back at me suspiciously.

"Why?"

"The door's on a timer," I explain, "no matter what happens now it won't unlock until Monday morning." Her head comes up.

"You have got to be joking," she growls, the words spaced out for emphasis.

"Sorry, no." I try to sound apologetic, but she starts shouting.

"You lured me in here, and locked me in so you could..."

"Save your life," I shout over her. "What would you prefer, to be locked in here for a couple of days with a sore foot, or to be a charred body out there that can only be identified by dental records?" In the dim light I see her head drop again and I wait. Two minutes, maybe three.

"You're right," she says quietly, "I'm sorry I got upset, it's just that I..."

"Don't worry, I understand," I say, and I do. My ex wife is the suspicious type. She was suspicious if I stayed late at work. She was suspicious if a tradesman even glanced in her direction. She was so suspicious that once she had called the police to get rid of a stalker, and the stalker had actually been a sales rep that had parked outside our house to eat his lunch, because we had the tree with the best shade. I decide to lay it on the line. "I can promise you that getting us in here was an absolute last resort, and the only reason I used it was so that we would both live."

"OK."

"I have absolutely no intention of taking advantage of you, I'm only just out of a very nasty divorce and the last thing I need now is more complication."

"OK, I'm sorry..." 

Felicity's voice trails off as the lights go out. Both the emergency lighting and the alarm.

"Oh, shit," I say, without thinking.

"What?" her voice is on the edge of panic again.

"The fire is here, on this floor, and it's bad."

"Can we survive?" her voice is croaky. I think for a moment, and decide not to hide anything.

"Yes," I reply, "the vault can survive any normal building fire, but it's going to get damn hot in here."

"Oh."

"We'll have clean air and I can arrange some lighting."

"Thank God."

"But," I say, "if the building collapses and the vault falls twenty one floors then we will most likely be killed." She is silent, and I wait.

"Suddenly?" she finally asks, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Yes."

"We won't be cooked alive in here or die from lack of oxygen?"

"No."

"OK, then lets turn on the lights." She sounds much better, and I hope the crisis has now passed. I'm at the end of the vault where the door is, so I reach across in the dark and find the big drawer on the bottom shelf. I pull it out, knowing that it is one of the few drawers in here that is always left unlocked, and I reach in to take out one of the large plastic bags. It's a re-sealable bag, and I open it and thrust my hand inside. After feeling around I find a bundle of tubes, and I take one out. Remembering how to use it I first shake the tube and then bend it, to break the small glass vial inside. The chemicals mix and it starts glowing. The light is a green colour. At first it is very dim, but even then Felicity sighs with relief, and as time passes it gets brighter. I stand up and put the tube in the small hooks in the centre of the roof.

"Let there be light," I say cheerfully, turning back around.

"And there is," Felicity replies. I take another plastic bag from the drawer and hand it to her.

"This is a survival kit," I say. "There's six in there, so we have plenty of everything." She opens it.

"Glow sticks," she says, taking out a tube.

"Just one at a time I suggest," I say. "You..."

"Shake then bend," Felicity says. "I've used them before." She puts the glow sticks on a shelf where they will easy to reach, and takes out another package. "Dried, concentrated food," she says, smiling, and I nod. She's pretty when she smiles, and her nose wrinkles up at the end. "Only one at time, they are very filling." I'm surprised, and wonder how she knows this, but I just return her smile. We need things to be happy about right now. She takes out a vacuum packed parcel, not much bigger than a magazine. "Blanket?" 

"Uh huh."

"Privacy or warmth?"

"There's six packs," I remind her, and her smile grows.

"Both," she says triumphantly, and I nod. She squeals with delight. "Toilet paper, is there a toilet in here?"

"No," I reply apologetically. "The side of the shelf folds across there," I indicate the shelf next to her, "and that makes a bar we can sit on." Her forehead wrinkles in either disgust or concern, it's hard to tell in the dim green glow. "There are more bags in there, so we just clip them into the frame, do our business and then seal the bags."

"Urgh, primitive," she groans.

"Functional."

"Why am I next to the toilet?" she asks, and I think she is teasing, but I am not sure.

"Want to swap?" 

"Maybe later." She reaches back into the bag. "Pillow?"

"Yep."

"No water?"

"There," I say, pointing at a small tap half way between us. "There are cups too, and a first aid kit."

"Well equipped," she says cheerfully, and she wipes her forehead. I nod, its been getting hotter for some time.

"Well enough to survive," I say. The walls of the vault are now noticeably hot and I reach into the shelf and take out a bundle of small denomination notes.

"Where's the shop, can I have an ice cream?" Felicity asks. I smile and shake my head, but I separate the notes as well as possible and throw them on the floor. She looks amused, and finally asks, "what are you doing?" as I do it again.

"The walls are going to be very hot soon, so we make an insulated place to sit in the middle of the room." She nods, and holds her hand out. I hand her a wad of cash. How to impress a lady, I think, hand her a huge wad of money just hours after you meet, or is it minutes? I check my watch. Five eighteen. Not even one hour.

The fire.

It's hot. Damn hot, I think, borrowing a line from Robin Williams. We've moved away from the walls, and are sitting a carefully modest distance apart in the middle of the vault on what is most likely many hundreds of thousands of dollars. We are both sweating profusely now, and we drink water just to have it pour back out of us and trickle into the cash. We can't touch any of the metal without scalding ourselves, and I think this is what the preacher should have used to describe hell when I was a boy.

"I can't stand it any more," Felicity says, and she unbuttons her jacket and peels the wet garment off. The wet is sweat, our clothes had mostly dried after the soaking the sprinklers gave them, but then we started perspiring. Her blouse is wet too, and quite transparent now, so I look away quickly as I clearly see her plain white bra. I'm still only wearing my pants, shoes, socks and underwear, but this is too much in this heat. I take off my shoes as she takes off hers, and my socks come off as her stockings do. As far as striptease goes it is about as erotic as watching a truck dive down the road. We look at each other, eyes carefully high, and we nod together.

I pour water onto the halves of my shirt and hand one to Felicity. I'm glad I'm a man, because I only have my boxers on now, where she has her bra and briefs. We wipe the wet cloth on our skin, feeling a sweet, but far too brief, relief from the heat. We sweat from the heat, but we both are also pretending not to be listening for structural failure, not to be tensely waiting for the first movement that signals our twenty-one floor plummet to our deaths. I have to admit that during this time I do take the opportunity to look at Felicity, and as a last look at a woman goes I could do a lot worse. She's on the short side, but her proportions are perfect. Her hips are slim but feminine, her chest is somewhere between ample and large. I can't see any fat at all, and she has the well-toned body of a gym junkie. We sweat in silence, only moving to drink or to wipe our bodies. There isn't enough energy left to talk. Inside the oven I try to picture the scene outside. Through the thick walls we don't hear the roar of the flames, we don't hear the sirens, we don't hear the water from the fire trucks boiling and turning into steam as it hits the flames. I think of my office, and the oil painting on the wall. It was an original, a picture of the Australian bush, and a reminder of where I grew up. But it can be replaced, it all can be replaced, the only things that can't are in here. Felicity and me, just two totally irreplaceable fragile humans. Once we're gone that's it. I wonder who would miss me. My mother, of course. Some of my friends and some of my staff too. If they survived. But I don't want to worry about that now, I hope they all got down before the fire got into the stairwell, but there's nothing I can do about that now. I did everything by the book; I just have to trust that the book was right. It takes a while, a long while, but finally the heat seems to drop slightly. Felicity notices too, and looks at me, her eyes asking the question. I nod, and she gives me a faint smile of relief.




The Vault



"It will be a while," I croak, my throat is very dry, "before it cools down totally, maybe a day or even more." She nods. Its OK she seems to say, we've got through the worst of it.

"Toilet?" she asks, her voice also rough, and I nod. I feel the need too, so I go and set it up, gingerly touching the metal parts and feeling the still intense heat radiating off the walls.

I wrap a blanket around the bar and fit a bag.

"Careful," I say, and then I look away. I can succeed in not looking, but it is much harder to not listen. Unfortunately my I pod was in my desk drawer, next to my cell phone. 

"OK," Felicity says, and I turn back and smile reassuringly. Then I take my turn, and she looks at the door. 

"Do you have a cell phone?" I ask after I have settled back into the nest of cash. 

"It was in my bag," she says, "I don't know where that went." I nod. I don't know if we would have had reception in here anyway.

"Dinner?" I ask, suddenly hungry and she nods. We eat the tiny serve, and wash it down with warm water and wait for the sensation of fullness that we know is coming. It is dull and tasteless.

"What," Felicity asks, "will be the first food you get when we get out of here?" I smile; this is the right thing to do, look forward.

"I'd say I'm going to need something spicy, maybe Thai. How about you?" 

"Thai would be good, or Indian, maybe a really good curry." My mouth is watering.

"Or something really big, like a steak."

"Yeah." We talk mostly about who we are and where we grew up until we are both yawning, and then we decide that when the next stick runs out we will leave it dark and get some sleep. It is still far too hot to put any clothes back on, but by now we aren't embarrassed any more. We throw more money onto the pile and carve out our little areas to sleep, almost head to head in the middle of the vault. The vault, our saviour, our protector, but still our captor.

Getting to Know.

I'm disoriented when I wake up. I'm hot and uncomfortable; my bed is damp and hard. It is black, pitch black and there's no light at all anywhere. I reach out and touch warm metal, and then it comes back to me. I'm in the vault, with Felicity. I sit up carefully, and feel around for my watch. Its eight thirty, I've slept far longer than normal, but then again I had a much more tiring day than normal too.

"Can you light a stick?" Felicity's voice asks.

"Yeah," I say and find them where I left them. The faint light is good; it reassures and drives back the lurking feelings of panic. Felicity looks how I feel, and I need to lighten the mood. "Do you know," I say, wondering if I'm just going to put my foot in it, "that you are only the second woman that I have ever shared a room with overnight?" She giggles, and blushes. It looks weird in the green light.

"Don't look," she says, and makes for the toilet. I wonder if I've worried her, I hope not. Our morning ablutions done we look at each other again. The walls of the vault are still too hot to lean against, so we sit cross legged where we slept. I imagine the glowing embers piled up around the vault, the last remains of what was once the third strongest performing branch in the state. We sit and look at each other, still just in our underwear.

"Hows the foot?" I ask.

"Still throbbing, and its pretty swollen."

"Do you want me to bandage it?" She smiles.

"Would you?" I get a bandage from the first aid kit and wonder how to do this without seeming to be too forward. Felicity throws her coat over her lap and puts her foot on my leg. Perfect, I think, and I carefully start to wrap the bandage. She whimpers a couple of times as I do it, but doesn't pull away. I try not to look too far up her leg, but I think I do.

"Is that true?" she asks.

"What?"

"You haven't spent the night with anyone but your wife?"

"Yeah, she was my first ever real girlfriend, and we got married while we were in college."

"Me too."

"What?"

"I was twenty when I married Andrew, and I've never been with anyone else." Her leg distracts me. The bandage is done, and I've clipped it up, but I don't want to stop touching her. Felicity's leg is smooth and firm, and my hand rubs her calf muscle gently. I realise, and pull back, but she sighs. "That was nice and relaxing," she says. "Don't stop." So I rub her calf some more.

"How old are you?" I ask.

"Thirty-four," she says, to my surprise. "Too old for a youngster like you." I'm embarrassed.

"I'm thirty-eight," I tell her, "but I didn't mean..."

"You're not."

"I am."

"Really?"

"Bank manager's honour."

"You don't look it."

"And you look much younger than thirty-four." She smiles.

"Lots of people say that."

"It's true." I try not to look at her legs, but the coat has fallen away and there is a glimpse of white underwear now. It's more erotic than when she was wearing less, and my body starts to react. 

"What's the matter?" she asks, as I wriggle away.

"I... um, you... uh..." I can't think of anything to say, but she blushes again and folds her leg back to her side.

"Why are you so fit?" she asks.

"I ride a bike," I say. "And I race."

"Wow, I ride too." I smile, and wonder what she looks like in her riding gear. "Do you shave, or wax or something?" 

"I do my legs," I say, "but for the rest I'm just not that hairy."

"Andrew was hairy," she says. "But he usually wouldn't let me see."

"But what about when you... uh..."

"He was a lights out sort of guy, and often a pyjamas on one too."

"You're kidding."

"No, why?"

"Louise was a lights out sort of girl, and she wore a lot more to bed than you are wearing now."

"That's weird."

"What?"

"That both of them are so alike."

"Yeah, you want breakfast?" We eat some more survival food. If it had any taste it might be called something else, but all this is good for is keeping us alive. It could be a lot worse; we could be out there. I'm worried again. How many died? How many of the people I was responsible for won't ever be eating anything again?

The day progresses slowly. We take to having two sticks going at once, so one runs out while the other is half done. That way we aren't left fumbling in the dark and we also appreciate the brighter light. There are plenty of sticks in the packs. 

Felicity is a financial analyst who was only in the office for one day to assist with the integration of a new software program being used to control our international trading. Any other day, and she wouldn't have had to go through the terror of the fire, the pain of the injury and the torment of being locked in the vault with me for a whole weekend.

"What?" I ask, my thoughts prompting me, "would you be doing for the weekend if this hadn't happened?" She thinks for a while, and that's fine, we're in no hurry.

"I'd ride for three to four hours today, just let the wind clear my head," she says eventually, "then maybe sit in front of the TV and watch a movie tonight. Tomorrow would be pretty much the same."

"What?" I say. "No nightclubs, no dates?" I'm surprised; I think she is too good looking to not have a boyfriend or two around. She smiles coyly.

"I'm a bit over the dating thing, after my marriage I need some single time where I can do exactly what I want, does that sound selfish?" Now it's my turn to smile.

"I know exactly what you mean, I haven't gone out for an evening for months now."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"You must have lots of girls chasing you."

"I was just thinking the same about you."

"Girls?"

"No, boys." I'm glad she has a sense of humour.

Eventually its lunchtime, and we try to put some clothes back on, but its still too hot and we take them off again. I think we've got to the point now where we aren't to worried about being in our underwear any more anyway.

Getting hotter.

It's halfway through the afternoon and I'm cursing the people who designed the emergency packs. There is nothing in them to entertain us at all. A deck of cards, a miniature game kit or something would have helped enormously to fill in the time. Even just some paper and a pen would have given us something to do. We sit, just looking at each other, and it feels like hours since we spoke.

"Your wife, what was she like? Did she enjoy sex?" It's a very personal question, but we've run out of ones that aren't.

"No," I admit, still sore from my failure as a husband and a man. "She would put up with it occasionally, but she made it pretty clear that it was only as a favour for me, and she usually wanted something as a reward." Felicity nods.

"Did you go to other girls?"

"No, I couldn't bring myself to do that, I took my vows seriously."

"So you, uh, took care of yourself?" Wow. This is really getting intimate, and I wonder what to say. I eventually decide on honesty.

"Sometimes." I say, with my head down.

"Me too," Felicity says, her voice so soft I only just catch the words. I look at her in amazement. I'm about to say I don't understand her having to masturbate when she speaks again, her voice still quiet, and now very uncertain. "Could you... um... show me?" I stare at her in shock. Did she just ask what I thought she did? "You don't have to, but I've only ever seen one man before, and never more than a glimpse."

"Wow." I'm stunned, but then her face crumples.

"I'm sorry," she says, "I shouldn't have done that. Its just if we die in here I wanted to actually see..."

"It's OK," I say automatically. She looks like she's going to cry, and I don't want that. I breathe in deeply. "What exactly do you want?" Now she looks hopeful.

"I don't want to touch you or anything, I just want to see your..."

"Cock?"

"Yes, I want to see your cock," her voice is a little surer now that she's said it. "I want you to play with yourself and I want to see you cum." She sounds much more confidant. "Please?" I think, and I think about what I've missed out on in my life.

"OK," I say, and she smiles, "But only if you do too."

"What?"

"I'm the same," I say truthfully, "I've never actually seen a woman cum, I'd like to."

"Oh." She sounds disappointed.

"It's only fair." There's another long gap while she considers.

"You won't laugh?"

"Why on earth would I laugh?"

"I don't know." She stares at me. "No touching?"

"No."

"OK." My cock is hard already; the conversation has been having its effect. "You first," she says, and then she leans forward, bringing her head close to me. I can't believe I've agreed to do this. I'm about to masturbate in front of this woman. I'm about to do the most private thing a man can do in front of a virtual stranger.

"Say nothing?" I ask, concerned about the professional repercussions if this gets out.

"Our secret," she says with anticipation. "Now show me."

I stand up, and my boxers immediately give away my excitement. Felicity gasps, and her eyes widen. This gives me the confidence I need to slowly pull the boxers down. My hands tremble with nervousness as the elastic pulls the head of my cock down and the shaft is slowly exposed. Felicity watches intently. The elastic stretches further and further, until finally my cock springs free, and Felicity jumps and giggles.

"That's huge," she says, and I smile. There probably isn't a man on earth who wouldn't appreciate that reaction from an attractive woman. Well straight men anyway. My cock is pointing straight up, and Felicity moves closer. I wonder if she's going to touch it, and what I will do if she does, but she stops so close I can almost feel her breath on it. I wait again, but I'm not sure what for. Felicity moves around, getting different angles of view, and after a while she looks up hopefully. My hand moves, and strokes my cock gently. She watches while I slowly work my hand around the head, and then I form the all too familiar ring of thumb and fingers, and I begin to pump slowly up and down the shaft.

"What feels the best?" she asks, watching closely.

"Around here," I say, running my finger around the line where the head meets the shaft, "and here." Now I stroke my finger up the vein from the head to the balls and back.

"So why don't you just touch there?" The questions are good; they are distracting me from the reality of what I'm doing.

"It's all part of the build up, and you don't want to touch the real sensitive areas too soon," I say and she nods. I build up the speed gradually, trying hard not to cum too soon. Felicity is distracting me badly. I'm looking down into her bra, and I'm trying hard not to think about what it would be like to touch her breasts. 

"How long does it take?"

"It varies, but today it won't be long."

"Why?" I gulp. I had hoped she wouldn't ask that, but again I respond honestly.

"It's been a long time since I, um, did this," I explain, "and I am very stimulated."

"By me?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Yes." She looks up and smiles. I stroke faster and faster, feeling the pressure grow, and now some pre cum appears.

"Is that cum?" she asks, excited.

"Not yet," I gasp, my hand now moving as fast as I can go. I feel the cum rising, and realise my cock is aimed straight at her face. I cum as I twist away, the first blast hitting her hair and about five more that follow shooting past her and landing in our cash bedding. I drop to the floor, gasping for breath as Felicity looks at me, her eyes sparkling in the green light.

"That was awesome," she says, "thanks." I don't know why I deserve thanks, but I nod.

One good turn.

It's later, how many minutes I don't know and I really don't care. My breath is back to normal, and my cock has shrunk back to its flaccid state. Felicity has watched this with obvious fascination. I finally pull my boxers back up. We are kneeling in the money, facing each other.

"Your turn," I say, with anticipation, and I can see her going through all the nervous issues I had. I wonder if she'll go through with it.

"I promised, didn't I?" she asks, almost reluctantly.

"Yes," I say simply. If she asks me to let her off I will, I decide, but I won't offer. I really want to see this. She shrugs and seems to make up her mind. Silently she points at her bra, and I nod eagerly.

"Yes please," I say, and she puts her hands behind her and within moments the straps spring with release, and she brings her hands forward and the bra drops to the floor. "Superb," I say huskily, and she is. Her breasts are very firm, and they hardly drop without the support. More than a handful, I think, and less than two. Perfect. Her nipples are erect, firm cylinders pointing at me. I move closer, staring. I can't help but compare with my ex, and there is no competition. Louise was a bigger girl. Not huge mind you, just bigger. But she didn't exercise, and her whole body sort of drooped. I didn't mind, but she did, and because she was so self-conscious she didn't let me see her naked at all if she could avoid it. Felicity is embarrassed by showing herself to me, but not by her body, and she carries herself proudly. It makes all the difference. I stare and Felicity waits. I think she is happy to put off the next bit, but finally I move back. The temptation to touch is almost overwhelming, but I promised, so I move away from the temptation. Felicity lies on her back, hooks her thumbs into the waistband, and slowly peels down her last item of clothing. The triangle is almost immediately visible. A light covering of hair that is just enough to add some mystery to the contours of her mound underneath. I move closer, and I can smell her sex, her excitement. I suddenly realise that when I was masturbating, it wasn't just something that she observed scientifically. It actually turned her on. She is horny. Now she is naked, but her legs are still together, and she looks nervously at me.

"Show me," I say gently, and her right hand slowly moves to her pussy. I move even closer, and watch her fingers press through her hair to touch the top of her pussy, where the slit finishes. She moans softly, and I wonder what noises I made. I have no idea. I wait for her fingers to move down, but they don't. They make little circles sometimes smaller, and sometimes bigger, but almost always centred in the same place. "Where does it feel good?" I ask, and her fingers show me.

"Right here, on the clit," she says. "But it has to be very gentle at first." I can't see her clit clearly, her fingers are in the way, but in the dim green light I can see that something is there.

Now I have to change a light stick, and in the short time that takes I can see that things have changed. Her legs are relaxing, her knees are now parted slightly, and I can see further down her pussy.

"Do you finger yourself?" I ask, my voice croaky with excitement.

"Sometimes," she pants, her fingers moving faster, "but I don't have to." Now her fingers are flat, and she is rubbing them up and down in long strokes instead of using the fingertips. The hair around her pussy hole is glistening with moisture, and the moans and the smell of her excitement are both getting stronger. Her left hand occasionally tweaks her left nipple, and it is now even firmer than it was before. She still has her feet together, but her knees are way apart, and I have a full view of her pussy. Felicity's hips are moving, circular motions with some pelvic thrusts upwards. Her eyes are almost closed and her breasts are moving with the motion of her hips. I wonder how they would move if I was making love to her, and I try to avoid that image. My cock is back to fully erect, but she hasn't noticed that. Her moans crescendo with a gasp as her body spasms, her muscles going rigid and then relaxing over and over. I am surprised by how long her orgasm is. It fades slowly, and she eventually relaxes, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

"Wow," I say finally and she smiles and nods. 

"Wow," she agrees. I wait until she has recovered, and watch as she self-consciously puts her underwear back on. We look at each other nervously, wondering how this has changed the situation.

"I feel," I say with a hint of mischief, "like we are kids back at school behind the shelter shed." She grins.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours?"

"Exactly." We are silent for a moment, and then she giggles. I laugh too and we look at each other and burst into gales of uncontrollable laughter. We laugh until we cry, falling down in the money bed. It wasn't really that funny, but we need to relax, we now know it will be all right. We did something incredibly daring, and we got away with it.

Back to reality.

I'm worried. We've calmed down now, and stopped laughing, but its clear that we can't go back to where we were before. I still want to avoid any commitment, you know, once bitten twice shy. I really enjoyed watching Felicity masturbate, and I got an incredibly wicked feeling when I did it in front of her, but I don't want it leading to feelings of attachment. I look at her differently now, I see the sexual woman, not the victim of circumstances who was thrown in here against her will. I wonder if her view of me has changed in the same way? 

"I'm not in love with you, you know," Felicity says, and I stare.

"Was it that obvious?" 

"You're worried about something and so am I. Is it so unlikely that it could be the same thing?"

"Oh, I... uh..." I hate it when I'm lost for words.

"What we just did was educational as far as I'm concerned," she says happily. "In all those years of marriage I never saw Andrew's penis up that close, and I never saw him cum either. If he did while I was there it was always the same, put me on my back, jump in without preparation and hump for a few minutes in the missionary position until he grunted and it was all over. I never even started to get excited." I smile.

"Louise was the same. I got to try a couple of positions, but she would never do the work, she would just lie there and put up with it. Sometimes she told me off for taking too long, but it's hard for a man to er, get there, when the woman is so disinterested."




The Vault



"You know what we should do?" Felicity says, giggling.

"What?"

"Introduce them, I think they deserve each other." I smile.

"Well they do sound well matched."

"It would be double diet vanilla," she says happily.

"Uh, what?"

"One of the girls at the office is into some really kinky things, and she told me that those people call plain, normal sex 'vanilla'."

"Really?"

"Yes, so my Andrew and your Louise would have sex every six months or so..."

"Only on their birthdays..."

"In the dark..."

"With neck to knee pyjamas on, just undone where absolutely necessary..." We're laughing again, both picturing the same thing, and then I lose my smile.

"What's the matter?" she asks.

"I just worked out that I'm vanilla too, what have I ever done sexually that is at all unusual?"

"You just masturbated in front of a stranger, in a sealed bank vault, isn't that kinky?"

"I don't know, is it?"

"I think so."

"I suppose." She's quiet for a while, and then we have a late dinner. We aren't hungry, but it seems right to keep the same patterns that we have on the outside. The food is bland, vanilla. My life is bland, vanilla.

"I wanted to be a professional racer," I say, my thoughts tumbling out without warning. "You know, all the distance events, and particularly the Tour de France." Felicity does not laugh; she just looks at me seriously.

"So why didn't you?"

"Parents," I say sadly, "They wanted me to have a real 'respectable' job."

"Like a bank manager." 

"Yeah, but at first being a teller was enough."

"And then?"

"I was hit by a car while training one weekend, and copped some bad internal injuries. It took almost a year to get back on a bike, and in that time I got married and then my weekends were spent making the house into what she wanted."

"And now?"

"Too late, too old, too busy too..."

"Many excuses," Felicity interrupts. "Do you ride the mountain at all?" she asks, referring to an arduous hill climb that many serious cyclists use as the ultimate training.

"I do sometimes." I say. "Maybe four or five times a year?"

"Me too."

"Really?" I hadn't realised she was so serious about riding.

"Really." There's a determination about Felicity now that I haven't seen before. "There's a pairs race up in a couple of months, want to enter?"

"Us?"

"Yes. We train together once or twice a week, and we do the race as a team. Nothing else, are you up for it?" I try to come up with some excuse, but the truth is that I really like the idea. Why am I always wondering if I should hide the truth from her?

"Yeah," I say, and she smiles broadly, "Why the hell not?"

Just for a change we've swapped ends. Felicity is sitting nearer to the door and I'm sitting nearer to the back wall. It's still a green-lit room, which is full of money. But I'm still totally vanilla on the inside. The phrase was new to me, but it described me perfectly.

"I need to be more adventurous," I mutter to myself.

"How?" Felicity asks. She looks worried about me.

"I didn't mean you to hear that, I'm just thinking."

"That whole vanilla thing really got you didn't it?" She's observant; I'll give her that.

"Yeah," I sigh, "it did."

"So how can you be more adventurous? You did cum in front of me, and watch me cum in front of you." She's blushing again.

"Yeah, I know," I say, my mouth heading off without waiting for my brain. "But pulling myself off is something I've done a heap of times before. Its not like I got you off or you got me off is it?"

"Oh... is that what you want?" she sounds scared.

"No," I say quickly. "It was just an example." We're quiet for a while. I have got used to long silences in the vault.

"I'd like that," Felicity says finally, and I get worried.

"What?"

"I'd like to, uh pull you off."

"Oh."

"Just my hands, no kissing or anything, just to learn more about men and how they feel." She giggles softly, while my cock starts to harden again.

The next level.

I'm lying on my back in the money, and Felicity is pulling my boxers down. I don't know how we've got to this point, but her hands are soft, and they feel good on my skin. It's been far too long since I felt a woman's touch, and almost forever since it was a caring touch. We've promised each other faithfully that this is just a mechanical thing, a lesson in anatomy, so that we both can catch up on some lost time. I don't remember which one of us suggested it, but after I cum I am going to make her cum too. I jump as her warm and soft hand touches my cock softly. She giggles. 

"It's soft."

"It's as hard as it's ever been," I reply, a bit indignantly.

"No, I mean the skin is soft," she says. "And warm." Her hand moves down to my balls, and she gently grips them, first one and then the other. "They feel funny." I just smile. Now she runs her hand back up and plays with the head of my cock. Her fingernail gently traces the base of the head as I showed her, and then she rubs the hole. I jump each time she tries something new, and she looks concerned.

"Its good," I say truthfully. It feels good, but so far it's just touching, just foreplay. Felicity is kneeling beside me, and she cups my balls with her left hand and starts to work my shaft with the right.

"Oh, yeah," I say, and she smiles. I'm looking at her white covered breasts, bouncing gently as she strokes me, and she must see this.

"Should I take my bra off, will that help you to cum?" I nod, my tongue tied by desire. She reaches behind and unhooks it, this time with just one hand while she still plays with my cock with the other. Maybe the vault did fall twenty-one floors? Maybe I am dead, and this is heaven? Her hand is going faster now, and her breasts are bouncing even more, her nipples showing she is excited about this too.

"Grip harder," I moan, and her hand clenches tighter. Even Felicity's long and slender fingers do not reach around far enough to meet her thumb, so she is turning her hand all the time to give contact to the whole cock. It feels great. My hips buck gently in time with her motions, and my hand reaches up to squeeze her breast. I didn't tell it to, it went all of it's own accord. She slows for a moment as I grasp her, and then she continues. Her skin is so soft and warm, and her nipple is firm and squeezable.

"Gently," she whispers, as her hand pumps my cock, her thumb pressing the vein as it goes. It feel the moment is near.

"Gonna... cum..." I moan, and she smiles and just strokes me faster, moving her head closer. I finally erupt, and it feels like it started at my toes, fingertips and the top of my head and just tore through my body and out of my cock. My body tenses and bucks as the first squirt of cum hits the top of the vault, the second does too and then they start to fall short. I spasm for longer than I ever have before, and once it is done I feel totally drained. I see cum spattered all over my body, all over Felicity and all over the vault.

"Wow," Felicity says. She looks and sounds stunned.

"That was sensational," I gasp, and then lie back and try to relax. Felicity wets one of the rags that was my shirt and cleans up. She wipes me, she wipes herself and then she gets the obvious bits clinging to the vault. When she has finished she looks at me, and takes off her underpants, this time with anticipation rather than nervous reluctance. As they join her bra on the floor she gives me a gentle kick.

"Move over," she says, "it's my turn, and it had better be at least close to that good." I roll away and she lies down, so I stand up. Suddenly I'm struck with panic. I don't know what to do here, I'm still gasping for breath after one of the best sexual experiences of my life, and there's a very attractive girl, naked in front of me, who is waiting for me to return the privilege. And I don't know how.

"What's the matter?" Felicity asks, with an element of impatience.

"I don't know what to do," I say, embarrassed at having to admit it, but relieved that I actually can. She smiles.

"You and your wife never...?"

"No, sex was just something she had to put up with occasionally," I reply. I know I'm blushing.

"OK, kneel next to me," she says. "You're right handed aren't you?"

"Yes."

"On this side if you're going to play with my breasts," Felicity says, indicating her right side. "And on this side if you're going to, er... use your finger." After I came just minutes ago I would have sworn that it would take days for me to get hard again, but just thinking about that possibility is getting me up again. I think for a moment, and move to her right side.

"I'll start here and maybe change later?" I say hopefully. She giggles.

"That sounds good." I'm trying hard not to get infatuated with this girl, but it's difficult. She's gorgeous, she's clever, she's got a great sense of humour and she's so sexually interesting, and interested. "OK," she says, "first take a bit of a look, and see what you are working with." I move closer and stare at her pussy. The hair is now mostly small damp coils, and I look through it. Her pussy lips are neat little mounds, swelling out slightly, and they rise up to a small lump maybe half the size of a pea that I assume is her clitoris. Her legs are still together, and I can't see the opening of her pussy yet. "Touch it," she says, her voice trembling, and I know this is also very hard for her. I gently brush the curls aside and she moans softly. I pull the lips apart, and see the hairless valley between them. Softly I run a finger down her slit, and she moves her legs apart to give me better access. I feel the heat of her opening, and she squirms as I brush against it. Resisting the temptation to push into her I trace her valley back up and I pull the very top open, making the little button stand out more. I rub a finger on it and she jumps. "Gently," she says huskily, and I pull back nervously. "Now," she says, "rub in little circles around the clit, but don't touch it yet." I do this and she squirms under my touch. I never really believed that a woman could be a truly sexual creature. I thought that men needed it and women allowed it, but Felicity looks like she actually wants and enjoys this. After a while she starts to moan softly at each movement, and I start to experiment with length, pressure and placement of my strokes. Her moans tell me if she likes what I am doing, and I change what I do to the things that get the best response. It is maybe ten minutes before I realize that I'm just using one hand, and my left hand moves to her right breast. "Very tender," she moans, so I clasp the flesh as gently as possible. It is almost impossibly smooth, and I delicately flick the erect nipple, making her squeal. My right fingers continue to manipulate her pussy as my left hand starts to slowly knead her breast. Occasionally my finger brushes her clit, and now she moans with pleasure as this happens, so I start to do it more, but still only every ten to fifteen strokes. My knees are quite sore from kneeling, and my cock feels like it's going to explode; it's been hard for a long time now. 

"Uh, what next?" I ask.

"Don't stop," Felicity says through clenched teeth, and I increase my pace a bit. She responds well, but I have no idea if this can make her cum. My left hand is now alternating between her breasts, kneading gently and teasing the nipples enough to maintain their hardness. "That's good," she whispers, "now harder and faster." As I do this I see her pussy lips have opened up and the lower hair is quite wet now. I give her breasts a final squeeze, and I change sides without breaking contact with my right hand. She moans again as I press into her clit as I move. Then I run a couple of fingers from my left hand down her slit to her hot pussy entrance. She groans loudly. 

"Can I...?" I ask nervously, not wanting to overstep her boundaries.

"Fuck yes," she moans, her language momentarily shocking me. I push a finger at her opening, and feel it stretch to let me inside. It is very, very hot, and very, very tight. We both moan as my finger slips inside her. "So long," she moans, "so good too." I pick up the pace again, my right fingers kneading her clit and my left finger pumping in and out of her hot wet pussy. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she's moaning, almost chanting. I add a second finger to the one in her pussy, and she screams in pleasure. I'm sweating a lot, and my muscles are cramping, but I continue my two-point assault on Felicity's body.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she's almost shouting now, her hips are bucking as I probe her, and then she shouts aloud in ecstasy, her body thrusting up and convulsing. I can feel her pussy clamping on my fingers as she cums.

"That was fantastic," Felicity finally gasps, maybe ten minutes later, and I'm glad I was able to return the favour properly. It's after ten now, and we are both exhausted, and panting heavily. The second light stick goes out, plunging us into darkness, and I move to light another.

"Don't bother," she says, "let's sleep."

"OK."

We use the toilet in the dark and settle into our respective positions in our soggy, sex stained nest.

Insomnia.

I can't sleep... I'm still naked, and I assume Felicity is too; neither of us got a chance to find our clothes before the light went out... Although my erection is not as firm now, it is still there, making lying on my stomach impossible... I roll around restlessly, my mind always going back to Felicity and her perfect body, no matter what I try to think about to distract myself... She does not want to get involved with me or any other man; I know that, because she has made that perfectly clear. But I can't help wondering about us not just cycling, but also spending nights together, exploring each other in detail.... I resolve to stop the sex games now. If this goes any further I won't be able to walk away on Monday morning without having my heart torn out of my chest... I'm half way between awake and asleep, lost in that weird place of semi reality... I float above my body, watching it writhe, and I feel like I am drunk or high... The strain of the last day is finally getting to me, and although I am sort of asleep it is not peaceful or resting at all... When I open my eyes there's nothing, just the oppressive absolute darkness... I check my watch; the small light behind the display is a lifeline to sanity. It's four ten in the morning, and I curse silently... My tenuous grip on reality is stopping me from remembering what time I last looked at my watch, but it wouldn't be any more than fifteen minutes ago, and I'm sure I have looked at the little display at least every half hour since we decided to sleep... I roll over again, and I bump against something in the dark. It's not the shelving, that is hard steel and this is warm flesh... Four twenty eight... It's Felicity; the warm thing next to me is Felicity. Unless this is just my mind unravelling further... My cock is hard again, and it is pressed against her ass. The stiff shaft resting in her ass crack as if it were designed to go there... She wriggles against me, or was that me wriggling against her? I don't know... Her scents fill my senses, sweat, sex and real woman... A tiger, she is a ravenous tiger... The darkness presses in, my eyes are useless, open wide, but seeing nothing... My arm is around her body, holding her tightly to me, my hand cups a breast, not squeezing, just holding... I think it is later, but I can't look at my watch without letting go of this captivating woman... My cock is between her legs; the top is almost scalded by the heat from her pussy... She's still wet, or wet again, but she can't be because she still seems to be asleep... My mind tells me this is a dream, a very realistic and totally hot dream, but a dream anyway... My cock slowly moves, forward and back, her wetness allowing it to slip easily, I know the entrance is there, but I just don't have the angle to enter... Her nipple is hard against my hand, I wonder if her nipples ever get soft? I don't think I have ever seen them soft... My cock continues its strokes. I want to move to allow penetration, but if I do I might wake up and this incredible dream will be over... I hear the echo of a frustrated moan and it must be mine. I feel so good, but there is so much potential for more... My hand is on her hip, it has left her breast, but the mental image of her nipple still sears the nerves, I can still feel it as well as I did when it was pushing into my flesh... my legs are still against hers, but somehow her legs have moved forward, and my body is at right angles to hers... In this position I can feel the entrance to her pussy, my cock head rests there, the tip feeling her heat. If I press forward now I will be inside her, but if I press forward now the dream could end... Dilemma... Excitement... Need... I hear the echo of a moan again, and I can no longer hold back. I press forward... The dream is so real, I can feel her pussy stretching wide as I push... There are so many words for it, a pussy, a cunt, a vagina, but none of them are right. Vagina is too clinical; cunt is too, um, abusive? And a pussy is a small animal with vicious teeth and claws, the last thing you would poke with such tender flesh. But it stretches none the less... Even as wet as it is, it takes time for her to stretch to accommodate me... It is not frustrating, it is all part of the excitement, part of the preparation... don't wake up now, please don't wake up now... with a loud 'pop' my cock head finally enters her, she is so hot, so tight, so wet and so ready. Maybe this is a wet dream, and I won't wake up until I cum? I hope so... Tiny strokes, in a bit and out a bit, but always in just a little bit more. As my cock goes in deeper its width opens her more, stretching and making her grip on me tighter... Sensations assail me. Moist heat and pressure combine to stimulate nerves, as they have never been stimulated... This is nothing that I have ever experienced before; it is totally new... I am glad that I have had two big orgasms recently, even in a dream this level of stimulation would have it over right now if that wasn't the case... Minutes pass, how many minutes I wonder? Many minutes... I slowly work deeper and deeper inside her, savouring the delight of the first time... My moans continue to echo, even when I don't think I have moaned... The vault is sealed. It is airtight, and the pleasure slowly fills it, each sensation, and each moan lifting the level slightly. If pure pleasure could suffocate I would die now, but I would die happy. No I would die in an extended state of ecstasy... Finally I am totally inside my dream Felicity. My pelvis presses against her, my cock probes her deepest and most secret place... We are together, joined, and forged from one part. Her sensations flow into me and my sensations flow into her. It should never be different... I wait, and I savour the moment. It is precious... She wriggles, or I wriggle, I don't know. We wriggle, and I pull back. It is time to make love. This isn't just fucking; it is so much more... Slowly I stroke in and out, her tight grip tries to prevent my exit, and welcomes my entry... Quarter strokes turn into half strokes. Half strokes turn into three quarter strokes, and finally I am plunging full length into her body... Each wet 'pop' as my cock comes out, is followed by the sensual rush of penetration, as my cock plunges greedily back into her depths... The moaning is constant now, the sound bouncing off the steel walls... My dream Felicity is pressing back into my strokes, her body moving to make the already exquisite sensations even better... minutes pass, hours pass, days pass, years pass, lifetimes pass... I ride the waves of pleasure, like a surfer riding an endless tidal wave. Just one small part of something massive, something totally beyond my control... The pace increases, the moans of pleasure mingle with the slapping of flesh on flesh and the incredibly erotic noises of such a tight penetration... As a nightmare is the worst bad dream, this is the best good dream, as movies claim things to be your worst nightmare then this is my best possible experience, the summit of Everest, the ultimate trophy being held aloft, the perfect joining to the perfect woman... I am ready now, ready for anything. Because I have experienced perfection... I could swear that the whole vault is shaking now. My muscles scream in protest as I focus on the ultimate sexual experience, I feel the pressure building, and I know my release is near ... The sweating body my hands are holding shudders, and the grip on my cock gets impossibly tight, I finally cum, deep inside my lover, my Goddess. My cock spurts long and impossible streams of my being into her womb... We shake and we tremble, we shout and we moan, we spin out of control, rising to the heavens and then slowly and gently floating back down to Earth. To reality... My dream is over, my trembling subsides. I feel my cock shrinking back to normal, still deep inside Felicity. I move to pull it out...




The Vault



"On my count," Victoria paused, and then glanced at me, "three... two, one." both keys were turned simultaneously. 

Victoria slid the semi-heavy box out and set it on her left palm, supporting its weight.

"Mr. McFerrin, we have a private room where you can view the contents of your box." she informed me. I slid the box from her hands and then she turned toward the vault door.

"Follow me," she said, glancing at me with a waiting smile. 

When she turned her head, I looked down at the sexy, black lines of her stockings. They followed the length of her legs, disappearing up into her knee-high skirt, as I watch her sway with a confident walk, leading the way.

We walked down a short hallway and entered a small room. Victoria held the unmarked, black door open and I walked by her taking in the sweet scent of her perfume. I set the box down onto the built-in table and then turned to look at her, standing in the opening of the door.

"Take as long as you like, Mr. McFerrin, there's no rush," she stated clearly, in a business tone. 

Her hip was shifted to one side, revealing the slit of her skirt on her right thigh. It had caught my eye for the first time and I struggled to look up into her eyes. 

"Thank you, Victoria." I said, calmly making eye contact, "Will you please return in 15 minutes?" I wanted to pull the clip from her brown hair, tightly curling my fingers into the soft strands. "I'd like to place some of the contents back into the safe, the rest I will keep in my possession." I told her, pulling the chair out from under the table, as I removed my jacket, laying it over its backrest. 

"Of course," Victoria gave a quick nod, and then pulled the handle to the door, closing me in the small, nicely-lit room.

I could feel the heat trapped behind my white, button-down shirt. Removing it, I laid it over my jacket thinking that 15 minutes was to long, but I needed that time to collect my thoughts. I unbuckled my belt, letting it hang in the loops that held it. Turning toward the box, I lifted the lid and removed the contents. Sometime had passed and then the sound at the door came. I turned walked to the door and pressed my ear to the frame. "Yes?" I said.

"It's Victoria, Mr. McFerrin." she spoke from beyond the door.

I opened it slowly. "Come in," I spoke quietly. Victoria's warm eyes explored my partly exposed body and then met my gaze, as I waited for her to enter.

She stepped in and dropped her purse on the floor by the door, never taking her eyes off me. I closed the door behind her, bringing my body tightly against hers. Pressing her against the door, I heard it latch and without a word, I locked us in the small private room. Her lip began to tremble after she felt me grab her hands, the cold metal-cuffs I'd held in my hand clicked repeatedly, now like bracelets around her small wrists. 

"Did you do as I asked?" the look in my eye caused her to shudder, as I brought her wrists up between us, pulling them above her head.

"Yes, Sir," she softly responded, while I set the link between the cuffs onto the hook, mounted on the back of the door.

"Good girl," my hands went to her blouse, cupping her breasts. "Spread your legs," I instructed, unbuttoning each button to her blouse until I could see the white lace of her bra.

"Yes, Sir," she bit her lip, after speaking the words. Her legs moved quickly, but only as far as her skirt would allow.

"Oh, let me help you with that." I teased, and jerked her skirt up roughly, making her catch her breath. My cock twitched seeing her pussy exposed and uncovered.

My fingertip went to the junction between the cups of her bra. I tugged at the clasp and felt it snap in my fingers, releasing it. My hands brushed the laced bra to the sides, exposing the soft skin of her shapely breasts. Her nipples were hard; the color of dark chocolate, and her skin was peppered with goose bumps.

"You've been such a good girl all week. I think that I'll reward you now, instead of later tonight." I nibbled the soft skin under her breast and watched her shake, from the thoughts that were running through her head.

"Right now? Here...? But-" she stammered.

"Did I ask you to speak?" my jaw clenched, as I trapped her nipple between my fingers and pinched, hard enough to stop her voice.

"Ooohhh, no Sir." Victoria gasped.

"Don't say another word or I'll make you wait another week." My cock flinched at the threat, knowing that it would be just as hard for me as it would be for her.

"Yes Sir." she answered

I release her nipple and captured the fullness of her breast in the same hand, and then licked the taut nipple with my tongue. "Good girl," I whispered, pulling away, as I knelt down before her. 

My fingers traced down her ribs until they reached her bunched up skirt. "Further apart," I instructed.

Victoria looked down at me, hanging helplessly from her hand cuffs. If it hadn't been for the three inch heels she'd worn, she would've been on her tip toes. Her beautiful body trembled, as her soft panting brought her ribs out and back, waiting for me to give her what she desperately wanted. 

I leaned inward and grazed the soft, shaved skin of her mound with my tongue. She had placed a hint of my favorite perfume above the folds of her lips. Sandalwood, vanilla and a small breeze-like scent of the ocean, mixed with the sweet scent of her wetness. 

"Ohh..." she whimpered above me, as I looked up at her with a satisfied smile.

"Trying to please me," I licked her again, "...with that perfume, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yes Sir, I love pleasing you." Victoria eyes darkened with desire, as I rubbed my nose against the smooth skin of her mound, exhaling my warm breath and leaving a trail of goose bumps in it's wake.

"It does, my little pet. It does," my approval was obvious, as I licked my lips. 

I rewarded her for the effort and sank my tongue in between the folds of her pussy. Wet, sweet, and so swollen with need, I began to lick her without hesitation. Circle after circle my tongue moved, the pink bud of her sex leaping out at my tongue. Her breath became rapid, as I heard the handcuffs scratch against the hook on the door. 

"Would you like my fingers?" I captured her clit in my teeth, giving her a pinch of pain, and then released it, licking it once, as I looked up into her wanting eyes.

"Uhh, yes...Siiiir," she moaned low and deep. 

Victoria's body jolted above me and I felt my cock throb. The memory of the hot and wet center of her pussy, had my cock pressed up against the zipper of my slacks. My first two fingers slid into her weeping channel, as she squeezed around them tightly. My free hand went into my slacks and I held my cock firmly, resisting the urge to take her.

"Mmm," growling under my breath, her hips began to buck, as she started to hold her breath, giving way to small short gasps. "You may cum, my pet." I whispered hotly into her open folds, watching my sliding fingers roughly take her. I looked up at her beautiful mouth, gaped open with short pants passing through it. I leaned forward and began to thrash my tongue at just the right place, waiting for her to release.

The hook began to bend, slightly bending downward, her legs were now weak. Her head hung between her straightened arms, as her eyes rolled back with the lids covering them slowly. The rush of her breath stopped for what seemed like minutes until it began again. She pierced her teeth into the bottom of her lip, fighting the loud moan that would surely make her presences known. Dangling from the cuffs, she shook with intensity as her white, hot cream, flowed over my tongue.

"Ohh, thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir." she blurted out with an almost painful-like sound, her voice whimpering and whining.

"Mmm, that's my girl," I praised, licking my lips with a growl. "My pussy is so delicious." I breathed against her flexing little pink bud as she came.

I slowed my fingers, easing them from her grasp and then rubbed them against her pussy causing her to jolt from my touch. I came to my feet and brought my wet fingers up in front of her, "Open," feeding them to her as I looked into her glazed eyes, her eager mouth sucking and pulling them in.

I smiled enjoying the limp look of her body as she hung there for my eyes to see, her nipples still hard, spilling from her blouse and her skirt up over her hips, waiting for the next thing I had in mind. Time was short now, I only had a few minutes before we'd hear a knock at the door, even though I was far from being done with her.

I zipped my cock back up into my pants and watched the disappointed look on her face and I fastened the belt. I turned and pulled my favorite black butt plug from the lock box and turned toward her with a wicked smile. Her face was one of shock, as she tried to keep her gasp from leaving her lips by holding her breath. I knelt down before her and looked up at her, as I stuck my fingers back inside her pussy.

"I am far from being done with you, my little pet," rubbing her g-spot with my two fingers with an aggressive pressure that had her grunting, her body still wanting more. She began to whimper and then I released my hold on her, rubbing her essence over the tight entrance that I planned to torture. "You will wear this until you arrive home, but no touching between now and then. Is that understood?" I asked her and took that same moment to press it slowly at the entrance, easing it into her while she struggled to focus on my eyes and words.

"Uhh, uhh, Yes... Sir..Ye-" she suddenly stopped, unable to form the words as the plug finished it's penetration, settling into her tightened area, locking into place.

"Mmm, good girl," I said, as I lightly kissed her clit, flicking it a few times with my tongue, purely to see her jump, still feeling the affect from her previous orgasm. "When you arrive home, be in your place, waiting for me." Victoria knew where that was, it was in the middle of the living room floor with her face down and her nude body ready for me. 

I yanked her skirt down, covering her wet pussy, knowing that her thighs would be soaked as her release would continue to flow as she walked. I reached for her bra, clicked it, and then pulled her breasts back into the cups that held them. A few buttons and it was as if I had never touched her, her blouse closed up and back into its professional manner.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." she finally said on a more stable voice.

I pulled her handcuffs from the hook above her head and released her. She turned and slowly bent down, trying to grab her purse, feeling the affects of the plug that she now held. Before she could straighten, my hand landed on her ass, "Back to work, be a good girl now," I ordered, as she straightened with a jerk. "remember... no touching."

"Ohh," she stood quickly, "Yes, Sir." as she placed her purse under her arm and then unlocked the door, turning the handle. 

I heard her exhale deeply, an obvious sound of her gathering her thoughts before going back to the front desk of the bank. She turned and looked at me before exiting with a 'I don't want to leave' look and then smiled as I began to put my jacket on, buttoning it with a satisfied grin. The door latched and I closed the lock box and picked it up, leaving the private room shortly after.

I walked up to the front desk and approached Victoria, now standing in her place behind the counter, helping a woman as she handed her a piece of printed paper and said thank you. Victoria's face was flush, her hair not quite right, but she was doing her best to look as though nothing had happened. I on-the-other-hand held my briefcase in front of my lap, concealing my hardened cock, wanting to leap the counter and take her, but was enjoying the torment of her having to wait for me, knowing I was going to take her in many different ways, when she came home.

The other woman left the counter and she looked up at me. "Are you ready to return your lock box Mr. Mcferrin?" she asked, clearing her throat.

"Yes, thank you." I simply replied as I watched her walk around from behind the front desk. Her confident walk replaced by one that I hadn't seen yet.

"Right this way, Sir." she returned, and walked carefully before me, leading the way back into the large vault. 

We arrived at the section with the open slot where my box was housed, she turned and grabbed the box laying in my arm while glancing down at the appearance of my cock trapped behind the zipper of my slacks, unshielded by my briefcase.

She nearly dropped the box as she tried to retrieve it from me. "Do you have my key, Miss?" I asked trying to break her stare and fixation.

"Yes, Sir." she said almost in a whimper, finally turning her eyes away as she slid the lock box back into it's hiding place, shutting the metal doorway closing it in. She pulled the keys from her suit jacket and gave me one while she held the other, placing it at the mouth of the key hole, waiting for me to do the same.

I leaned into her shoulder, a little closer and sighed with a soft growl, pressing my cock into the side of her thigh watching her lick her lips, obviously still tasting her juices on her tongue, as I brought my key up to meet hers, in the opposite key slot.

"Three, two... one," she struggled to say as our keys turned at the same time.

"Thank you Victoria," I said, pulling my key from it's slot, as I slowly brought my hand down to my pocket, her wanting eyes following it, as I slid my hand in slowly, her eyes bat intently.

"You're welcome, Sir," she said with a gulp, and then brought her eyes back up to meet mine. "anything else we can do, just let us know."

"I will, have a pleasant day." and with that I pulled the briefcase in front of me and stepped away from her, turning to leave. I left her standing behind me as I passed the large vault door, and the exited the building without a backward glance.



The Vault



It was the busiest week of the holiday season, and I was the Assistant Branch Manager at one of the largest bank chains in the center of Manhattan. Money couldn't run out, especially at a time where people were spending tons of money buying gifts for their loved ones. Every year, the bank scheduled to receive extra deliveries of cash to keep our vaults full through the holidays.

Since during the day was too hectic, I came in after hours that Friday night to wait for the delivery. At precisely eight, I watched through the glass store front as the red and black armored truck pulled off the road into the parking lot. I met up with the regular driver, John, at the back door of the branch. He cut off the engine and climbed down from the driver's seat and walked to the back of the truck. I stole a glance as he unlocked and the back doors, his muscular arms bulging in his short sleeved uniform as he pushed the heavygalvanizedsteel open. He didn't notice me standing there until he was unloading boxes and a few cleat bags of bills onto the hand truck.

"Hey Chelsea! How long have you been waiting? John called to me.

"Just a minute," I lied.

"Ready for the holiday rush?" He jumped off the truck and slammed the doors shut and pulled the hand truck behind him.

"I'm never ready for any rush." I said as I held the door for him.

"Thanks."

"No problem," I said closing the door behind us and locking it.

"Is the vault opened yet?"

"No, let me grab my keys and I'll unlock it." I stepped over to my work station and snatched up the ring of keys and my bottle of water. "You want one? I asked, holding up a bottle from the 6-pack I kept in my desk drawer.

"Sure, John replied.

I met back with him at the door and handed him the bottle. He placed it on top of a box of rolled coin on the pulley and rolled it into the vault. .John and I were unloading the cash onto the metal shelves when we heard a crash. John and I quietly peeked around the door to see three men in black clothing and ski masks carrying guns climbing through the shattered front door. They knew about the drop-off.

"Get inside and shut the door!" John instructed me.

"Are you crazy!? How will we get out?"

Would you rather have a gun put to your head?" John asked, grabbing me by the arm, trying to pull me into the vault. I jerked away from his grasp and stumbled back into the door, causing the wedge holding the door open to slip out. I reacted and tried to keep the door from closing, but it was too heavy and the hydraulics were too fast. It clicked shut, locking us in.

"Thanks for nothing," I sneered.

"Shit, no service in here," John said, ignoring me, as he walked around the vault, holding his phone up, trying to get a signal. "We're going to have to hope someone calls the police or wait until morning when everyone comes in."

Through the door, we could hear the muffled yells from the men who were trying to rob the bank. I could make out some muffled obscenities as they must have realized there was no cash to take.

"Now what?"

"Sit and wait. Someone is bound to come soon if the silent alarm went off." John propped himself up again the metal cabinets and unbuttoned his uniform shirt. The vault was getting hot.

After about an hour of chit chatting about ourselves, boredom set in and talk became stale.

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

"Nope, you?"

"Nah," he replied.

The two of us grew quiet as we searched for more conversation. I could feel my eyes growing heavy and my head dropped. When I opened my eyes, John was shirtless, and sweat beaded his face. He inched his lips dangerously close to mine. His lips violently attacked mine, and a twinge of excitement jolted in my panties. The rest of my body responded to this rare opportunity and he could tell. He was excited as well, and I could feel his stiffness graze my knee as he leaned into me.

The idea of getting away with anything right now lingered around us and we weren't resistant in getting each other's clothes off. John swooped me up and propped me up against a shelf and squatted in front of me. The cold metal sent a ripple of chills from my derriere up to my breasts, causing them to swell. I wrapped my legs over his shoulders and raised my arms above my head, clutching onto the shelving in pleasure as he kissed down my body and found my clitoris with his tongue, flicking and circling around and around as I held onto the shelf above my head, trying to control myself. I pushed myself into his face and his tongue dove in, thrashing wildly as he feasted on me. I screamed, begging him to keep going, but quickly, John stood up between my legs, careful not to drop me.

He entered me and we began taking slow, teasing strides. His girth stretched my insides and went deep into me, hitting a spot that I've never felt before, sending me into pre-climatic convulsions. John's face flushed as we gyrated faster and faster against each other. Our breathing quickened as we were both getting ready to come, but a jingle of keys stopped us from reaching it. The vault door swung open, revealing mine and John's nakedness molded together up against the cabinets. The branch manager and three police officers averted their eyes away as we broke apart and scrambled to get dressed. I stepped out of the vault, my head bowed in shame, as the police forcefully pinned John against the wall and handcuffed him.

"What's going on?" I asked.

One of the officers held up a newspaper from three years ago. "Seems your...friend here has been playing the part of armored truck driver in several other robberies three states over. The attempt today was done in the same exact manner; alarms disabled, done at night, access with a fake AMT card at the outer door, main door smashed. The police have been looking for him. Lucky for us, one of his buddies ratted him out. Unluckily for him, he trapped himself at the scene of the crime." The officer laughed. "Seems like he wanted one last hoorah before he turned himself in and went to prison."

I scowled at the officer and looked at John. He smirked a sexy, bad boy grin that sent my pulse racing. "Sorry, doll. I really like you, I do." He flashed me a sexy, devilish grin. "I hope you'll come visit me."

I frowned at John's arrogance, but it soon faded. I was so turned on by him and we'd both left on the verge of finishing. I couldn't help but think about the things I could do with him on a conjugal visit.





To be Continued....



The Vault Pt. 01



Tiffany and I have been friends since college. We shared a lot of classes and spent a lot of time together outside of class. We grew very close as friends. Of course, I was very attracted to her. She is a 5'4" American girl of Chinese heritage. Her hair is raven black and has a face as cute as a button. During our College years, it was inevitable that there was some sexual tension (inevitable for me anyway). We would flirt back and forth and even spent a few nights in each other's dorm rooms. I did make one pass at her, but she told me that she didn't want to risk our friendship. I was devastated at the time, but in the 5 years since college, I have come to appreciate our friendship so much that I suspect that her decision might have been the right one.

Our friendship had grown so much that there is almost nothing that we don't tell each other. After graduation, she and I lived in the same city and would hang out after work and on the weekends. A couple of years after college, she started dating Edwin. Although he was also an American of Chinese descent, he was a good deal more traditional than Tiffany. After a short time, they became engaged, married and moved out into the suburbs. She still worked in the city not far from where I live. So, two or three times a week she would stop by my place before heading home to avoid the rush-hour traffic. She would hang out at my place, have a beer or two and we would shoot the shit. We talked about everything.

One of her favorite topics was my dating life. I'm not the most attractive guy, but I'm attractive enough that I've never had much difficulty finding dates. Tiffany found my dating life amusing because I had a tendency to find girls that were somewhat crazy or eccentric. I would almost always stay with these girls much longer than I should because once I started getting some action, I would get hooked. Once sex was available, my second head would do most of the decision-making. Tiffany knew that sex was my weakness when it came to my dating life.

On one particular occasion, I was lamenting my experiences with a girl I had dated a few times. This is when Tiffany started a conversation that would change my life.

"Dan, why do you let yourself get sucked in by a pretty face and spread legs?" She said.

"Isn't it obvious?! I'm a guy. I find myself very conflicted when I'm dating. I do want to find a nice girl, but once I have a chance to have sex, my libido takes control and I fail to see or I ignore the negative qualities my dates have." I responded.

"Can't you just pull yourself out of that pattern and not focus so much on sex until after you get to know the girl?" Tiffany said.

"I tell myself that all the time, but once I get out there and sit across from them at dinner or dance with them a club, I find myself thinking about nothing more than getting them back to my place. And when I get them there once, I just want to get them back there again. It is only after the sex gets boring that I start to recognize all of their negative qualities." I offered.

"Hmm... I have given it some thought and I think I have an idea that might help you. I could help you screen your dates." Tiffany said.

"Well, I would love for you to meet them and give me your opinion, but I don't see how that would stop me from wanting to jump them as soon as I get the chance." I countered.

"Well, I have a solution for that... Do you remember that club we went to a few years back? The one in the old warehouse downtown?" She said.

"You mean that S&M fetish club?" I responded.

"That's the one! When we were there I signed up for their list-serve and I have been receiving e-mails from them ever since. I always read them and will occasionally check out the web sites that they link to. Some of those sites are about chastity. I think that if you wear a chastity belt, it would remove your bad habit of taking a girl to bed before you get to know her." She offered.

"Wow, that seems a bit drastic. But, how would that even stop me? I would just come home and take it off." I retorted.

"Well, the devices are locked. You would give the key to some one you trust - like me! I would hold on to it until you got to know the girl. Once you decide that you liked her enough, I would meet her. If she seems like a good match for you, I would give you the key and you could date her normally." She said.

"Huh... I don't know. It sounds like a weird idea. I think it could work for the dating, but what about my needs? I... well... take care of myself more than a few times a week. Not being able to do that would probably make me crazy!" I said.

She laughed.

"Take care of yourself?! Of course you do! Well, I'm here about 3 times a week anyway, I could try to make it 4 times a week and I would unlock you to take care of your 'needs' and then you would put the belt back on before I go." She suggested.

I laughed, somewhat nervously.

"Well, I appreciate the offer, but I don't think my situation is so bad. This seems a bit drastic. But I appreciate the offer... ha ha ha."

"Okay, you let me know if you change your mind. I just want to see you happy. When you find a nice girl and move out to the suburbs we can all hang out as couples. It would be great."

At that, we turned to other topics and didn't talk about it again.

About 3 months later, I was out on a Saturday night with my guy friends and I picked up a woman at a club. The sexual chemistry was intense and I brought her home that night. We had drunken sex. I woke up the next morning and she wasn't there and neither was the cash in my wallet or my watch. I never even got her last name. I felt stupid. I didn't even call the police. I figured that I lucked out only losing some cash and an inexpensive watch. I told no one about what happened, except for the only person that gets all of my secrets - my vault - Tiffany.

"Dude, that is ridiculous! I'm glad that you're okay. That could have been much worse!" She said regarding my story.

"Yeah, it might have been the worst thing that has happened to me in a long time. I have to be more careful."

"Well, you need to make better decisions. It is that uncontrolled libido again. You really are stupid for sex." She chided.

"Yeah, I am." I said ashamed.

"Well, I offered to help you with that, and the offer still stands." She offered.

"ha ha ha, you mean the chastity belt?" I asked.

"Yeah, the chastity belt. If you had been wearing one, you would never have taken that girl home. You would have gotten her number instead. You would have called her and went out on a date and realized that she was a nut job. You'd still have your money, watch." She responded.

"You know what... okay... hmmm... let's give it a try. What do I have to lose?! I can always go back to normal if it doesn't work out. And it might improve things." I said.

"Really! Okay! Let's go online now and order a belt for you." She said excitedly.

We went online and after a while settled upon a plastic device. I ordered it and had it shipped to my place. Tiffany gave me some cash and told me to upgrade the shipping to overnight delivery.

"I'll come by tomorrow and well get the ball rolling on your new dating life!" She said with a big smile.

"Ha, ha ha... just in time for my date on Saturday with a girl I met yesterday."

The next day at work I was a filled with nervous anticipation of the package that was likely sitting at my building with the doorman. Around 3:30, I received a text from Tiffany telling me not to open the box until she got there.

Quitting time came and I got back to my building where I was greeted at the front desk by the doorman and a package. I signed for it and brought it up to my apartment and placed it on my coffee table. About an hour later, I buzzed Tiffany into my building and she was sitting on my couch in no time. She shook the box with a huge grin.

"Let's open it! It feels like Christmas!" She said.

I have to say that she seemed more excited about this than I would have imagined. This wasn't a toy for us to really use together. She was married after all. But, she had complained to me many times before about the boring nature of her sex life with Edwin, her husband. Perhaps she was just excited to be even minimally involved in something that might be considered kinky. And, I can't lie, I was excited at the prospect of having my dick locked up and knowing that Tiffany would have the key. Ever since her engagement with Edwin, I have tried to tone-down my flirtation and feelings for her, but they were still there, bubbling under the surface.

"Absolutely, lets see what it looks like." I responded.

She opened the shipping box and the box inside to reveal a few plastic pieces and a small padlock.

"I think you put your balls through here and then slide this on your penis." She said holding up the respective pieces and pointing. She even put her finger inside the penis sheath.

A bit nervously, I said. "Yeah, this is odd. I can't believe I'm even thinking about this."

"Dan! Thinking about this?! You are going to give this a real try, aren't you? I want you to promise me that you'll take this seriously and really give it a chance." She demanded.

"Okay, I promise." I said in a drone, sarcastic way.

"Here" she said as she handed me the plastic pieces " It is Friday, so I won't see you again until Monday. Go take care of your self." She said with a chuckle. " Then put on the little cage.

I blushed at the idea of going into the other room to masturbate while she was here. But I knew she was right. This was my last chance to cum before Monday (Tiffany doesn't normally come by on the weekends). I turned on the TV for her and went into the bathroom and tended to things. I came really quickly from the excitement, but I was in there for a while trying to get the device on just right. After I got it on and it felt comfortable enough, I realized that she hadn't given me the padlock. I called to her and she said to come out.

With the device on, I pulled up my pants and went out to the TV room.

"Is it on?" She asked.

"Yeah, but I need the lock. I left it out here." I responded.

"I didn't give it to you because I'm going to put it on. I want to make sure it is secure before I go."

I was a little taken aback and began to blush.

"Oh, Dan. All of the time that we've spent together and those hotel rooms we shared during spring break, I've seen you naked a number of times. Don't be shy!" She said.

While this was true, it has been years and all of those occasions were accidental. I stood there for a moment. Took a deep breath and unzipped my pants with trembling hands.

"Come closer and pull down your pants so I can get at it." She said as she picked up and opened the lock.

Still seated on the couch, she scooted forward and looked at me.

I walked up to her and could feel myself start to grow inside the device. I pulled down my pants and shorts just enough to reveal my caged penis.

"Looking good! It fits well." She said as she slipped the lock onto the device and snapped it shut. "Okay, all done! That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Before I could respond, she dropped the keys in her purse and stood up as I covered myself.

"Okay, well I have to head home. Have a good date tomorrow night. Give me a call if you need anything. I'll see you on Monday."

I was a bit dumbfounded and could only manage to say 'See you later' as she walked out.



The Vault Pt. 02



After Tiffany left, I found myself entertained for the rest of the evening. I had no plans for that Friday night, so I spent much of the night admiring the device that now kept me from my junk. It was a pretty ingenious device. It consisted of two clear plastic rings and a curved, clear plastic tube. My penis and testicles passed through the larger plastic ring and only my penis went through the second, smaller plastic ring. My penis then went into the plastic tube. All of the pieces were kept at an even distance from each other with small plastic posts on each of the pieces. And, of course, they were kept in place by the small padlock that Tiffany had attached.

It wasn't at all what I would call comfortable, but it didn't hurt either. I tried on various pairs of pants and found that it caused a noticeable bulge in the dress pants I wore to work. But, it really wasn't noticeable through my casual pants and jeans. I decided that I would have to go shopping early tomorrow to get some pants for work that wouldn't tip people off that something plastic was locked on my junk.

I admired myself naked in the mirror and took a shower. Cleaning wasn't the easiest thing to do, but using the toilet was the part that I honestly hadn't considered beforehand. I would have to sit to pee.

In addition to admiring the device, I spent the whole evening thinking about Tiffany. Every time she popped into my head, I would feel those long-dormant feelings well up. Each time this happened, I would swell up as much as the device would allow. I would then have to redirect my thoughts. It was frustrating to not get hard, but it even more frustrating to think about Tiffany. She is the only girl I have known that I'm truly happy to be around. I would just have to let those thoughts go and focus on finding another girl who made me feel the same way.

My sleep was a bit restless that night. The sensation of the device locked on to me and the thoughts running through my head, made sleeping a difficult task.

I awoke the next morning feeling a bit groggy and with a bit of discomfort emanating from my crotch. I realized that the discomfort had been caused by the device's denial of my morning wood.

By the time I was showered and ready to go out shopping for new pants, I was feeling very on edge. I was beginning to feel a bit anxious about the device and desperately wanted to get the device off and rub one out. I kept telling myself that it wasn't a big deal and that the anxiety would pass as soon as I was outside in the fresh air.

I took a bus to a nearby clothing store and looked for new pants for work. I noticed women. I always noticed women, but this was different. I noticed them all and desperately wanted some relief. I tried to collect myself and restrain my urges. I bought a few pairs of pants and returned home.

The day passed more or less normally but I found myself cleaning my apartment and doing any other task I could think of to take my mind off the longing I felt.

Evening came and I got ready for my date. Just before I left my apartment to meet Diane, my date, I received a text from Tiffany. "Good luck on your date!" I wrote her back "Thanks", and headed off to meet Diane.

My date with Diane started with dinner. We chatted and joked with each other. She was wearing a skirt that showed off her lovely legs. Her blouse was low cut and showed off her cleavage. I could feel myself occasionally fixated on her feminine charms. I had to pull myself away from my internal turmoil to focus on our conversation. While she was very nice, she didn't strike me as particularly bright.

We finished dinner and went to a nearby spot to grab a drink and dance. After a few strong drinks, we were on the dance floor. Our chemistry was good, so it was only a matter of time before we were dancing closely.

After a little bit, Diane said, "Something is poking me. Do you have something in your pocket?"

I stammered a little bit. Finally, I managed to say "It might be my keys. Sorry about that."

"Well, move them to your back pocket." Diane said with a smile.

I knew that moving my keys would not solve the problem, as it was the chastity device that was poking her. I had to get out of this situation.

"Why don't we get out of here?" I suggested.

Diane agreed and we headed off to her apartment building. When we got there, she invited me up but I declined. I gave her a kiss. I didn't want her to think that I wasn't interested, but I couldn't go up to her apartment. My secret would have been discovered. I told her that I would call and then caught a cab home.

I was lucky that the meal and alcohol had made me pretty drowsy, so I went to bed immediately and fell asleep.

Sunday morning was much like Saturday morning. When I woke up, I could feel my penis struggle against the device. I spent a while laying in bed trying to redirect my thoughts without success. So, I got up and took a cold shower. The shower didn't solve my problem, but it did dampen my urges slightly.

I had the whole day ahead of me and found that I needed to stay active to keep from going crazy. Watching TV didn't help as almost every show and even most commercials had me thinking about sex. I continued cleaning my apartment and finished a lot of tasks that I had been meaning to do for a long time. I punctuated my constant activity with cold showers.

By the time dinner had rolled around, I was nearly at my wits end. I needed this thing off of me. Not long after I finished eating, I received another text from Tiffany, "Hope the date went well. Can't wait to hear about it. See you tomorrow."

I wrote back, "Date was okay. I need to get out of this thing, it is driving me crazy!"

She responded, "It hasn't even been three days! Don't be such a wimp, I've gone weeks without."

I was a bit mad about her response, so I didn't send a reply.

I did some exercises, had a couple of drinks and took a final cold shower and tried to go to sleep. After staring at the ceiling for a while, I finally passed out.

Monday at work was a real pain. I have a desk job, so I spent much of the day with my mind wander off. I couldn't wait to see Tiffany so she would let me out of this thing.

After what felt like an eternity, quitting time finally came. I hurried home to wait for Tiffany.

I waited for a while and was just about to hop in the shower for another cold one, when Tiffany buzzed from downstairs. I let her in and waited for her to come up. She finally knocked on my door and I opened it.

Even though I had just seen her on Friday, it seemed like I hadn't seen her for a long time. Her face seemed fresh and her dark eyes had a light to them. Her lips were stretched into an effortless smile as she leaned in to hug me hello. She wasn't dressed any differently than the dozens of times she had stopped by before, but it seemed different. She wore a white button down blouse and a black skirt with black high heeled shoes. Her blouse hugged her frame showing off that beautiful curve running in from her chest and back out at her hips - the perfect hourglass. Her long, black hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

"Hey, you!" She greeted me.

She sat on the couch and crossed her legs.

"How was the weekend? Tell me about your date." She said.

"It was okay. Did you bring the keys?" I asked.

"Wow, you are anxious! First tell me about your date." She said redirecting the conversation.

It looked like she was going to make me wait for the keys, so I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, gave her one and told her about my date with Diane. I tried to stay calm, but my mind kept racing between the lust I was feeling for Tiffany and getting a hold of those keys!

"Well, it sounds like our experiment is working out well. You noticed that Diane is not very smart and you didn't have sex with her on the first date. I think you should go out with her again and confirm whether your initial impression of her is correct." Tiffany said regarding my description of the date.

"Working out well?! I've been going crazy these past few days. Every morning I wake up with a pain in my crotch from morning wood and I spend the rest of the day taking cold showers. I need this thing off of me." I responded.

"Dan! You promised that you would give this a real try. And one weekend doesn't count as a real try. Will you put the device back on if I let you out of it?" She said.

"Uh..." Was all I could manage before she cut back in.

Her face had changed a little. That effortless smile was replaced by a bit of a frown.

"That's what I thought. I am rarely in a position to make someone keep their promises to me. But, this time, I can do just that. I will let you out as soon as I feel confident that you'll put it back on." She said.

"Are you kidding me?!" I responded.

"No. I'm not kidding. Look at how well your date went and your apartment has never been cleaner. Once you accept this, you'll find that it will be easier and there might be some serious benefits." She said.

"Tiffany! This isn't funny. Give me the key." I demanded.

"Don't take that tone. I care a lot about you and I think that this will ultimately be for your own good. I think I'm going to head off. I'll stop by tomorrow." She said with a slightly raised voice and a furrowed brow.

With that she picked up her purse and started toward the door. I followed quickly behind her.

"Wait! Are you really going to leave?!" I implored.

"Yes. I'll see you tomorrow." She said.

It flashed through my mind to grab her or snatch her purse away, but I restrained myself. I let her leave. What have I gotten into?