0 comments/ 8725 views/ 0 favorites Touring DC By: Diamond_Girl This story is part of the Jimmy and Arane stories, written by DiamondJim and me. You will find links to our other stories in my bio page and under "My Favorites." Please vote and we love receiving your feedback. We respond if at all possible. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I unfolded myself out of my seat, stretching to get the blood circulating through my legs, my body humming with excitement. Out the plane's window I'd seen my first glimpse of the Washington Monument just as we were getting ready to land at National, and I was looking forward to my first tour of our nation's capital. More than that, though, I was excited about seeing Jimmy again, to having a few days alone with him, as opposed to the too-brief evenings and nights we'd been sharing in between his current flood of business trips. He'd spent the previous four days in DC and surprised me by taking a few days off afterwards. I'd gotten a bigger surprise when Marcia, my admin, had called me to let me know that she'd taken care of rearranging my clients' scheduled appointments for me. Jimmy had arranged that, too. Normally I'd have balked at his high-handedness, particularly when it came to my professional life, but I'd been missing him like crazy and saw it for the romantic gesture it was. My black strappy heels clicked softly against the airplane aisle as I exited, my bum-hugging cropped pants flowing against my smooth, tanned calves and a snug, black, sleeveless top accentuated my perfect 38C bosom under my favorite denim jacket. A silver belt draped low over my hips, highlighting my curves. The soft material of my pants was cool and tantalizing against my bare bottom and mound, and only I knew the surprise that was waiting in my purse. As I stepped off the skywalk into the terminal, I saw nothing and no one but Jimmy, his smile making both of his dimples pop out and his eyes on me and me alone. I raced towards him, my carry-on bag in tow. Reaching him, I wrapped my arms around his neck, stretching up on tiptoe to press my body as close to his as possible. Unbidden, tears pricked behind my eyelids as I felt his embrace once more and was again enveloped by that scent that is his and his alone. After several minutes of holding each other, I leaned back slightly to look up at him, his dark, warm brown eyes melding with my own whiskey brown ones. His lips descended to capture mine, and though we'd shared hundreds -- thousands -- of kisses before, this one held all the power and magic of our first kiss. Surreptitiously, I slipped my hand into my purse, palming the silky damp thong I'd removed somewhere over Richmond, before stealthily placing it into his front pocket. He felt the pressure against his hip and broke the kiss long enough to inquire, "What's this?" before his hand took the same path mine had just recently taken, dipping down into his pocket before coming back up with what he'd termed my "date panties." When he felt the moist evidence of my desire for him lingering on the hot pink satin, he brought them up to his nose, inhaling deeply of my musk before returning them to his pocket. Once more we melted together in a hot kiss, his tongue flicking out to meet mine and mate with it, twining it around his own. His hands slid down over my bottom, and he sighed into my mouth at feeling my curves without any tale-tell panty lines. My hands moved down and over his back, going still further down before coming to rest on his firm ass. I worked my hands under his butter yellow golf shirt, savoring the muscles rippling in his back underneath, before I slipped my hands down the back of his cotton twill pants to get closer to the skin beneath. My moan of appreciation escaped my lips as I discovered neither silk nor cotton creating a barrier between my questing hands and the flesh they were longing to touch. As my hands kneaded and squeezed Jimmy's taut ass, he pressed more intimately against me, bringing his throbbing shaft into full contact with my swollen mons with only the thinnest layers of material separating us. I arched against his heat, aided by a bit of pressure from his own strong hands. I nipped at his lower lip, drawing it between my own, scraping it gently with my teeth as the tip of my tongue flicked over it. After long moments of kissing and grinding against each other there in the airport, he rasped out, "C'mon. I've got a car waiting for us." We retrieved my bags and walked out into the bright sunlight, which reflected off of what seemed to be hundreds of cars. Jimmy grabbed my bags and led me to the front of a line of waiting cars where a black stretch limo waited. The chauffeur placed my bags inside the trunk before opening the back door to let us in. The interior boasted a sumptuous dark red upholstery and carpeting, and there was a bottle of Chardonnay breathing in a holder offset to one side. As soon as we got in and the driver shut the door behind us, Jimmy pushed the button to raise the privacy shield and dragged me across his lap, his lips capturing my gasp of surprise and delight. Instantly my hands were entangled in the hairs at the back of his neck, holding his head in place for my kiss. He ran his hands along my side, teasing and tantalizing my full breast with the promise of his touch. The hardened nipple became even tauter, puckering against the thin material of my shirt and the black lace of the bra beneath. I whimpered against his mouth, mindlessly turning in my attempt to place my aching breast into his hand. With a soft chuckle, Jimmy ran his hands all around and between my breasts, but always mindful to avoid the sensitive tips, driving my desire to a higher pitch. Against my hip, his member was a firm, insistent presence, throbbing with each beat of his heart, keeping time with the pulse of my own ardent desire. I wriggled against it as he continued to sup on my lips and tease my breasts with the promise of his touch. His hand eased down over my belly. When he reached the hem of my shirt, his clever hands sought and found the soft skin beneath, slowly caressing it, journeying ever lower until he came to the waistband of my pants. As his long thick fingers continued their travels through the darkness, they encountered my mound, freshly shorn just that morning for him. His fingers parted my lips, slipping into their crevice to seek and find the hidden treasure contained therein. As Jimmy's finger made that first firm contact with my clit, my hips bucked up against his hand in a silent plea to continue even lower down, to fill my empty cunt. He complied, slipping two fingers into my slit, wetting them with my juices, before sliding them back out to spread my growing moisture around my throbbing clit. "Oh, gawd, Jimmy, you've got to stop or I'm going to come, and I want you in me when I do." With a wet slurp, Jimmy pulled his fingers out, leaving my pussy aching, empty, yearning for him to fill me. He sucked them clean before gently laying me down on the wide plush seat. When I was on my back, he eased my pants off of me, leaving me clad in my blouse, pushed up to expose black lace-covered breasts, and my black strappy heels. My silver belt still lay cold and chunky just below my belly button. Jimmy sat back, staring at me open and exposed before him, slightly running his finger down my cunny, separating the folds, opening me to his gaze. I smiled up at him as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick cock, the precome dripping off the tip. One foot rested on the floor, bracing myself, and Jimmy pushed the other up to prop on the back of the seat, spreading me to his gaze and his touch. He knelt between my knees, slapping my swollen clit with his hard member, his precome mixing with my juices. I reached up to grab my nipples through my bra, pinching and twisting them, the lace lightly abrading them. He placed the bulbous head of his cock against my slit, sliding it just a little ways in, taunting me with the hope of penetration. I raised my hips up as I grasped the base of his shaft in my hand. It throbbed hotly under my hand as I guided it further into me. Finally, he plunged deep into me, filling and stretching my tight cunny with his thickness. I twisted my nipples harder as he thrust in and out of me, my hips rising up to meet his dick. His heavy sac smacked against my ass and the base of his cock rubbed against my clit with every glide in and out. The heat and tension coiled inside me, begging for release. With one final hard plunge, I came hard, my juices squirting, bathing his balls as I clawed at him, panting and screaming his name through my orgasm. Barely had I peaked when I felt him tense above me moments before his hot come exploded out of him, splashing against my cervix and flooding my pussy before it came streaming out to pool on the seat beneath me. His breath was hot and heavy in my ear as he collapsed on top of me, his deflating cock still buried inside my tight, dripping pussy. He whispered, "You are so beautiful. Do you know how much I love you?" "Almost as much as I love you, since I love you more," I replied with a smile in my voice, resurrecting our most common point of disagreement. I felt his answering chuckle vibrate through my chest, and I sighed, content simply to hold him close as we basked in the beginning of our holiday together, DC whizzing past us through the moonroof. Touring Germany Finnish cabinet ministers do it, Russian hockey players do it, Koreans do it on a first date. Social bathing—known as "naked communion". By tradition, not sampling the local bathing culture would be like not trying the local cuisine. Oh god, how I loved good food and the exciting sensations it left in my mouth. Japanese only signs began appearing on bathhouse doors in the port of Otaru. The signs, which were posted in English and Russian, followed several incidents involving drunken Russian sailors. German thermes aren't so different, being strictly a leisure focused oasis with a variety of different saunas, steam baths and tanning beds. If you want to blend in easily make sure you pay attention to certain unwritten rules like "towel only" or as it is more commonly referred to in German "Freie Kürper Kur" or FKK. Swimsuits are taboo. They're denounced by purists as uncomfortable and unclean. Europeans have a very casual attitude toward the human body; baring all is not seen as shameful or embarrassing. People stress out about the etiquette, but they don't need to. Even when there's a language barrier, basic politeness goes a long way—especially, it seems, when you're naked. People want to help you. They're flattered by your interest, and they're curious about you. I took the regional train out to Potsdam, just outside of Berlin and taken a cab. My heart was beating fast and I felt faint. I wasn't sure if I could go through with my mission. This was my first time being invited to a private gathering. But I was enthusiastic and anxious as my pussy was getting feverish imagining my little panties being discarded on a whim. Not something a prudish American preacher's daughter would confess to easily. As I approached the vast private estate, things were leisurely and casual. "Das wird 13.95 € sein" the cab said. "Bitte schön," handing him 15. "Halten Sie das Änderung Ya schmutzige Tier." We both laughed since he knew where I was headed. I don't like calling names, but I was getting a bit frisky. Walking up to meet my fate, I saw a middle aged lesbian couple kissing and fondling each other's magnanimous breasts, then going about their days business. As if this was a normal every day affair. This thought shot me on fire. Could life really be this good? Could that be ME? Entering... every thing was clean marble and hand made tiles. Done in classic Greek fashion white and blue. I was greeted by a host, with supple lips and a soft expression of welcome on her face. I handed her my invite and she lead me through some long corridors to the changing area. The fun started in the unisex bath stalls. Every imaginable type of person had inhabited this gathering. Some with gorgeously inked skin, some hung and thick. Some full, ripe and bushy. Some delicately basking in the glow of their honey dewed skin. You could hear some sexual cries of passion through the fog, but nothing upfront... yet. They were quietly talking, leading each other to their private sitting areas. Some washing each other, combing their hair with the most loving strokes possible. It was one big ... orgy. Everyone, everyone was completely comfortable and intimate with one another. I felt the heat matting my cloths down. A strange sensation felt so welcome yet unfamiliar, had came over me. I had a pressing need to get out of my clothes. I stepped over to the second line of benches and started to undress. The pristine floor felt grounding as I vehemently peeled away the layers. I felt my long, chestnut brown curls hit the middle of my back and my pierced tan tits harden as my shirt rouched over my breasts. My derriere started perking up in back as I pulled down my pants. I moaned a little getting in role. I looked around, there was a group of 3 Swedish men over one row, quietly laughing enjoying themselves. I caught one of them in the eyes, green and blue, like the supple water I was about to enjoy. His body tall and slender, but mature. Leaning back with a towel wrapped around, he smiled at me hard. I smirked back, before he returned to his grouping. Another woman on the end of my same bench was putting on her cloths with no underwear and walked by. Her natural scent wafted past me with intoxication as she ALSO admired, seeing me so bare. Taking a moment to put away the last remnants of my identity, A woman wielding a bundle of leaves -a vasta- attentively came over and had me follow her to a massage table. She was pleasantly aged, with her dark hair tied in a top knot, turquoise eyes, towel around waist and topless. Her slapping, spanking and circular movements over every inch of my skin were unwinding me. Over the sides of my breasts, the dimples on my lower back, my upper thighs, my neck. I was sublimating myself into this new world. Every inch. So much that I began leaking on to her hands as they massaged between my inner thighs. Lifting my head to look back at her, she gave a me a look of delight as my juices proved thankful. I signaled her with my hand to come to me. She cupped my ass with one last firm grip before appeasing my wish. Turning to sit up on the table, she spread my legs and instinctively drew into me, breast to breast. We felt each other's tension hardening on our soft and supple skin. Looking down on her, she reached up and gave me her hand to taste my mess. The act enraged my arousal so much that I immediately reached through her towel and hooked two of my own fingers into her deep hole. Pulling her in close to me with one arm and up on my hook with the other, she was forced to lift herself off the floor a bit to reach my hungry, sappy lips which she cleaned up so immaculate, before letting her off my snare of a finger trap. That first heavenly kiss lasted for an eternity before giving way to my bathing, the golden rule. After my massage was done I found a wooden stool and bucket in the washroom by a tap. I languidly sat on the stool with my legs elongated, glowing with satisfaction. I gathered soap and began lathering my whole body. My rotund breasts were firming with each washing pass, sending sparks of electricity to my tits. I bent my legs up to splay my slit, to look at it adoringly. Paying particular attention to hold my plump checks open from underneath, I began shaving each side of this slick honey pot, but leaving a little landing strip. Washing everything down past my glorious ass and manicured nails, it took everything in me to not finger fuck myself before I even got started with my steam bath. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I moved to the sauna. The vapors were infused with eucalyptus, mint, and sage. Walking, hips swaying through the billowing steam, I felt a new person emerging out of me. I looked around and only a few people at the bottom left... so I go up top on the right corner through impermeable steam, the hottest place in the room. As I reach my seat the mist revealed an attractive single man. Smooth Olive tan skin, dark hair, trimmed mature beard. I sat down diagonally from him about 10 feet, and begin to relax. I look around and didn't see anything through the fog. I take in several deep calming breaths of warm heat, closing my eyes. My pussy lips had me at their beckon call now, and I wished to touch myself. My hands grazed the top of my towel and kept encircling the top over and over till it was buzzing. I let out a quiet moan. "Rrrrmmm" No one noticed. I was safe... Seductively, I slinked back a bit and slowly peeked my fingers over the fold of my towel. Gripping my left leg with a firm hand, I began grazing my finger deep into the slit of my closed legs with the other. Threshing my hips a bit, I begin opening and drawing up my already profuse cum over my smooth palate. I start to use my other hand to finger my swollen yearning, while the other clasped my clit with its pinching and rolling. "Mmmm,, rrrr. Ahhhhh..." I gasped in quickly starting to feel my orgasm come to a head. Like the crescendo of a high chorus, I start to spill over. My mess soaking over my towel. A BIG NO-NO. Just then I hear someone say in a distinct American accent, "Do you need some wat...errr?" It was the sexy stranger peeking through the steam. He caught me in the middle of my act! Legs still spread eagle. 'Oh no, what do I do?' I thought... His gaze was piercing and impressed. He had met me at my most vulnerable point and I could tell he was hungry to contribute. His eyes were handsome. Hazel, deep set, wide brow. He had a distinctive smile on his face. The next words he said, I never thought to hear... "DO YOU WANT SOME HELP??" Very clear and unmistakable. "Are you my plumber?? Good lord! I've been waiting forever!!" I said remembering to keep a sense if humor and accept some teasing. I sat up, closing up, but my tits still flashing out in my minor exhaustion. "Woah there princess. No need to worry. My name is Ray. If you just want to relax, that's what we'll do. But I must say, this is only my first time here and you're just my type." I laughed a little nervously responding " Yeah. It's my first time. Honestly, I'm not used to all this. I really am just a Good girl coming out of my shell." Looking over at him now sitting next to me, I could see his big size. In order to shake the heat away from me I asked "Sooo.. Ray. What's your size? You look like you could fill a girl up like a race horse!?" I couldn't believe my impulses to do this. Had I been repressed too long? Or had I become addicted? "Is that an offer...?" he flashed a sexy smile of excitement at me. Remembering to have fun I got back in my roll "Maybe. Depends in how good you can use your hands!" "Mmm. Do I detect a challenge? Alright lay back honey." With that he moved toward me with his tall frame. Gently pushing me back on my elbows, moving my butt closer to the edge. Looking over my hips and thighs, he got down on his knees in-between me. Ever so adoringly, he caressed my legs with his hands and kisses making me squirm for a moment. Piercing me with his eyes again, he looks right at me as he enters two of his fingers into my delectable honey pot. I immediately see a soldiers tattoo on his arm and get a good sense of where this is going, reverting my stare right back at him seeing his already tight erection in his towel. Hissing, I lightly seethe my tension through my teeth. "Tisssss. Ahhhhh" He slowly starts making deep thrusts, making sure to come back and rub my little lady button with his thumb. Score. First base. "Errrrmmmm. Yessss. Hit her harrrd" Then he starts machine gunning me with his hand more speed and force making me start to whimper and he grunts a bit at my fervor. Score. Second base. Gasping in breaths now, simpering in a breathless voice I cry out "Fuck it. Right there. Yuuuuuuuuess!!" Next... next taking some of my jubilation of wetness he spreads it between my butt cheeks. Everything sopping wet. Then inserting all fingers to make me cumpletely full. He takes my breath away, continuing the fervor. Score. Third base. As he keeps rocking me to my climax he looks at me and asks "Is this good enough for your first time, princess?" "Gawd! Don't stop doooont stahhhp donnnnn. Uhh uh uhh." I finally throw my head back, full flush, and arch my back to seize my legs, gushing out all my liquid in a final act of compliment. My heart and head are ablaze with a dizzy fervor I've never felt before. With that final act, my Kundalini rose into my gut and I stood to my feet to rise right in front of his face. Lapping in his adoration , I massage his head into me before lifting his hairy mug up to my inner lips. His warm, wet lips were enough to keep me contracting the last remnants of my love emptied into his mouth, as je swallowed it down with a thirst. "Ahhh. Yes. Is that what you were looking for?" I sighed to my releif. "We've been up here far too long. Come let me give you a shower." I commanded. Both of us getting up with our towels on, we head to the showers around the corner, forgetting we had company in the sauna. We receive a small applause from another couple, both smiling profusely. We both flash a smug smile back and at each other before disappearing around the corner. Walking down the marbled hallway, I lend my hand back, leading him on. We find a private showerhead and tile bench. Impatiently he pined, "Turn around. I want to kiss your neck and pound up that perfectly wet ass of yours" Coming on a bit aggressive. I like it. "...but first, let me help slick you up..." I say with a wink. Assertively turning me around and pushing me up against the tile ledge, I slip him up in my ever present juices. I slide slowly gushing it on him even over his balls. He starts to roll his eyes back, getting weak. Impassionately pained he said, "Ahhh. I did that to you?" I laugh a litlle huffy sigh of pleasure. I pull off and let him have at it. He slams into my pucker of an ass a bit fast, but I can tell he's having fun his first time... It feels like a vice. Like a grip of tight latex wanting to choke out and drown every bit of cum from this very new, and very special stranger. I brace myself against the wall, bent over, while he holds on to my hips, pounding away into my furnace with furor. "Cum up in my ass like it's the derby" I whimper as I reach down to get one more win in on that lady button. First fast, now slow hard and deep. Fwap fwap fwap. "Argggggh!! Keep coming baby. I feel it. I feel you sucking me up" Ray cried out almost on the edge. Rocketing the pace we run it home, in full speed, until the walls of my putz seize up in a final orgasmic turmoil, so fast it takes a minute to slow down. "God damn, good girl!!" Giving a few final thrusts, he bends over and pulls me up, kissing me on my neck. Almost out of breath, Ray askes "What's your name princess?" I respond "Becky". "Do you want to go for coffee now.. Becky?" "I'd love to. Thank you. You are such a gentleman.." And that was the beginning... Touring the U.S.: San Fransisco Before the story begins, I would like to thank the co-writer. So, thanks Ted, for bringing this story to life!:) And now without further delays, we present to you “Touring the U.S.-San Fransisco.” _______________________________________________ She leaned over the restaurant table so she could say quietly to him, "I'd like you to know, I want to have sex tonight." She smiled at the shocked look on his face. "You heard right." Her voice became raspy and deep. "I want to fuck you." At 35, Joe wasn't exactly new to dating, and he'd had some interesting things happen to him on a first date, but such an explicit offer was new. He'd met Marina earlier that day. She'd come into the department store where he worked. He had helped her to choose a few small gifts to take home to her family in Australia. Together they moved from department to department, until she had all she needed. She was about ten years younger than Joe, energetic, dazzling smile, about five-five, and thin. As they spent more time together, she gradually moved closer to him as they looked at items, occasionally and accidentally rubbing her large tits against his arm as they bent over a table to look at something. He asked her if she'd like to meet for a drink after work, an hour from when they finally finished her shopping. She cheerfully agreed, and Joe gave her directions to a nice bar and restaurant next door to her hotel. When he arrived, she was sitting at the bar, chatting up the bartender. When she saw Joe she turned all her attention to him, as he sat down beside her. She'd changed out of her shorts and tank top, and was now dressed more to complement his business suit. Marina was wearing a short, tight black dress. Her legs looked fabulous and the dress constantly threatened to hike up to an inappropriate level. They enjoyed a of couple drinks, and then they took a table in the restaurant. In conversation, she revealed they would only have this one night together; she had a flight out of San Francisco to L.A. the next day. This was the first leg of an extensive tour of the US. Her boyfriend was supposed to be with her, but two nights before their departure, she'd caught him in bed with one of his neighbors. Marina had dumped him on the spot, and set off on her holiday without him. She continued breezily after her incredible offer. "I mean, we're only going to have one night together so I have nothing to gain by playing hard to get. And who cares if you decide I'm the biggest slut you've ever seen after I'm gone? Besides, you won't. I have really good instincts about people, and you're a good guy. My reputation and I am safe with you." She stopped momentarily, "I'm running off at the mouth." She took a big sip of her wine, "I've never been this out there before, but I'm enjoying this. It's liberating to be free of all the rules." She lowered her voice a bit, "I'm not a slut at home, but tonight, I'll be your slut if you want. So think about it. If you choose to accept, think about what you'd like me to do to you." With a smile, she rose and excused herself to the ladies room, leaving him with a growing hard-on. He watched her all the way, and she knew it. At the door, she turned and smiled back at him. As she put on a fresh layer of lipstick, she chuckled when she thought of the wonderful places that lipstick would be in a little bit. Her thoughts drifted back a week, to the screaming scene with her boyfriend, as he chased her outside after she had caught him screwing his next door neighbor, he yelled at her, "You'll have a horrible time without me on the trip." "I'll have a great time without you. Why should I go with a cheating ass?" "Come on baby" he implored, almost begging, "you'll be lonely so far from home all alone." "Who says I'll be alone? I can find a better man than you in each place I visit." She'd said it in anger, but on the fourteen hour flight from Sydney to San Francisco, it occurred to what better souvenir could she take home than the memory of a man from each stop. “It'll be kind of sweet,” she thought, “having several men think of me from time to time for the rest of their lives.” In eight years of sexual activity she'd only had five men-so if she was with one guy at each of her five stops, five guys in just three weeks would be out of character for her. She thought she'd discarded the idea, until she heard herself telling Joe she wanted sex. She took a deep breath. If she was going to back out of this, this was the last opportunity. Marina made her decision. When she came out, Joe, and every man in the room, watched her walk across the room. Her hips swung just a bit more than usual, enticingly. She stood at the side of the table, as Joe finished signing the check. "So, what's your answer?" "My apartment, or your hotel?" She grinned. "My hotel is right next door, and it would seem deliciously illicit doing it in a hotel, wouldn't it? Let's see if we can't go at it until the neighbors call security." Her room was on one of the top floors. They were alone in the elevator. She stood on the other side, and he thought perhaps she was regretting her impulsiveness, and mentally pulling away from the idea. Instead, she walked up to him, and kissed him hungrily, rubbing her body against his. The elevator dinged, and stopped on a floor. She broke the kiss, but kept holding him. They looked out, but no one was there. The kiss resumed before the doors finished shutting. She reached down, and slid her hands over his hardened cock. She grasped it firmly through the soft fabric. She slipped her hand into his pants, and he gasped as her hot hand encircled him. In that moment, the elevator stopped dead. The lights went out, and then the emergency lights kicked in. A voice came through the speaker a moment later. "This is hotel security. Is there anyone in this elevator?" Joe took a moment to take control of his voice before acknowledging them. "We've had a circuit breaker malfunction on this elevator. You are in no danger whatsoever, but an Engineer will have to replace that breaker in a basement panel. It should take about 30 minutes. Sorry for the inconvenience." The speaker clicked off. Marina looked into his eyes, her hand still holding his cock. "I want you." "Yes," he said amused, "you've made that pretty clear." She took his hand and slid it under her dress, to her soaked pussy. The panties had been taken off and discarded in the ladies room. The excitement of actually asking him to fuck her had been so great she'd soaked them clean through. " I mean right now. Here." Her voice was urgent, demanding. She undid his belt and slid his pants and boxers down. She hopped up, and wrapped her legs around him. They squirmed a bit together, until his cock found her opening, and slid into her. He turned, and pushed her against the wall, the arm rail going around the elevator offering some support as he hammered in and out of her. Her arms were around his neck, their lips locked together, until she needed air. "That's it Joe. Fuck me. Pound your cock into me." "You're amazing Marina." Was all he could say, in wonderment at her incredible appetite. He kept moving in and out of her, and she pulled herself up and down using his shoulders as support, pounding her pussy down on his upstroke. The entire elevator car shook with their efforts; Joe could actually hear the guides banging on the rails. "Uhhh," one of them moaned, and the other matched. Marina went motionless, as she did as she orgasmed, holding her breath for a moment as her body was taken over by her orgasm. Her pussy clamped down on Joe's cock, holding it firmly as it spurted forth its hot fluid into the depths of Marina's pussy. The elevator started up again soon after they finished. As Marina and Joe got into her room, Marina's appetite came back in full force. She turned to Joe, taking no time to shed her dress off her lovely body. "Drop the pants!" Joe quickly did as was commanded of him, and Marina came closer. She brushed her lips against his, as she took his cock in her hand, stroking it softly, letting her fingers play on the tip of his cock, as she brought her lips to his ear. "I'm going to go down and suck your cock, Joe. I've been wanting to taste it all night." Joe's already growing cock, became harder with just her words, and he watched as she slipped down to her knees, and ran her tongue along the length of him. A moan escaped her as she pushed the head of his cock past her lips. She looked up at him, a slight smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye, as she held his cock between her lips, and then in one quick movement, she engulfed him, taking his cock to the hilt. Another moan from her, louder and longer, mingled with his own as his cock jumped in her throat at the pleasure she was giving him. She kept him deep, using the muscles in her throat to milk his cock before she pulled him completely out, replacing her lips with her hands. She smiled up at him as her hands worked on his cock, one stroking the shaft, the other twisting around the head of his dick. "That tasted so good, Joe. The taste of my cum on your cock is making me so hot." She bent forward, licking the pre-cum that had seeped from him, before continuing. "I want you to fuck my mouth. I want you to drive this cock deep and hard into my throat. Will you do that for me Joe?" He nodded down at her, still a little awe-struck of this woman. She gave a laugh before placing her lips back on his cock. She let her teeth come down, nibbling and licking the tip of his cock, before she took her hands off the shaft, and began to swallow him down again. She grabbed his hips, and pushed him forward. He began to thrust hard and deep into her, causing her to moan loudly as he fucked her throat. His hand came down into her hair, and he held her close, keeping his cock buried in her mouth as he thrust a little harder. He let go, to allow her to breathe, and she moved his cock out of her mouth again. She rubbed his wet cock across her lips, cheeks, and moved the tip down her neck, as she looked up at him, giving that sexy smile. "I want you to fuck me now. My pussy is so hot from you fucking my mouth. I have to feel you in me again!" He grabbed her and lifted her to her feet. He guided her over to the bed, and positioned her on her hands and knees. She looked back smiling, wiggling her ass at him, as he came up behind her on his knees. He gave her ass a slap, and she cooed. "Mmmm..yes, Joe, spanking me! I've been a very bad girl!" He smacked her again, a little harder as he thrust his cock deep into her wet pussy. She moaned loudly, and pushed her ass back against him. He grabbed her hips and began to fuck her, thrusting his cock deep into her before pulling almost completely out. "Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me, Joe! Harder, c'mon use that goddamn cock! Oh fuck, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum all over that wonderful cock, Joe!" Joe thrust harder, and Marina began to scream as her orgasm took over her body. Joe let her finish, and then pulled out. "It's your turn to fuck me." Marina gave a little laugh, "with pleasure." She positioned herself on top of him, running his cock along her clit, before aiming it, and sitting down hard, taking his cock deep in one swift movement. Both let out loud moans, as Marina began to grind her hips on Joe's cock, moving herself in circles as she looked down at him. "Oh god, Joe, you've no idea how fucking good your cock feels in my pussy!" Joe reached up grabbing both of Marina's tits, causing another long loud moan from her. "No I don't, but I know how good your pussy feels on my cock. Now bounce!" Marina smiled and perched herself on her feet. She began to bounce, slowly at first, up and down on his cock. The bouncing picked up in speed as she began to feel another orgasm taking over. "Oooo...Joe! I'm going to cum again!" "Me too." Marina smiled as her orgasm hit her body, and when she was able to speak again, she looked down at Joe. "Fill me! Fill my pussy with your cum!" Joe's hands came back down on her hips, grabbing her hard enough that she could barely move as he emptied his seed deep within her pussy. Marina gave a sigh as she felt him cumming in her, and smiled down at him as he finished. She leaned down, and gave him a kiss, before getting up. She stood beside the bed, and in a groggy voice Joe asked, "where're you going?" "Bathroom." He watched sleepily as she walked across the room. He smiled to himself as he watched her ass swaying back and forth, and the mixture of their cum, seeping down her legs. The next day, at work in the store after seeing Marina off at the airport, Joe was surprised when Karen walked up to him and handed him a disc. A great many people who work in department stores, end up moving to the hotel business. Sales people made excellent desk clerks, both jobs requiring good people skills. Store security and hotel security were similar, and Karen had moved over to the hotel business. Rumor in the store had it, that Karen, known to be a horny woman, had been fired from the store for letting a young actress, caught red handed shop lifting, off in exchange for wild night of sex together. "What's this?" asked Joe realizing it was a DVD with a handwritten label just saying "Joe". "It's a dump from the security camera in that elevator." Joe laughed. "I thought I recognized your voice on that speaker. I'll bet you are the broken breaker too." "Hey that woman was all over you. Debby, my partner that night, and I wanted to see the action. No way we could in her room-no cameras there-so we caused a little electrical failure. All we did was stop the elevator and kill the lights, knowing the emergencies would kick in and be enough for the camera." "Did you enjoy the show?" Joe's voice showed he was more amused than mad. "She made me pretty hot, but then I swing that way. Debby is straight though. She put her phone number is on a slip of paper under the DVD." Soon after her plane took off, Marina dug the small notebook she'd bought in the airport out of her bag. Taking a pen, she wrote on the first page, "Joe". Then she proceeded to write how she met him, and how she fucked him all night long. Finishing, she counted pages in the notebook, and realized she might have room for more than four more men. Touring Together (Author's note: the main characters are both British, so UK spellings are used throughout.) * "What about there?" Stephanie asked, as they stopped on the crest of the hill and looked down at the small red-tiled town in the valley below. "I bet there's a campsite there." Alan leaned forward, resting on the handlebars of his bicycle, catching his breath. Stephanie was proving fitter than he was, or maybe it was because he was too much of a gentleman to allow her to carry her fair share of their touring equipment. "Yeah," he replied. "We've done fifty miles today. Time we found somewhere to camp." She hopped back up onto her saddle and rolled down the hill towards the town, picking up speed, her red hair flying in the breeze. Alan kicked his heavily laden touring cycle into motion with a sigh, and followed her down the hill. They found the campsite easily enough, and pitched their small tents. By now, a week into the two-week tour along the Loire valley of France, they were quite expert at it. This hadn't been where they'd intended to camp. They'd been delayed fixing a broken chain on Stephanie's bike. When it became obvious they wouldn't reach their destination for the day, they'd stopped at a small village with a boulangerie and charcuterie, and bought some bread, ham, cheese, olives and wine for their evening meal, in case they had to camp in a field at the roadside. But Stephanie had set a good pace and they'd made it to this town with plenty of time before it got dark. They settled down in front of the tents to share their dinner. The wine flowed freely, and soon both were a little drunk. "Alex? That dickhead?" she giggled. "He just wanted a pretty girl to take to his lawyer functions. I'm well shot of him!" The conversation had drifted round to previous partners, and Stephanie was listing all the flaws of her previous boyfriends. "I swear he'd have forgotten my name if he didn't use it so much begging me for sex!" Then she put him on the spot: "What about you, though? I've not seen a hint of any girlfriends at all. If it wasn't for what John tells me, I'd think you weren't interested in girls!" John was Stephanie's brother. The three of them had shared a student flat for most of the last year. It was in John's name, and when his sister had needed somewhere to stay, soon after their previous flatmate had suddenly quit university, John had offered the vacant room to her. The three of them got on very well, and so they'd planned this cycling holiday together for the summer. Unfortunately, two days in, John had slipped at a campsite and sprained his ankle, so had had to give up. Alan and Stephanie had decided to continue, though. Alan blushed. "Well my break up with Fiona last year was a bit rough, Steph. I didn't really feel like jumping straight back in after that. And then I... I just haven't found the right girl." He looked up and their eyes met. Something in his gaze made the penny drop in her mind - told her that he had found a girl he fancied, but was to nervous to ask. And that girl was her. "Alan, why're you looking at me like that?" she asked, deciding to force the issue. She was fond of him, and thinking about it she realised that over the last week her fondness had grown. "Do you fancy me?" she asked, with a mock coy smile. She might as well get a little fun out of teasing him. "Plain little me?" she grinned, coquettishly. She was anything but plain, truth be told. She had flaming red hair, which she wore long, and a slender figure. Her small breasts were prominent under her tight pale blue cycling top, and her loose knee-length shorts revealed elegant calves. "I, er, I..." Alan stuttered. "You're not going to jump on me, are you?" she giggled. "Have you been trying to get me tipsy so you can have your wicked way with me?" "Steph, don't be like that!" he replied, a little annoyed with her now, and he started to get up. "Sorry," she said, suddenly contrite. "That wasn't fair, was it?" And she leaned forward and placed a single brief kiss on his lips, by way of an apology, catching him unexpectedly. They froze and looked into each other's eyes, only six inches apart. The moment stretched out. "Steph..." Alan said, hesitantly, and leaned forward to kiss her back. Suddenly they were kissing passionately. Their mouths opened and their arms reached round each other. Alan was stroking her beautiful red hair and she was running her fingers along his jaw line. A desperate lust overtook Alan, and he pressed forward, slowly pushing her flat onto the grass. His knee nudged her legs apart, and she curled one foot round the back of his calf. Her wine glass was carelessly knocked aside, the red liquid spilling across the grass. His other hand slid up her side, towards her left breast. "Oh, Alan," she moaned, carried away by the moment. But Alan suddenly had qualms about the speed with which things were happening. He broke the kiss and rolled off her. "Steph, are you sure about this? We're both a bit drunk. I don't wanna spoil things between us." She looked back at him, cheeks flushed. The moment had been broken. "Well, I guess..." she replied, and sighed. A deep sigh that did wonderful things to her modest chest. By mutual unvoiced decision, they retired to their separate tents, even though it was a little early to sleep. Neither dared come out again to wash and get ready for bed, in case they met the other, so they both crashed out in their cycling clothes. The wine and exercise ensured they were soon both fast asleep. ==================== The next morning was gloriously sunny. At first they acted awkwardly around each other, until Stephanie dropped a tin coffee mug and their sudden laughter broke the tension. Now at ease again, they finished their breakfast and went to the shower block to wash themselves and change into clean clothes. Once in fresh clothing, they broke camp. An impartial observer might have noticed that they brushed against each other a bit more than sheer chance would suggest, but neither of them were conscious of this. "I need to get something from the shop," Stephanie told Alan. "Why don't you check the maps for today's route?" "OK, Steph," Alan replied, and she walked off towards a shop they'd spotted the day before. She was back in ten minutes, and they set off. That day's stage was going to be flat, along the valley floor, along a straight road between open fields, with the occasional orchard. They made good progress and soon it was time to stop for a lunch at a small restaurant in a picturesque village. The afternoon went well too. They chatted inconsequentially as they pedalled, eating up the miles. Come mid afternoon, they stopped by the side of an orchard. "Let's pop in here and get a bit of shade," Stephanie suggested. "Yeah, great idea!" Alan agreed, and the two of them hopped over the low wall with their snacks and water bottles. Once in the orchard, Stephanie turned to Alan. "About last night..." she started. "Don't worry about it," he replied. "We were drunk. Let's forget about it." "No, let's not," she retorted, surprising him. "I've been thinking. You like me. I like you. Why not give it a try?" "You're serious?" he asked, incredulous at the matter of fact way she was treating this. She was so different from Fiona, who had flounced and pouted and sulked at the slightest opportunity. Stephanie was a breath of fresh air after that. "Of course I'm serious, you daft mutt! I don't say things I don't mean! Now come here and kiss me." That last left him flabbergasted. He'd never been propositioned so directly before. But something told him that this was the moment that would decide whether things would go further between them, so he stepped forward and embraced her. Their lips met, passionately. His kiss had almost seven months of pent-up longing behind it, and its forcefulness surprised her. She spread her fingers across his muscular back and opened her mouth to him. He ran his fingers again through that fiery hair that he found so entrancing. In no time at all, Alan had a raging erection. Stephanie could feel it press against her lower belly, and the need it aroused in her gave her the courage to put the next part of her plan into action. She wriggled free of him, holding him back with her hand on his chest when he tried to close the gap once more. Looking him straight in the eyes, she lifted her other hand to the zip of her cycling top, and hovered it there. Quietly, but very clearly, never breaking their gaze for a moment, she said, "Alan, let's fuck." His jaw dropped an inch. He didn't know what to say. "Yes!" the voice in his head screamed, but the speed of her seduction, if such a matter of fact proposal could even be called seduction, left him unable to articulate it. "Look. You want to. I want to. So let's just do it," she said, stepping up to him and kissing him again, silencing any protest he might have. She took his hand from behind her back, where it had crept once more, and brought it back round in front, placing it on her left breast. "Mmmm...," she murmured. Alan's reservations crumbled. Yes, he really did fancy her. More cautious than her by nature, he'd have preferred to take it slower, but her obvious enthusiasm quickly brushed aside the concerns he had about going all the way so quickly. He started to caress her breast and their kiss deepened. Stephanie's free hand reached for Alan's backside. He had well toned buttocks, from all the cycling he did, and she loved the firm feel of them. But she wanted more, so she reluctantly let go and slid her hand in between their bodies, reaching for his cock. "You've got a lovely dick, Alan," she growled, squeezing it through his shorts. "I can't wait to feel it in me." Alan reached for the zip of her pastel pink and grey cycling top. He slid it down, exposing a triangle of flesh from her neck down to her cleavage, and bent to kiss her there. Her skin was warm from the exertion of cycling, and flushed with her excitement. He tasted her fresh sweat, and the musky smell from between her breasts aroused him still further. She wasn't wearing a bra, he realised -- her small breasts didn't really need one. The zip of her top didn't go far enough down to let him expose her chest, so instead he reached down and pulled her top up. Steph put her arms round his neck to give him full access to her torso. He massaged her small pale breasts, and then bent to kiss one. She moaned with pleasure as his tongue circled her nipple then his lips took hold of it gently, leaning back, supported in his strong arms, losing herself in the sweet sensations as his lips teased her. Alan's lips grazed their way down her belly to the waist of her shorts. As she leaned further back, he lowered her carefully onto the grass between the apple trees. She looked up at him, mouth half open, pupils dilated, excited and willing to give herself completely to him. Alan knelt down beside her and kissed her flat stomach again. He was fascinated by the navel piercing he'd found when he raised her top. He'd not seen one this close up before and he kissed around it, unsure whether he could actually touch it without causing her discomfort. As he kissed her firm belly, his hands found the button and tie at the waist of her loose cycling shorts. He fumbled them open and slipped a hand down the front. Stephanie moaned as he found her panties and wormed his hand inside, exploring her thin strip of pubic hair and following it down to her pussy. "Oh, yes, Alan. Finger me, please!" she whispered to him. His middle finger slipped easily between her outer lips, brushing over her clit, and downwards, deeper into her pussy. She was already wet, and his finger slid up and down the inside of her pussy lips, collecting her juices. He pulled his finger out from her panties and brought it to his mouth, tasting her tentatively. She tasted creamy, with a sharp note behind that lingered on the palette. Alan smiled and licked his lips to show her how much he liked it, before slipping his hand back down into her panties. This time he made straight for her opening. He pushed gently and she opened slightly, but not enough. A second push, slightly harder, and his finger slipped right into her. Stephanie moaned. It felt good to have something inside her, but she really wanted his cock in there! Alan curled and uncurled his finger inside Steph, massaging the inner walls of her vagina. Then he thrust in and out, before returning to the curling movements. The stimulation of her sensitive inner tissues was starting to build up towards a sensational orgasm for Stephanie, but she knew from experience pleasuring herself that she couldn't manage to come purely from that. She waited until the pleasure was as great and as taut as it was going to get, then ordered Alan urgently, "My clit -- rub my clit now!" Alan pulled out from her and slid the tip of his finger up to where he could feel her most sensitive organ peeking out from its fleshy hood. Wary of over-stimulating and hurting her, he simply caressed her with the pad of his finger. She arched her hips upwards, clearly begging him to be firmer. He responded by rubbing her clit back and forth, then round and round, as her moans became whimpers and then cries. "Don't stop," she cried out to him. "Don't -- fucking -- stop -- now. I'm gonna come, I'm gonna..." And with that she was carried away on a wave of sensation, flooding out from her crotch and searing up through her belly and down her limbs, making her muscles tense and her body shake. She opened her mouth wide and gasped over and over, her eyes looking up at the sky but seeing nothing. Then like ripples dying in a pool, the waves of pleasure eased and faded, and she came back to the here and now. She looked Alan in the eye. "That was brilliant. That was so fucking brilliant!" She held out her arms for him to hug her, while she recovered from what was the best orgasm she had had in months. Whilst her breathing slowly returned to normal, she clung to Alan, stroking his hair, pushing stray locks away from his forehead and kissing him there. Once the post-orgasmic fug had cleared from her brain, she pressed her nose against Alan's, looked him right in the eyes so close that she could barely focus, and said, "OK, Alan. It's your turn to get your jollies. I want you to fuck me. I want you to stick your cock right in me and fuck me as hard as you bloody well can!" "But don't we need..." Alan started, common sense fighting his desire to just jump on this wonderful girl and screw her, and common sense only just winning. "I'm on the pill," she replied. "But to start with, maybe we should use a condom too." She kissed him on the nose. "And I've got one in the back pocket of my top." She wriggled out of the pastel cycling top which was rucked up above her breasts, then turned it over and took out a little packet. "My mother was a scout leader," she grinned. "She taught me that a girl should always be prepared. Especially when out hunting." And she winked. "You were hunting me?" he echoed. "Oh, yes. I wasn't sure until this morning, but last night made me examine my feelings. I woke up this morning convinced that I was going to have you, and that it would be today. I bought the condoms in the shop, and each wood or sheltered spot we've cycled past today, I've been looking at to decide if that's where I was going to seduce you." "And now that I've caught you, what am I going to do with you?" she continued. "Or what are you going to do with me?" She made a game of pausing to think for a moment, pulling faces as if deep in concentration. "I know! You're going to put that rubber over your wonderful hard cock, and then stick it right in me, here and now. How about that?" "Sounds good to me!" Alan laughed, and started to pull off his own top. Stephanie pulled down her unbuttoned shorts and sodden panties as quickly as she could, then jumped up onto her knees in front of Alan, just as he was pulling his top over his head. She grabbed the waist band of his shorts, and yanked them down, along with his underpants. "Let's see what's in here then," she growled playfully. "Oh, yes. That is a fine specimen." She cradled it in her hands and kissed the very tip. "Oh yes, that's going to feel so good inside me." Stephanie let go of his cock and lowered herself back to the grass, lying there, red hair spread out on the grass, arms above her head, legs apart with knees raised, waiting for him to ravish her. She smiled up at him as if this was the best place in the whole world for her to be, lying there, waiting to be taken by her new lover. Alan kicked off his shorts and rolled the condom down over his straining penis. He knelt between Stephanie's legs and shuffled up, leaning forward above her to rest his weight on one arm. Stephanie reached down, and together they manoeuvred the tip of his cock to her entrance. She caught his eye, smiled, and nodded. That was all the invitation he needed, and with a slow steady pressure, he pushed his cock into her warm wet pussy. Alan sank into Stephanie until their bellies and pubic hair pressed together. He stopped, embedded deeply in her, and she twined her calves round his to lock them together. They stayed like that for almost a minute, relishing the sensations of their bodies joined together at the hips, him savouring her damp, tight warmth, and her enjoying the feeling of fullness that confirmed her womanhood. Then slowly, at first, but gathering speed, Alan started to thrust in and out of her. She pushed back up at him, clenching her buttocks, trying for force him deeper inside her, and each time she did so it tightened the muscles of her vagina, so that Alan felt the most delicious pressure. Despite her moistness, the friction began to build, and it drove Alan to new heights of lust. Stephanie was no longer his friend and flatmate in his eyes, she was a nubile willing woman, to be fucked with every ounce of strength in him, nailed against the ground and hammered until she begged for mercy or he sprayed his seed into her. He grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, holding her down as he slammed into her time and time again. Stephanie gasped under the onslaught, surprised, and unsure what had brought on this sudden roughness in the normally mild Alan. She hoped he wouldn't overdo it, but for the moment she was absolutely loving it. An assertive young woman, who wasn't afraid to go for whatever she wanted, she nevertheless harboured a fantasy of being pinned down and ravished by a man she had pushed beyond the limits of his self control. She closed her eyes and revelled as the dream became reality. After a few minutes of this frantic fucking, a tingling warmth began to spread from between Stephanie's thighs, creeping through her limbs. She arched her body as the first wave of orgasm hit her, straining against the hands that held her down. Her breath came in short gasps and she let out a string of obscenities as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure coursed through her. As she came, her cunt spasmed and tightened, squeezing Alan's prick and setting off his orgasm too. He thrust hard into her once last time, and held himself there; shooting his cum into her and into the condom he wore. "Steph, oh Steph, I'm coming, I'm coming..." he gasped. As their climaxes faded, the two new lovers held each other tight, cementing the bond that was growing between them. Then Alan pulled out and peeled off the condom. They lay there, side by side, holding hands and looking up at the sky, the sweat drying on their bodies. Ten minutes later, they reluctantly got up. They had many miles still to cycle that day, and didn't want to still be on the road come nightfall. They brushed the dirt off each other's backs and limbs, then pulled on their clothes. Touring Together "I'm hungry again," said Alan, smiling at the thought of just why he was so hungry. "I'm sure the farmer won't miss just a couple of apples." He picked two, and they bit into them as they returned hand in hand to their bicycles. ==================== Twenty years later, a blue electric hydrogen-fuel-cell hatchback whirred to a halt by the very same orchard. A smartly dressed man and a red-haired woman got out, followed by a little boy and girl of about ten and eight years respectively. The couple shared a strange smile hinting secret knowledge, and past times remembered. "Daddy? Why've we stopped here?" the little girl, Sarah, enquired. "When daddy and I were students, we went on a cycle tour here. We just wanted to see if the place had changed," her mother replied. Alan reached for two apples hanging from a bough projecting over the stone wall. He bit into one, handed the other to his wife, then hand in they walked back to their car.