1 comments/ 35672 views/ 3 favorites Up All Night By: Irish Moss Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. I had no idea why I was having so much trouble falling asleep; I was physically tired and hadn't consumed any caffeine, but I guess I just wasn't sleepy. Before I completely annoyed the guy I was sharing a room with by tossing and turning all night, I finally got up and just figured I'd hang out downstairs where I wouldn't bother anyone. As I made my way down the hall to the stairs, I could hear the snoring of what sounded like everyone else who was on the retreat. We were in a big, old farmhouse out in the woods and had spent the day doing maintenance and landscaping, a volunteer activity that most of us participated in at least a couple of times a year. The work had apparently worn out everyone except me, or so I thought. At the bottom of the stairs, I could see through the kitchen and into the living room, where somebody sat on one of the couches with a lamp on and her back to me. It looked like Karen and, when she turned to see who was crossing the squeaky floor, my suspicion was confirmed. "What are you doing up?" she asked, once I was close enough that I'd be able to hear her whisper. I sat beside her on the couch, noting that she wore a white nightshirt with apparently nothing under it. "Couldn't sleep," I replied, "and you?" "I couldn't sleep, either," she said, "I felt as though I'd had an espresso with dinner...wide awake." I could tell that the wheels were spinning inside her head; Karen was a modern-day hippie who saw a deeper meaning in every event, no matter how minor. While she figured out why we both ended up awake in the middle of the night, my eyes dropped to admire her body. She had pretty large tits, that appeared to be standing up pretty firmly despite the apparent lack of a bra, and though I couldn't see up under her nightshirt, I checked her hips and didn't see anything through the white material that suggested she was wearing panties. The idea of her being naked under her nightshirt was very appealing but I had to be careful that I didn't pitch a tent in my lounge pants. I doubted that she'd reach the conclusion that, if we were both awake, we might as well get naked and have some fun, so I was trying to think of how else I might get a peek at what was under her nightshirt. "This may sound weird," she started, finally speaking again, "but I'm getting this strong feeling that we're meant to make a connection tonight, that's why we're both awake but no one else is." I was afraid that meant talking and sharing our feelings until she pulled her nightshirt up over her head. I'm sure my eyes went wide and my jaw dropped as I tried to take in her luscious tits, topped with large areolas and hard, thick nipples, and her trim, dark blonde bush. As she lay back against the end of the couch, I started moving, pulling off my t-shirt and slipping out of my lounge pants, my rigid tool springing out. She reached out her arms to beckon me between her spread legs, so I moved up over her and guided my tool into her pussy as she wrapped her arms around me. We both moaned softly as I slid easily into her; she was pretty snug, but extremely wet. I started to slowly fuck her while I brought my mouth to hers and we started to make out. I could feel her tits pressing against my chest and wasn't going to let this unexpected experience go by without getting my hands on them. For the moment, however, I was content to slide my cock in and out of her sweet pussy and feel her tongue exploring my mouth. Karen and I had flirted a bit before but, although I thought she had a hot body, I also thought she was too flighty to pursue for any sort of relationship. I was perfectly willing to accept her flightiness, though, if it meant lying naked on top of her with my cock buried in her pussy. She was raising her hips up to meet each of my incoming thrusts and was obviously fully invested in her assessment of the reason for our sleeplessness. I wasn't willing to accept a mere fifteen minutes or so of missionary sex as the whim of the universe, however, so I didn't even wait until I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm before I changed things up. I figured if she questioned my actions, I'd just say that I had a strong feeling that it was what I should be doing. I slipped my cock out of her and pulled my mouth from hers, but she didn't seem put off as I moved up to straddle her and laid my cock between her luscious globes. She squeezed them together around my tool and I started to slide it in and out of her soft, smooth cleavage. Fucking her had felt great and fucking her tits certainly didn't disappoint, either. I was looking down at her tits, admiring the freckled skin and thinking about running my tongue around her areolas and sucking her hard nipples, while her attention was focused on the head of my cock as it repeatedly peeked out of her cleavage. She seemed pretty engrossed in watching it and I noticed that she was running her tongue over her lips and occasionally opening her mouth as though to accept my cockhead, even though it wasn't coming that close. I didn't want to deny her needs, since she had thus far indulged mine, so after I'd savored the feeling of sliding my cock between her tits for what I felt was an acceptable amount of time, I pulled it free and moved up toward her head. She let go of her tits and took my cock in one hand, guiding it to her mouth as the other hand caressed my balls. I moaned again as her hot mouth engulfed my throbbing tool and her lips started to slide up and down my shaft. I relished the feel of her mouth for a little while, but it didn't take too much of her stellar cocksucking before I was starting to feel the first stirrings of an orgasm. I certainly wasn't ready to be done yet, so I eventually withdrew my cock from her mouth before it was too late and moved back down between her legs, this time with my face right before her dark blonde bush. It felt like we had done a lot in a short time already, and maybe it was just because I was overly anxious, so I decided to spend some quality time licking her pussy if she'd let me and hopefully bring her off as she'd come so close to doing for me. I kissed her smooth inner thighs as she reached down to run her fingers through my hair. I glanced up to see that her arms were squeezing her tits together and, even though I'd already fucked them, I was still savoring the opportunity to see what I had admired so often before; I made a mental note to also see how her bare ass looked before she covered it up again. I ran my tongue up her slit, tasting the abundance of pungent juices that was collecting there and causing her to moan softly. I smiled because it pleased me that something I was enjoying so much was giving her pleasure as well. I slowly ran my tongue up her pussy, tasting her nectar and causing her to writhe about. When my tongue contacted her clit, she sucked in her breath, but I continued to lap at her entire pussy until I knew she was good and worked up before focusing on it. I slipped a finger into her and started to slide it in and out while licking, then sucking, her clit. She initially let out a moan that was a bit louder than she'd anticipated, so she put the corner of a throw pillow in her mouth as she rocked her hips toward my face. With the hand that wasn't holding the pillow, she held the back of my head as if to make sure that I didn't decide to leave before I'd finished the job. I had no desire to be anywhere else and was pleased that I'd been granted access to her sweet pussy, so I continued to enjoy eating her while simultaneously bringing her closer and closer to, what appeared to be, a pretty intense orgasm. Her pussy was becoming even wetter and more engorged around my probing finger as her body also started tensing up. The pillow barely muffled the noise that slipped out when she started to cum, the tension leaving her body but several powerful shudders passing through it. I continued to lap at her clit as she came, her juices drenching my finger, then slipped my hand free and sucked my finger clean. As soon as she was able, I told her to turn over, which she did, her ass up in the air for me. I took the time to admire it, running my hands over it, kissing it and tonguing her asshole before kneeling behind her and guiding my cock back into her hot, dripping pussy. We both moaned again, careful to keep it low, as my cock filled her and my hips tapped against her awesome ass. I took her by the hips and started to fuck her, starting off slowly but, as she started pushing back against me, clearly still very worked up from her recent orgasm, I picked up the pace. As I slipped my hands down to fondle her swinging tits, she reached back between her legs to stroke her clit as I fucked her. She was pressing her face against the couch cushion but I could still hear her moaning as she quickly approached another orgasm, right on the heels of the first. Her pussy felt heavenly sliding up and down my cock just as her tits did in my hands, but it sounded as though she was enjoying herself even more than I was for the moment. I moved my hands back up to her hips, thinking I could give her deeper penetration that way and, after a few full thrusts deep into her hot pussy, I felt her body tremble as she came once again. I continued to fuck her until I was sure she'd finished cumming, then pulled out and sat in the middle of the couch. She straightened up and moved around to straddle me, sitting on my rigid tool with her luscious tits right in front of me. As she started riding up and down, I caressed her tits, gently tracing circles around her large areolas and stroking her thick, hard nipples. While her pussy felt absolutely outstanding, I sort of lost myself in her tits for a while after so much time of stealing glances at them wrapped in a tight t-shirt or sweater and now having them right there in front of me. My own orgasm was slowly starting to build up again, but I was raising Karen's tits so that I could run my tongue around her areolas and suck her hard nipples. As I felt myself getting closer to cumming, I ended up leaning back and watching her tits bouncing while reaching around to run my hands over her ass. I was pushing up into her, enjoying the increasing levels of pleasure I was experiencing thanks to her hot pussy. She must have been able to sense when I was about on the verge, because she stopped riding me, climbed off to kneel on the floor and wrapped her lips around my tool. With one hand around the base, stroking as she sucked, Karen slid her hot mouth up and down my throbbing tool as I relaxed against the back of the couch, watching. She was a talented cocksucker, not just bobbing her head up and down, but doing whatever she could to draw the pleasure out longer, though I got the impression that this was not just for my benefit; she seemed to be getting as much out of sucking my cock as I was. I started to run my fingers through her dark blonde hair as I got closer to cumming, though I resisted pushing my cock any deeper into her mouth as she was doing an outstanding job of bringing on my orgasm without my assistance. My cock started to swell even more as I was right on the verge but Karen never let up, even as I exploded with a soft grunt into her mouth. She swallowed my load and continued to nurse my cock until I was completely spent, then let it fall from her mouth and smiled up at me. "That felt right," she finally said, "what do you think?" "I think that was absolutely outstanding," I replied, "the best remedy for sleeplessness I've ever tried." "I think I can probably sleep now, though," she said, "but maybe we should stay together down here just in case we wake up again." We got dressed again and pulled an afghan off the back of the couch, lying together under it as we finally drifted off. Up All Night Down Under The Perth, Australia bar and grill was filled with American sailors and Marines -- they'd arrived a week ago and were to leave in two days. It was the fourth Thursday of November, and some of the troops looked bothered they were missing some American holiday called Thanksgiving. Something they wanted to spend in the States, not Perth. She didn't know why they were so depressed. In America, it was about winter time -- here, on the other side of the Equator, it was summer and the beaches were filled with Aussie girls wanting American-accented military men. Michelle had laughed about the idea earlier in the day. The last thing she wanted was a fling with some arrogant American, but her teenage coworker was praising the skills of a Marine she'd bedded the night before. When one insisted Michelle go out with "the guys," she'd initially declined. Then she thought she might just meet a friendly U.S. boy. Michelle didn't want to go out with the company's old buggers. They were a bunch of arrogant asses she worked with at the timber company, but they persuaded her to go out. So here she was, with five old, ugly typical guys. They cracked jokes about the waitresses as they drank their beer, but Michelle was feeling okay after four rum and Cokes -- she didn't even hear the burly coworkers anymore. She was paying attention to the brown-haired American a table away. How long had it been since she'd had sex? A year since her husband left her and her son? At least a year. Last night didn't count, because masturbation isn't sex unless a person is a nun or a priest -- and Michelle was far from that. She wasn't a whore, but she was definitely not a nun. She loved orgasms. She was approaching her sexual peak, being 33-years-old. The man -- hell, not really a man, he couldn't have been older than 21 -- he was cute, and he smiled a lot. She liked that idea. He laughed with his two friends, and he smiled as they laughed at his jokes. Sure seemed like he would treat a woman right from a table away. Navy photographer's mate 2nd class Nick Boston looked at his watch. It was 9:54 p.m. He smirked at his luck. Single and in Australia, he hadn't hooked-up once -- and he was on duty in eight hours. He'd decided to leave the Perth scene at 10 p.m., go back to USS Wake Island and get a good night of sleep before having to help the public affairs pukes with shipboard tours at Zero-Dark-30. "John," he looked at one of his Marine friends, "I gotta fucking rack out. I'm going to leave." He was disappointed. He had fallen in love about 435 times an hour while walking the Perth and Fremantle streets; he had fallen in lust twice as many times; but it was all for naught. No sex, no kisses, nadda. A few nice smiles, but no sex. He would have to wait until the ship returned to its home port in Bremerton, Washington in December -- the girls there liked to cuddle up in the chilly weather. Michelle saw the boy look at his watch and indicate he was leaving -- she saw him say "going to leave." Thank God they both spoke English. She sipped down her rum and Coke and got brave. "HEY!" she yelled over the Rolling Stone's music. "Hey you!" The brown-haired man turned and looked at the blonde woman sitting surrounded by five husky Australia's. They looked like lumberjacks. He decided she wasn't talking to him and looked at his friends. "She's talking to you, dude," John said. "Huh?" "Hey, you!" Michelle yelled again. If this didn't work, she was going to give up. She thought he was cute, but wasn't going to waste her efforts or self-esteem on a boy who wouldn't look at her twice. "Me?" he asked, confirming. The woman smiled. "Yes, you. Come here. You and your friends, come here. Come talk with us. We like talking to American's. You are fun to hang out with." That accent -- that Australian accent -- was drove him nuts. He loved the tone of her voice. She was pretty. Older, maybe 30 or 35, but pretty. Blonde hair to her shoulders. Big blue eyes, but somehow she looked sad. Like a person whose heart had slipped into the mighty Pacific Ocean. He sat down with his two friends and the group exchanged handshakes and how-do-you-dos. He was right, the Australians were lumberjacks like the men he knew in Washington State. The woman -- Michelle -- got up and forced the men to move one seat over so she could sit next to the American who she first noticed -- Nick. "Hi," she leaned over to him, putting her chin on his bicep. She felt strength there. "Wow. Impressive," she smiled wrapping her hand around his arm. He hid his muscle in a loose fitting shirt -- most men would show that off, she thought. It made her desire him even more, but he looked so clueless to the notion -- like he was just going with the flow. "Thanks," he smiled. Michelle leaned up and kissed him, pulled back two inches and looked at him. He didn't try to jam his tongue in her mouth, he just accepted the kiss and kissed back lightly. It was the perfect first kiss. She felt him exhale, air brushing against her face -- he smelled fresh, his breath clean -- not like other men she'd been with, scented with two days of body odor and coffee. She wrapped her hand into his and kissed him harder, flickering her tongue into his mouth. Okay, he decided, I'm not going to make 10 p.m. Taps-taps-lights-out on the ship tonight. I'm going to stay in Perth for a little while longer. I'll be back onboard before midnight, though. Probably. "I've got a secret to tell you," she said, leaning closer and whispering into his ear. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you tonight." Midnight suddenly sounded a little early. "You two should go get a room," a sailor said at the table. Laughter erupted among the seven guys drinking beer and talking dick-and-fart jokes while they looked at the couple acting like 15-year-olds making out for the first time. "A fuckin' room," one of the lumberjacks added. More laughter, but Michelle just glared into Nick's eyes and stood up. "We are. Bye." She lead him by the hand and embraced him as he stood up. It was the first time their entire bodies touched in the dark but-lively-bar. Her body was electrified, like she was on her honeymoon again -- except this was different. This man liked to smile, unlike her exhusband. He bitched and complained like a girl with acne at the Christmas formal dance. Michelle felt his body -- as much as she could without being booted out quickly. The boy was about a half-metre taller than her, and felt ripped underneath his clothes -- but it wasn't something a person would know just looking at him. He had no body fat she could feel. His hazel-green eyes looked down into hers. His skin was tanned with freckles on the back of his shoulders. She wanted him. She repeated the fact to him. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you tonight." This is insane, Nick thought. This is going to be some terrible joke. This chick's going to have a dick or something. I don't have this kind of luck. Beautiful women go for jerks, I've seen it four thousand times -- why did she pick me? And she was beautiful, the more he looked at her, the more he realized it. Fifteen years ago, she was probably the queen of her high school prom -- or whatever they have down here down under. She had a small body and small breasts -- but he liked the idea of holding all of her in his arms -- if it wasn't a terrible joke or transvestite looking to upend his night. Ten minutes later, they were checking into a nice hotel three blocks away. Nick asked for a room with a spa and balcony. If it did go south, he wanted to at least be able to get some rest himself. They kissed in the elevator and he reached his fingers up and down Michelle's body. Spreading her legs apart and pressing his hand against her pussy, he felt how she melted against him. She wanted to cum right there -- right in the lift. Why had he called it an elevator? Funny language differences, American's saying a lift is an elevator. Well, hopefully "fuck" means the same thing in both versions of English -- so far it seemed like Nick translated it the same way she did, despite their different nationalities and the apparent generation gap. He fumbled with the cardkey to the room and they kissed frantically like it was their night of losing virginity. For Michelle, it had been 15 months since her ex-husband last touched her. For Nick, his last affair was with a friend of his named Jenni from a coffee house in Bremerton. Nick pulled off Michelle's gray sweatshirt, her small breasts held in place by a gray bra. He nuzzled against her body. Her white skin tasted like heaven as he ran his teeth and tongue against her sternum. His hands darted up her back, massaging the back of her ribs with the palm of his hand and unclipping her bra with the second. It fell to the floor revealing her 32B breasts -- her nipples hard in the excitement of the moment. He returned to her lips, took off his shirt and held her close. "Michelle ... we don't have to do anything if you don't want to," he offered. He hated the idea of taking advantage of a lonely woman, no matter where he was at. "What did I tell you before?" she smiled. "Um." "I told you I'm going to fuck the hell out of you. Now, get on the bed," she smiled, pushing him down onto the comforter. She straddled his waist and touched his body while he kissed her chest. No body fat on him, she thought again. She never was with a better-looking man. She felt intimidated, like he would suddenly realize he could do better and leave her in this room. And she didn't need that now. She wanted to get laid. His hands caressed her waist, breasts, shoulders and neck as she reached back to grab his crouch with her left hand. "Damn," he breathed. "You're so beautiful." "You're just saying that because my hands on your nads," she spoke with her accent flooding his ears. "No. You are really so beautiful. Why are you so sad?" She leaned to his face and kissed him. "I'm not sad, love. I'm not sad tonight. Be happy with me." He rolled Michelle onto her back and weighed his body against her. He knew one way to make her happy. He pulled down her grey stretch pants and panties in one motion -- she kicked off her shoes. He stood, looked down at her and wish he had his camera for the moment. She was beauty. He slowly pulled off her socks and kissed from her Achilles' Heel, calf muscle and ran his tongue -- firmly running it up beyond her knee. Her legs spread as his head pried them open, his hands wrapped in back, holding her ass -- and he pressed his mouth against the woman's warm, wet passion. Her hair down under was unlike any other women he had pleasured. It was soft, blonde. Some girls had steel brush for pubic hair, but not this one. He thought he would never tire of tasting this woman -- and he didn't have to worry about bristle-rash. Michelle's legs rested on Nick's shoulders and back. God, she was feeling so wet by just looking at the boy -- and now he was pleasing her. It was like a fantasy she'd never even considered coming true. A handsome American sailor ravaging her -- not some lame boyfriend who used her as a penis-outlet for 13 seconds a night. She gyrated as he tongued her, lashing against her pussy. When was the last time anybody gave her oral? she thought. Not in her five years of marriage -- and just twice while they'd been engaged -- and that was lousy. Someone had taught this sailor well -- he seemed happy where he was at, and Michelle let him know she appreciated it. Heat climbed up her loins and through her spinal cord. She matted his hair as she held his head between her legs softly. "Oh, God. That's amazing. That feels good, hon. So good -- oh so good." It just encouraged him. He sucked on her clit harder, freed one of his hands and played with her clit -- then sank a finger into her while he sucked on her clit and lips of her pussy. The snapping of wetness make him urn to be inside her, but he kept licking until she was screaming in ecstasy. "OH -- Oh my, YES YES!" she yelped. She flailed clawing Nick's neck with one hand and set of fingernails, and grabbing a pillow with the other to scream into hoping to contain the ecstasy. The fingernails scratched him, and he felt an instant of pain and pleasure. He kissed back up her body and laid his weight onto her. "You okay?" he asked. "I am so okay," she confirmed, pushing him over and straddling his body. "Do you have protection?" Michelle asked. "Um, I am a believer in the Second Amendment," he smiled. "What?" she asked confused. "Forget it. Dumb American joke. Yes. I have condoms." "What do you call it?" "Condoms." "Oh -- you mean rubbers?" "Yeah," he smiled. "That's what I called them in seventh grade when I was as likely to use them as I was likely to use an AARP card." "AARP card? What is that?" "Um, forget it," he smiled. Some humor doesn't translate. She kissed his lips and bare chest as he fished for the protection in his front pocket. He'd grabbed them from the quarterdeck -- partially as a joke, but he didn't know. Now, he was glad it did ... this would be a hell of a time to be looking for condoms. Her naked body straddled him and unbuttoned his jeans, ripping them down. She looked at his white Fruit of the Loom briefs and squealed in laughter. "What is that?" Michelle said incredulously. "What is what?" Nick asked. Suddenly, he felt stupid. Was the hardness stretching from his underwear so embarrassingly small that it just made this woman giggle insultingly. "What are this?" she grabbed the underwear. "Underwear." "They aren't right." "What do you mean?" he laughed. "I've never seen underwear like these before." "There briefs," he smiled. "Boxers aren't easy to come buy on Navy ships. Don't ask me why. Some subrule of 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell' or something." "What?" "Forget it, Michelle. Briefs are pretty common for Americans. I prefer boxers, but don't have any on this trip. I left comforts at home." "Oh." She rubbed the hardness underneath and looked at the 21-year-old. His body was V-shaped, like he worked out exclusively to have sex and make women wet. It was so well-hidden in the clothes he wore, though, that it made her feel that much more pleased with her moments of bravery that brought her to this point. "I'm going to fuck you so hard," she smiled again. He held up the condoms from his jeans. He'd brought a packet of nine -- again, partially as a joke. God knew he would never need more than two in a given night -- three max. "Rubbers, ma'am." She grabbed the LifeStyle packet and ripped it open. It had been ten years since she'd used one, but the were like bicycles -- and she wanted to be riding this one right now. She pulled Nick's brief's down and pulled on his cock. It was large -- larger than her other lovers. Not frightenly large, but probably nine inches and thick. She thought about going down on him, but decided she just wanted to feel it inside her. A blow job could wait until another moment of the night. Michelle encased the cock in the safe-sex device and slowly lowered herself down -- the hardness spreading her pussy apart -- her pussy slowly letting the 21-year-old inside her. It took forever -- but she loved every moment of it. She braced her hands on his large chest and started fucking him. Her hair hung down and she kissed him, going faster and faster as she rode him -- then leaned back and fucked him while she played with her clit. His hands squeezed her legs and knees -- and two fingers visited hers at her pussy. "Oh yea! Oh yes!" she yelled. "Oh God -- mmm ..." her tone turned erotic -- she was going to cum again. She rapidly pounded herself onto the American, her breasts shaking, her hair shifting from side-to-side, up-and-down. "OH ... GOD," she came again. They fucked for 25 minutes and four positions before he took her from behind, grabbing her hips and slamming into her doggie style. She screamed back into the pillow coming over and over before his cock finally erupted into the rubber. Her body felt like it was being held a yard above a lava flow. Nick exited his body, the condom filled with his cum. He took it off and smiled, partly happy the LifeStyle worked through all the heat. Twenty minutes later, they were fucking each other again -- she racked her nails on his chest, scratches coming from it in red burns. They made love slowly and then quickly -- intensely. They fell asleep in each other's arms for an hour and woke up longing for each other. "I think I have an overactive prostrate," he laughed as his hardness penetrated into Michelle again. "I don't mind," she squealed. "I don't mind at all." After ten minutes of lovemaking, they decided to get into the spa. They walked into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. They kissed and danced. Michelle pulled the latest rubber off his now lowering member. "What happened?" she said. "What do you mean?" "What's wrong with your cock?" she looked stunned. Nick looked down. One side of his cock was brown and purple. Oh crap, he feared, this girl isn't a transvestite, but she's got some vicious STD that has eaten through condom-rubbers and is eating away my penis' flesh. He reached down and examined it. It was painful. He calmed for a moment and then realized the problem. "Oh my God, Michelle," he laughed. "You bruised my cock." She giggled and then frowned. "I'm sooo sorry. I didn't mean too, I'm sorry." "It's okay. It was worth it," Nick smiled. He looked at the clock. It was 2 a.m. -- somehow he was going to have to remember that he had to make it back to his ship before 8 a.m. muster. Michelle lowered herself down to her knees. "I'm going to kiss that to try to make it better," she said, inhaling Nick's cock in her mouth. She put her hands on his hips as she began deep throating him. She was happy she decided to fuck the hell out of him -- but she decided he had fucked the hell out of her as well. She hoped the night wasn't going to be over for several more hours. Up All Night With My Dreams It has been some time since my dreams have kept me "UP" all night, but last night I had one of the greatest dreams of all time...... .....I can't believe that I am headed to work this time of night. It was late Thursday and I got a message from one of my coworkers, probably one of the sexiest and most erotic coworker I have ever had the pleasure to work with. She told me that our boss had just told her that she needed our rough draft of a project that we were working on first thing in the morning and was wondering if it were possible for me to go into the office and finish the last page or two and then print it out for tomorrow. She said that she would go in if I could not, but I told her that I would do it because she lives almost an hour away and I live just around the corner from the office. "I'll do it, but you owe me big time for this," I told her. "I promise that I will make it up to you in ways that you can not possibly imagine," she said. If only she knew how active my imagination was. "I will hold you to that," I answered and my mind flashed back to the day that I bought her Christmas gift. Normally you would not buy a gift certificate from Victoria's Secret for a coworker, but, after getting to know her over the last four months, it was the perfect gift for her. I can only imagine how hot she looks V.S. fashions. Her boyfriend owes me a thank you for what he gets to see every night they are together. I pull up to the office and I am not surprised to see that I am the only one there. I walk into my office and set up my lap top to have access to the server at work and it was not until I pull out my chair that I notice a letter taped to the back of the chair. It was a letter from my colleague that simply read, "Call me when you get to the office." I call my friend and she apologizes about me going into the office instead of her and tells me to look in the top drawer of my desk. I open the drawer and find a disk, and on it is written, PLAY THIS POWER POINT IMMEDIATELY!!!! I try to ask her what is going on but she had already hung up the phone. Not being one to argue I place the disk in my computer and open up the only file on the disk. Its file name was FOR YOUR EYES ONLY. The file opens with a blank screen and some music in the background and then words start to ppear. "Thank You For Being a Great Coworker. Thank You For Being a Great friend. But Most Important Of All.... Thanks For..... The Gift Card." As the words "Gift Card" appear, a picture of her comes up on the screen. She has on one of the sexy tops that she sometimes wears into the office and it was opened far enough down that you could see that the push up bra she had purchased with my gift was definitely doing its job. She had a skirt that was shorter than anything she had ever worn to the office. The hem barely covering the top of sheer black nylons and on the end of her gorgeous, perfect legs were black 4 or 5 inch heels. More words appear. "I usually don't like to wear them, but I remember you telling me you like nylons and pantyhose, so just for you I thought I would wear these. Do you like them?" Silently I shake my head yes. My cock was starting to press against the fabric of my jeans. More pictures of this beautiful woman come up and each was even more sexy than the next. After four or five pics from different angles showing her in this outfit, the next few are of her unbuttoning one button after another. When finished with the last button the next shot is of her looking directly into the camera, her dark, sexy eyes looking straight through the computer monitor and into my very core. The words "Are you sure you're ready for this?" scrolls across the bottom of the pic. I quickly shake my head yes to the computer, hoping and praying that the show continues and does not just end with her fully dressed and finding out that she was just teasing me till my balls are ready to burst. What appeared on the screen next can only be described as heaven on earth. There for my eyes only, was the most erotic picture of her without her shirt. She had the most beautiful set of tits and I had to keep myself from drooling on the keyboard. She then turned away from the camera and started to take off her skirt. Each of the next few shots were of her skirt being pulled down inch by inch until she was stepping out of the skirt and stood there. A perfect vision of a goddess in just bra, panties, garters, nylons and those come fuck me heels. Her hands began to roam around her body in the following scenes. Cupping her already pushed up breasts. Running her hand between those smooth thighs.... My cock was ready to burst. After of countless pictures of her from almost every conceivable angle, another picture of her eyes looking at me came up with the words, "Tell me, do you want more?" "Yes" I softly tell the computer as though it would hear me. Up on the screen the next message reads, "Would you like to see it all while you play with your hard cock?" "Fuck yes" I say louder. All of a sudden I hear a noise and my head quickly snaps up in the direction of the door. Shock is the word that best describes the state that I was in at that exact time. There, in the doorway to my office, stood my goddess leaning against the wall, wearing a long black overcoat. She slowly walks over towards my desk and says, "I felt really sorry that you had to come in to work alone, so I thought I would see if there was anything I could do for you." She undid the belt on the coat and let it fall to the floor and there she was in the same outfit that she wore in the photos. "Can I lend you a hand with your hard problem?" she asks me. I just stare at her with my mouth hanging wide open. "I take it by your stunned expression and that large bulge in your lap that you are pleased with the disk that I made just for you?" She pushes my chair back from my desk and slowly lowers her mouth to mine and plants the most sensual kiss onto my lips and then whispers into my ear, "Hit the space bar if you want to continue." She lowers herself down onto her knees and unzips and unbuttons my pants and takes them off for me and then looks up at me and tells me to, "Enjoy the show." I hit the space bar and watch as my friend on the computer undoes her bra and slowly removes it from her body. At the same time my friend between my legs does the same and then slowly wraps my cock between her tits and slowly begins to fuck my cock. Every time that my cock head appeared at the top, she would give it a soft lingering swipe of her tongue. Occasionally she would stop long enough to suck on my hard cock head. I was in heaven. I would softly move her hair out of her face so that I could see her sucking my cock and would tell her how fucking sexy and hot she looked. My balls would be between her tits as she sucked me and oh what a sensation. My balls were beginning to tighten and I knew that I could not hold out much longer and then she looked up into my eyes and then she looked towards the screen. I follow her gaze and see her computer "twin" standing up and turning her beautiful ass towards the camera. She unsnaps her garter and then bends over. My friend stands up and recreates the motion and then slowly pulls her panties down over her perfect ass. Right in front of my face was her sweet pussy just a few inches from my face. Her pussy was excited and wet. The soft scent of sex hits my nostrils and I inch closer as she spreads her legs apart and ten lets out a soft moan when my tongue makes its first contact with her sex. The flavor of one of the sweetest pussies that I have ever tasted takes over all of my being and I plunge my tongue deep into her moist pussy. She screams out and pushes her quivering pussy back harder against my face. My tongue starts deep in her sex and then I move it down to swipe it over her clit and she goes off like a rocket. Her entire body begins to shake and tremble as I suck her hard clit between my lips and I am rewarded with a beautiful sweet flow of nectar as she cums on my face. She continues to cum and screams for me to put my cock into her and at that moment I did not need to be asked twice. I stand up behind her and my hard shaft slides into her quivering pussy in one smooth stroke all the way to my balls. She never stops her mind blowing orgasm as I start to slide in and out of her. Her pussy was clenching and milking my cock with every stroke and I was getting very close and picked up the speed of my thrusts. I thought that she would stop cumming soon but she just became louder and her pussy clamped down harder than before. She looked back over her shoulder and told me that she needed my cum deep inside her hot pussy and to make sure she got her way, she reached down between her legs and softly squeezed my balls. That was all it took and my cock erupts deep into her pussy. Pulse after pulse of hot juice shoot deep into her pussy and she tells me how good it feels to have that hot cum filling her completely. I stay balls deep into her pussy while we calm down and then slowly separate. I fall back into my chair and she curls up on my lap. We kiss and hold each other while we experience the glow of our first hot sexual encounter. After a while of holding her she tells me that she wants to go again. I tell her that I may need a little more time before we can have another go. "That's ok. I put something in your desk to help things along." She reaches into my bottom desk drawer and pulls out a seven inch vibrator. She smiles at me and then glances over at the computer screen where there is a picture of her with her legs spread wide open and fucking herself into bliss with the vibrator. She sits on my desk and pulls my face up to hers and once again kisses me softly and then whispers into my ear, "Hit the space bar and enjoy the rest of the show." I hit the space bar as she leans back and begins to pleasure herself...... ......Not much sleep, but what a great dream.